Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 296 The Magician and the Dragon Egg
The feather pen was dipped in ink and colored on the paper. Dr. Marwin watched as the tip of the pen poked a small hole. The light blue ink blossomed into a small flower on the paper, and then followed the fine lines on the doctor's special paper to create various lifelike patterns.

Laresa was reading a thick book. The words "Lost Books" were clearly written in the common language on the cover.

But his eyes turned over the book and looked curiously at Dr. Marwin's desk.

Dr. Marwyn stretched lazily, revealing his signature red teeth, rows of which looked like red fox guards sitting on cotton balls at the entrance of his mouth to review their troops, red with a hint of white.

"My tooth hurts, my tooth hurts," complained Dr. Marwyn, swinging his arms as if to pull out the tooth. He stood up, stretched out his neck, which was as thick as a bull's, and opened the window. The smell of water mist from the Mead River and Whispering Bay wafted into the room, soon filling the entire room.

This is the price of being addicted to sour grass, Laresa thought, as he held up the book, revealing only his eyes above the cover.

Just as he was thinking about it, Marwin opened a drawer and took out an iron box, which was mixed with vanilla and an intoxicating sweet and sour flavor. He picked out a few pieces, put them in his mouth and started chewing.

Laresa put the book down and closed it carefully, then glanced at Dr. Marwin's desk. The pattern made with ink, which had been blurry just now, was now very eye-catching.

Dragon, Laresa whispered the word.

After saying this word, Dr. Marwin suddenly shuddered, trembled again and again, and stared out the window. Lareza thought the doctor was crazy again, but when she took in the scene under the tower from the corner of her eye, she withdrew her opinion.

An Ironborn longship flying Greyjoy's new flag was heading rapidly towards the mouth of the Mead River, but it suddenly stopped halfway. The front of the hull broke, and countless pieces of debris were visibly flying. The soldiers of the Oldtown garrison immediately launched crossbows and stones from the small fortresses on the high slopes on both sides of the estuary. From beginning to end, Laresa only saw three or two Ironborn raiders with their heads slightly exposed on the deck, and the rest were buried at the bottom of the river before she could see them.

"Old man Ambrose may have mixed feelings," Dr. Marwyn adjusted his nose, which looked a little awkward. His nose was broken many years ago, and it broke several times in the next ten years. "The Department of Anatomy may not be short of corpse materials these days. The cowards in Whispering Bay dare not enter, but the bodies of the Ironborn floating in the Mead River may take several days to salvage. Laresa, I see you are interested in the key. Hurry and drag a few bodies here before the war affects Oldtown."

"I am only interested in history and the occult," Laresa shook her head and added, "I am only interested in the present, not the past, and I cannot guess the future."

When Dr. Marwyn heard this, he laughed as if he hadn't heard a joke in hundreds of years. He held his belly and raised his head, laughing. He didn't forget to point at himself and said, "You little brat, you are becoming more and more pedantic! I really shouldn't have let you hang out with other doctors. You picked up too many bad habits in the Citadel. Haha, when the time comes for you to use your real skills, do you still dare to take risks with me?"

"For the sake of truth, of course." Laresa did not deny the irony behind Marwyn's words, and took out the doctor's unfinished thesis from the drawer. "Do you really dare to publish this in the Citadel? Under the nose of Hightower?"

Suddenly, Marwyn's neck turned red, and it was probably hot to the touch. He snatched the thesis and muttered, "Don't think that I, an old man, am the same as those stinking doctors and maesters who only talk about the practicality of skills and don't care about the essence of true knowledge. I have never believed that Hightower and the Citadel can be separated."

"Dragon's Plague," Laresa pronounced the key words, his agate eyes occasionally moving over the stack of papers in Marwyn's hand, "You want to write a paper with no evidence and only speculation?"

"So if we don't want to publish it, then we won't publish it. The group of maesters who reviewed it are not really knowledgeable people." Marwyn touched his chin, which was as hard as a slate, and seemed to think for a while. "Yes!" He tapped his hands, "It's just a group."

"Aren't you one of them?" Laresa said mercilessly, "I saw Pete buying you some wine the other day."

“Pate?” Marwin was dumbfounded. “Which Pate? Oh, the apprentice who wanted to get the astronomy necklace. How stupid! I don’t know where he got the news that I was the one who set the questions, so he wanted to bribe me. Hahahaha!”

Laresa shook her head. "Birds of a feather." He stretched his legs out and hooked them around the legs of the stool, sitting back. "So," he asked, "did you find anything about your investigation into the dragon plague? Is it really related to the Citadel and Hightower?"

Marwyn sighed. "It's just a guess. There's no such thing as true or false."

"My guess is bolder than yours," Laresa said, "The Hightower family has too many secrets. The organization under his protection is like the knights shrouded in the shadow of the tower. They are unable to protect themselves."

Marwyn did not answer. He pursed his lips and looked at Laresa. "I will be going to Harrenhal soon." There was no surprise in Laresa's eyes. "To find the Children of the Forest?" She asked knowingly.

Master Marwyn nodded. He took out a few sour grass leaves from the iron box and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them again and again. "Have you seen the paintings in the exhibition in Oldtown? Artis Arryn and the Children of the Forest have made peace and continued to fulfill their old oaths. By the power of the Seven Gods, I must go out and see the world, otherwise I will not be ashamed to wear this necklace of mysticism."

"Also," the doctor lowered his eyes to examine his masterpiece, "I also need to verify some things."

Laressa suddenly said, "Hurry up!" Her voice was clear and sounded like a woman's.

Hearing his voice suddenly change from the original magnetic voice filtered by the smoke to this, Marwin did not react for a while, and just said: "What? I didn't hear it clearly."

"You have to hurry," Laresa recovered her voice, "I think this old town will soon be engulfed in war." His face, as dark as teak, met the thin twilight outside the window. A sense of mystery surged into Marwin's chest. He always felt that this child was much more powerful than he looked.

Although he is very powerful, he is still a mystery, just like his mysterious background - father from Dorne, mother from the Summer Islands. Apart from this, Laresa did not reveal more.

"The dragon has been resurrected and the glass candles have been lit. It's almost time. Even if the Hightower family still wants to hide something, it can't be hidden." Laresa murmured.

It sounded like he was telling a riddle, in the same tone as before, except that Laresa was in the habit of telling riddles that no one could solve, and the answers would only come with time.

It is worthy of being called the "Sphinx", Marwyn thought.

Harrenhal, below the thickest of the five fingers, which is the base of the Tower of Terror, is surrounded by a ring of low walls, with a huge heart tree sitting in the middle. The traces left by Prince Daemon are still there, and it doesn't even look like they are old traces.

Dozens of children of the forest sat in a circle, with a pool of blood in the middle, covering the soft soil and wrapping the roots of the heart tree along the cracks.

The sky-blue dragon egg was placed next to the heart tree, and blood was flowing over it.

"The blood and flesh of the king, priests, pregnant women, and countless people," the leading forest children said with tears in their eyes, "This is the price of magic."

"They're everywhere here," said the Children of the Forest who were sitting cross-legged on the side, looking around with fear. They were surrounded by black walls and dark tiles of Harrenhal, which looked like the inhabited areas of ghosts, as if countless wronged souls were staring at them.

Watching the figures of the children of the forest in the Godwood, Melisandre stood behind a window in the tower. There was no window here originally, but the craftsmen of Attis repaired it, and the glass was clear. Her eyes watched quietly. "Enough," she said.

"What's coming next," said the Son of the Forest, "I can't do. I can't bear to do it." He cried as he spoke.

The blue robe stepped forward and replaced the child of the forest, holding a torch in his hand and throwing it towards the pool of blood and the heart tree.

The fire spread, and the heart tree wept blood.

The dragon egg was stable inside, and its azure-blue scales were stretched out like needles.

(End of this chapter)