Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 49

The cold night was followed by an almost equally freezing day.

There was a great fire in the hall.

Among the hundreds of dark night watchmen, Joffrey who didn't wear black stood out.

The atmosphere of the banquet was slightly awkward.

Although the senior officials sitting near the main seat behaved quite well, the ordinary members of the Night Watch were clearly at a loss for the Crown Prince's arrival.

After all, some of them were sent for breaking the law and in the name of the king, so should you be happy now?

bang~
Tyrion, drunk with wine, jumped on the table with impudence.

As expected of a man full of humor and talent, a few self-deprecating jokes, combined with the obscene movements of short legs and short hands, immediately caused endless laughter in the hall.

The atmosphere at the table finally became warmer.

People sat together in groups, bragging and cursing, singing out-of-key gaudy ditties without any scruples, holding wooden wine glasses to compete for drinking capacity, betting with fists, bursting out bursts of happy or regretful shouts from time to time.

The senior officials at the main table also gradually became active, as they usually do during meals.

"Your Highness, try this, it's absolutely fresh."

Old Xiong enthusiastically handed Joffrey a fresh crab that had just been shipped from Eastwatch.Joffrey took it with a smile and tasted a few mouthfuls. Preserved by the ice that has not melted for many years, the crab is indeed delicious.

But today's focus is not on appetite.

Joffrey asked: "My lord commander, I heard that Benyan is going to take that wild man Osha to find a possible secret passage today?"

Old Xiong nodded, "Bunyan plans to leave after the banquet."

Joffrey pretended to be curious: "From the commander-in-chief's point of view, is the secret way Osha said true or false? Is it possible for what she said?"

An old voice sounded, "That place is the long-abandoned Long Night Fort. I still remember a few words. Maybe the girl was talking about the 'Black Gate' hidden deep in the well."

Joffrey turned slightly, and saw a blind, wrinkled old man—Maester Aemon.

Aemon Targaryen, once a noble prince of the Dragon family dynasty, was first sent to the Academy by the king to be a bachelor, and later he chose to serve in the night watchman because he was already the king's younger brother. He is exactly one hundred years old this year.

There is no doubt that Aemon has had a profound influence on the Night's Watch.

"I see. Thank you, Master Aemon, for your answer. You are very knowledgeable." Joffrey smiled lightly.

Aemon was looking at Joffrey, as if his eyes could still see, "Just doing my maester's duty, I've only lived a few extra years, remembered some things, and forgotten more."

"Too humble, you are definitely a role model for the maesters." Joffrey purposely sat next to Aemon.

"Master Aemon, do you want to consider returning to the south to take up your duties? It just relieves the feeling of homesickness a little bit. Seriously, my father and I are descendants of your blood."

Joffrey was right.

Regardless of the Targaryen ancestry of Orys Baratheon, the ancestor of the Baratheon family, his great-grandmother Leilei Targaryen is the authentic dragon princess.Although this has nothing to do with him, others don't know.

Aemon waved his hand, "Let everything in the past go, my home is here. It would be good to be buried under Castle Black."

Joffrey didn't say any more, and returned to the slightly nervous Elder Xiong.

"What's the Lord Commander thinking? Do you think I don't like Maester Aemon? We're real kin."

Xiong Lao quickly denied, "Absolutely not, I certainly believe that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did it out of kindness."

"Okay, just kidding."

Joffrey looked forward, "I really want to see what the Nightfort looks like right away. Commander, please inform Benyan, and I will go with them."

Xiong Lao couldn't refuse.

Joffrey stood up. "Where is Osha now? I want to see her."

Xiong Lao looked at the slightly tired chief affairs officer.

Bowen struggled away from the food.

……

Osha the Savage was chained up in a dark room next to the barracks.

The room without a stove was very cold, reminding her of the hard days beyond the Great Wall.

squeak~
The door opened, and light and cold air poured in together. She squinted her eyes and turned her back, waiting to be picked up.

The door was closed again, and the room was lit with fire.

"Osha."

A crisp male voice echoed in the room.

Osha raised her head, and a delicate face appeared in front of her eyes, "Your Highness, why are you here?"

Joffrey smiled slightly, "Let's see if you've figured it out."

Osha didn't understand.

Joffrey didn't pay much attention to this small supporting role at first, so he just left it to the night watchman.

But after sorting out the gains from last night, he found that he needed an experimental subject, not too strong or too weak, it was best to be alone.

He thought about the people in Castle Black, and Osha was the most qualified.

"Osha, does the secret passage you mentioned have a weirwood door with a moving human face on it?"

"Your Highness knows about it?!"

Joffrey continued, "What are you going to do with the Night's Watch after you find it?"

Osha shook her head blankly.

"You know the White Walkers have appeared, don't you?"

Osha instantly remembered those terrifying white shadows.The North is not safe!Must escape to the warmer south!
"I can accept your loyalty."

Osha blinked, and immediately knelt down in front of the crown prince, "Your Highness, my sword is yours now! I am willing to serve you loyally, I can..."

Joffrey knelt down and whispered: "Thank fate, you will get unimaginable power."

"Don't move, it may hurt, bear with it."

Osha saw the crown prince slowly draw a dagger of terror.The handle of the knife seems to be a black crystal, and the dark blade seems to be full of magic, definitely better than any steel.

What is this for?Osha panicked thinking of all the dire possibilities.

The blade gradually approached her forehead.The sharp chill seemed to have penetrated into her soul, making her tremble uncontrollably.

The crown prince put another hand on her shoulder, "I'm going in, don't move around."

How could it be possible to not move?Osha struggled frantically, but the crown prince only gave her a look, and the whole body calmed down by himself.

Weird!White ghosts are not as scary as him!
She could only watch in horror as the blade got closer and closer to her, and finally disappeared before her eyes.

cymbal~呲~
The sound of fresh leather being torn made her scalp tingle instantly.

No, that's my scalp!
This bloated skin sac covered with blood was casually thrown on the table, and the blood flowed down the opening and seeped into the familiar brown hair.

This image was her last clear memory.

Warm water droplets continued to flow from the top of her head, and her vision was soon stained with red, which was blood.

Then there were all kinds of horrible pains, such as being pierced by a thousand steel needles in the fingertips, being eaten by countless beetles, and countless strange sensations such as itching, nausea, dizziness, noise, and flashes.

After the two shadows took her something, she fell into the darkness of despair...

Uh~~~~
A ghostly howl and scream came from the hut, and Bowen Marsh, who was waiting outside the hut, was startled, and his hair was about to stand on end.

What tricks is this crown prince playing?It's too perverted!
Joffrey put the test object into the brain, closed the last frontal bone, healed all the wounds with the restoration magic, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This operation is not easy.

As soon as he opened the door to get some air, he saw Bowen staggering several meters away.

"Your Highness, in your hand..."

Joffrey subconsciously looked down at the two blood-red arms.

"Medical surgery, just a little blood."

Bowen tentatively took a look into the room, the female savage was still intact, so where did so much blood come from?
Bowen hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help reminding, "His Royal Highness, in terms of healing, there are actually many herbs in Castle Black that can relieve pain. It doesn't have to be so, er, simple."

Joffrey slapped his thigh, yes, why forgot this!

But looking at Bowen who was full of doubts, Joffrey just explained confidently: "Let me tell you, anesthesia is not suitable for any operation."

Bowen chuckled.

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