Spellcasting Gods

"Sir Mason Asspring, did you rudely barge in just to mock me?" Varys questioned coldly.

Zhang Cheng slightly curled the corners of his mouth and quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, please don't misunderstand, I'm not being sarcastic. On the contrary, I'm praising your wisdom. Think about it, if you didn't have such a vicious heart, how could you betray the master you serve time and time again? And successfully escape one death after another? Moreover, you can still hide in the shadows, secretly carrying out a certain plan, and even influence Daenerys Targaryen on the other side of the ocean. As a player in the game of thrones, you are truly outstanding, making one want to cheer loudly."

"Sorry! I don't understand what you're saying! Goodbye!" Varys was clearly flustered and tried to escape from the young man who terrified him as quickly as possible.

After all, the reason why conspiracies have such great destructive power is that they are very difficult to detect. Once a conspiracy is exposed to the light of day, the only ones who will die are the ones who secretly planned it.

"Wait! Did I give you permission to leave?" Zhang Cheng drew his demonic sword, Soul-Binder, and pressed it against the other man's throat.

The intense, malevolent aura emanating from the sword caused the "Eight-Clawed Spider" to stagger back several steps.

A psychologist once said that the more a person hates a certain person or thing, the deeper their subconscious fear of that person or thing will be.

If the Hound hated and feared his brutal brother and the flames, then Varys hated and feared the incomprehensible supernatural power—magic.

Sensing the dead eunuch's strong rejection reaction, Zhang Cheng immediately brandished his longsword.

In the blink of an eye!

A green, semi-transparent figure appeared out of thin air in the room...

He had no legs; his lower body was a blurry fluorescent glow, while his upper body resembled a human. His scarlet eyes gleamed with naked malice, as if he might pounce on someone at any moment and devour them alive.

Without a doubt, this evil necromancer is the prisoner who recently died by the sword.

Now his soul has been struck several times by pain and torment, falling into the abyss and becoming a complete ghost.

Due to the appearance of the undead, the temperature in the room began to drop rapidly, and within a few seconds, a layer of white frost appeared on the floor and walls.

"Damn it! What the hell is this thing? What... what are you going to do?"

Varys felt as if he had returned to his childhood, back to that terrible night, his face filled with terror and helplessness.

"What for? Of course, to clear up our little misunderstanding. You haven't forgotten, have you? During the tournament, you encouraged His Majesty Joffrey to use Sandor Clegane to kill me." With that, Zhang Cheng nodded to the undead servant beside him.

Having received permission, the ghost instantly revealed a cruel smile, opened its arms, and pounced straight at it.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The moment Varys, who was composed entirely of negative energy, touched the skin, he couldn't help but let out a painful scream. His body began to age rapidly. In less than half a minute, a large number of wrinkles appeared on his forehead, the corners of his eyes, and his cheeks. His originally smooth skin was covered with countless age spots.

In short, he suddenly transformed from a middle-aged man into an elderly man.

What's even more terrifying is that the extreme pain of having his life force taken away deeply stimulates every neuron. If he had a choice, he would rather faint immediately or be killed outright.

Unfortunately, he has no choice now.

"How does it feel to be on the verge of death, Lord Varys? Don't worry, as I just said, this is a misunderstanding, so I won't kill you. Instead, I'll slowly clear up the misunderstanding. As for how long it will take, that depends on your cooperation." Zhang Cheng said, pouring himself a glass of wine and downing it in one gulp.

“Misunderstanding? You certainly know how to use words! Tell me, what do I need to do to clear up this misunderstanding?” Varys asked, panting as he got up from the ground.

"It's very simple. We need to talk about your prejudice against magic first, and then about your Targaryen family's restoration plan. Finally, I hope we can reach a consensus to do what we want without interfering with each other. In the process, you'd better not try any tricks. You should know that I'm not a player who completely follows the rules, and I also have the ability to flip the table when necessary."

"No problem, where do we begin?"

"Why don't we start with your tragic childhood experiences?"

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Chapter 0123 Resolving the "Misunderstanding"

No one knows what exactly Varys and Zhang Cheng talked about...

No one knows what secret agreement the two reached...

In short, when they left the room, they had strange smiles on their faces, like close old friends. Neither their eyes nor their actions showed any hostility.

Of course, compared to the unharmed Zhang Cheng, Varys looked much older, especially with his sagging facial skin, resembling an old man approaching his twilight years.

"Are you... alright?" Joffrey, who was waiting outside, asked uncertainly.

He was a little confused. Just over half an hour ago, there were chilling screams and wails, but now it was as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Cheng stared meaningfully at the bald, fat man beside him, and explained with a smile, "Of course, Your Majesty. Although Lord Varys and I had a small misunderstanding before, we have resolved it and become friends through a cordial and friendly meeting."

“That’s right! I must admit that my attitude toward magic was somewhat superficial and prejudiced before. After Sir Mason’s guidance, I have fully realized my mistakes.” Varys placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

“Uh… well, it’s a little different from what I expected, but it’s good that the misunderstanding has been cleared up. Also, Sir Mason, my mother asked me to give you a letter.” With that, Joffrey handed over a sealed letter bearing the Lion’s Seal.

"Oh?" Zhang Cheng took the letter with some surprise, opened it in front of everyone and glanced at it. A smile quickly appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear: "As expected of Duke Tywin, he saw the situation so quickly. It seems I don't need to activate the backup plan."

"What is this letter?" Joffrey's eyes revealed intense curiosity.

“It was written to me by your maternal grandfather, Tywin Lannister, Duke of Casterly Rock. He has agreed to my request for an alliance and hopes that I will assist you in defending against a rebellion from another direction.” Zhang Cheng made no attempt to hide anything and openly showed the letter to the tyrannical young king.

Joffrey read it carefully twice from beginning to end before nodding in satisfaction: "Excellent! I believe that with your strength, you can easily deal with those traitors of the kingdom."

"Hehe, I hope so. If you have no further instructions, I'll take my leave." Zhang Cheng shrugged with a noncommittal smile, then immediately turned and disappeared at the end of the castle's narrow passage.

No sooner had he left than Joffrey impatiently asked "Eight-Legged Spider": "Varys, what just happened? You seemed to let out a painful scream?"

Upon hearing this topic, the dead eunuch shuddered involuntarily, his pupils filled with extreme fear. He lowered his head and mumbled, "No, it's nothing, Your Majesty. I'm just paying the price for my rash and foolish actions. I have a lot of information to process, so I won't bother you any longer."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He immediately bent over and hurried toward the bedroom on the upper floor of the castle, as if there was something terrifying behind him.

“He’s acting a bit strange, don’t you think?” Joffrey muttered to himself, stroking his chin.

"Hmph! This spineless coward is terrified, Your Majesty," Sandor Clegane said with a disdainful sneer.

Completely unaware, less than half a meter behind Varys, a faint green shadow was constantly following them...

As the beautiful evening glow faded, Zhang Cheng finally returned to his residence. Just as he stepped across the threshold, his butler, Derry, approached him and reported in a low voice, "Sir, I have some unfortunate news to inform you. Just over an hour ago, Miss Arya Stark suddenly disappeared, along with a small amount of food and a silver deer."

"Disappeared? This little one is probably afraid I'll hand her over for a reward." Zhang Cheng chuckled and shook his head.

"You mean... she ran away on her own?" The butler stood there dumbfounded.

He never expected that a little girl who was not even ten years old would have such an unusual sense of vigilance.

"That's right! Alright, don't worry about her for now, go prepare a big piece of fresh beef for me." Zhang Cheng ordered without turning his head as he walked towards his room.

He didn't really care about "Er Ya" escaping; on the contrary, he was somewhat relieved, at least he didn't have to worry about how to deal with this troublesome brat.

As a butler, Derry was undoubtedly competent. He didn't even ask for a reason and went straight to the kitchen to prepare a large piece of bloody raw beef, and it was even the best beef tenderloin.

Zhang Cheng carried the piece of beef, which reeked of blood, into the room, quickly locked the door, gently placed it on the ground, and waved to the dark figure in the corner that was flashing a violet light: "Don't be afraid, it's me. Come and eat, all the meat on the plate is yours."

"Ow!"

With a not-so-loud cry, a young dragon cautiously crawled out from under the bed, opened its mouth and spewed a pale purple flame at the raw meat.

In the blink of an eye, the raw beef turned into cooked beef, and it was emitting a faint steam.

Without any hesitation, driven by its insatiable hunger, it pounced on the plate, opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, and frantically tore and swallowed. In no time, it had devoured the chunk of meat that would have been enough to satisfy a strong adult man.

It must be said that the dragons in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire grow at an astonishing speed. In just a few days, this newly hatched dragon grew from the size of a dinner plate to a size comparable to a knight's armor.

Especially its sharp claws and teeth, which can now easily tear through steel plates two millimeters thick, and the flames it spews are enough to melt most metals on the spot.

What's puzzling is that while the young dragon's body is growing rapidly, the arcane energy within it doesn't increase at all, remaining at the level it was at birth.

No matter how much mysterious energy it absorbs from the air, it eventually transforms into some strange substance that circulates in the body with the blood.

Through simple research, Zhang Cheng discovered that this substance was actually a combustion aid used by dragons to increase the temperature of their flames when they breathed fire. Anything that came into contact with the dragon's blood would evaporate rapidly under the action of this combustion aid, and even steel would melt into a gaseous state instantly.

It should be known that the boiling point of pure iron is close to three thousand degrees Celsius. If a person is directly hit by dragon flames, he will definitely die, and there won't even be a trace of him left.

No wonder Daenerys Targaryen was able to sweep across the area around Slaver's Bay with just three dragons that were not yet fully grown; Aegon the Conqueror conquered Westeros with just three dragons.

Under such a deterrent force comparable to nuclear weapons, most cold weapons would become scrap metal...

Chapter 0124 Searching for the Key to Break the Limits

"Come here, let me draw some blood." Zhang Cheng took out a blood transfusion tube with a groove and glanced at the young dragon, who had just finished eating and was sitting on the ground burping, with a malicious look.

The latter was clearly not encountering this situation for the first time. He immediately stood up alertly, shaking his head repeatedly and backing away.

Although it cannot speak like the dragons of Azeroth and the Forgotten Realms, its intelligence is not low.

Whether it's due to modifications or because the dragons in the A Song of Ice and Fire world are not as close to wild beasts as depicted in the story, it can not only clearly understand all sorts of complex words, but also respond with actions and sounds.

"Be good, don't be naughty, or I'll have to get rough with you." A chilling aura suddenly emanated from Zhang Cheng's palm, the threat unmistakable.

The young dragon seemed to recall something, and subconsciously shuddered. Reluctantly, it flapped its wings and flew to the table, obediently sticking out its rear end and putting on a pitiful look of being slaughtered.

“That’s more like it, it’s just a little blood…” Zhang Cheng said as he inserted the catheter into the area next to the “chrysanthemum” that was not covered by scales.

moment!

The dragon's blood, carrying a mysterious substance, melted the metal needle, and a stream of scalding red liquid, like magma, flowed into the glass test tube.

To prevent the test tube from melting, he quickly released a faint arcane energy to separate the dragon blood from the glass, then squeezed out a little and poured it into a special container he had prepared beforehand for further testing.

This includes the composition, properties, uses, and whether dragon blood can be combined with other forms of energy.

More importantly, Zhang Cheng hopes to find the way the world's energy is transmitted and used through the dragon.

After all, ever since he extracted a lot of information about the "Children of the Forest" from "Littlefinger," he discovered that these nearly extinct magical races actually manipulated the energy in the air through a process resembling a primitive religious ritual, ultimately creating the spells they needed.

In addition, the "Children of the Forest" seem to possess a technology that allows them to store energy in plants, especially a plant called the weirwood.

It was through this method that they overcame one "energy depletion period" after another.

When the First Men landed on Westeros, they destroyed forests and cut down weirwood trees, causing the Children of the Forest to lose their foundation for survival. Eventually, their numbers dwindled, and they teetered on the brink of extinction.

However, since the materials are mainly in the form of pictographs and pictures, they are very difficult to decipher. In addition, they are old and incomplete, so Zhang Cheng was still clueless for the time being.

However, with the arrival of the red comet, the concentration of mysterious energy in the air became increasingly higher. He felt that he could find a simple and convenient method first, so he shifted his main research focus to dragons.

Regardless, dragons are magical creatures, as evidenced by the rise and fall of House Targaryen.

During the reign of Aegon I the Conqueror, a period when mystical energy was at its most active, his mount, Balerion the Black Death, grew to an astonishing size, capable of swallowing a bison whole in one gulp.

However, as the mysterious energy in the air gradually thinned, the dragons that hatched later became smaller and smaller, and eventually they could not hatch at all.

This means that although dragons also need to eat, they are essentially magical creatures that can only survive by relying on mysterious energy.

If Zhang Cheng can figure out how dragons utilize energy in the air, then he will have found the key to breaking the limitations.

Of course, this is not easy, especially since he has to deal with many unexpected situations, such as...

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