Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 82 Notes of the Forest Witch

The Bren family revealed the matter, and the strange details finally surfaced.

"Your family has come into contact with the Shadowbinders. Is there any way to solve them?" Rhaegar stared at several people carefully.

Barbart swallowed and said cautiously: "No, but the severed head of the Shadowbinder is still being kept in the castle."

 Shadowbinder's headless corpse undergoes strange changes.

Wells thought that his head was not simple, so he ordered the soldiers to bring it back.

 “Take me to see him,” Rhaegar ordered.

 “As you wish, prince.”

Barbart bowed and led Rhaegar to the attic on the sunny side of the castle.

 The attic was empty and full of dust.

 A circle of tallow candles is placed in the center, illuminating something within the circle.

 A pale head.

Barbat explained: "The curse can sneak in the shadows. If you illuminate the head with a candle, the curse cannot take away the head."

 “The shadow monster came to seize the head?” Rhaegar frowned and looked at the head, and asked strangely.

"No, the curse seems to be unintelligent, we are just in case." Babat said respectfully.

　　　　　　　…

Before Rhaegar could take a closer look at the uncomfortable head, the sound of someone climbing the stairs was heard from downstairs.

Thorol quickly walked into the attic and said eagerly: "Prince, there is a large group of savages outside the castle, claiming to be your people."

Rhaegar was slightly startled.

“I recovered a group of free folk to serve and avoid being scattered and killed by shadow monsters.”

 After replying, Rhaegar turned around and went downstairs, warning: "Watch the head, maybe it will be useful."

　　Babaat nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Prince."

 Thorol glanced at him with a look of disdain and followed Rhaegar downstairs.

 …

 All the way out of the castle.

Rhaegar heard the noisy howling of the wildlings.

 “Hiss…”

 When the waiting glutton saw him coming out, he took the initiative to crawl on his upper body so that he could step on his back.

 “You go to the city wall.”

Rhaegar gave a simple explanation and got on the glutton’s back to ride.

 Under Solor's eyes in amazement, the huge black dragon took two steps forward and flew high into the air.

 Outside the city wall, thousands of savages gathered here.

 Most of them had panic expressions on their faces, and a few had blood stains on their bodies.

 The glutton circled twice over the crowd.

The wild people who saw the giant dragon dispersed quickly and knelt down one after another.

Boom—

 The glutton descended to the ground and shook the ferocious dragon's head. His pair of green vertical pupils were very indifferent.

Rhaegar rode on the back of the dragon and looked down: "What happened? Why are you here?"

　　A clumsy figure with a large appearance stood up among the savages.

“Prince, we ran into a curse attack while looking for other tribes, and many people were injured.”

“We saw your dragon flying overhead and followed it.”

Trangle, whose shoulder was punctured and bleeding, gave a muffled explanation.

“How many people were injured, and how big did the shadow monster grow?” Rhaegar asked in surprise.

Trangle said: "There are almost a hundred savage warriors and more than three hundred local tribesmen. The shadow of the curse has enveloped a large area of ​​land."

“If the bonfire hadn’t set fire to the local tribe’s tents and forced out the curse, it would have been difficult for us to escape.”

 Speaking of this, Trangle's ugly face showed fear.

 “Can we still find the shadow monster?” Rhaegar wanted to use the dragon to pursue him.

"I'm afraid not. The curse is hidden in the shadows and no one can catch it." Trangle said dejectedly.

Rhaegar frowned upon hearing this, and his vigilance against shadow monsters continued to increase.

 The only thing that can definitely hurt shadow monsters is Dragon Flame.

 But the opponent avoided seeing him and only made sneak attacks in the dark. He was very passive.

Rosol on the city wall heard it clearly and said worriedly: "Prince, the curse is very troublesome. If we let it grow again, the peninsula will never have peace."

"I know that the shadow monster comes from weird magic, and it will be difficult to solve it for a while."

Rhaegar thought of a way to lure the monster.

After thinking for a while, Rhaegar suggested: "Prepare enough food and water for these free people. Lord Sam will come after hearing the news and discuss countermeasures together."

 He is too young and does not have so many twists and turns in his mind. He needs these thoughtful adults to make suggestions for him.

 …

noon.

 Sam Crab led a group of soldiers and hurried to the Horrible Cave Castle.

 Seeing the huge figure of the glutton in the distance, he breathed a sigh of relief.

　　Under the leadership of Barbat, who had been waiting for a long time, he walked into the Horror Cave Castle with great momentum.

 He learned that Wells was dead and the prince came to keep the appointment, otherwise he would not have come.

 Waiting in the living room.

 When Sam met Barbat and Solor, they were filled with hatred.

 After hearing the truth about Wells’ murder of Shadowbinder, he became even more furious.

He was unjustly accused by Wells in vain, and the other party even raked up and stole large tracts of farmland in his territory.

This humiliation and hatred was intolerable to him.

When the two sides were at war with each other, Rhaegar could not sit back and watch the internal strife and interrupted it.

 When Barbat inherits the Horror Cave Castle, he will solemnly apologize on behalf of Wells, double compensation for the loss of farmland, and a thousand gold dragons.

Sam is still dissatisfied.

 But for the sake of the prince and the threat of the shadow monster, he reluctantly agreed to compensate the Bren family.

 After all, Wells is dead, and it is not a good decision to fight with the Bren family.

 After a lot of noise.

Rhaegar and others were sitting at the council table, discussing how to deal with shadow monsters.

Thorol said bluntly: "Ninety percent of the savages in the peninsula are gathered together. We can use some savages in the wild to act as bait."

“You black-hearted bastard, why don’t you use me as bait?” Trangle yelled.

 “Foolish savage, I am very kind to you by letting you enter the castle. Don’t force me to chop off your head.” Thorol was not to be outdone.

“Come on, let’s see if grandpa doesn’t pick off your head first and use it as a wine flask.” Trangle said and leaned forward.

 “Shut up or get out!”

Seeing that the two of them had a disagreement and were about to fight, Rhaegar slapped the table and shouted, glaring at them displeased.

 When is it?

 Still internal strife?

"snort…"

The two men snorted coldly and turned their heads away.

Sam, who was sitting aside watching the show, saw that the quarrel was over, stood up and said: "Prince, the source of the curse is magic. We should fight with the same power."

"Magic is very dangerous. Who among us knows magic except Dragon Flame?" Rhaegar glanced at everyone present.

Sam looked proud and said: "Prince, you should have heard that my ancestor Clarence Crabb was the legendary hero who unified the Crab Claw Peninsula. He left many incredible legends."

“For example, do you know why the Whispering Castle of the Kleb family was named this way?”

Rhaegar frowned in confusion, he really didn’t know much about this area of ​​knowledge.

　　He turned to look at the submissive Babat.

Barbat understood it and immediately explained: "It is said that Clarence is extremely powerful and his wife is a forest witch. Everyone he kills will have their heads taken home."

“The witch of the forest kissed the lips of heads and brought them to life, and became Clarence’s adviser.”

“Because you only have your head, you can’t speak too loudly, and you can only pass the time when you’re bored by talking.”

“Therefore, his castle is called Whispering Castle.”

Rhaegar's eyes lit up and he looked at Sam with gleaming eyes and asked expectantly: "Sir Sam, do you also know this kind of magical magic?"

　　The removed head can be resurrected and can still speak.

　　It’s so strange.

Sam coughed lightly and whispered: "We cannot replicate the glory of our ancestors."

"you will not?"

Rhaegar was disappointed.

 Why don’t you bring it up?

Sam explained: "Although I don't know any magic, the forest witch's notes recording the magic are still left in Whispering Castle."

“The notes are in Valyrian, and no one in the family can understand them.”

 “You are a descendant of ancient Valyria, so you can definitely tell the difference.”

 “Are you willing to share this precious magic note?” Rhaegar’s immature face became serious.

"The knowledge of magic is not rare. There is occult science in the city, but it has never been useful."

While explaining, Sam got up from the chair.

Kneel down on one knee in front of Rhaegar, and said respectfully: "But I still hope to help you, the prince, restore peace to the peninsula and create supreme glory."

　　Second update today, wishing everyone all the best.

 (End of this chapter)