Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 280 Imprisoned God

  In the stables in Highgarden, Cleopatra occupied most of the space with a dragon.

  The two horsemen carefully delivered the meat to it, and then ran away immediately.

  Dragon flames spewed out behind them, roasting the deer legs in an instant.

  Bailong was about to feast, when he saw Samwell appearing at the door, fluttered his wings excitedly, and neighed.

   "Lord Caesar." The stable boy quickly saluted.

  Samwell nodded to them, then stepped forward and patted the white dragon on the forehead.

  It was only then that he noticed that there was a rather strange guy besides the stableman.

  This man is short, fat and burly, with a bachelor necklace around his neck, which shows his identity, but he really doesn't look like a bachelor, but rather a wharf thug, with a fierce expression as if he is ready to screw someone's head off at any time.

   And instead of his maester's robes, he wore a leather tunic, stretched tight by his round wine belly.

   "Are you a bachelor of the Tyrell family?" Samwell felt a little uncomfortable seeing this weird guy staring at his white dragon.

"No." The man shook his head, but his gaze was still fixed on the white dragon. He really wanted to get closer, but he seemed to have been overwhelmed, so he only dared to keep a distance of two or three steps, "I came here with Earl Hightower. The wedding guests."

   "Really, then why didn't I see you at the banquet before?"

   "I'm not very noticeable."

  Samwell snorted softly, stepped forward to block the white dragon, and blocked the man's prying eyes:

   "I think you are here for my white dragon."

  The man looked at Samwell and smiled, revealing the mottled red teeth stained by sourleaf:

   "Master Caesar, let me meet you. I am Dr. Marwin from the Academy City."

  Samwell noticed the doctor's ring on the other side. He also knew that a doctor is a core member of the Academy City. Only when a bachelor has made outstanding achievements in a certain field will he be awarded the title of doctor:

   "Dr. Marwin, my dragon is not your research object, please exercise restraint, otherwise, I can't guarantee that it won't burn you into charcoal."

  Dr. Marvin took a step back and shrugged:

   "Master Caesar, please believe that I have no malicious intentions. Compared with those guys in the Academy City who are trying to build a world without witchcraft, prophecy and dragons, my attitude towards magic is much more friendly."

   Samwell believed these words, he had heard of the name of "Magician" Marwyn.

   Also know that in the original book, this person really intends to assist Daenerys Targaryen who owns the dragon.

   "Why does the Academy hate magic so much?" Samwell took the opportunity to ask.

"People always instinctively hate things that they can't control." Dr. Marvin said, "The rise of the school city is accompanied by the decline of wizards and pyromancers. You must know that when the tide of magic is high, the lords are more willing to listen to those Advice from wizards and warlocks who master magic, not maesters."

   "Then what about you? As a member of the Academy City, why are you so interested in magic and dragons?"

   "My curiosity is strong, but my desire for power is not so strong." Dr. Marvin shrugged, "So, even if I know that magic will lead to the decline of the Academy City, I don't care. I just want to find out their mysteries."

   "Then have you figured it out? The mystery of magic, and the reason why the tide of magic rises and falls?"

"Not yet. That's why I want to use your dragon to study it." Dr. Marwin rubbed his hands like a greedy fox, "I just want a little bit of its flesh and blood, a little bit... it will never affect its health, I promise."

  Samwell shook his head firmly: "Sorry, I won't allow others to study my dragon."

"Lord Caesar, don't you have a thirst for knowledge?" Dr. Marvin said unwillingly, "Don't you want to know what is going on with magical creatures like dragons? They are probably the creatures closest to gods in this world. Through them , maybe we can get a glimpse of the secrets of the gods!"

  Hearing this, Samwell's expression moved slightly, and he tentatively said:

   "How can mortals spy on the secrets of the gods?"

   "Why not? I have always believed that gods can also be understood, as long as we have enough knowledge."

   "I don't believe it." Samwell provoked him deliberately, "How can mortals understand the power of gods? They can even resurrect the dead."

   "There is nothing incomprehensible. In fact, I have really studied resurrection."

   "Oh?" Samwell's heart moved, "Then let me, a mortal, understand the mystery of resurrection."

  Dr. Marvin pointed to the white dragon: "You must pay something."

   "That depends on whether your so-called mystery is worth it."

  Dr. Marwin laughed: "Okay."

  He took out a few pieces of sour leaf grass from his pocket and chewed them in his mouth, then said:

   "Lord Caesar, what do you think the gods are?"

  Samwell raised his eyebrows: "It may be some kind of higher-level life."

   "I think so too." Dr. Marwin nodded, "And I also think that they are more like a group of imprisoned higher-level beings."

   "Captivity?"

"Yes. Imprisoned, imprisoned in the magic tide. It's like a fish imprisoned in a sea lake." Dr. Marvin chewed the sour leaf grass, red juice overflowing the corner of his mouth, "There are so many gods in this world, seven gods , Red God, Drowned God, Old God... We have heard legends about them, and we have seen people who claim to be their apostles, and of course there are scattered miracles, but no one has ever really seen the gods, True gods.

   Moreover, whenever the tide of magic recedes, everything about the gods will also go away, believers will no longer see miracles, magicians lose their magic power, and wizards' methods are no different from juggling.

   The influence of the gods did not reappear until the magic tide came back. Things like magic, witchcraft and prophecy have also returned to this world.

  So I think that these gods are actually greatly restricted by the magic tide, and they are not as omnipotent as many believers claim.

   It's okay to even call them a group of prisoners imprisoned in the magic tide. "

  Samwell looked at the doctor who said such blasphemous words in such a calm tone, and his curiosity grew stronger:

   "What does this have to do with the resurrection technique you mentioned?"

"I just want to tell you that the gods are not as scary as we think. They are understandable, and the resurrection is the same. As long as we have enough knowledge." Dr. Marwin paused and asked, "Caesar My lord, do you understand the belief of the Drowned God?"

   "Learn something."

   "Then you should know the 'drowned' ritual."

   "I know." Samwell's expression moved slightly, and he understood the other party's thinking a little bit.

"The priests of the Drowned God claim that the drowned ironmen were resurrected by the power of the Drowned God." Dr. Marwyn chuckled, "But I have tried this 'drowned' ritual on several condemned prisoners, I am not the Drowned God The priests, and the condemned prisoners are not believers of the Drowned God, but I still managed to resurrect them—of course I did fail a few—resurrected.”

   Of course Samwell knows that the so-called "drowned" ceremony is actually drowning people and then using primitive and rough cardiopulmonary resuscitation techniques to revive them.

  Game of Thrones The world of medicine is not developed enough. If they don't understand the mystery, the ignorant Ironmen will regard this "resurrection" as a miracle.

   But of course Samwell would not be fooled by such tricks.

  So, the so-called "the dead are not dead" resurrection technique is actually understandable and even masterable—

  It is cardiopulmonary resuscitation technology.

   Then by analogy, what about other resurrection techniques?

   Could it also be another form of CPR?

  The reason why he can't understand is only because of insufficient knowledge.

  Dr. Marwin said: "Lord Caesar, if you don't believe me, you can bring some condemned prisoners, and I will show you the resurrection of the Drowned God on the spot."

   "I believe in you." Samwell was quite uneasy.

  Dr. Marvin's words opened up a way of thinking for him, and most of the mysterious veil shrouded in resurrection has been lifted in an instant.

   "What about other resurrection techniques?" Samwell asked again, "How much do you know? For example, the resurrection technique of the Red God, the Lord of Light."

"L'hllor, the Lord of Light." Dr. Marwin fell into memory, "I have traveled to the continent of Essos on the other side of the Narrow Sea, where I saw a young man resurrected by the red monk. I did not see Resurrection scene, so don't understand the mystery.

  However, I know that the resurrected young man has since become a fanatical believer of the Lord of Light. Every day he either worships R'hllor or spreads the gospel of the Lord of Light.

   Not so much a person, but rather a puppet of the Lord of Light. "

  Samwell thought of the situation of his younger brother Dickon, his face darkened, and he asked:

   "Do you know if there is a way to get a resurrected person out of this state?"

  Dr. Marwin took a deep look at Samwell, nodded and said:

   "Maybe."