"Dr. Malwyn..."
Liu Qian's voice was calm: "Facts speak louder than words, you have seen the testimony of the archbishop with your own eyes, Prince Rhaegar did not kidnap Lyanna Stark, the two of them, at least at the moment on the shore of the Divine Eye Lake, were in love with each other, and voluntarily became husband and wife under the gaze of the Seven Gods, making a sacred vow." "
Malwyn sat down in a chair as if his spine had been pulled out, holding his head in his hands and moaning in pain: "But why? Why did Rhaegar do this? He already has a legal wife, Princess Ilia Martell, who gave birth to Rhaenys and Aegon for him! Why is he?! "
He couldn't understand that as a Velaryon with Valyrian's ancient blood, he naturally stood in the Targaryen camp, and Rhaegar's actions were tantamount to self-destructing the Great Wall in his eyes.
Liu Qian walked up to him, his tone with a hint of historical insight: "The dragon has three heads, Dr. Malwyn, you are good friends with Scholar Aemon, and you must also know the ancient prophecy that after giving birth to Aegon, Princess Illya was extremely weak and could no longer bear the pain of childbirth.
Rega... He must have believed in the prophecy, believing that he was on a mission to save the world, and he needed to gather heirs representing the three heads, and the Targaryens were not without precedent, didn't Aegon the Conqueror marry his two sisters, Visania and Rhaenys, at the same time? "
Malwyn raised his head, his eyes full of sadness and confusion: "I know that prophecy, Aemon he values Rhaegar very much, thinking that he is the prince of the prophecy... But for the sake of prophecy, can you do this kind of thing that breaks your marriage vows, tramples on the feelings of Dorne's allies, and angers the Guardian Family of the Northern Border?! He was so confused! He could have chosen to consider it after his power was stable, and he shouldn't have chosen the fiancée of his vassal, oh my God! "
He shook his head in pain: "And the Church of the Seven Gods, that group of sanctimonious guys, how could they agree to preside over this bigamy ceremony that clearly violates the doctrine?" Maynard Is he crazy? "
Liu Qian pondered for a moment and speculated: "Prince Rhaega is an extremely intelligent person, and he may have made some major promises to Archbishop Maynard, such as giving the church some kind of privilege after ascending the throne, but the fall of the Targaryen dynasty was too sudden, and these promises naturally could not be fulfilled under the banner of Baratheon's crowned stag."
And making it public is also a huge scandal for the church itself, which will seriously damage its sanctity and authority. Therefore, both the surviving informants and the church itself tacitly chose to remain silent and bury this secret forever. "
Liu Qianxin said that if this is the case, this Archbishop Maynard is really a talent, and he writes everything in his diary.
Liu Qian patted the old doctor who was immersed in historical tragedy on the shoulder, trying to pull him back to reality: "Doctor, don't immerse yourself in the past anymore, these things have become history, we should look forward." "
Malvin was laughed at by Liu Qian's words: "Should you look forward?" You found this book just to invade Westeros in the future, right? "
Liu Qian shrugged: "What Aegon the Conqueror can do, why can't I try?" "
Malwyn seemed to hear a big joke: "Aegon the Conqueror has three dragons, how many do you have?" "
Liu Qian met Malwyn's gaze: "This depends on your intelligence, Dr. Malwyn." "
He stared at Liu Qian, speechless for a while, completely ignoring what medicine was sold in this cunning oriental boy's gourd.
"Okay, Dr. Malwyn."
Liu Qian ended this heavy and gunpowder-smelling topic in a timely manner: "Let's take a break from this unpleasant history lesson for a while, I have another reluctant request to use your last bit of influence in the school city. "
Malwyn's face instantly sank again, with vigilance: "You... Whose diary do you want to rummage through? "
Liu Qian shook his head, his eyes falling on a string of keys hanging from Malvin's waist: "I heard that every doctor in the academy has a unique 'master key' that can open almost all the door locks inside the academy and lead to the forbidden land that ordinary apprentices cannot set foot in. "
His tone was curious: "So, I am curious, what secrets are hidden in the deepest part of this fortress that claims to gather all the knowledge of the world?" "
Malwyn almost jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "I know, I know that you kid is not in good spirits, you are really playing the idea of the secret of the school city." "
He pointed at Liu Qian angrily, "Even if I give you the key, it's useless, the school city is full of eyes, there are apprentices everywhere, your face is too dazzling, you haven't even reached the door of the forbidden book area, you will be stopped by the patrolling guards or meddlesome apprentices for interrogation." "
Liu Qian didn't speak. He just smiled slightly, raised his hand calmly, and gently stroked the ruby hidden in his sleeve.
A faint, almost imperceptible wave of magic swept through his body like a ripple.
At the next moment, under Malvin's horrified gaze, Liu Qian's appearance, figure, and even clothing were distorted and changed in an instant.
In just one breath, the one standing in front of Malwyn suddenly turned into another "Dr. Malvin".
The same sloppy clothes, the same crooked nose bridge, the same protruding forehead, and even the sharpness and impatience in the eyes are vividly imitated.
"The gods... Seven levels of hell! "
Malvin's eyes widened, and his fingers trembled as he pointed at the "mirror" version of himself in front of him, unable to say a word.
Liu Qian moved his neck to adjust to the new body sensation, then stretched out his hand, palm up, and looked at the real Malwyn calmly.
Malwyn's face changed, and finally turned into a lament full of frustration and "broken jar".
He hatefully untied one of the keys with the most simple shape and the surface engraved with fine runes from the string of jingling keys on his waist, and slapped it heavily in Liu Qian's hand: "Take it!" Take it, anyway, I won't go back to this damn school city in the future, you can toss as much as you want." "
Liu Qian took the key, felt the cold metal touch, and imitated Malwin's rough voice and assured: "Don't worry, I promise to just visit, satisfy my curiosity, and never cause trouble." "
"Hmph! You've caused enough trouble! "
Malwyn rolled his eyes angrily, sat back in his broken chair angrily, turned his back, and looked untroubled.
Liu Qian no longer delayed.
Before leaving, he glanced over Malwyn's clutter-filled table and spotted a rolled up and finely drawn parchment.
He unceremoniously pulled it out and unfolded it - it was a detailed map of the interior of the school city that Malwyn had drawn on weekdays, clearly marking the locations of various areas, towers, and libraries.
"This is for me." Liu Qian shook the map, and without waiting for the other party to answer, he turned around and pushed open the door, and with Malwin's appearance, he calmly integrated into the labyrinthine corridor of the school city.
According to the guidance of the map, Liu Qian clearly walked towards the several important forbidden places marked on the map.
He walked steadily, imitating Malwyn's slightly impatient and somewhat absent-minded gait, occasionally encountering apprentices or low-level bachelors passing by in a hurry, and when the other party saw his iconic face, most of them just nodded respectfully, and quickly avoided it, and no one dared to step forward and question the doctor of the "magician" known for his eccentric temper where he was going.
However, after exploring several libraries marked with "secret collections" and "ancient books", Liu Qian felt disappointed.
Although the scrolls of books stored in these places are ancient and precious, involving many taboo knowledge, there are no records of the core secrets of dragon hatching and domestication, especially related to the activation of "dragon egg fossils".
It seems that the knowledge of dragons in the school city was deliberately diluted, sealed and even destroyed after the dragons became extinct.
Just as he was standing in a secluded corridor, frowning at the map and thinking about whether to give up, his eyes inadvertently swept over the edge of the map and landed on a small island formed by the Mead River winding through the area of the school city.
The island on the map is marked with a name, Crow Island.
There is only a lone architectural icon on it, the Crow Tower.
Crow Tower?
Liu Qian's heart moved.
He remembered that this was one of the oldest buildings in the school city, and it was said to have been the fortress tower of a certain pirate lord.
After the establishment of the school city, it was transformed into a place to store the oldest and least frequently used archives.
The most visible places are often the safest, while the oldest and most inconspicuous corners may hide forgotten treasures.
He immediately changed direction and followed the map indications across the wooden bridge connecting the main campus to Crow Island.
The island is shaded by trees and has a quiet environment.
An ancient tower made of dark gray boulders stands in the center of the island, covered with vines, exuding a strong sense of time.
This is the crow tower.
Liu Qian walked to the thick, patina gate of the crow tower and took out the brass master key.
The key is inserted into the keyhole, making a soft "click" sound, and the deadbolt opens.
He pushed the door open.
The interior of the tower is dimly lit, filled with the peculiar smell of aged paper, dust.
The ground floor is large but appears empty and cluttered, with a large number of dusty scrolls, books, and apparently some forgotten or obsolete archives scattered on the ground.
Liu Qian did not stay at the bottom.
He found a narrow spiral stone ladder on the side that only allowed one person to pass and climbed up the steps.
The crow tower is not very high, but only about fifty feet.
He quickly rose to the top.
There is only a heavy oak door with a large lock of the same age.
Using the master key again, the lock opened.
Pushing open the wooden door, a stronger smell of decaying dust came to my face.
It was a low attic, and light shone through several narrow air windows high up, forming several pillars of light that illuminated the dust flying in the air.
In the attic there was only a huge oak bookshelf that was alone and also dusty.
There were some books and scrolls sparsely placed on the shelves, and they looked even worse than downstairs.
The pages are yellowed and curled, the cover is broken, and traces of moths are everywhere, covered in thick dust.
Liu Qian held his breath, walked to the bookshelf, carefully brushed off the dust on the books, and carefully flipped through them one by one.
Most of the books record some trivial matters in the early days of the school city, or some theories that have long been proven wrong.
Just when he was about to give up, his fingertips touched a thick booklet without a cover and with a bare spine.
He pulled it out, blew away the floating dust on the surface, and turned the inner pages.
With just one glance, his heart beat suddenly.