Chapter 257
"bō bō bō bō bō bō bō 啵!"
He kissed him seven times, and wiped the dust from his lips and the smell he could not see but smell.
"Damn, some bastard must have urinated and missed the mouth of the pot..."
Curse to himself, he held the pot and rubbed it hard seven times, When he opened his palm, he saw a thick layer of black mud.
But he is also sighed in relief, and finally completed the ceremony of 2/3/2022.
"Place it on a high table..." He looked at the table top, then looked at the nearby bookshelves, thinking that the bookshelves are always higher than the table top, so he climbed up the sliding wooden ladder and put the pot on the table. The top of the first layer bookshelf.
"Maybe I can't cheat by kissing the pot, touching the pot, and shouting incantation, but how does Magic Pot know if I knelt down and kowtow?"
Thinking like this, he said: Standing up straight, stomping hard once, "bang!"
To the phonetic symbol behind "Dragon Language", read aloud: "Mother, son filial piety! Faceless Men are all idiots| C'mon."
"bang!" He stamped his feet again and shouted: "Mum, be filial! Faceless Men are all idiots."
.... ..
Like a foreigner speaking in half-baked Chinese, he stamped his feet seven times and shouted seven times at the same time.
But the Magic Pot didn't respond at all.
"Sure enough, you're lying to me." He was a little angry, and was about to climb up and smash the clay pot, but when he saw the wet lip print on it, he was extremely unwilling.
"Perhaps, I didn't use the correct method?" He returned to the desktop again, carefully reading the text on the secret log.
"Since it's related to Death God, maybe Magic Pot can feel my mental fluctuation?" He rubbed his chin, thinking in his heart.
After a while, he gritted his teeth, knelt directly on the ground, and slammed his head on the ground, "bang!"
Very solid!
"Mother, your son is filial! Faceless Men are all idiots."
But after seven times, the pot still didn't respond at all.
He was ashamed and annoyed, but he was even more unwilling to give up like this: I have paid such a big price, and I don't want to do anything about the Death God forbidden technique, at least I have to figure out Magic Pot true or false, right?
With this idea in mind, he quickly found the reason for oneself's failure: the whole set of opening ceremony is coherent, just now oneself was clever enough to interrupt the ceremony.
So, he climbed up the wooden ladder, took down the clay pot, hugged it in his arms, and leaned in with his mouth...find a place where the smell was not so heavy, "bō bō bō .. ...."
He rubbed it solemnly seven times, and rubbed off a handful of fine dirt.
Set up the Magic Pot, knelt on the ground, kowtowed seven times, and shouted seven times, "Mother, filial son! Faceless Men are stupid!".
Then he lifted the head and was shocked to see the golden spots of light gathered at the mouth of the Hukou, slowly gathering a Wang Hongxia, and the entire book cellar was much brighter.
He looked at Hongxia fascinatedly, two crystal teardrops ran across his cheeks, muttered: "Finally, the heavens will not fail those who are faithful, I succeeded!"
"Success for what?" Suddenly a high-pitched voice came from the jar, and then, under his stunned gaze, a silhouette emerged from the gully like a mist, and Hongxia accompanied him, as if in a Magic Pot the elf.
"Magic Tool genie!!" he blurted out.
so that's how it is, Magic Pot has sprites, no wonder people are not allowed to cheat, he suddenly realized.
The red glow of the stars gradually disappeared, and he could clearly see the appearance of the elves on the bookshelf: he was wearing a Maester gray robe, stepping on the clay pot as if nothing, about 1.6 meters, hunched over , with a cane in his hand, a snow-white beard hanging on his chest, his face...
It's a bit strange, the elf's face is pale and pale, as if a thick layer of powder has been thrown.. .... Yes, this old Maester has been dead for thousands of years, and the face of the dead man is of course pale - soon, he will oneself think of a reasonable explanation.
Maester's elven silver hair is a mess, reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a long chain around his neck—almost the longest chain he's ever seen in his life.
Although Maester is an elf, the character decoration is almost the same as a true person. Even the color and texture of the chain can be clearly seen, gold, silver, red copper, platinum, black iron... ...that smoke black chain link with seven links, that's Valyria steel representing Magic and mysterious knowledge!
My God, the seven festivals!
No doubt, this must be a knowledgeable old Archmaester.
The whole process is a long story, but in fact it only happened in a short moment. After all, he is a Faceless Men with super observation skills.
"Boy, are you an apprentice? How can an apprentice with only a silver chain be qualified to enter the book cellar?" The Magic Pot elf suddenly floated across from him, almost frightening him to pull out the apprentice tied to his elbow dagger.
"My name is Pate, Archmaester Walgrave's assistant. Archmaester has limited mobility. Let me come down and help him fetch books."
As a top Faceless Men, lies come casually and say It's seamless, it makes sense.
With a "sou", the Magic Pot elf floated back to the mouth again, wondering: "Walgrave? I don't know, by the way, little Pate, what age is it now?"
"Aegon is 299 years old."
The performance of the old Archmaester came and went like the wind, so "Pate" couldn't help feeling the magical magic of the elves, and also looked forward to the "Death God forbidden technique" more and more.
"Aegon? Who, why is it named after him? I remember Seven Kingdoms using Valyria for years." The Magic Pot elf said curiously.
"Hey, senior, you don't know..."
Then, 'Pate' summed up the major events that happened in the last four hundred years in concise language .
"Aiya, Valyria is dead?!" The Magic Pot elf first sighed in disappointment, then excitedly said: "Since the Magic civilization is coming to an end, maybe my 'real world' really has hope."
"The real world?" Now it was 'Pate''s turn to look blank.
"It's a purely physical world without Magic, glass candles, prophecies, dragons, not even Spiritual God."
"This," 'Pate' was shocked, "how can this be? Possibly? Archmaester, are you crazy?"
"What do you know as an apprentice?" The Crock Pot elf gave him a look of contempt and said proudly: "How can an ordinary person understand the grand ideals of the Citadel?"
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'Pate' shook his head, sighed and said: "Let's not say whether the 'real world' is real, but now there are dragons, Magic, Spiritual God, Archmaester, and your oneself has become a Magic Pot elf, and Citadel can't live. In oneself fantasy!"
"hmph, little apprentice, thought an old man dignified a Half God would speak big? Magic Tide is driven by dragons, and since Valyria has been destroyed, we just need to slaughter The three dragons of Aegon, the world will definitely enter the Dharma End Times of no magic and no gods." The Magic Pot elf sneered.
"Tu, Tu Long? So Dance of the Dragons..." 'Pate' widened his eyes in disbelief, "No, what did you say? You are Spiritual God?"
"It's not a True God, it's just a trifling Half God." The Magic Pot elf didn't seem to pay attention to the word 'Dance of the Dragons', raised his chin, and asked proudly: "By the way, I am Hades the Nether of the famous Asshai. King, junior, have you heard of it?"
"So you are Hades!!" 'Pate' was shocked, "But you are not a 'Fire Demon', how did you become a 'Nether King'? "
"haha, didn't expect now even mortals know my name!" The Magic Pot elf laughed triumphantly.
"Uh, Archmaester, I just saw a note with your name on it..." 'Pate' said awkwardly, pointing to the parchment on the table.
"What?"
The Magic Pot elf suddenly floated to the table, and after reading the paper, looked thoughtful and said: "'Fire Demon' is just my name when I debuted. , After the Mystery of the Rotation of Control Life and Death, I identified myself as 'Nether King', Nether King Hades. Boy, look at this, do you want the old man's Death God forbidden technique?"
"Yes ?" 'Pate' expectantly.
The Magic Pot elf kicked his legs and flew above the Magic Pot like catkins, coldly said: "Of course not, let alone you fake apprentice and real Faceless Men, even the real Citadel Archmaester, don't even think about getting me Mystery."
"What!!" 'Pate' took a step back, his right hand covered by his cuff grabbed a dagger, and couldn't believe it: "You, how do you know my identity? ?"
"Hahaha, I'm the Half God of the Mystery of Control Life and Death!" The Magic Pot elf voice suddenly became high-pitched, shrill, and even the air rippled.
In an instant, 'Pate' felt a real coercion from the opponent—Dreki state.
Sure enough, the identity of the other party is unusual, maybe it is the mighty Half God.
'Pate ' brain teased and shouted: "I have something to say!"
"hmph, nothing can save you!" Magic Pot's elf language is still rude, But the amazing imposing manner of 'Dragon's Might' was disappeared.
"Archmaester Hades, the three dragons of Aegon the Conqueror died long ago, and the Citadel had carried out a dragon slaying plan more than a hundred years ago, and the dragons of House Targaryen had long since withered away."
"Nonsense!" The Magic Pot elf loudly shouted, angrily: "The Magic Pot can be activated by you, and the old man can manifest his soul in front of you, what does that mean? It means that the Magic Tide is surging now, and the world is still there. There are dragons alive."
"Archmaester, you are right, there are dragons in the world."
'Pate' admired the Half God spirit more and more, and slowly explained: "Dragons are indeed extinct. After a while, but two years ago, the exiled princess Daenerys hatched three dragons from the stone egg..."
He then added Dance of the Dragons, Battle of Usurper, Dragonmother Tell the story one after another.
Concluded: "Archmaester, Faceless Men, you, and Citadel have a common purpose - to kill the Mother of Dragons, kill her dragons. We have the possibility of cooperation!"
Magic Pot elf looked thoughtful nodded, his tone softened, and asked: "Boy, what's your name? I know your Faceless Men habits, don't use fake names to fool old man."
"Someone Jaqen H'ghar," Faceless Men said in his original husky voice.
As the saying goes, Yang Guo's aunt, Arya's uncle.
Jaqen, isn't that Arya's lover, Master?
shit, shouldn't he train Arya in Braavos at this time, why did he run Citadel out of mission?
Dany was surprised at first, then darkened.
Jaqen Good!
Hit Jaqen is more fulfilling than pitting other anonymous Faceless Men.
Jaqen My son, look at grandma greeting you!
"Jaqen, tell me, why did the Faceless Men assassinate that...Mother of Dragons? Alas, such a silly name."
"Faceless Men accept customers Order, take money to kill, regardless of purpose." Jaqen indifferently said.
"Don't talk to the old man about these things." Dany, disguised as a Magic Pot elf, waved his hand and said contemptuously: "Have you seen the chain on the old man's neck?"
"en." Jaqen wondered nodded.
"How many knots of platinum have you counted by oneself."
"Uh, five knots?" Jaqen's eyes were sharp, and he could count the chains around the neck of the 'Magic Pot elf' with just one glance. ring.
"Platinum stands for political science, bullying old man doesn't understand politics!" Magic Pot elf shouted.