"Your brother appears to be back to normal."

Melisandre appeared beside Samwell at some point, staring at Dickon's back for a moment and then said.

Samwell is still frowning: "But his memory still has problems."

"That should be the damage caused by... at least now I can no longer feel the power of the Lord of Light on him."

Samwell turned his head and looked at the red robed witch beside him.

During the Blood Reef Island incident, he knew that this woman had helped him. Without her, he might not have been able to escape the control of the Lord of Light.

I haven't seen her for a few days, she is still wearing a red robe, but her skin is not as milky white as before, but has become a weak and sickly pale.

The ruby necklace at the throat also seems to have dimmed a lot.

It seems that she violated the will of the Lord of Light this time, and paid a considerable price.

"When attacking Storm's End before, R'hllor manipulated Dickon into the city to assassinate him, and kept the shadow in your stomach, was it prepared for Blood Reef Island this time? He wants to use the shadow to revive me? Then control me? "

"Yes." Melisandre's eyes flickered, "We are all his tools..."

"No. We are not." Samwell looked into the witch's blood-red eyes, "He can't control me, and he can't control you. If I'm not wrong, what you asked me to tell Dickon back thenremember Who are you, you are actually prepared for me, right? You have foreseen everything in Blood Reef Island?"

Melisandre shook her head: "I only foresaw death, other than that, it was a vague illusion. I thought it was the punishment of the gods. But thinking of the rebirth of Azor Ahai and what happened to your brother I guessed something, and then made some preparations."

"Why help me?"

"Because I think what you said is right. Life should not be a tool. And..." Melisandre looked at Samwell firmly, "I also have doubts in my heart, and I hope to get answers through this."

"Did you get the answer?"

The ruby in Melisandre's throat shone brightly again. Although it was not as bright as before, it was still dazzling.

She nodded slowly: "I used to think that R'hllor was the master of flames and the source of light, but after this blasphemy, my strength was indeed severely injured, but it did not disappear.

I can no longer see prophesied visions from the flames, but I can still manipulate the flames and perform witchcraft. That shadow wounded me badly, but it didn't take away my strength.

So, R'hllor may not be the master of flames, nor is he as omnipotent as I thought. "

"Of course he is not omnipotent." Samwell said, "A doctor in the academy once told me that he thought that the gods were just a group of imprisoned powerful magicians. Compared with ordinary people, they are indeed powerful, but they are obviously not omnipotent. .Otherwise why are they so keen on finding the Chosen One."

As he spoke, Samwell drew out the giant sword [Dawn] behind his back.

"R'hllor can deprive the greatsword of its power." Samwell stroked the milky white sword, it couldn't emit the hot red light as before, but it was still sharp.

"But he can't take my white dragon away." Sam Wells said.

Then he secretly added a sentence, he can't interfere with the attribute panel.

"Yes." Melisandre nodded, "I used to think that the dragon was the messenger of R'hllor, but now it seems that it is obviously not the case."

Samwell put the giant sword back into its sheath, and said: "R'hllor seems to have given up on me. You said, he will go to find the other prince in the prophecy, Azor Ahai reincarnation?"

"No." Melisandre said firmly, "You are the prince in the prophecy, but you are not the prophecy of R'hllor."

Samwell understood what the witch meant: "Didn't that prophecy come from R'hllor?"

"No." Melisandre sighed, "This prophecy has been circulated in Asshai very early, and the original source is no longer known."

"So R'hllor is very likely to use this prophecy? He is looking for the prince in the prophecy only for his own purposes?"

"It's possible. But unless we know the purpose of the gods, we can only guess wildly."

"The purpose of the gods..." Samwell's eyes flashed, "Sooner or later, I will figure it out."

"I believe you will." Melisandre said.

Sam Well paused, and asked again:

"Remember the ruby you gave me back then? Using it, I can turn into an inflatable fish."

"Remember."

"At that time, you also said that the Faceless Ones also used similar means to disguise themselves."

"That's right. This is a kind of blood magic, which requires the blood of the person being pretended to be collected."

"Is there a way to see through this blood magic?" Samwell didn't want to be assassinated by the Faceless Men again.

"Yes." Melisandre nodded, "There is a kind of blood magic called [Eye of Truth], which can see through any disguise."

"Can I learn?"

"Yes. However, the practice of blood magic takes a long time. Although your soul power is extremely powerful and you are considered to have a very high talent, but even so, you have no foundation after all. It may take a lot of time to learn [Eye of Reality] a month of Sundays."

"Soul power?" Samwell speculated whether this might be a manifestation of spiritual attributes.

"Yes, Soul Power, if I'm not mistaken, you should be a skinchanger, right?"

"Yes. I can possess a falcon, use its body to fly, and use its eyes to observe."

"This is a manifestation of the power of the soul." Melisandre explained, "The aborigines in Westeros - the children of the forest have strong soul power, and now some families in the north who once intermarried with the children of the forest , and offspring with this gift can arise. They are the skinchangers."

Now Samwell is even more convinced that the so-called soul power is a spiritual attribute.

"How long will it take me to learn Eye of Reality?"

"At least ten years. Because you don't have any magical foundation, you have to learn it from scratch. This is already the fastest estimate considering your extraordinary talent."

Samwell pondered for a moment and asked again:

"What if my soul power is stronger?"

"Soul power is an innate talent, and generally it will not be easily changed..."

Melisandre froze before finishing speaking.

Because she found that Caesar in front of her had suddenly undergone earth-shaking changes.

An indescribable change that made her palpitate.

Those black eyes seemed to be the deepest darkness in the world, able to attract everything.

"You..." Melisandre's eyes showed a rare expression of horror, "How could your soul power...suddenly increase..."

Samwell's thoughts are still on the property panel.

Just now, he added all the free attribute points gained from becoming the Storm King to the spiritual attribute.

Title: Storm King

Territory: Storm's End, Eagle Mouth Island

Vassals: Lucas Dayne, Chiman Huya, Katu Huya, Todd Flower, Gavin Mander, Brienne Tass...

Power: 15.96 (18.70)

Agility: 5.67 (7.86)

Spirit: 39.38

Yes, the free attribute points obtained by becoming a king are thirty points.

The points are not much different from Samwell's expected points, and he guessed that this is just an extra point for becoming king in the Stormlands. When he conquers the other six countries in the future, and even ascends to the Iron Throne, he should get more free attribute points.

Originally, Samwell was still hesitating which attribute these free attribute points should be added to. With the previous experience, he knew that the attribute points obtained at one time could not be added separately, so he hesitated to make a decision.

If Melisandre didn't mention soul power, Samwell might end up adding it to agility.

But now, he still thinks it is more appropriate to add spiritual attributes.

Not only to prevent the assassination of the Faceless, but also to learn witchcraft.

Now he feels more and more that witchcraft is probably the power closest to the gods.

After the crazy increase in mental attributes, Samwell found that the world in front of him suddenly changed.

"You are the person with the most powerful soul power I have ever seen!" Melisandre finally recovered from the shock and let out a sigh of emotion.

"In this case, it should be easier for me to learn witchcraft?" Samwell reached out and rubbed his forehead.

After the sharp increase in spiritual attributes, the world in front of him seemed to have changed, as if there were some inexplicable colors added.

For example, Melisandre in front of him was shrouded in a layer of blood-red smoke in his eyes.

The source of the smoke was the ruby in her throat.

"Yes, the power of the soul can help you easily master a lot of witchcraft..." Melisandre said with emotion, "You don't even need to use the [Eye of Truth] I just mentioned, you can also see the faceless man Camouflaged."

Samwell immediately understood what Melisandre meant.

The "colorful" world in front of him is the incidental effect of his spiritual attribute surge, which seems to allow him to see the traces of witchcraft.

Just like Melisandre, Samwell knows that she has been hiding her true face, which is the habit of Shadowbinder.

It's just that some shadowbinders like to use red lacquer masks, but she uses blood magic.

Now that the spiritual attributes have increased dramatically, although Samwell can't see through Melisandre's disguise, at least he can clearly know that she is shrouded in blood magic.

If there is another faceless man approaching, Samwell will not be defenseless.

But this state also gave Samwell some trouble.

I don't know if it's because the mental attribute is raised too fast and the body can't bear it, or it's a side effect caused by too powerful soul power. He heard some weird voices at this time.

"Hantam...Hantam..."

Dreamlike whispers emerged from the surrounding air like tiny worms, constantly burrowing into his ears.

"Your Majesty, you really need to master some knowledge of witchcraft." Melisandre said upon seeing this, "otherwise such powerful soul power will become a burden for you instead."

Samwell nodded, the raving in his ear continued, making his head tense for a while:

"good."

"Follow me, please." Melisandre reached out to hold Samwell's hand.

A peaceful and quiet force passed along her arm, slightly easing Samwell's discomfort.

"Do you know what Hantam means?"

"That's Valyrian," said Melisandre, "meaning

Don't come in. "

(end of this chapter)