Chapter 669
"Archmaester, I understand your scruples, but Citadel's reputation has fallen to the bottom at this time. Admitting past mistakes can at least prove Maester's courage and relieve your psychological pressure." Sam persuaded.
"Pressure? Where's the pressure? Don't talk nonsense, everything we do is for the people of Seven Kingdoms."
Theobald raised his face and tried to straighten his head. back, so that oneself can look able to support both heaven and earth, with a magnanimous heart.
"We have a clear conscience! Eat well, sleep well, stand up straight!" he repeated.
Sam raised his head and pointed to the ceiling, his fat-faced muscles shaking, and said, "Why live in a bunker when there is no pressure? How deep the bunker is and how complicated the tunnel is, the pressure in your hearts will be so much."
Fatty's words seemed to rip off the jack on the opponent's spine, and Archmaester Seneschal collapsed, his back more hunched than before.
Then, he flew into a rage out of humiliation again, his square face contorted, his nostrils seemed to be smoking, and he scolded: "scoundrel thing, you little apprentice, did you speak to Archmaester Seneschal like this? ?"
Sam was scared, shrank his neck, and said in a panic, "My father is Randyll Tarly."
"In front of Daenerys, Randyll Tarly is a fart? I even dared to murder Daenerys, and my name is number one on Demon Dragon's list of sinners!" Theobald said sullenly.
Sam was threatened by such a threat, but instead he was not afraid, and only helplessly said: "Citadel is not willing to cooperate."
Anyway, High Septon and Dragon Queen have warned the nobles, Long Night and Others have long since become news as everyone knows.
But he really regretted it at this time. The Dragon Queen told him to go home and stop going to Citadel. He didn't listen.
Sure enough, Citadel offered little help.
Sam worked hard with the Archmaesters over the next few days, hoping to get some more useful information out of Others' mouths to keep him from running in vain.
They study Others' group composition patterns, Wights' relationship with Others, eating habits, Magic skills...
Others isn't too cooperative, but he's nothing did not say.
In just a few days, Archmaester recorded a bunch of information outside of Lands of Always Winter and world.
According to Others, the Lands of Always Winter is just a front yard outside the gates of the world, thousands of miles further north.
Archmaesters were shocked, if Others didn't lie, the land area north of the Wall was hardly smaller than the Seven Kingdoms south of the Wall.
“Why is the world so big?”
“The world is not big, but there is a world beyond the world.” Others said.
Then Maester became more and more afraid of Others. The alien races in the world must have different hearts. Can the strange races and strange civilizations outside the world have good intentions?
Even the Others King, whom Dany has always been very curious about, has officially made his debut - in the mouth of Others.
"The Wildlings King is not permanent. When the beyond the wall First Men cannot survive the cold winter, the tribes will gather together to elect the Wildlings King, and the Wildlings King will lead all the Wildlings south.
Always Winter as well!
Normally when food is plentiful, we live in small tribes, and when King of Snow and Ice is born, we acknowledge allegiance to him and go south to find prey."
"The King of Snow and Ice hasn't appeared for thousands of years. Five years ago, he came..."
"Here?" looks like a Guyne Archmaester, who had a long bamboo pole, chewed it carefully, his color suddenly changed, and he exclaimed: "Your king came from another place, he...was originally a human?"
But Sam didn't hide from Maester what oneself was. Knowing the Others, he told the Citadel that the Others were probably infertile and could only be transformed from First Men baby boys who believed in Old Gods.
Therefore, Guyne, who has been communicating with the Others in the old language, can hear the subtext in each other's words.
After a long silence, the muffled voice of Others came from behind the Dragonglass mask.
"Only the High Hearts entangled in the worst sins are qualified for us to offer absolute loyalty."
"The High Hearts entangled in the worst sins .. ...."
After Guyne translated Others' words, Sam and the Archmaester looked at each other in blank dismay, horrified.
——At least, the other party admitted one thing, the Others King came from the human world, he had a noble Soul, but he was guilty of heinous crimes. In endless torment, he was elected king of the Others.
And that happened five years ago!
"Who? Who is he?" Sam said hastily.
Ser Ace glanced at Fatty with indifferent blue eyes, and said, "His human identity... means nothing to us."
Sam asked again. , Ser Ace just said he didn't know.
Archmaester Theobald stopped fatty and said slowly: "Knowing who he is actually doesn't help us much, let's ask something else! For example, the ability of King of Snow and Ice."
"The King of Snow and Ice can't bring Long Night, we're just short of food." Others said.
"Food? What do you guys eat? It's been a few days here, and Ser doesn't seem to have eaten." Guyne Archmaester wondered.
"Hot blood, fresh blood of living creatures," Others said, staring at fatty, "Human blood is the best."
"Hi--" Archmaesters, who are red-faced They couldn't hold it anymore, and they all changed in color and exclaimed in surprise.
"You don't want to eat me!" Fatty turned pale, took a few steps back, yelled: "He is indeed a devil!"
Archmaester Seneschal glanced at Fatty and asked with a forced smile Others, "Is animal blood okay?"
"Human blood, if you eat it once, you won't need to eat again for many years. Animal blood is much worse." Others said.
"Go and prepare a bowl of pigs for Ser Ace..." Thinking that Others might turn dead bodies into Wights, Archmaester Seneschal immediately changed his tune: "Noble Ser Ace can't drink pig blood, he must have a bowl Phoenix blood."
"Where did Phoenix come from?" Robert Frey hurriedly asked.
"Idiot, blood!" Archmaester Seneschal murmured.
"Use a small bowl!" he emphasized again.
Robert Frey led the way.
At this time, a historian Archmaester suddenly said: "I understand, the Always Winter family lived on the blood of Wildlings. In the past few thousand years, they have not been close to the Wall, because the number of Wildlings is enough for them to survive.
When the Wildlings go south in winter, they follow.
The long winter lasts for several years, and the Wildlings have no food storage and die, and the Permafrost can only invade the North. "
"That makes sense, that's the truth about Long Night and the Others!" Archmaester Seneschal immediately nodded in agreement.
After waiting for about half an hour, Robert walked in with a bowl full of warm blood.
But before he could enter the door, Archmaester Seneschal had a flash of anger on his face, rushed out the door eagerly, and pulled Robert to the corner of the aisle, scolded: "What did I just say? You use such a big Bowl, are you afraid that the monster won't have enough to eat and won't have the strength to riot?"
"This is the smallest bowl." Robert said aggrieved.
Archmaester Seneschal was stunned and said, "Find a tall wine glass and pour a shallow 1/4/2022 glass, just enough to moisten his throat!"
Robert The weasel's wretched face shook a few times, and he hurriedly turned to look for the wine glass.
"Wait," Archmaester Seneschal called to him again, "Is the rooster's body disposed of?"
"It's not the rooster, the bunker has no kitchen, I found Lazy Leo and killed him A few pigeons." Robert muttered.
"Doves are fine too, can the corpses be disposed of?"
"How to deal with them?"
"Toss them in the fireplace and burn them, and nothing is allowed inside the bunker. Corpses, not even a pigeon!" Theobald said sternly with a square face.
"Oh..."
It took almost an hour for Robert to find Leo again, only to find that he was sitting by the fireplace, the fire was greasy in him. The mouth reflects red light.
A mouthful of red wine, a mouthful of roasted browned honey-roasted pigeons, Leo is using oneself to dispose of pigeon carcasses.
"It's delicious, give me one." Robert swallowed and suddenly felt a little hungry.
Leo Tyrell pointed to the hearth and said casually: "You can take it yourself."
"Hey, why only 5 drills?"
Robert squatted On the lower body, I found that two roasting rods were empty, and three pigeons that smelled of pepper, honey, and fennel were strung on the iron rods.
"I remember we killed a total of six pigeons." Robert turned his head nervously.
"Six?" Leo glanced sideways at the hearth, lazily said, "You're wrong, only five."
"Are you sure?" Robert was the first to change. Not sure, "There are Others in the cellar, Archmaester reminds us to be wary of dead bodies turning into Wights."
"Hey, it's just a pigeon, even if it really becomes an undead monster, I can pinch it with one hand Shit." Leo waved his hands, not caring.
"Maybe Wights will be Magic."
"Hehe, I asked the dead fatty, Wights is just a resurrection of the dead, with a little more strength and a little faster speed, but the action Stiff, no magic power. As long as the number doesn't increase, it's nothing to worry about."
"Be careful, that monster drinks human blood!"
Robert is carrying a pigeon , while gnawing, while searching the room.
Nothing was found.
"I said, there are only five pigeons." Leo said impatiently.
Robert finds a seat, no more pigeons, nth time talking to Leo about Rosey's first night...
A few days later, Theobald Found that Ser Ace was more willing to chat with them, but the useful information revealed in the words was less and less.
And the information it disclosed before was so terrifying, he suddenly attacked and suddenly activated the trap.
A large tub of Wildfire fell from the ceiling, Ser Ace unprepared, howling, damning, in a cloud of green fire.
Archmaester Seneschal's decisiveness shocked Sam on the side.
"What's this for?" he asked blankly.
Archmaester Seneschal imported Dragon Paper with a thick stack of sacks and said with a sneer: "Either he has the intention to hide it; or he doesn't know much.
In short, I We can be sure that it will be difficult for us to obtain useful information from him.
In this case, of course, it must be killed immediately to avoid future troubles."
"But..." Sam The fat face is tangled, "I think it should be displayed to the public, so that the common people and nobles know the terrifying of Others."
Archmaester Seneschal patted Fatty's shoulder and warned meaningfully: "The monster in the cage , no matter how terrifying it really looks, it will not make people fear from the heart.
This is human nature!
Otherwise, the nobles who have seen it on Dragonstone would not be so Calm...at least they don't value monsters as much as you, who have experienced the tide of monsters yourself."
Sam looked thoughtful and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Send Raven and tell everyone about the monster." Archmaester Seneschal shook the document in his hand, and said with a complicated expression: "Maester, who serves the lord, will persuade the oneself monarch to reserve Dragonglass, strengthen the city wall, and try to keep the leisure in the territory as much as possible. Han Quan was sent to the Wall."
Sam let out a long sigh of relief, although Citadel still refused to admit Long Night and Others, but finally began to do things.
"I'm done with my mission, it's time to leave," he said.
"No, you have to get a Maester chain to get out."
"Why? I don't want to be scolded in the street, and I don't want to insult the lintel!" Sam said bitterly.
"Yeah, everyone doesn't see Maester's chain as an honor anymore," Archmaester Theobald looked dimly, as if suddenly ten years older.
"You're a good seedling, with a good family background, a flexible mind, and you've also killed a monster... Bingxue monster, the future is destined to be brilliant, Citadel relies on talents like you to support it!"
Archmaester Seneschal is sincere and earnest, but Sam tries to run the night away.
Return to the residence and immediately get Gilly ready to salute.
"We have to leave as soon as possible, we can't let Archmaester put a chain on me... Hey, where's my horn?"
"What horn?"
"The copper horn that Jon gave me, you've tried it, but it doesn't sound."
"I don't know." Gilly shook her head.