Chapter 487
2021-01-06
Chapter 487 Rough God's GiftIt really was a dream.
This is the first single thought after Igor opened his eyes. There are no unexpected emotional factors, and some are just a little bit of relief.
Any lucid dreamer who is proficient to a certain level must have had such a worry: will one day in the future, oneself make a big noise as usual in the dreamland that he thinks, and let out his human nature. After the dark side, you find that you can't wake up - culture deviation, confounding reality and dream?
Because of this, every time I wake up from a lucid dream, Igor breathes a sigh of relief in his stupor: at least this time, oneself is not crazy.
But this time, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he smelled a burning smell, and when he looked down, it turned out that oneself's quilt was on fire.
"Fuck!"
The confusion was instantly swept away, and before he could finish his foul language, he flexibly kicked the quilt and jumped off the bed, standing on the ground again. Looking back, I found that it was only a small flame on the quilt, and the flame had been blown out with the violent action of oneself kicking it away, leaving only a little fire star and half a plume of smoke.
Before he had time to think about what was going on, he took the safest fire-fighting measure: rushed over, turned over the other half of the quilt, and covered it over the fire star that was still flashing with red light. The way of the air completely kills the possibility of its resurgence.
At this time, there were loud and eager footsteps outside the bedroom door. Two guards on duty outside kicked the door open and rushed in. They didn't step on the fallen body until they saw that Igor was safe and sound. The door panel stopped awkwardly.
"My lord... uh... There was a loud noise in the room just now, and then you called."
"We thought there was an accident and broke in ."
Igor did not blame the dutiful guards, nodded said that after oneself understood the situation, he looked around the room and began to find the cause of the quilt on fire.
The oil lamp hangs on the wall instead of above the bed, and it never stays lit when sleeping. Impossible is the cause of the fire; the doors and windows are closed well before being kicked out by the guards, and there is no intrusion. The traces should not be caused by the outsider's artificial ignition; I picked up the quilt and looked at the ignition point, and found that there was a hole in the center of the charred black circle that could be felt with a finger...
He couldn't immediately I figured out why the quilt caught fire, but after looking around every corner of the room, I found out where the "loud noise" that the guards said came from: on the roof directly above his bed, a fist appeared The sized hole can clearly see the bright sky outside from the inside of the house, and then look for the falling debris caused by the hole, and find that it really fell on the bed and its surroundings.
Until then, Igor, who was in a state of shock, realized that the tingling pain that oneself felt in the dream before waking up also existed in the chest in reality.
He touched his chest, and at the sternum slightly above his heart, he felt a small burnt hole in his underwear, and under the skin inside the opening...a piece of hard flaky object.
The scales of the Red God? !
His sober mind instantly helped him restore the whole story: R'hllor promised a "prepaid" payment in a dream, and her half-dragon scales fell from the sky and smashed his room in reality The way the roof, piercing the bedding he was covering, and the pajamas he was wearing shot into his body and was now embedded under a layer of his skin. And the weirdest part is: this violent delivery method penetrated through a solid building shell, lit a quilt and almost caused a fire, and ignored the skin and embedded itself into oneself's body... But it was neither crushed to death. It didn't burn him, not even the wound could be found, it only made him feel a little tingling.
This is a 100% fresh Divine Vestige, a demonstration of the power of the red algae!
This crazy woman!
Igor took a deep breath, suspecting that oneself is still dreaming.
He resisted the urge to scold, and wanted to go out to see if there was anything unusual in the sky, but subconsciously knew that oneself couldn't see anything... After a few seconds on the spot, Only gradually did I come to my senses: R'hllor did not make such a reckless move without thinking, on the contrary, it was a well-thought-out decision.
She could have let the scales appear beside oneself silently, or she could choose to let the scales fly in from the windows and doorways to reduce the damage to the building, but in the end she chose The most high-profile, rude and unconcealed way: the most critical part of destroying the house and the least likely to have holes-the part that shelters from the wind and rain falls.
Not only because it's cool, but it's sending a strong signal for everything she says in the dream.
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No matter how plausible and unquestionable the story told by the Goddess in the dream was, Igor never fully believed it, not least because the conversation took place in the dream. Medium - this naturally reduces the credibility of everything, and also because there are too many people, or inhumans, who have reason to resort to the same tactics to deceive him.
Not much to say, there are at least two that he can think of right away.
One is the enemy that oneself defeated in the previous war-Cold God.
The woman in the dream said that Cold God "has the strength to take back the world, but he doesn't know it yet". It sounds like the same thing, but it is entirely possible that the opposite is true: Cold God is really defeated, the strength he accumulated for thousands of years in the Lands of Always Winter turned into a futile overnight, and now he is extremely weak And so decadent, even an expedition of mortals can rush to the Lands of Always Winter to destroy him, so he is eager to fake a dream, let Igor, the most likely person to do so, dispel such thoughts and save the life of oneself. .
Secondly, in this Queenscrown, Greenseer, who is clearly dressed in black clothed and is oneself in the camp, but doesn't know what kind of weird thinking.
Bran leaked Jon Snow's true identity to himself through Catelyn's mouth, which brought a lot of trouble and trouble to Igor. The latter, who was completely confused, was actually vigilant. He began to secretly plan to guard against and deal with him... He also had complete motives and reasons to fabricate a dream to disturb Igor's thoughts, so as to cover up his real evil conspiracy.
And now, the rough and domineering appearance of this "prepaid remuneration" completely shatters the above suspicions.
As the office and residence of the Lord Commander, the top of this building is double-layered reinforcement, windproof and rainproof, and can even withstand a certain degree of long-range attack. Igor does not feel that the bones of oneself are better than the roof at all. More sturdy - if the power contained in this scale that descends violently into the house from the sky acts on oneself, it can easily kill oneself several times... If oneself's enemy has such power, physically destroying oneself is not the easiest way Safe way? Why bother to make up a long and self-consistent lie, and also take the effort to send something to oneself, just to let oneself continue to act without changing the original plan?
And if Greenseer or other transcendents with ulterior motives fabricated an image of R'hllor, trying to mislead oneself's cognition and perception of the world, and then induce oneself to do something that suits its interests... ...then the question is interesting: a bad guy who can kill you with the flick of a finger, and goes to great lengths to trick you into acting his way, what should the deceived do?
Of course he pretended to believe and did what he said, trying to get out while stabilizing the situation.
In a nutshell - the power displayed by the Divine Vestige that fell from the sky simplifies the mathematical model of the whole thing to the extreme: if this R'hllor is true, everyone is happy; and even if she It's fake, Igor can only think she's real, and she shouldn't think about it too much.
Intellectually, Igor gave up his doubts; emotionally, he also really believed: this is really...too tm like a Goddess who can blow up his own house. something happened.
Igor touched the piece of the chest embedded under the skin, the temperature was obviously much higher than the surrounding, and his mind changed sharply; while the guard A, who kicked the door and entered, looked up at the roof, completely stunned. Can't understand what happened: "What's going on, it seems that something smashed through the roof and fell in, but it's sunny outside?" Smarter to focus elsewhere: "Sir, are you okay, do you want to call the doctor?"
"I'm fine." Igor put away his confused thoughts and realized that The most important thing at the moment is to keep the secret that oneself has obtained a piece of dragon scales, and find out how many functions and uses it has as soon as possible, "Notify the craftsmen, let them prepare, repair the roof and door in the afternoon, go out first, I'll come out after I'm dressed."
The two guards nodded back to the outside, kicked open the door of the bedroom that was raised to the ground, and after a few hesitations put it back into the original doorway, clapped their hands and left. After making sure they were all far away, Igor approached the window, tore the hole in the underwear on his chest, and began to observe the dragon scales embedded in oneself's skin through the light outside. As a transmigrator, oneself, after entering this different world for many years, finally arrives slowly as the main character—cheat.
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(end of this chapter)