There were usually seven statues in the Temple of Seven Gods, representing the seven gods of the Seven Gods Church.
But Caitlin's small temple was too small to fit all seven statues.
She was a married woman, so like many women in Westeros, she chose to worship the Holy Mother.
In the seven-pointed star pavilion, there was a statue of the Virgin Mary that was as tall as a real person.
It was the old version of the Holy Mother.
Well, the new version of the Holy Mother was either riding a dragon, standing on a dragon's back, or being protected by a Megalosaurus.
And Tyrion's corpse was placed on the small altar in front of the Holy Mother's statue.
Oh, the dwarf wasn't completely dead, so it wasn't a corpse.
But when he and Sansa entered the temple and saw the dwarf, they subconsciously thought that the charred body with blood seeping out of it was a corpse.
Tragic.
Really tragic.
Too tragic.
The stench of festering skin and the pungent smell of herbs made Sansa cover her nose with her handkerchief. She couldn't help but feel some genuine pity for him.
The temple was about fifteen square meters. There wasn't much space left for a statue, a feather bed, and two living people to enter.
"Tyrion, Tyrion …"
Jon poked the dwarf's cheeks, which were charred and revealing dark red muscles. It was wet and hot to the touch.
It was like throwing a live pig into a fire and rolling it a few times. The inside was half-cooked, the skin was charred and cracked, and then blood seeped out of the cracks.
He looked at his fingers, which were stained with dark red and smelly blood.
But Tyrion's body was still warm, even hot, which meant that he was definitely not dead!
"Jon …"
As expected, he wasn't dead. Tyrion's eyes without eyebrows and eyelashes slowly opened, revealing a pair of dim eyes of different sizes and colors.
"Sansa …"
"How do you feel?" Sansa asked with concern.
"I, I don't feel good. I think I'm dying!"
The dwarf's expression was pained. Every word made his facial muscles hurt as if they were being torn apart.
"You won't die. I'll arrange for someone to go to King's Landing and ask Big Sparrow to take a look at you while he's treating Aegon's leg," Sansa comforted.
"Aegon …" Tyrion's eyes widened as he muttered, "This is really … I was so careful, but I still fell to supernatural power. Looks like the scholars' 'True World' is really necessary.
This world is filled with demigods. It's too unfriendly to mortals like us who rely on our intelligence to survive. "
The corner of Jon's mouth twitched as he said, "You're confused. How can there be Demigods everywhere?"
"You don't understand. Dragon Queen is about to slaughter a dozen demigods. Previously, I thought that she was just bragging. Now that I met Melisandre, I realized that there really was a SemiGod active in the human world.
You Lun might be a demigod as well, and you … the Seven Levels of Hell! Westeros are too scary. "
The dwarf was too agitated. As he spoke, a black liquid mixed with blood and herbal soup seeped out from the corner of his mouth.
Jon really thought that the dwarf's brain had gone muddled from the fever. He comforted him, "Don't be too agitated. You're still running a fever and not very clear-headed. Once your burns are healed, we'll consider Melisandre and You Lun."
"I'm very clear-headed!" Tyrion suddenly reached out with his right hand that was burnt and grabbed Jon's arm. He said anxiously, "I can't hold on for much longer. There's no need to ask Big Sparrow. He won't come. Quick, send me to Slaver's Bay. Only Dragon Queen can save me! "
"You're so badly injured. You can't just move around!" Scholar Siaomo said anxiously at the door.
Tyrion tilted his head and glanced at the red-faced fatty through the gap between Sansa and Aegon. He said with a complicated tone, "Uncle Siaomo, I have to leave. I know my condition. I can't hold on for more than a few days."
"Uncle?" Jon and Sansa were both shocked. They turned to look at the red-faced fatty. "You're relatives?"
The red-faced fatty looked down to avoid their gazes. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. "We're cousins from a few hundred years ago. I'm not even sure if Duke Tywin still remembers me.
When I was an apprentice, I was Lord Tyrion's first teacher for a period of time. I only taught mathematics. "
"It's good that you're leaving …" Jon slowly told him about Stannis' condition to return Aegon to King Aegon, as well as Melisandre's attempt to steal Aegon's pterosaur.
In the end, he said, "Bellerion has a master, but if the pterosaur loses its master, it'll be easier to tame it.
Stannis has his eyes on you, Tessa. I'm afraid that Melisandre will harm you! "
"Stannis …" Tyrion's eyes were bloodshot. "Tessa is my life. I'll take the life of anyone who touches her!"
"Where is Tessa now? If she can fly, send Tyrion to Slaver's Bay as soon as possible, "Sansa asked.
"She's resting at the base of the wall near the Forest of God's Wood. Last time, she was shot by dozens of ballistae. Fortunately, it wasn't a dragon-slaying crossbow. She can probably still fly, "Jon said uncertainly.
"Jon." Tyrion's right hand that was holding Jon's hand tightened. The wound on the back of his hand split open and dark red blood seeped out.
He stared into Awkward's gray eyes. "At a time like this, you have to make a choice. A real choice. Be a mature man. Don't be shackled by false glory. "
"The most important thing now is to redeem Aegon. We'll talk about the future later." Awkward frowned and declined.
"You have ten thousand people. At least you can decide the final victor of Winterfell." Tyrion stared at him with wide eyes and insisted.
Jon turned his head and said helplessly, "Tell me, how can ten thousand people defeat Melisandre?"
"You said that five powerful knights can defeat any Magician." Tyrion's bloody hand suddenly became as hard as pliers.
Jon struggled but couldn't break free. He was afraid of hurting Tyrion and didn't dare to use force.
"Jon, the True Dragon Alliance didn't come easy. Aegon and I might only have this one chance … a chance to change our fate!"
"No," Sansa said anxiously. "Aegon is still in Stannis's hands. I won't allow you to take the risk. The red-robed woman can't be killed. We can wait for Danny and Rize in peace."
"No, Sansa … Queen, listen to me. Cough cough …" Tyrion coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. He looked like he was in pain, but he insisted, "Melisandre is very powerful, but she can be killed. I'm sure she's much weaker than I thought! "
"You're really confused." Sansa shook her head.
Jon was shocked. "What did you find out?"
"Melisandre can be assassinated. It's a pity that Brittany killed a substitute!"
"How do you know?"
"Hey, let me ask you. Are we in a trap?" Tyrion asked with a bitter smile.
"Of course. They even prepared Ramus as a sacrifice. This means they've been waiting for you and Aegon …"
At this point, Jon also gradually showed a look of realization.
"The assassination of Melisandre and the subsequent plans were all made by you. There were even many decisions made on the spot. Even His Majesty Aegon doesn't know the details.
So there's no spy, and there's no time, but Melisandre knows everything. If it's not a spy, it can only be a prophecy! "
"Yes, she must have predicted the life and death crisis, and then …" Tyrion sighed again. He looked at the ceiling with unfocused eyes and murmured, "That woman either used an illusion to make Brittany think of another person as her.
Oh, many people saw her at that time. It can't be just for Brittany alone.
It could be that she used a spell similar to the faceless one to change the face of another person into her.
It's also possible that she knows a doppelganger spell. The one who followed Brittany to the Forest of God's Wood was just a mental projection, just like Dragon Queen's glass candle.
Considering that Count Melisandre found her body in the pool …
The biggest possibility is that she used witchcraft to make another person look exactly like her.
This is ten times scarier than a faceless one changing face! "
Hmm, even if his head was burnt by fire, Tyrion's mind was still sharp and accurate.
It was true that Melisandre was a demigod, but she was still weak. She would die if her vitals were cut; she would die if she was fed poison; she would faint if she was hit with a stick; she would still be picked up if she was drunk.
Because of her experience as a holy prostitute when she was young, she always had a sense of insecurity.
Just like the Holy Grace Temple in Slave Bay, the Red God also had a female clergy.
Aunt May's original name was "Meryl." She was a poor little girl. She was born a slave and was bought by the Red God Temple to be raised as a skinny little horse. After she grew up, she seemed to have experienced something that left her with a psychological trauma.
Perhaps, Meryl wanted to control her own fate since she was young; perhaps, it was a habit of a Mage taught by her teacher; perhaps, she simply wanted to survive in the dangerous Far East.
In short, after becoming an official Shadow Binder, Aunt May would prophesize her good and bad luck for the day at the beginning of every day.
For hundreds of years, her prophecies were accurate, but she had never failed to predict her own dangers.
The first time she predicted that she would die, she panicked. Her way of dealing with the crisis might be very crude and clumsy. The second time, the third time, she slowly got used to it. After the umpteenth time, she had already turned it into an art — the art of showing off.
For example, Scholar Clarson, who regarded the Erlu brothers as his own son, drank poisoned wine with Aunt May. Aunt May took the antidote in advance. Then, under the desperate and fearful gaze of the old scholar, she elegantly drank the wine in her cup.
Aunt May's motto was to act cool in the most relaxed and mysterious way to make others fearful. (This wasn't bullsh * t, she really said it.)
This time was no exception. Aunt May predicted that Britney would come looking for her with the intent to kill, so she arranged for a stand-in for her to kill. Then, she made a stunning appearance during the Winterfell internal strife.
It was so stunning that Aegon and the dwarf peed their pants … No, they would rather pee their pants. The reality was a million times worse than that.
Tyrion also accurately guessed Aunt May's stand-in technique: illusion!
In the original Plot, although Mansred was arrested by Erlu, he wasn't burned to death. Aunt May secretly used another savage, Dingdang Shirt, to disguise herself as Mansred, and then disguised Mansred as Dingdang Shirt (PS).
Even Erlu was fooled, because the King of Savages, Mansred, was a follower prepared for the real Child of the Prophecy!
The fake Mansred was sacrificed to Lahlo in public. The Night Watchers of the Great Wall, Erlu's Flaming Red Heart Knights, and thousands of people were all fooled.
Just like this time, when Meiji fished up the fake Aunt May's body and burned it to ashes, she didn't find anything unusual.
Mansred, wearing Dingdang Shirt's face, wandered in front of people for a few months, and no one noticed anything unusual.
Aunt May's illusion was just that awesome.
However, Danny's interference meant that the above plot didn't happen at all, so Jon didn't know that Aunt May had such a trump card.
Not only Jon, but even Danny didn't know … They couldn't even imagine that such a bug-like witchcraft existed in this fantasy world of low-level martial arts and low-magic magic.
Fortunately, Nephew Gu had taken this fatal blow in advance.
In terms of the number one Sorcerer in the Song of Ice and Fire, Aunt May was the only one.
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