Chapter 466
Tyrion is a real volunteer and no one is forcing him.
He met Shireen Baratheon.
The little girl had a layer of bluish-gray grouper spots on half of her face, looking extremely terrifying.
Tyrion can barely accept it if he just looks terrifying, with his trousers covering it, and no one can see his thighs.
But the Greyscale stony scar on Shireen's face also isolates the tactile nerve.
Simply put, Shireen's Greyscale is no longer spreading, but half of her face is as numb as a stone, losing touch.
Tyrion was infected in a special place, he was pinched by Connington on the inner thigh and then infected with Greyscale.
Now Greyscale is spreading upwards.
This...
If the virus isn't contained immediately, he'll be like little Aegon.
Uh, little Aegon is miserable, and the direct part is infected.
If Greyscale's healing is as effective as Shireen's, and the disease is cured, but leaves a bluish-grey stony scar that loses sense, then Aegon...
Little Aegon has been tearing up his pillow towel lately at night, and drinking alcohol to relieve his worries during the day.
It's so bitter!
But little Aegon is not alone. Except for Tyrion, all the infected sea merchants and the pleasure garden Red Graces suffer the same fate as him.
......
Because Tyrion's group of guests lived in the second layer at the top of the pyramid, and three infected people appeared on this layer at once, Dany isolated them and got them. out a laboratory.
At this time, in the laboratory.
Bu Ten and Alleras are busy in front of Sorcerer's Lens.
Quaithe stands at the other end of the bench, watching over a steaming pot of blue-brown juice on the stove.
Between the laboratory and the stairs outside the pyramid, there is a spacious hall. Little Aegon, Tyrion, and Aemon sit on the soft couch, waiting for Grandmaster Quaithe's medicine.
"Could it be that the lifeblood of dwarf really has magic power? He clearly passed the virus to us in that way, why is his second child okay, but we..."
Aegon stares badly at Tyrion's crotch.
Tyrion put his legs together, his butt shrank back, and shouted, "Look at me | what are you doing? Even if my dick really has magic power, you won't be envious."
Actually, Imp also suspects that oneself's second child has magic power.
He is Wildfire General, the immediate boss of more than 50 Firemages. He asked his little brother, and everyone claimed: Dwarf's lifeblood has a strange magic power, and is most popular with Evil God. It is blood The highest quality sacrifice of sacrifice Evil God.
Just three days ago, skinny man Pogba quietly approached him and asked if dwarf was selling his second dick.
Pogba wants a Magic body protection symbol similar to Lysbin.
——The virus is spreading upwards and is about to reach you. Why don't you cut it and sell it to me before it turns into stone?
This suggestion can't be considered is rude.
Consciously rescuing hopeless Greyscale patients, most of them will cut off the intact part of the body as a souvenir.
Like Illyrio, who sawed off the hands of his wife Serra, who was a Grey Plague patient.
Tyrion makes Pogba get out: Lao Tzu has become a stone men, and male stone carvings are more powerful than eunuch stone carvings!
Also.
Tyrion remembers clearly that Connington touched his place several times during the last Wildfire bomb accident.
The infected part is the inner thigh that was pinched at the end.
Dragon Queen's Magic research also proves: Sorcerer with magic power has stronger immunity.
Aemon shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with magic power. After one part is infected, it will spread all around with that part as the center, and will not give birth to another affected part."
Careful Thinking about it, his worries a few days ago were really ridiculous.
Aegon and Tyrion don't know if they can survive, and even if they survive, they may not be able to keep their male dignity.
How do they fight for the Iron Throne?
Quaithe heard the conversation outside, and the probe glanced at Tyrion, and as he stirred the spoon, a pinch of powder slipped silently from his cuff.
Then, the tall Yi Ti girl took the pot from the stove and poured the medicine into the bowl. Without blowing it cold, she directly held the steaming soup bowl and walked to the edge of the three-inch square. On, indifferently said: "Tyrion, it's time to drink the medicine."
"Oh, it's so hot!"
Tyrion grinned and shrank, the blue-brown juice in the bowl almost spilled out .
"Drink it quickly, it will have no effect when it's cold," Quaithe reminded.
"This medicine is for healing. If I scald to death, I don't need to heal."
"huhuhu..." Dwarf blew against the mouth of the bowl After a while, he raised his neck and poured half a bowl of bitter fecal juice down his stomach.
Breaking a burp with a mixture of rotten eggs, rotten cabbage leaf, and rotten offal, the three-inch Tyrion touched his tumbling belly and wondered, "Today's dragon essence soup seems to be medicine. The strength is a bit strong."
"A few days ago, it was the medicine of Grandmaster Bu Ten, and the effect... In general, the decoction this time was prepared by Grandmaster Quaithe according to the principle of five phases, and it is normal to feel different. ' explained old Aemon.
Well, Quaithe really listened to the five phases theory.
She believes that dragon dung belongs to "earth", which contains "fire", which is exactly the Greyscale of "water" attribute.
After the medicine configuration, she also tested according to the five phases theory... Anyway, it is also an experiment, and the volunteer is not her.
"For internal use and external use." Leaving this sentence, Quaithe left.
Tyrion has tried the drug several times and is familiar with the process.
I turned around immediately, hid behind the high backed chair, spread my legs, took off my pants, and smeared the remaining juice on the affected area.
"gu lu lu, gu gu gu—"
Suddenly, Tyrion's stomach made a series of muffled sounds, as if a volcano was erupting inside him.
Aemon hurriedly stepped forward and took the bowl from Tyrion's hand. While helping him to smear the inconvenient areas, he asked with concern: "What? I have a bad stomach?"
"I don't know - ouch, ouch, it's hot, it hurts!" Tyrion yelled, grinning.
Seeing his grim expression, Aemon stopped his movements and asked curiously, "Why, the tingling is very strong?"
"It feels like a fire, don't stop , the pain makes me very comfortable," Tyrion urged.
"Comfortable?" Aemon was stunned at first, then became extremely excited, and said, "Yes, this is a good thing. If you feel pain, it means this medicine is effective.
Grandmaster Quaithe Really name is not in vain, in just a few days, I applied the five phases theory of yin and yang to the preparation of Dragonglass soup, the key is that it really works."
Tyrion felt the burning pain in the thigh. , almost burst into tears.
He rubbed his tumultuous stomach and said with emotion: "I finally feel it again. This time the medicine is more effective than the previous preparations of Grandmaster Bu Ten.
I thought Grandmaster Quaithe is the same as Lysbin, who was stabbed to death by mercenaries. I didn't expect her to be so good. Her potions are better than Yi Ti's old Mage.
Alas, she is the title of Number One Person of the younger generation, really name is not in vain!"
"clang when—" The sound of a crock shattering came from the laboratory.
Aemon stretched his neck and put his head toward the door, and saw Quaithe looking over, motionless, with the wooden mask facing Tyrion, and the broken crock under his feet.
"Grandmaster Quaithe, Tyrion has a feeling, your medicine works."
Aemon thought Quaithe was concerned about the effect of the medicine and was happy to report.
"Feeling?" Quaithe's tone was odd, there seemed to be an unbelievable...surprise?
"ao wu ——" Suddenly, Tyrion, who was pouting his ass and rubbing the medicine, howled, without saying a word, and ran to oneself's bedroom.
“gu lu lu—”
His stomach was making a rumbling sound.
"ao, no—" Just after running seven or eight steps, several meters away from the bedroom door, Tyrion groaned with his legs between his legs.
Fell to the ground.
"crash-bang!" is like a sink with a valve unplugged.
Golden juice flows, and the stench permeates.
Aemon and Aegon covered their noses and wanted to vomit.
"What's the matter?" Hearing Tyrion howling, Connington, Ashara, Knight Duck next door also came out.
"Seven Hells! Imp, what are you doing?"
The crowd exclaimed with contorted faces, and then collectively gagged.
Tyrion crawls to the ground, allowing the warm liquid to slide between its two strands.
"wu wu wu..." He didn't dare to look up, just put his face to the ground and cried.
"Chi-chi-crash-bang--"
The intoxicating voice continues...
"Is that right? !"
Quaithe whispered and walked lightly to the door of the laboratory, closing the door tightly.
"hmph, I already said it, don't call me 'Number One Person of the younger generation'..."
At noon, the Dragon Queen rode a dragon to train from outside the city When the ironworks came back, they heard that Tyrion had collapsed into a coma.
"He, is he still angry?"
Looking at Imp's pale and almost transparent skin on the bed, Dany was also frightened.
"Maybe."
The expression on old Aemon's face was very uncertain.
Soon, he said excitedly and apprehensively: "However, Grandmaster Quaithe seems to have developed an antidote for Greyscale, and Imp really feels it after using it. It's just, this side effect... a bit terrifying. ."
"Effective? Since it is effective, then the small things like diarrhea are not a problem." Dany said happily.
"Isn't that a big deal? Tyrion was unconscious in the pile of shit. People fainted, and they were still pulling, and they were bleeding." Aegon said in horror.
"So bad?" Dany turned his gaze to Quaithe.
"People aren't dead yet! This is detoxification, which is reasonable." Shadowbinder said indifferently.
Experts have said this, and Aegon and Connington can't refute it either.
Leaving Tyrion's bedroom, Dany also vaguely smelled the strange smell in the hall, took a few steps and climbed the stone steps, the air became fresh and refreshing again.
"The steel mill is built, and Tobho Mott promised me that the new steel mill will be able to forge the same level of steel as Qohor iron essence."
Dany's face is not clear. How much joy, while walking, he said to Quaithe on the side: "But I not only need ordinary steel, I want to smelt Valyrian Steel, at least recast Valyrian Steel.
The problem now is, Tobho In the incantation handed to me, a very crucial step is blood sacrifice Demon God.
And the Evil God sacrificed in the incantation is Qohor Black Goat, which I absolutely cannot bear."
"Qohor is also known as the 'City of Mage', Blood Magic and Necromancy are popular, blood sacrifice Demon God as it should be by rights." Quaithe as it should be by rights.
"I don't want blood sacrifice." Dany said.
"You also kill, don't you? Since you can kill, why are you so disgusted with blood sacrifice? You have to give as much as you want. If you want to use the power of Demon God, you should naturally sacrifice to Demon God. ." Quaithe puzzled.
"No, murder is law enforcement and the maintenance of justice in the world. Blood sacrifice human beings is a blasphemy to human beings, and it is the greatest evil between Heaven and Earth." Dany said.
"Hehe, uphold justice..." Quaithe sneered.
Dany smiled proudly. At this moment, she had the calmness and pride that Hong Qigong had when facing Qiu Qianren.
"So far, I haven't killed a single person."
"But your Earl Chainbreaker is full of bones and blood flowing into a river."
"He's doing justice too, but he's a bit more aggressive." The Dragon Queen's tone was less confident.
Quaithe smiled lightly, skipped the matter, and said: "Actually, you are riding a donkey to find a donkey. Sacrificing Demon God is to borrow the power of Demon God, and when you are oneself, you are Demon God. Why do you need to sacrifice to Evil God again?”