Chapter 21 Bachelor Blood Witch

The setting sun sets through the dome in the conference hall.

The doctor who came with the guards saw a feast of death. The high-ranking nobles were staggering beside the overturned chairs, and cups, silver plates, and food were scattered all over the floor.

Under the gaze of everyone, scribe Aslan carefully handed over the owner of the courtyard in his arms to the hooded doctor, and then slumped down on the ground, his eyes dull, as if the owner's unfortunate death had completely broken his heart. Cool.

Seeing this scene in front of them, the nobles who survived the murder only felt terrified and extremely angry in their hearts, and they clamored crazily to execute the conspirator Salo Cote immediately.

In a daze, Aslan seemed to hear the voices of the nobles. He staggered up in despair and walked forward in a shaky manner.

Sighing sadly, he regained his previous rigorousness and wisdom, and reminded him with all his heart:

"My lords, it's great that you are all right. The gods are also blessing Qohor. Please take control of the inner city defense as soon as possible to avoid giving lawless people and Dothraki an opportunity."

After hearing this reminder, the nobles turned pale with fright and glared angrily at the sinner Salo Kot.

Soon, they each responded quickly:

"Aslan, the betrayer Salo Kot, he plotted to murder your master insidiously and viciously. The High Noble Council will definitely not let him go. The courtyard is entrusted to you first. The situation is urgent. We still need to go and provide for Kot. Hall City’s future contribution.”

The surviving nobles left their instructions in an understatement, and then hurriedly left the meeting hall with impatient expressions.

From their eyes, which originally only revealed fear and cowardice, suddenly exuded eager and greedy looks.

It can be guessed that they are so eager, I am afraid that they are not simply contributing to the city of Kohol.

After the surviving nobles left, only the hooded doctor was left in the conference hall, still moving silently to examine the corpse.

The entire hall fell into wordless silence.

Under the dome, the glow and dusk fell on everyone, forming a strange and harmonious picture.

"This is, this is the Tears of Rhys."

The doctor's exclamation awakened the silence.

The sinner Salo Kot, who was being guarded by the Unsullied, suddenly raised his head, with intricate colors in his confused eyes.

He knew about the Tears of Lys, a very rare and expensive poison.

It is said that its taste is as sweet as water and can be dissolved in wine or water. It cannot be smelled or tasted. The poison will disturb the stomach of the poisoned person and cause death like intestinal disease without leaving any trace.

"Aslan McKennan, did you do this?"

Salo Cote asked impatiently, the friendship between nobles and slaves is as fragile as a dead leaf, and it will be crumbling when the wind blows.

As the name suggests, the Tears of Lys were naturally invented by the alchemists of Lys, and Aslan Mackennin, who seemed to have nothing to do with it, was also a pure-blood Lysian.

"Loyalty is noble and respectable because it is unparalleled."

The handsome and elegant Lysian neither stood up to admit nor deny anything. The inexplicable words coming out of his mouth made Salo Kot confused.

Opening the closed door of the conference hall, the pure and rich fiery red twilight gently fell on Aslan's body.

He held his head high, as if he had given up everything here, and walked calmly out of the conference hall.

"Answer me, Aslan, how dare you murder your master."

"Damn slave, let me go."

Under the control of the guards, Salo Kot struggled in embarrassment and roared. He also thoroughly experienced the characteristics of the Unsullied who absolutely obeyed orders.

"The Kurt family is one of the families in the city-state of Qohor that holds the secrets of Valyrian steel weapon reforging technology."

After calling out Poison's true name, the hooded doctor who had remained silent suddenly opened his mouth to speak.

He slowly walked up to Salo Cote and slowly took off his hood with one hand, revealing a pale and terrifying face.

"You are the blood witch Bass Potter. You did it, right? Are you going to sacrifice the life of a high-ranking noble to the Black Goat to protect Qohor?"

Hearing Salo Kot's exclamation, the blood wizard did not answer the question directly, but still talked to himself:

"I remember that I had the honor of meeting your father three times.

After saying that, Blood Witch Bass Potter turned around, picked a clean chair with interest, sat on it with a smile, and continued:

"The first time I met your father was..., by the way, at that time, I was not called Bass Potter, and others would call me Maester Bol, a man from the city across the narrow sea, living in Qohor. Maester, at that time, I was preparing to write a thesis on the foundry technology of Qohor, and because I asked too many questions in the investigation, I was publicly whipped three times and subsequently driven out of the city. The last time I saw you was My father, he accused me of stealing a Valyrian steel weapon and chopped off one of my hands as punishment."

The blood witch Buzz Potter proudly stretched out his flexible prosthesis on his right hand to show off.

"Do you know what secret I discovered that time? Your father has been working hard all his life to make weapons that can rival Valyria's forging technology. What a great ideal! But it is not enough to just have the recasting technology of Valyria steel weapons mastered by the Kurt family. It is necessary to master the forging technology of Valyria steel. All forging craftsmen use repeated forging to balance and remove impurities in steel, and Valyria steel also needs to be applied with some unknown processes, such as magic spells. Magic can make this kind of steel extremely special, but your father insists that blood sacrifice is the most special forging process of Valyria steel."

Salo Kurt's father died when he was young. This is the first time someone has told him the story of his father. His family and even other nobles of Qohor all have a secretive expression when mentioning his father.

The blood witch stared at Salo Kurt curiously, stopped struggling and roaring, looked eager, and bowed his head to listen.

He slowly stood up, stepped forward and touched the other's lips with his prosthetic limb, then continued with a smile:

"Sure enough, you are just like your father. On the surface, you look completely human, but inside you are arrogant, cold-blooded and cruel. You are only interested in things you approve of. You know what blood sacrifice is, but you don't think there is any problem at all. Your father is the same. He killed slaves for blood sacrifice. Some of the young ones were just babies. So, I often feel that I am out of tune with you."

Salo Cote wanted to refute, but found that he couldn't make any sound in his throat. He covered his neck in panic.

Blood wizard Bass Potter ignored him, sat back in his chair, and said with a smile:

"Since you don't want to defend the blood sacrifice just now and say something nice to the dead, then don't say any nonsense in the future. You just need to listen to me quietly."

It seems that the interruption of the story made the blood wizard forget what he wanted to say. After thinking for a while, he continued:

"The blood sacrifice that was carried out secretly did not produce any effect. The craftsmen of the Kurt family expressed their opinions. They believed that dragon bones were needed as materials for forging Valyrian steel, and your father insisted that the blood sacrifice spell was wrong and the slaves' blood was not noble and pure enough."

Bass Potter seemed to be completely immersed in memories, and murmured:

"My bachelor's necklace has five links, made of bronze, silver and gold. , In addition, I also studied the arcane magic very deeply, but unfortunately I didn't get the chain link. This is why I came to the Free Cities to travel, for revenge and to get in touch with the forging technology of Qohor. This knowledge made it easy for me to disguise myself as the famous blood wizard Bass Potter. Soon your father found me and wanted me to help him study the blood sacrifice spell. That was our second meeting, but he had long since ruthlessly forgotten me, a cripple, and it was during that period that I deliberately misled him and made him crazy about the arcane magic. "

The bachelor is a scholar, doctor and scientist who studies and trains in the academy of Westeros on the other side of the narrow sea. Students who just started to receive education in the academy are called apprentices. They need to strive for the chain link on the necklace to become a bachelor.

These chain links are made of metals known to humans. Each metal represents knowledge in a certain field. Bronze represents astronomy and astrology, silver represents medicine, and gold represents economics. The chain link corresponding to the arcane magic is made of Valyrian steel.

They are proof that the city recognizes the bachelor's achievements in this field. If there are repeated metals on the chain link, it means that the bachelor has studied this field very deeply.

The whispers of the blood witch made the speechless Salo Cote crazy, but Bass Porter ignored him and continued:

"The gods always tease mortals to please themselves. Just after your father became fascinated by the mysterious witchcraft, one day he came to me almost crazy, claiming that the black goat responded to his sacrificial prayers and brought him everything he wanted. A Lys merchant came to Qohor with two Valyrian weapons, looking for a craftsman who could recast the two weapons. One of the weapons was a Valyrian steel scimitar, and its handle was made entirely of dragon bones. The Lys man had platinum hair, sapphire eyes, and fair and delicate skin. He was really a very conspicuous and powerful Valyrian. The blood of Relia, there is no nobler blood than his for blood sacrifice. "

At this point, the blood wizard Bass Potter woke up from his memories. He stood up and walked in front of the hideous Salo Cote, staring into his eyes and said:

"The Cote family deserves to die, and every high noble lying on the ground deserves to die. They shed sinful blood, committed evil, and committed unforgivable crimes. It's just that there is a lack of capable people to take revenge on them. They all participated in the blood sacrifice held to crack the Valyrian steel forging process. Now, the son of the Lys merchant has come to take revenge on them."

After making a final roar, the blood wizard raised his head and laughed, and turned his back to leave the conference hall.

At this time, the sunset dyed the western sky red without leaving any gaps, and the blood-red color soaked the lake surface and turned into an eternal memory, which was very beautiful.

Bass Potter walked out of the conference hall, and the reflection of the remaining light of the sun made his pale face a little more bloody.

In the courtyard, the son of the Lys merchant was standing quietly under the flower tree, admiring the painted marble boy statue.

His clothes have also been changed from robes to gorgeous armor. In his hand, he holds a spear with a tip shaped like a burning flame and an orange cloak tied behind him. He looks even more heroic.

"Why, before you leave, you want to admire your sculptures one last time. You can make a request to Khal Mungo. According to the Dothraki tradition, if you give him the city of Qohor as a gift, Khal will definitely give you a generous gift in return."

Aslan turned around confidently and bowed respectfully to the blood wizard. His handsome and elegant face was no longer mature and serious. Just like other teenagers of his age, he smiled brightly.

"Thank you, teacher. I haven't told you yet that this sculpture is actually the boy's appearance in my memory. At that time, our family lived happily in Rees."

Seeing that he had inadvertently brought up his student's sad past, Bas Porter hurriedly changed the subject:

"This is the gorgeous dress of the Hand of Holy Fire. You are indeed a holy warrior of the Lord of Light. Unfortunately, I went too late that year, which led to you being bought by the Temple of R'hllor first and being treated as a warrior to participate in cruel training."

After saying this, the blood wizard immediately wanted to slap himself. It seems that there are no happy memories worth recalling in his student's life.

Aslan knew his teacher and didn't care at all. A brighter smile bloomed on his face.

He reached out and patted the knife and sword tied to his back, saying:

"Let's open the city gates and welcome the Dothraki army into the city. I will use these two Valyrian steel weapons as a gift to offer my loyalty to the king of humans, and my father's ideals need me to realize them."

The blood wizard stared at the Valyrian steel sword behind the boy and sighed sadly. He also knew his student, so he could only say helplessly:

"Is this the truth? Walking out of this courtyard, killing the boy in your heart, and shouldering the responsibility of the family, how unfair the gods are."