Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 83 Swamp Marigold

 Looking at the sincere face of Sam Crabb, Rhaegar had mixed feelings.

This man is really persistent and swears allegiance to him wholeheartedly.

 Have a second thought.

If the forest witch's notes really record magical knowledge.

Not only will the shadow monsters be solved, but you can also try to learn some magic.

Let me ask the world, who doesn’t want to master weird magic?

Rega took a breath and said solemnly: "Sir Sam, the content in the notes is really helpful. I will consider your previous request."

 “Yes, Prince.”

Sam's eyes showed surprise and he said seriously: "The glory of the hero shines on you. I have a hunch that you will be the new hero of the Crab Claw Peninsula."

"hope so."

Rhaegar smiled faintly and said thoughtfully: "The shadow monsters are constantly growing, and we don't have much time left. It is important to check the notes of the forest witch first."

"Lord Sam, time is urgent. I can ride the dragon and return to Whispering Keep. Can you tell me where the Forest Witch's Notes are?"

Sam replied without hesitation: "In the basement of the castle, you can ask Yara for help. She knows where the notes are."

 “Very good, I’ll leave immediately.”

Rhaegar is focused on dealing with the shadow monster, and the negotiation ends here.

Warn Trengle to restrain the wildlings outside the city walls, and fly the Glutton to Whispering Keep on the south coast.

 …

 At full speed, the glutton arrived safely in just ten minutes.

The dragon landed in front of the gate of Whispering Castle, and the guards stepped forward to salute.

　　Sam's children came out of the castle to greet them. Rhaegar briefly said hello and found the girl Yara.

 Yara still didn’t realize what he wanted to say.

However, the daughter of the peninsula was not a pretentious character, so she took Rhaegar into the castle basement.

 The basement is divided into two floors: light and dark.

 Passing through the light layer and entering the dark layer.

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Yara lit the oil lamp on the basement wall, and the candlelight illuminated the dim environment.

This basement floor looks particularly gloomy.

 Hall of various belongings and boxes.

 In the corner, there is a desk.

It is crowded with skulls.

 “This is it, Prince.”

Yara spoke softly, walked to the desk, and lit a thick candle on it.

Facing such a strange scene, Rega felt a little conflicted.

Hibernating the discomfort, he came closer and found a wooden box on the desk.

Yara took out a key from a skull and unlocked the wooden box.

 Inside the wooden box is a thin, yellowed book.

Yara carefully picked up the book, held it in both hands and handed it to Rhaegar.

Rhaegar reached out and took it.

As soon as he took it into his hands, the soft touch made him excited.

 It is not ordinary paper, it should be parchment paper.

 “Let’s go out first, prince.”

Seeing that Rhaegar didn't like the dark basement, Yara said thoughtfully.

 “Okay, let’s go out first.”

Rhaegar did not refuse.

 …

While walking, Rhaegar looked through the notes of the forest witch.

 Reading the messy small words above, Rhaegar frowned more and more.

The text is indeed Valyrian.

  But it is different from the traditional High Valyrian language of House Targaryen.

This is a mixture of common Valyrian and multiple dialects, interspersed with Common and unknown scripts, and was written together.

 Thanks to Rhaegar's proficiency in Valyrian.

　　I can barely read it.

 If it were anyone else, I would probably feel dizzy after just reading a few lines.

 “Natural magic…the flower of life…the whispers of the dead…”

 When he walked out of the basement, Rhaegar had already read a few pages of the book. The book roughly records three types of magic spells and some knowledge of natural magic.

 He only understood one of the three spells.

This is the way in which the forest witch resurrects the head [the whispers of the dead].

 There are two other types, one is the shape-shifting technique in which humans control animals.

 This requires talent and ordinary people cannot learn it.

 The last one is to sense nature and listen to the sounds of vegetation.

 It also requires extremely high natural magic talent.

 Learning these two kinds of magic requires a lot of knowledge about natural magic.

Rhaegar had difficulty deciphering this book, and it was even more difficult to learn it.

“Fortunately, the whispering of the dead is relatively simple and does not require special talents. It only requires special materials.”

Rhaegar murmured softly.

 This magic requires a special material, the flower of life.

 Using the powerful vitality of the Flower of Life to maintain the incorruptibility of the head, and awakening the memory of the deceased through magic spells.

 Memory is not consciousness.

 This also means that the resurrected head is not the original living person.

 Just a puppet who keeps talking and has no wisdom.

The forest witch makes many puppet heads in this way, asks them about their life experiences, and obtains richer knowledge from them.

 “What a despicable magic!”

Rhaegar frowned, feeling very repelled by this kind of magic.

What he wants is the flaming sword and the fireball thrown by the staff in the story...

Or **** shadow monsters.

 It is not an evil magic that steals the memories of the living.

“No wonder the city rejects magic. This kind of thing really leads to depravity.”

Rhaegar was a little disappointed and returned the book to Aara.

 “Is it because the content in the note does not suit your needs?” Yara asked.

 “Precious magical knowledge, but not for me.” Rhaegar shook his head.

Having said that, he still thought of a way.

 Shadowbinder's head is still in Dreadhole Keep.

If you resurrect this head, you might be able to find a way to fight against the shadow monster.

Rhaegar asked: "Miss Yara, do you know about the Flower of Life?"

He memorized the curse of the dead.

  To cast this magic, you also need the necessary material Flower of Life.

Yara looked strange, pointed to the family flag hanging high on the wall of the living room, and said: "Prince, our family's emblem is also known as the Flower of Life."

Rhaegar looked back and saw the vivid swamp marigolds on the banner.

That is a golden flower, rooted in the swamp mud.

"This is the flower of life. I thought it was an ordinary swamp orchid." Rhaegar said in surprise.

Yala smiled and said: "Swamp marigolds look similar to swamp orchids, but the color is very different from the production environment."

“Some people believe that swamp marigolds grow in the mud and have strong vitality and unyielding will.”

 “So, its other name is also called the flower of life.”

 “Where can I find one?” Rhaegar demanded.

Yala shook her head and said: "Swamp marigolds are extremely rare. They are only produced in decaying swamps. They disappeared from the eyes of the world more than a hundred years ago. We all thought they were extinct."

“I will ride the dragon to search in the swamps of the peninsula. Is it possible to find it?” Rhaegar did not want to give up this method.

“The peninsula is vast and sparsely populated, and half of it is swamp. If you ride a dragon across the swamp, you may be able to discover the flower of life that is difficult for ordinary people to see.”

Yala did not throw cold water on the situation and put forward her views very objectively.

 “That’s good, as long as it’s not completely extinct, it can always be found.”

Rhaegar was very confident in himself and the dragon.

“Put your notes away, the forest witch is indeed a being who masters natural magic.”

Rhaegar kindly reminds me.

Today’s third update, I wish you all a happy day and long-lasting happiness.

   I saw that book friends were dissatisfied with the feedback on the battles between Glutton, Wormisor and Silver Wing.

The author has slightly improved it. Interested friends can refresh and read it again.

 (End of this chapter)