Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 224 Accident
The noose of the towering stairwell was twisting, and the knights were in chaos.

The fire illuminated the hall in the middle tower.

The knights of the Hightower family asked anxiously, "Where is Earl Layton?"

Garth Gray, the second son of Lord Leighton Hightower, was wearing his armor neatly. He stood under the main seat in the hall and said solemnly, "Silence!"

The knights all looked at him, "Sir Garth, what's going on?"

Garth looked intently at the noisy knights in the hall and spoke again: "Silence!"

Someone saw the flustered squire of Sir Baelor, who was only wearing half armor. An old knight glared at him and asked, "Where is Sir Baelor?"

As the heir of House Hightower, Baelor Hightower entertained the King on behalf of his old father, Lord Leyton, who had previously gone to the Citadel with Viserys.

The King's Guard camp today held a banquet in the afternoon under the pretext of finding a laboratory site for the doctors of the Citadel. No one expected that the King's Guard camp would suddenly take action in the middle of the night. Before anyone in the city could react, the army took action at night and occupied the Citadel.

It happened suddenly, and no one knew what was going on in the Citadel, nor what Viserys was going to do.

So the Tower of Heaven could only be on guard on its own and closed the castle gate. The knights noticed something unusual in the city and got up in the middle of the night and rushed to the Tower of Heaven.

The attendant looked at Sir Garth, and seeing that he had no objection, he replied: "Sir Baelor has been summoned to the Citadel by His Majesty the King."

The old knight glared angrily: "As a squire of Sir Baelor, why aren't you with the knight?"

Seeing the family knights all glaring at him, the attendant hurriedly explained: "It was Sir Baylor who ordered me to come back. Sir Baylor asked me to find the Earl."

"What is going on? Has something happened to Lord Viserys in the Citadel?" the old lord asked.

The attendant replied, "I don't know. His Majesty's guard camp was fine. It was suddenly assembled at night. Sir Baelor was summoned by Prime Minister Oberyn and received the king's order. The princes in the camp also received the order. Sir Baelor asked me to find the Earl and tell him that the knight is fine."

The old knight frowned: "What is this?"

Garce responded: "No matter what happens, wait for father to make the decision."

More and more knights from the Tower of Heaven came to the meeting hall, but Lord Layton was nowhere to be seen. Several respected knights began to walk around the hall anxiously, looking in the direction of the stairwell of the Tower of Heaven from time to time.

Someone outside the meeting room reported: "Sir Gunthor has brought his fleet to the tower. He is right below the tower. He requests that the tower door be opened."

Garth ordered, "Open the tower door!"

"No!" A voice interrupted Garce. Lord Leighton Hightower's cold voice sounded from the direction of the stairwell in the hall, "Where is Moruoya? Garce, have you seen Moruoya?"

When Sir Garce saw Earl Leighton appear, he hurried forward to report: "Father, His Majesty's guards entered the Citadel overnight. What should we do--"

But Earl Leighton didn't listen to Sir Garce at all. He interrupted Garce again: "I ask you, have you seen Moruoya?"

Garce looked at his father, Earl Layton, in bewilderment and surprise. This earl who had been studying magic books in the towering tower with the mad woman Morua and had not asked about the situation in Old Town for decades, "Father?"

The veins on Lord Layton's face popped up, and his face turned red with anxiety: "I ask you, where is Moruoya!"

Sir Garth bowed his head and answered, "I don't know, father!"

"Find her!" Earl Leighton shouted anxiously, to Gars and the bewildered family knights in the hall, "Find her! Before finding her, no one can open any door of the Towering Tower!"

Sir Garth asked in surprise: "Father, Moruoya is not at the top of the tower?"

"No, she's not there!" Count Layton roared irritably, his eyes burning with anger. "Seven levels of hell, where is she?"

Garce looked confused: "What happened, father?"

"She took the glass candle and the stone tablet!" Lord Leighton seemed to be in a state of confusion caused by anger. "She is crazy!"

Garce was full of doubts. Wasn't she crazy all along? He asked, "Glass candle? Stone tablet?"

Count Leighton seemed to be losing his mind: "No, she can't go far, with the glass candle and the stone tablet, she can't go far!"

Gars couldn't understand what his father was saying, but he saw him turn around in panic and run towards the stepwell again.

The knights in the hall looked at each other in bewilderment. Lord Layton's appearance and chaotic reactions made them all feel very confused.

Garce looked at the knights who had gathered in the hall behind him because the king's guards had occupied the academy, and gritted his teeth and gave an order: "Everyone, please help me find my sister, Miss Moruoya. She should be somewhere in the tower. I will go to ask my father."

After saying this, Gars hurriedly caught up with Earl Leighton.

Lord Leighton took the stairwell elevator back upstairs, and Garce could only wait for the second one and then catch up with his father.

Garce was completely confused by what happened tonight. His father, Earl Leighton, behaved a little crazy, which made him feel uneasy. But his father, Earl Leighton, and his brother, Sir Baelor, the two leaders of the Hightower family, one was crazy and the other was not in the castle, which made even Garce at a loss for a moment.

In this situation where he had no idea what was happening, Gars chased to the top of the tower.

The door at the top of the tower was not closed.

But Garce hesitated at the door.

This is the forbidden place of the Hightower family. His father, Earl Leighton, and his half-sister, the mad woman Morua, have been locked up here for several years and do not allow anyone to enter.

"No!" Lord Leighton shouted anxiously from inside, "No! Impossible!"

Garce gritted his teeth, pushed open the open door and went in.

The room in the tower was a little dim, illuminated only by the faint yellow light of a few oil lamps and the starlight shining in from the windows decorated with Myr glass. The room was large but very messy.

Tall wooden bookshelves filled with tomes stood in the room, and boxes of ancient scrolls and strange stone slabs were placed on the floor.

The air was filled with the smell of old dust and rotting paper. There were old papers everywhere, and there were probably thousands of books. To avoid ignition, Garce blew out the lantern in his hand and followed the sound, walking through the aisles between the bookshelves.

He found his father, Earl Leighton, standing at an oak table, hunched over, looking at the open window in panic and confusion. "Father, are you all right?"

"No, that's impossible." Earl Leighton seemed not to hear Garce's words and was still staring at the window in a daze.

Gars had a bad feeling and quietly stepped forward, trying to get in front of his father, Lord Layton, and stand between Lord Layton and the window. As he approached, he said, "Father, I have asked the castle guards to look for Moruoya as you instructed."

But Lord Layton seemed not to hear. He murmured to himself, as if repeating something: "'Perhaps we can fly. We can all fly. How can we know unless we jump off the tower?'"

"Father, wake up!" Gars shouted hurriedly, trying to wake Earl Leighton from his daze. His father's mumbling words made Gars feel very uneasy.

Lord Leighton was still repeating in a daze: "'How would you know if you don't jump off the tower?'" As he spoke, the old man from Oldtown stood up and seemed to be running towards the window.

"Father, no!" Garth exclaimed, striding forward and grabbing Earl Leighton's arm. His hand was numb, and a strange electric current swept through his body. Garth couldn't tell for a moment whether it was an illusion. But he didn't dare to let go of his hand, fearing that Earl Leighton would jump out of the window.

This is the top floor of the towering tower, more than 700 feet above the ground. Falling down would lead to death.

Huhu——

A strong gust of wind blew in from the window, blowing into the tower from the window. The strong wind made a rustling sound on the window frame, as if someone was laughing out loud.

For some reason, Garces felt a chill running from the soles of his feet all the way up to the top of his head, which made him feel creepy.

The inexplicable fear made the blood in Garth's body seem to freeze.

But in the end nothing happened.

After an unknown amount of time, Count Layton seemed to wake up from his trance: "Oh, Moruoya?"

"Father?" Garce felt his heartbeat again and swallowed his saliva. He then became concerned about Lord Leighton's situation. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, Morua, good girl, I'm fine. Let's continue." Count Leighton's tone softened, but what he said made Garce feel extremely strange, "What about the glass candle? Light it, Morua, you have this talent. The oil lamp is too dim."

Gars couldn't help but look at Earl Leighton: "Father, it's me, your second son Gars."

"Gars?" Lord Leighton's face turned cold. "Why are you here? This is not the place for you. Get out! Where's Moruoya, Moruoya!"

Garce looked blankly: "Father?"

"Get out!" Lord Layton shouted, "Moroya, Moroya, light up the glass candles!" Lord Layton suddenly looked bitter and cried out, "Oh, the magic has reappeared! No! No! It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this! No! Things shouldn't be like this. Curse! The end!"

Garce was increasingly confused: "What are you talking about?"

"Get out. This is not something you should know!" Lord Leighton's emotions seemed to be out of control, with ups and downs, sometimes happy, sometimes angry, and sometimes heartbroken.

Garce just looked on blankly.

That night, Earl Layton of the Hightower family went mad, and the mad woman Morua disappeared completely. The knights searched from the bottom of the tower to the upper floors, except for the top floor where Earl Layton was, and some even searched along the spiral staircase of the tower floor by floor, but no one found the mad woman Morua.

The Hightower family is still in charge now, as the heir, Sir Baelor, is in the Citadel where the situation is unclear. Neither Gars nor Gunthor has the power to issue orders to the knights and vassals in the family without going through Earl Leyton. The Hightower family is in a brief shutdown that night.

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"!" Viserys suddenly frowned and looked up in the direction of the towering tower. Viserys felt a strange induction in his own power, and his emotions in interrogating the doctor of the Citadel were stagnant.

That is the power of the "storm" at work.

Apart from himself, the only person Viserys could think of who still had the power of storms was Euron.

But the aura quickly disappeared, and Viserys soon could no longer sense that trace of power.

Viserys narrowed his eyes, wondering what the connection between Hightower and Euron could be.

But for now Viserys had to continue his conversation with the grey sheep of the Citadel.

To be honest, Viserys had not expected that things would go so smoothly as expected, and the Citadel had no ability to stop his army. Viserys did not even need to take action, and the army easily controlled the Citadel.

Marwyn was right. The current managers of the Citadel were a group of "gray sheep". Of course, there were a few with integrity among them, but not many.

Viserys turned his attention back to the Citadel's doctors. "Theobald, what did you do to Doctor Vaylin? What happened to him?"

Theobald is obviously not one of the doctors with integrity. He became the steward and the contemporary leader of the secret organization in the real world because of the seniority system in the Citadel. As the manager of the Citadel's non-academic affairs, not many doctors who are passionate about research are willing to take on the position of steward. The head of the secret gathering no longer has the power he had during the heyday of magic in the past hundred years. The steward of the Citadel and the head of the real world are more like a government official who is elected to take charge of things and settle things.

Theobald had lost his will to resist after this sudden attack. He felt bleak about the future and was on the verge of mental collapse: "I didn't do that. It was Dr. Weilin who said something he shouldn't have said."

Viserys pressed. "Something that shouldn't be said?"

Someone interrupted, "Theobald, you also swore an oath!"

Dr. Perestan hesitated to speak, as if he was gathering some resolution.

Viserys laughed: "Oh, do you think I won't know if you don't tell me? You can look at the wise men around you, who is not a member of your secret meeting? Do you think you are hiding well? If you want people not to know your existence, it is best to do nothing. But when I returned to Westeros with the dragons, you couldn't wait to try to plot against me. You are hostile to dragons, hostile to magic, and try to build a world without magic, prophecies, and glass candles. Do you think I will be deceived by you like Jaehaerys I? Or do you think I will be short-sighted like Aegon II and Queen Rhaenyra and be conspired by you? As for Dr. Perestan, I don't know what you are thinking, but if you think I am a savior or a great man, I might as well tell you frankly that I am not. I came to your secret organization from the beginning."

There are still some stubborn people: "Impossible, how do you know us?"

"Anyone who walks on a path will leave traces. What makes you think you won't?"

Doctor Perestan seemed to have made up his mind: "King Viserys, I am old and don't care about death or what others think of me. I might as well say frankly that I have always been curious about the authenticity of that 'thing' since I joined the organization. I don't understand mathematics and academics, I just regard that thing as a 'prophecy', I just don't understand why other doctors believe in that 'thing' so firmly, but sneer at other legendary 'prophecies'? Since the doctors all think that it is the 'truth', I want to do the opposite, I must verify the authenticity of that 'thing' myself. I am a doctor of history who also studies political science. I don't deny that my eyes are full of conspiracy - Weilin is right about this, I don't believe in that 'truth'! If that is the 'truth', then why not put it out openly?

Theobald, fellow members of the organization, I'm ready to risk it all. I've been holding this in my heart for a long time, and today I must say it out loud: I must tell you in person that the organization claims to be for the truth and for the world, but it acts like a sneaky thief. Every time I think of this, I feel deeply ashamed!"

(End of this chapter)