Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 363: come back

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   Storm's End.

  On the open-air balcony full of golden roses, Margaery Tyrell raised her sore eyes from the heavy books.

   "Your Majesty the Queen," the maid on the side reminded, "You have read the book for too long, it is time to take a rest."

   Margaret smiled slightly, put down the book, and stretched out her hand:

   "Help me up and walk."

  Her stomach is so big that she needs help getting up from the recliner.

  The maid supported the queen for a walk in the garden, and at the same time asked in a curious and slightly nervous tone:

   "Your Majesty, is there really... Are there different ghosts?"

   "Should have." Margaret replied in disbelief.

  She was reading a book about ghosts just now. The stories in the book were so bizarre and weird that it was unbelievable.

  However, the words of the two night watchmen in black from the Great Wall seemed to confirm something in the book.

   "Then what should we do?" The maid became even more nervous.

   "What are you afraid of? Ten thousand years ago, people were able to drive away the aliens, and of course they can now." Margaret suddenly remembered that her husband had also mentioned threats from beyond the Great Wall, and she seemed to have made some preparations...

   While thinking about it, I saw Sir Brienne Tas strode over and reported:

   "Your Majesty, that Maester Aemon is probably dying soon."

   Margaret was slightly startled, and said:

"I gonna go see."

  She knew that Maester Aemon was not just a maester of the Night Watchman. This old man who was over a hundred years old had served Castle Black as a maester for so long that many people forgot his surname.

   But Margaery knew that the old man's surname was Targaryen.

  Three months ago, the old bachelor came to Storm's End by boat, saying that he wanted to see Caesar and the dragon.

   But unfortunately, he came a step late, Samwell has already gone to the continent of Essos.

  Through the garden path, Margaery walked into the first castle, and the old bachelor was arranged in the first room on the left hand side of the front hall.

  Before entering the door, Margaret smelled a strange smell, full of decay, which was the smell of death.

  The suppressed cry came out:

   "...You really shouldn't come here... Ugh... You really shouldn't come here. You are over a hundred years old... How can you stand the pain of a long journey..."

  Margaery walked in, and saw the night watchman Dareon crying beside the bed.

  The red-robed witch Melisandre stood on the other side of the bed, and shook her head slightly after seeing Margaery.

   "Is it Queen Margaery?" Maester Aemon was lying on the bed, his body so dry that only a layer of skin remained, but his face was strangely rosy, and his voice was loud and powerful.

   "It's me." Margaret knew that this didn't mean that Maester Aemon was getting better, on the contrary, it was an abnormal behavior when he was dying.

  The Stranger is already lingering outside the door, but the benevolent gods always give the dying one last chance to say goodbye.

   "Has Caesar returned?" Maester Aemon opened his blind eyes and looked towards the door.

   "Sorry, not yet."

"Well, it looks like I won't see the dragon anymore..." Maester Aemon sighed, "The fire takes it, but the ice and snow keep it. Maybe I really shouldn't leave the Great Wall. In the ice and snow, I can continue to live... But I am not reconciled after all. My contemporaries have long since died, and the gods have only allowed me to live until now. They must have a purpose for such an arrangement.

  It’s a pity, I have so much to say, but I don’t have anyone to talk to…”

   "You can tell me." Margaery stepped forward to hold the old man's hand, "I'll tell Sam for you."

"Okay, okay. Tell him, tell him about the Wall, tell him about the savages and the creeping cold, tell him about the resurgent giants and mammoths, tell him about the spying White Walkers and the walking ghouls... all of this tell him.

  Winter is approaching, and the lords of the Seven Kingdoms are still killing each other...We must unite to fight against the terrible enemy from the north..."

   "I will pass it on." Margaery nodded, and then asked, "Maester Aemon, I have read some records about the White Walkers, but they are closer to legends than historical facts."

"That's right. If you really want something like a chronicle, you'll probably never replace it." Maester Aemon licked the corner of his chapped mouth, "Our oldest historical record is that the Andals came to Wester Written after Lo, the Ancestors only left runes on the rocks, so what we think we know about the Age of Dawn, the Age of Heroes, and the Long Night are written by maesters thousands of years later.

  In the school city, many doctors don't believe in these things at all, and they don't believe in the existence of ghosts.

   But they really exist. The Commander-in-Chief of the Night Watch has been attacked by his dead brother, and the wildlings outside the Great Wall have also seen the white ghosts in the snow, otherwise how could they suddenly go south. "

   "Then how should we deal with the White Walkers?" Margaret asked.

"Dragonglass," said Maester Aemon. "In the Age of Heroes, the Children of the Forest gave the Night's Watch a hundred dragonglass daggers every year. Ordinary swords cannot cut through the armor of the White Walkers. Only dragonglass can hurt them. And dragons steel…"

   "Dragon Steel?"

"It's Valyrian steel." Maester Aemon coughed twice and suddenly became weak, "Of course there is also the most important thing, Dragon Burn... You said before that Caesar went to replace Daenerys Targaryen? "

"Yes."

"That's good, that's good..." Maester Aemon sighed, "I really want to see that girl too. Unfortunately, I don't have the chance. The dragon is the key to defeating the White Walkers and ending the darkness. Dragons have three heads, Dany Liz is one of them. But there is still one missing...

   Too bad I'm too old and infirm to be one of them..."

   Tears welled up from the old maester's blind white eyes.

  Margaery was speechless and could only pat the old man's hand to show comfort.

"I have stayed in the world for so many years, waiting and observing, but when the dawn is coming, I am already too old." Maester Aemon was still rambling, "For an old man like me, death is nothing to fear Yes. I only regret not being able to see the light, not being able to figure out the ancient secret...

  Why glass candles are lit...Why dragons hatch out of stones...And the riddle of the Sphinx..."

  The old scholar began to speak incoherently, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

   Mumbling something that no one could understand.

  Finally, his hand slipped from Margaery's palm, and he stopped talking, and the light in his white blind eyes completely disappeared.

   Dareon burst into tears.

  Margaret put the old man's hand back to her side, and was about to say something, when she suddenly saw the window being blown by a gust of scorching wind.

   "Unfortunately, it's only one step too late." Melisandre sighed.

  Margaret realized something, and walked quickly to the window, poking her head out to look at the sky.

   In the sky above Storm's End, three dragons were circling and neighing.

  One white, one black, one green, three colors cruise on the blue background, attracting everyone's attention.

   "His Majesty Caesar is back!" Cheers echoed in Storm's End.

  Margaret also showed a happy smile on her face:

   "Caesar is back."