Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 222 The Real World
"Is it really magic? Or is it a trick? What is that powder? Saltpeter?"

After nightfall, a secret meeting was held in the Citadel, and the doctors were uneasy about the magic that went viral today.

"Saltpeter can't be that fast. To freeze that much water, it would take at least dozens of kilograms of saltpeter. It must be some kind of alchemical powder that is more efficient and has a stronger ability to absorb heat."

"But the powder only started to work after the consultant chanted the spell."

"It's witchcraft!"

"He challenged the Citadel!"

"Has none of us seen that thing? Is it mentioned in any book about magic and sorcery? Magic and sorcery of Asshai?"

".That's the witchcraft and magic that must have reappeared with the dragon! We need our own wizards to deal with these people. In history, the Citadel has had wizards and magicians, right?"

"What are you talking about?! How could the Citadel degenerate to the level of studying witchcraft and magic? Steward, I request that the Doctor of History be prohibited from participating in such discussions!"

"You! Isn't it true that the Academy once had sorcerers and practitioners? The predecessors of the Academy left behind those sorcery books to warn the later generations that they must use magic to fight magic! The Academy has been passed down for thousands of years, which is inseparable from the efforts and contributions of those wizard predecessors. Do you want to deny this?"

"This is depravity! The Citadel is committed to eliminating these things, but it relies on them. Isn't this absurd!"

"But if we don't rely on magic, how can we deal with them? Rely on you? Weilin, what else can you do besides observing the stars? Use the astronomical instrument to kill those magicians and wizards? Are we going to use books to eliminate magic and witchcraft?"

"Can we still cooperate with the Church of the Seven as before, with us providing knowledge and them charging into battle?"

"The church has been disarmed. Just like the Citadel, which has given up witchcraft and magic for more than a hundred years, there have been few magicians and sorcerers in the past hundred years. In our generation, there is only one doctor of occult science, Marwyn, and Marwyn refuses to stand on our side, forcing us to... May he rest in peace."

"Even if Marwyn is on our side, I dare say his talent is not as good as that of Winema from Asshai. Speaking of which, why didn't the extinction of the dragon take away the magic of Asshai? Is it true that the dragon brought magic? Or is it as Marwyn saw in Asshai, the dragon disappeared but the magic never died out, and it was the magic that brought the dragon back."

"In any case, dragons and magic are abnormal things. It is because of their existence that the world we live in is so irregular. Only by destroying them can the world return to its original state."

"By the way, I've wanted to ask this for a long time. Can a world without witchcraft, prophecy, and glass candles be achieved? How did the predecessors who founded the academy come up with this result? 'Without witchcraft, prophecy, and glass candles, the world will resume the operation of scientific laws', doesn't this sound like a 'prophecy' that we want to clear? Isn't this a paradox, realizing a prophecy by opposing it?"

Dr. Theobald interrupted the questioning: "Galardo! You are questioning the foundation of the Citadel, you are questioning the world!"

The doctors in the Citadel all looked towards the area where the doctors of history were located.

Vinegar Verin spoke again: "I said that the stewards during the Dance of the Dragons were confused. The 'real world' should not include historians. Their heads are full of historical conspiracies and they can't even understand the world! Steward Theobald, I propose that from now on, we restore the tradition of 150 years ago and exclude doctors of history from the 'real world'. The 'real world' is now infiltrated by many vulgar people who don't understand the world deduced through alchemy, mathematics, and the laws of the world. Galado is just one of them, but he is not the only one!"

Gallardo stood up from his seat and said, "Doctor Verin, Chancellor Theobald, the academic research of the Citadel advocates 'questioning, solving, and demonstrating'. I don't understand why none of you have ever questioned the authenticity of the so-called 'world formula' that was calculated by the ancients thousands of years ago? What if it is false? The bronze and obsidian used by the children of the forest and the ancestors were replaced by steel, and the way the Citadel recorded knowledge also changed from stone tablets to parchment and wood pulp paper. The ancients thousands of years ago could never imagine the situation today. Isn't it ridiculous to regard a formula carved on stone by the ancients thousands of years ago as the truth?"

"That's enough, Gallardo. Put away your arrogant thinking as a historian! If you still want to have a place in the real world!" Theobald interrupted him, "The World Formula is an indisputable truth. It is the correct formula calculated by the predecessors of the Citadel with generations of hard work to verify this irregular world. So far, it has never been wrong! When we joined the real world, Dr. Wargrave, who was responsible for guiding us at the time, said: It is precisely because the World Formula is correct that it further proves that this world is not as normal as it should be! Our mission is to remove the unreasonable parts of the World Formula, such as witchcraft, prophecy, magic, etc., to make the world a normal one. When the World Formula can no longer help the Citadel calculate the correct calendar, the world will be free from its current abnormal state!"

"Butler Theobald, I have something to say. I believe that the historians headed by Galador are no longer suitable to stay in the 'real world'. I request that they be expelled. They do not understand the world and have very low recognition of the organization's philosophy. Now that magic and witchcraft have reappeared in the world, they are the least steadfast people in the organization. They are very likely to leak our existence!"

The participants quickly reached a consensus: "Second!"

Galado panicked: "You can't do this, you can't do this, Theobald. I have worked hard for the organization, and historians also hate magic and witchcraft. I can learn to understand the 'world style'. If you teach me and let me know why it is the truth, then I won't question it."

"Alchemy, mathematics. Gallardo, you are too old. There is no time for you to learn from the beginning."

"Seven Hells, what are you going to do to me?"

"I won't do anything to you, but you have sworn an oath to the 'Gate of Reality', Gallardo." Theobald, who was sitting on the chair, stood up and raised the black iron scepter in his hand. He showed some reluctance, but still announced, "Swearer Gallardo, you have betrayed your oath and questioned the 'real world'. In the name of the 899th administrator of the real world, I hereby declare that you are no longer a part of the real world."

Even within the organization, many people had never seen what would happen to those expelled from the organization. So all the doctors present at the meeting turned their eyes to Dr. Gallardo.

His face was full of fear and panic, and he exclaimed: "No!" But as Theobald announced, everyone felt an inexplicable palpitation, as if a cold wind was blowing across their skin.

The next second, people saw the fear and panic on Gallardo's face disappear, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and he looked around in a daze.

He was still alive, but he was no longer conscious, all his memories were gone, and he became an idiot who couldn't think.

This is the fate of the real-world outcasts.

Theobald put down his scepter and called out the name, "Dr. Perestan, please ask the history department to take Dr. Gallardo back and arrange for someone to take care of him. Just say he has had a stroke and Alzheimer's disease."

Perestan stood up with a panicked look and responded, "Yes, Butler Theobald."

Theobald's face was livid. "Then, next, I will announce the organization's response strategy for the current situation. The real world organization will follow the strategy it used to deal with Aegon the Conqueror three hundred years ago. Starting today, we will enter a period of silence and begin looking for partners. We need to find firm candidates to become wizards and magicians of the Citadel to meet the challenges of the changing situation. I reiterate that we are all partners working together for the same purpose, and no one is allowed to disclose the existence and secrets of the organization. Times are difficult, and we need to be more resolute... for the bright future of the whole world!"

"For a bright future for the whole world!"

"Galardo, I remember this name. He was one of the people on the list you provided. Sudden stroke and Alzheimer's? He is very important. What is he researching?" Viserys looked at his magical advisor.

The magic consultant replied, "Dr. Gallardo is a historian. He became a doctor because of his research on the history of the Summer Islands. The Summer Islanders recorded their history on the huge Talking Tree in Tall Tree Town. Dr. Gallardo stayed in the Summer Islands for decades and translated and compiled the complex odes of the Summer Islanders on the Talking Tree. He eventually wrote a book called "Sons of Summer". This book is the main source of information for the Citadel and the Seven Kingdoms to understand the history of the Summer Islands."

The Summer Islands are located in the Summer Sea south of Westeros. It is an archipelago far away from the continental shelf, and its geographical location is even in the southern hemisphere south of the equator in the world of ice and fire.

Viserys was puzzled. "Historian, do you think his dementia is abnormal?"

The magic advisor replied, "Your Majesty, I met him a few days ago. I dare say he is in good health, not at all like an elderly man who would suffer a stroke and dementia. As a member of a secret gathering, his sudden dementia is very suspicious."

"The Citadel may have methods that neither you nor I know about. You have to be careful, Mr. Advisor. I think they will deal with you." Viserys said worriedly, "In fact, you don't have to take the initiative to act as bait. I will use those experimental plans to invite the doctors out of the Citadel one by one, and then find an excuse to put them under house arrest. By then, even if there are powerful magicians or wizards in the dark of the Citadel that you don't know about, they will be in a passive position. Now that you jump out to show your magic, it puts you in danger. Is it worth it?"

"Your Majesty, forgive me for being blunt, but you overestimate those gray sheep. Perhaps there were powerful wizards and sorcerers in the dark of the academy, but I dare say that with the decline of magic over the past hundred years, there is no soil for magicians and sorcerers to exist in the academy. After the extinction of the dragons, magic disappeared for a time, and a trend of eradicating witchcraft and excluding magic was set off within the academy. My teacher was only dabbled in the mysticism, but he was excluded and had no place to stand. Believe me, Your Majesty, even if there were magicians in the academy, they were persecuted by them and fled far away, either wandering in Essos, or their bodies were buried in unknown corners by the gray sheep."

"To be honest, I still cannot understand their hostile attitude towards magic. Magic is an objective fact. Denying the existence of magic and preventing its spread is as ridiculous as refuting the theory of the Earth and insisting on the flat earth theory. What benefit will it bring to them?"

"Your Majesty, perhaps we will soon be able to get an answer to this question."

"Mr. Advisor, I want to confirm your attitude. To be honest, I am worried about your dedication to the plan. You are so unabashed in your contempt for the Citadel. Where does your confidence come from? I have always believed that strategically you can despise the enemy, but tactically you must respect the enemy."

"You are my source of confidence, Your Majesty. With all due respect, Your Majesty, I never doubt your wisdom, but sometimes you are too cautious."

".The Academy has been passed down for thousands of years, after all. To be honest, Mr. Consultant, I think you are too dismissive of a mysterious organization that has been passed down for thousands of years."

"Your Majesty, let me tell you this. The Night's Watch is also an organization that has been passed down for thousands of years, but now it is in danger under the threat of the White Walkers and the wildlings. Do you think there are powerful magicians and wizards in the Night's Watch who can turn the tide? I dare to guess that you don't think so, otherwise you would not send Lord Stannis there."

"The Citadel is a little different from the Great Wall, isn't it?" Viserys didn't know until a few days ago that in about 274 years of the Conquest, giant skeletons were found in the north. The skeletons were transported to the Citadel, and the doctors conducted research on the corpses. So although there was a wave of enthusiasm for sea monster research, the residents of the Citadel and Oldtown were not overly enthusiastic.

The fact is that the Citadel's knowledge of aliens and magic may be more and deeper than Viserys and Marwyn imagined. It's just that many things are not made public.

To put it bluntly, Viserys was worried that there might be an old monster in the Citadel, just like the immortals in Qarth, or the ancestors of the sects in the immortal novels, who would appear in the Citadel at the critical moment. Viserys dealt with the Citadel by treating it as if there was an ancient being like Euron in the Citadel, or the mysterious being who controlled the fate of the Targaryens in the initial time travel. Viserys felt that the Citadel had been passed down for thousands of years, and there must be some kind of background.

But Marwyn obviously didn't think so: "Your Majesty, the Citadel and the Wall are essentially the same. In peace and tranquility, in the more than a hundred years when magic declined, they have inevitably declined and decayed. This is not due to human reasons. In fact, I have never told you, nor have I ever told the doctors of the Citadel. Your Majesty, the same is true for Asshai. That great city that prospered because of magic and witchcraft also fell into a desperate decline. The wizards of Asshai, the immortals of Qarth, the magic heritage of the Citadel, and the night watchers of the Wall...all took different paths in the era of magic decline, but all inevitably went to decay. Your Majesty, believe me, your dragon is the most powerful force in the world today, and even those in historical records or legends are far less powerful than your dragon. I don't believe in God, but the power of your dragon makes me find no other explanation except to describe it as divine power. I dare to guess that it is the crystallization of Valyria's wisdom. Perhaps it was because the power of God was used to give birth to your dragon that Valyria suffered destruction."

"." Although Marwyn guessed wrong, his words still left Viserys speechless for a moment. Thinking carefully, with his current power, it seems that he does not need to be so cautious in many things.

(End of this chapter)