Chapter 91 Precious Gift

Joffrey was puzzled.

The ceremony was obviously very ordinary, but suddenly, the leaf entering the weirwood was as simple as a skinchanger entering an animal, so natural and smooth, like breathing peacefully.

His spiritual power also sneaked into the weirwood along with the leaves, and experienced the wonderful perception of the world by plants.

I have to admire that the weirwood is indeed the best recorder of history, never adding his own opinions to the facts, and is more competent than human historians and scholars.

But how did it do it, roaming freely among countless weirwoods out of thin air?

Backtracking magic can indeed change the time point of viewing history, but Joffrey didn't feel any trace of magic during the whole process of leaving the leaf out of the old weirwood and melting into the new weirwood.

Is it that my eyes cannot see this power?Or is the world just like this, invisible rules?
I hope it is the former.

Joffrey knew his eyes were still growing.

During this period of time, the light emitted by the magic energy has become more and more clear and bright in his eyes, and he can already see the shimmer patterns in the dense magic energy package, and distinguish the magic energy light particles as fine as dust.

Maybe one day I will be able to break through the limit, allowing myself to see more mysteries of the world, and even interfere with the rune itself.

That's real power.

It is also possible that the old gods created this law with a very high level of power: the gifted person who eats the weirwood seeds can merge with all weirwoods.

Do the Old Gods really have such power?
If true, how were they buried in the past?Or are they just resting?
The old gods are still alive?

Joffrey didn't know, but the weirwood certainly didn't give people enough security.

He made a decision.The weirwood in the south must continue to be restricted, and Greenseer's abilities are only available to the children of the forest.Let the weirwood keep his eyes on the north, and watch the steps of the White Walkers.

After all, winter is coming.

"Hand of the King, Guardian of the North, Governor of the North, Duke Eddard Stark! May he have a safe trip and a successful mission." The little devil Tyrion raised his glass high.

Beautiful tunes were played in the ballroom, and pairs of dancers in the pool clasped their hands and looked up at the classical murals on the dome, spinning gorgeous circles.

"Winter is coming." The guests toasted together, and made congratulatory speeches with the motto of the Stark family.

The laughter of the guests at the moment is mostly sincere.

Prime Minister Eide has not been in office for a long time, but it is enough to show that he is out of place.

Although this direwolf was not as vicious as the wolves that had gone south, it was still as cold as ice, disdainful of all rules that did not meet its wishes.

Fortunately, like all the direwolves that went south in the past, this one is about to return to that ice and snow land.

Winter is coming, what a perfect farewell.

Ed stood in the remote corridor and greeted everyone politely.

The guests turned their gazes to the dance floor in satisfaction. Prime Minister Ed really hasn't changed at all, he is only suitable for the North.

Ed was oblivious to what was on the minds of his guests.Winter was coming, he thought, and it was true.

Ed had to believe it.I have seen the children of the forest, I have seen supernatural powers, and I have news from the north and the king's dispatch. The threat outside the Great Wall is by no means false.

If it weren't for the appearance of the ghosts, how could the king allow all the troops in the north to go north?

At this point, Ed is happy with the king's decision.At least the king remembered the needs of the North, if only to give back the people of the North to himself.

Mad King Aerys never remembered this, thinking everything was his own.If Rhaegar was on the Iron Throne back then, I am afraid that there would not be so many princes who rebelled, and the outcome might be different.

In a trance, Lyanna's voice sounded in Ed's ear again, Ned, promise me...

Ed couldn't help worrying about Jon.Sister and Rhaegar's children, Robert would probably be mad if he knew about it. Even if Joffrey knew Jon's true life experience, he would not be able to continue to accept him.

Ed wanted to take him back to the North, but for what reason?

Jon is already an officer in the King's Landing Garrison and is supposed to fight for the King.

Ed once thought about persuading him to quit, but every time he met Jon, the face that vaguely had the outline of Lyanna was filled with the desire to make contributions, which made him really speechless.

Besides, winter is coming.Which is safer, the North or the Red Keep?Which is scarier, the White Walker or the Sword?Ed wasn't sure.

Ed thought of his Bran, Arya, and Sansa again.

Sansa is already engaged to the King, and she is destined to remain at the Red Keep, possibly never returning to the North.

Bran and Arya didn't have to stay.But after Ed asked their opinions, he got a surprising response.

Bran wants to be a knight of the Seven Kingdoms and wear white armor and white robes, and he refuses to leave.

Arya was reluctant to part with Jon and Bran, and was unwilling to go back to the north to wait for marriage. She also insisted on staying in the Red Keep, saying that she wanted to be a female warrior like Nymeria.

Ed didn't insist, he couldn't smash the child's dream.

He was just a little worried.

How can you not worry?Put a child in a place like the Red Keep, with no parents around, just one Cersei.

Ed looked at Queen Cersei sitting on the high platform of the ballroom.

At this time, she looked so perfect, she was like the mother of the Seven Kingdoms, loving and graceful, and she was completely different from the unreasonable crazy woman Robert said.

Of course Ed knew which side was the real her.What is even more unfortunate is that she is actually the regent.

Even a wayward king looks more like a competent ruler than Cersei.

"Lord Ed." The king's voice came from behind.

"Your Majesty." Ed turned around and saluted.

The king took a few steps closer, "You are the protagonist tonight, why are you only standing here? Many guests are worried that you are not having enough fun."

Ed didn't have a smile on his face, "The banquet was good, I was just thinking about the North."

The king sighed, "It's also my fault. I paid too much attention to the war in the south and failed to give more support to the north. I hope this sad war ends sooner."

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, although the northern border has no spare power, Lord Tywin, the Tully family and the Arryn family will not stand idly by. Renly's rebellion will definitely not succeed." Ed was not sure.

The king put one hand on his shoulder, "Master Ed, please take care, you are a good friend of Tully and Ayrin."

Ed seemed to understand the king's purpose, "Your Majesty, I will try my best. Believe..."

In the middle of speaking, Ed was stunned.He felt something.

The king slowly withdrew his right hand on his shoulder, "It feels good. This is the highest level of grace, a farewell gift from me."

A strange blue light curtain jumped out of Ed's vision, even if he blinked and shook his head, he would not waver.

It turns out that this is the grace of God.

The invisible power in the body is continuously emerging, and he soon realized that they will maintain the existence of the blue light curtain until the endless end.

Is it just that?
The king smiled gently, "Master Ed, pay attention to your body, the gods need you, and the world needs you."

"Remember, the light is eternal."

Ed vaguely felt his heart sink, it was layers of tangible and invisible shackles.

Robert, Sansa, Bran, Arya, Jon, honor, responsibility, faith, oath..., and the coldest grace.

(End of this chapter)

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