Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 306 Blood Magic
It was raining cold and grey at Harrenhal.

The charred godswood forest was stirred up by the rain, and the potholes hidden within were no longer hidden, absorbing water to nourish the dead heart trees.

The heart tree stretched out countless twisted and pale arms toward the sky. The treetops were no longer covered with lush red leaves. Only long, bone-like branches were left swaying in the wind. From time to time, a few branches would fall down, into puddles, mud, and ashes left by burning.

The children of the forest still gathered in a circle, chanting the source language and praying for the dead heart tree.

Melisandre whispered in Artis's ear, like the wind pouring into his ears: "There is one method we have not tried yet. The King of the North and his wife and children are all in Harrenhal. If you allow me..."

"Such a thing," Artis said, without looking at Melisandre, his eyes fixed on the withered bones of the heart tree under the tower. "Needless to say, as high as the glory, the Arryn family would never do such a thing," he muttered to himself, repeating the family motto several times, and then came to his senses and explained to Melisandre: "I made an agreement with Eddard Stark that Catelyn would return to the North under the escort of Ser Vardis Egan, but Arya would stay in the Eyrie or a castle in the valley."

Artis paused, "Iron Oak is a good place. I believe Lord Eddard and his wife would agree that Arya should be taught by Lady Anya. She has trained many knights and excellent ladies in the canyon."

Melisandre walked around him to the window. "Blood magic requires blood. I have never tried dragon magic." She hesitated for a moment. "I obey your command, my Lord."

"Let Marwyn try. If it doesn't work, we can talk about it later. It's better to wait until the dragon grows up." Attis said. At this time, Marwyn was listening carefully to the pronunciation of the original language of the Children of the Forest in the godswood in the rain, and writing something with a pen and paper. The little blue dragon opened its mouth to the sky, as if drinking rain water, flapped its wings, and splashed water all over the maester. Then it flew up into the air again, and hit Attis' window directly.

Attis quickly opened the window, and the dragon staggered in and fell to the floor. The sharp edges of its wings messed up the gorgeous floor pattern.

"Damn it." Attis stared with wide eyes as the dragon threw itself into his arms, fire still coming out of his mouth, and fell to the ground under the dragon's force.

The little blue dragon stepped on Atis's dress and kicked his chest, his eyes moving around vividly, looking straight at Atis's face.

"You need to, ahem," Marwyn walked up from downstairs, "you need to cultivate a relationship with it. Dragons are animals too. This one seems to like eating mutton very much, which is a good thing. It proves that it is greedy, and greed is of course easy to tame."

Attis reached out and pushed the blue dragon's head to the side. It lost its balance and fell to the ground, hissing like a snake spitting out its core.

"I thought magic would be enough." Attis said, standing up awkwardly. His blue dress had been torn by sharp claws, and long seams were still hanging on the blue dragon's wings. Once torn off, the whole dress broke into two pieces.

At this time, the silk thread has not broken yet and is hooked on the spikes of the blue dragon's wings.

"Okay, dear dragon, don't move." Attis comforted the blue dragon in a gentle voice and wanted to reach out to take down the clothesline.

The blue dragon was not satisfied. He spread his wings, pulled his body, and the clothes line was torn off. Then, as if a single hair moved the whole body, the dress was suddenly stripped off from Attis, and the velvet hidden inside instantly came out like flying snow.

"I have to find Myrcella to change my clothes. The knights on patrol will be back tonight, and there is dinner to eat." Attis patted his clothes and said helplessly.

The blue dragon opened its mouth and let out a victorious roar like Aegon the Conqueror, even narrowing its eyes slightly, with a kind of humanistic pride overflowing from it.

"You win." Attis declared victory with a smile, stood up and walked out the door, nodded to Marwyn, and walked towards Myrcella's bedroom.

Marwyn couldn't help but smacking his lips. "It seems that this little dragon knows the difference between having a full meal and having a full meal every time." He squatted down. "Do you also want to sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor? Haha, just like me."

"Just sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor?" Melisandre had been standing nearby. Her gaze briefly lingered on the blue dragon, which had not shown any threat so far, and then turned to Dr. Marwyn, who had come all the way here. "I would like to know how your god or your knowledge led you to Artis Arryn?"

Marwyn took a piece of dried meat from his pocket and watched the dragon chewing. He murmured to himself, "Just as it is written in the book, Brother Bath is indeed a legendary figure."

Melisandre didn't wait for an answer, but she was not in a hurry at all. She also squatted down like Dr. Marwyn, watching the blue dragon chew the dried meat, watching it chew the meat in its mouth, chew and swallow. "The big dragons like Vermithor swallow meat in one mouthful, and a flock of sheep can't satisfy them at all," Marwyn said, staring at the blue dragon, "and the little dragons swallow in different ways, but they all don't swallow directly like their elders."

"It's from the book," Melisandre said firmly.

Marwyn smiled. "Brother Bath's 'Dragons, Saurians, and Pterosaurs: The Unnatural Evolution of Dragonkind'."

"I have heard of this book," Melisandre's red eyes sparkled like two red diamonds, "I heard that it was burned by King Baelor, and the only remaining copy is missing, maybe destroyed."

"Perhaps he was forced across the ocean and survived on the other side of the Narrow Sea. Yes, yes, that's it." Marwyn shook his head as if recalling bad memories, showing impatience with the topic.

But Melisandre saw indignation and regret behind the disgust.

"Where is it?" asked Melisandre.

Marwyn smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm in the Citadel. I haven't been anywhere else."

"Did Duke Artis think it was burned by King Baelor or taken across the Narrow Sea by the descendants of the Dragon Servant?" Melisandre continued to guide.

Marwyn was pleased to see this happen, and continued her words: "The Duke is very talented, but he does not know everything." He tapped his forehead with his index finger, "He is no match for this big head, hahahaha."

Melisandre stood up and said, "You are a maester, even though you are loyal to a false god."

"I am loyal to the truth, not to God," Marwyn shrugged. "If you were used to seeing the faces of maesters and septons in Oldtown, you would have the same feeling as me." He raised his head and looked at Melisandre. "If your God is the truth, I can certainly wear the red robe, but who can easily make a decision before confirming it?"

The blue dragon fluttered out of the window and disappeared in the rain.

Marwyn stood up and walked over, closing the window. "Baile ordered the burning of Septon Bath's works, but the shrewd maester copied a copy and sent it back to the Citadel. It is still hidden in the library. Over the past hundred years, Braavos seems to have learned something about it, and often sends messengers to Oldtown to try to find the lone copy."

"Compared to you red monks," Marwyn turned around, "they are the ones who do big things, planning for hundreds of years."

"But," Marwyn waved his hand when he saw Melisandre was about to speak, "Son of Bath did not say how to tame dragons, he only deduced the origin of dragons."

"Blood magic?" Melisandre asked. "How would you do that?"

Marwyn pondered for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "I need the power of the Lord of Light."

The smile now shifted to Melisandre's face. She said sarcastically, "With such demands, you still dare to say that the Lord of Light is not the truth?"

Marwyn was not annoyed. "For every Targaryen born, the gods will throw a coin to the sky. Wisdom and madness are two sides of the coin." He warned: "Red Lady, don't underestimate this famous saying. This is not a rumor. It is a disaster left by the early Valyrians. Blood magic is not an easy skill to control."

"We need the help of the true God," Melisandre concluded immediately, "Then tell me, what should we do?"

(End of this chapter)