Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 225 Geological Origins
Dr. Perestan's sudden change of focus caught the Citadel doctors off guard. The old doctor was very excited, looking like he was about to explode with resentment.

Viserys was curious: "'Truth'? Behind the secret door of the Cardinal's Chamber is hidden the 'truth'. What is it?"

"You even know the door to the Cardinal's Chamber!" Instead, it was Theobald who answered. He replied in a daze, "It's a scroll. The predecessors of the Citadel used the knowledge of numerology, alchemy, and astronomy to deduce the truth of the world, and condensed everything into a scroll that can be used to deduce the world."

Viserys narrowed his eyes at him.

He glanced at the other twenty or so doctors. Except for Weilin who had fallen into dementia, everyone's emotions changed slightly after hearing what Theobald said.

"There is such a thing in the academy?"

Looking at these masters of the Citadel, Viserys found it extremely absurd.

This feeling was like being at a seminar at the forefront of world science, and having experts and professors tell him that there was a "Tui Bei Tu" in the world. It was simply outrageous. So much so that Viserys began to worry about the academics of the Citadel, and his view of the Citadel's doctors changed from medieval scientists to a group of medieval folk scientists.

But looking at their expressions, they are actually serious?

"You'll never enter that door!"

Viserys couldn't help asking, "Have you heard that I demolished the House of Black and White in Braavos? I'm curious, are the walls of the Great Library stronger than the stone walls of the House of Black and White, or can the magical contract door of the Citadel stop the dragon? Doctors of the Citadel, how do you enter a locked house? I'm curious if your thinking has been fixed on the only way to open a lock with a key? Can't you think of any other way?"

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"I thought it would be troublesome to deal with you. Can your organization show me some black magic? Or do you have no other way except poisoning, hiring assassins or sending poisoned scrolls to people? To be honest, if this is all you have, I'm curious about how you can create a world without magic?"

It was not until Viserys looked through the Citadel's historical records in the Great Library that he learned that in the 43rd year of the Conquest, when Maegor the Cruel entered Oldtown, the Citadel's doctors had been accused of being involved in the murder of the High Septon of Maegor I's reign.

At that time, King Maegor I held a court in Oldtown and presided over the trial. The Citadel was accused of using black magic, hiring assassins, or applying poison scrolls to kill the Archbishop of the Starry Sept, who was hostile to King Maegor I. But King Maegor may have felt that the Citadel had helped him by doing so, so he did not pursue the Citadel's responsibility or conduct an in-depth investigation into the truth of the Archbishop's death. The Citadel generously recorded this historical record in the Citadel's historical text and denied it.

But for some facts, official denial is actually a disguised admission.

However, the Citadel and the Faction of the Seven did not harbor any grudges because of that incident, and they continued to cooperate in the dragon-slaying plan during the Dance of the Dragons.

The doctors' faces suddenly turned pale when they heard Viserys talk about "dark magic, poisoning, hired assassins, and sending poisoned scrolls."

Viserys couldn't help but look deeply at these masters of the Citadel.

Viserys shook his head and said in a cold voice, "To be honest, I originally felt a little sorry about the plan to execute you, but looking at the situation, it is better to regard you as a group of self-righteous heretics who do whatever they want rather than the crystallization of the wisdom of the Citadel. You are not worth dying for."

"You're going to execute us?"

“How cruel!”

"No, you can't do that. Even the cruel Maegor is willing to let the rebellious sectarian militants wear black clothes!"

"If you kill me, the art of stargazing will be lost."

Viserys said, "You have conspired to overthrow the Targaryen dynasty. You are guilty of treason. Traitors must die. This is the law of the Seven Kingdoms. I do not punish without instruction. Laws exist to punish criminals. Do you dare to commit such conspiracies and not face the consequences?"

"Treason. This."

"You are part of a group plotting to overthrow the Targaryen dynasty."

"No, it's not. Our organization is not targeting Targaryen. It's just that you Targaryens rely on dragons and magic, which is wrong!"

Even Perestan couldn't bear to hear it any more: "Forget it. This doesn't affect the fact that our organization is treasonous. I feel ashamed to have worked in the same organization with you. From the day we joined the organization, the day we discussed fighting the dragon, we should have thought that this day would come. Now that the victory and the defeat have been decided, you still want to live, isn't it ridiculous? No wonder Marwyn called us 'gray sheep'. When the time comes, all we can do is bleat."

Viserys couldn't help but ask, "To be honest, I'm curious. You know that magic is real, so why do you deny it and try to cover it up? Dr. Perestan, can you give me an answer?"

Perestan had already considered himself a dead man, and said without further ado, "I have to admit that I don't know the answer, but I also don't deny that if I knew the answer I would be as fanatical as they are."

Viserys nodded at him. "I believe you speak the truth, Doctor Perestan." He looked at Theobald. "Doctor Theobald, can you help me solve this problem? Or which of the Grand Maesters you originally chose can provide me with services and answer my questions?"

Perestan spread his hands helplessly: "Your Majesty, I am the Grand Secretary elected by the Cardinals, but I cannot answer your questions."

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Amid the conversation between Viserys and Perestan, Theobald gradually regained his personal persistence: "King Viserys, I have seen your copy of Valyria's Elements - the book is incomplete, and I wonder if you don't understand or can't remember the rest. I have also discussed your experimental plan with everyone. You are someone who knows some mathematics, astronomy, and geography, but I wonder how much you know about alchemy?" At this moment, it seemed as if an academic exchange was about to take place in the classroom.

Viserys looked back calmly. "Just say what you want to say."

"Then I will speak directly, Your Majesty. The world we live in is abnormal. In the observation records of the past thousands of years, our world does not show a regular solar cycle, nor a regular planetary rotation trajectory. I hope you know what the solar cycle and planetary rotation are. According to the speculation of the observation records, they should have been regular. But there is a force that affects them. Your Majesty, I don't know if you know the word 'earth movement' from the Valyrian knowledge system?"

This ambiguous word puzzled Viserys: "'Earthquake'?"

"Yes, 'earthquake'. This 'word' is used to describe a geographical phenomenon in our world in ancient times, before the Dawn Age. When an 'earthquake' occurs, the ground will rise and fall like the sea, and this force will cause the earth to shift, mountains to collapse, and rivers to change course."

Viserys understood. "'Earthquake,' I think you mean."

"Earthquakes. Earthquakes. You understand." Theobald looked at Viserys, feeling a surge of sadness. "These phenomena, called earthquakes, indicate that the world's continental shelves are in motion. But did you know that this phenomenon has not occurred for tens of thousands of years?"

Viserys narrowed his eyes. This was the first time he had heard of this. And Viserys realized that the Citadel did not regard the disaster in Valyria as an earthquake.

Theobald continued, "Your Majesty, have you ever thought about who defined the four seasons of 'spring, summer, autumn, and winter'? Why are there four seasons? Why are they so irregular? Why do we use the solar cycle to determine the seasons?" Without Viserys's answer, Theobald added the answer himself, "Because they were once regular! Our world was once a regular world with distinct four seasons, and the solar cycle was as normal as the cycle of the twelve zodiac signs. At that time, the four seasons were caused by the eccentric rotation of the world, and the world was also in a state of motion. But the emergence of magic and witchcraft affected the operation of the world. The earth stopped its normal movement under the influence of magic, and even the normal activities of the world changed quietly because of the addition of magic, becoming more and more irregular.

Can you imagine that there is an unreasonable force that freezes the world we live in, stopping the earthquakes that would otherwise occur, making its normal eccentric rotation chaotic, and stopping the geological activities that should have occurred normally? "

"You actually have a theory of geological plate activity?"

"Geological plates?" Theobald read the word and nodded. "It seems that you understand. Then if I say that Westeros, Sothoryos, and Ultes are continents separated from Essos by natural movements that lasted tens or hundreds of thousands of years, I think you should be able to accept it?"

"Are you saying that Essos was once a whole ancient continent, and that it was during geological activity that Westeros, Sothoryos, and Ultes were separated?"

"Very good. You do understand." Theobald nodded. "It is this natural activity that makes the world what it is today. However, as magic began to appear in the world tens of thousands of years ago, the world's natural activities stopped. Since the emergence of magic, earthquakes have never occurred in the world again, which means that the natural deduction of our world has been stopped by some force, and the rotation of the planet has also begun to become chaotic under this force. Over tens of thousands of years, our world has become a world with chaotic seasons."

Viserys asked, "How can you be sure that the natural movement of the earth has stopped and that it is related to magic? How can you determine the cause and effect of the two?"

Theobald said excitedly, "This is the most important secret of our organization. Only those who join the organization are qualified to see the 'truth' deduced by the seniors of the Citadel! I can't tell you exactly what it is. What I can tell you is that with that thing, we can calculate the variables and accurately calculate the change of seasons in an increasingly irregular world. And similarly, it also shows that when we get rid of magic and witchcraft, the world will return to normal."

".I want to ask something that may be a historical conspiracy. The First Men came to Westeros from Essos through the Arm of Dorne, and the war with the Children of the Forest. Is it related to your predecessors who built the Citadel? The Children of the Forest represent magic, and you are committed to eliminating magic."

Combining the Citadel's statement, Viserys deduced that the songs of the Children of the Forest and the Greenseers were most likely the "Song of the Earth". The Citadel believed that there was some kind of force that caused the normal geological operation of the world to stagnate and change, which was most likely related to the owner of the Song of the Earth.

Viserys tried to build a model of the earth in his mind. Its rotation and normal geological activities became chaotic under the influence of "magic" - Song of the Earth. The original normal trajectory gradually deviated from the influence of magic while maintaining a strange state of balance.

Viserys racked his brains, but still couldn't imagine what kind of rotation trajectory would cause the planet to have chaotic seasons while always maintaining the normal relationship between the north pole and the equator.
"The Citadel is not that old. It was most likely built during the Age of Heroes—" Theobald replied, "But the ancestors who built the Citadel may be descendants of that group of people. But the history of the Citadel when it was first built is no longer traceable. Only the stone tablets that record the historical inferences will be preserved forever."

Viserys asked curiously, "If the Citadel was built in the Age of Heroes, how can you be sure that the truth tens of thousands of years ago is not false?"

Theobald replied: "History as recorded by men may be wrong, but mathematics, astronomy, geography, and alchemy are not wrong."

"Then why do you associate dragons with magic and think that dragons bring magic?"

Theobald argued, "The philosophy of our organization is to build a world without magic. Dragons are just one of them. In fact, we never thought that dragons brought magic. It's just that in the Valyrian era, the dragon kings of the Old Freehold possessed powerful sorcery. They were the representatives of magic and witchcraft. But after the Doom of Valyria, the magic of the dragon kings no longer existed, leaving only dragons. Dragons are creations of witchcraft and magic. After the catastrophe in Valyria, the organization believed that dragons were the only magical creation left in the world! So people who don't know us will think that we associate dragons with magic. Your question lets me know that it wasn't a traitor in our organization who exposed our existence, Your Majesty."

Someone guessed it: "It's Marwyn. He's not dead, right? It must be him, the self-righteous madman who thinks he is the smartest in the world. I know he is not dead! We once sent Marwyn a poisoned scroll, poisoned his food, and hired assassins to murder him. There is no doubt that he hates us. It's Marwyn!"

Viserys smiled, but did not answer directly. "Have you ever regretted abandoning magic? Today, you have no wizards to serve you, and can only rely on hired assassins, poisons, and your own hands covered with age spots?"

"Where is Marwyn?" asked Theobald, with a sudden fear in his heart. "Why not let him come out and laugh at us?"

Viserys laughed: "Haha, Master Marwyn is not as narrow-minded as you think. Rather than laughing at you, he wants to know what you are hiding behind the door and what the truth is."

"Impossible! He can't get through that door!"

Viserys sneered. "Perhaps. Who knows?"

Theobald glanced around the field: "No——" He had already thought of it.

The old and demented Dr. Wargrave, the previous director of the 'real world', does not appear here.

(End of this chapter)