Chapter 125 The

When the heavy door creaked shut, all the noise was blocked out.

The candlelight flickered and swayed on the green carpet, and the unique smell of candle oil drifted into his nostrils. The boy, who had finished a busy day, breathed a sigh of relief at the door, and then suddenly murmured.

"May the warrior give me courage."

After waiting for a while, there was no response. He walked towards the bed without caring, and then collapsed on it.

After Robert's wedding, Renly was basically liberated. In the next two days, he planned to carefully study the new abilities he had at this time.

The psychic heart, the warrior's son, and the chaos mark.

Compared with the past, these three abilities are more wonderful than the other. Renly attaches the most importance to, or is most worried about, the chaos mark, which is not even recorded in the system information, because it seems to be uncontrollable and has no beneficial effects except causing chaos.

The Warrior's Son ability is probably useful in battle, but it's impossible for him to encounter any battles in his childish appearance, and its prayer power doesn't seem to be that reliable.

Except for the first time when Renly said something to Tyrion, he said it seven or eight times today, but there was no feedback. Maybe this blessing is not obvious, or maybe it's useless to say it to himself.

The last psychic heart seems to be effective as long as it is a living thing, which means it is not limited to humans.

Renly thought about asking the servants to find him a few birds or other pets to try tomorrow morning, but he didn't have any expectations for it. After all, its description is to hear the voices of living things, not to communicate with them--

Simply hearing the "voices" of cats and dogs is obviously useless to him.

Apart from these gains, the knight profession that took him the longest time to obtain is also useless at the moment. He is only five years old at this time, and there are more than two months before his sixth birthday...

When he thought of this, the boy frowned unconsciously, feeling that it would be great if he could be reborn like the time travelers in the novels in his memory, and he would be an adult right away, so there would be no such troubles of growing up, let alone carefully disguising himself as a child.

"Life is not satisfactory, eight out of ten times."

Muttering, a servant brought a bucket of bath water outside, and Renly stopped thinking about it. He took off his clothes and soaked in it. The warm feeling from his body made him breathe a sigh of relief, and then he leaned against the bucket to relax his body and mind, feeling faintly drowsy.

Relying on the special blood in his body, he was not afraid of drowning, so occasionally when taking a bath, he would fall in it and sleep for a while without any worries, and then come out and go back to bed to continue sleeping when the water cooled down.

Because of his "special quirk", the maids would avoid him when he was bathing, and no one noticed the boy's specialness.

But this time Renly did not fall asleep, because when he was in a trance in the water, he suddenly saw a reflection on the surface of the bath water that should not exist.

The black reflection had a pair of blue eyes, squatting quietly on the edge of the bath tub, with a slender figure, and the shadow was reflected on the water surface...

This figure was very familiar, and Renly had even looked for it for a long time before. But it was also very strange, because in the center of its chest, there was a piece of gold and gray mixed with something that looked like scales...

Staring at the reflection in the water, he couldn't help but look up at the edge of the empty wooden basin, and then looked down at the black cat in the water that raised its paws as if to greet him, and Renly was full of confusion.

"Have you become a ghost?"

He stretched out his fingers and stirred the bath water. The reflection of the black cat also rippled continuously. It seemed to hear what Renly was saying. After hearing it, it tilted its head, as if a little puzzled.

It may not have realized what it looked like now. It opened its mouth and seemed to call a few times, but Renly did not hear any sound.

In a trance, the black-haired boy felt that everything he saw was a bit scary.

So he didn't care about bathing in the water. He jumped out and put on the satin pajamas prepared by the maid in advance, and then returned to the bathtub and looked down.

The cat had disappeared.

This made Renly speechless for a long time.

The moving chicken legs, the male dog in heat, the black cat that seemed to have disappeared but could be seen from the water, and the scales full of déjà vu...

Originally, Renly thought that the cat ran away by itself, but now it seems that it is not the case. But since it didn't run away, what did it encounter to become like that?

And the scales...

Thinking of this, the boy couldn't help but look at his left wrist. The black and white mark made him look dazed.

"Is it because of this?"

There was no answer. His mind was completely confused. Facing this supernatural situation, Renly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Obviously, he couldn't sleep well that night in this state, so when he had breakfast the next morning, the black-haired boy looked a little depressed.

"Renly, look at you like you saw a ghost. Did you marry a wife yesterday?" The young king at the head of the table laughed and teased. The blonde woman at the hostess seat opposite also smiled and glanced at the boy, but for some reason, her smile seemed very forced.

"I'm thinking about the chicken leg."

Renly answered, and Robert's smile faded. After coughing dryly, he said: "A child wants to do so much. There are so many weird things in the world. When I was in the valley, I saw a headless chicken walking back and forth. , much scarier than last night.”

I don't know if he was trying to comfort him or if it was really the case. Renly just said "oh" after hearing the words, said no more, and just spread butter on the white bread slices.

At this time, besides the king and his wife, there was Stannis at the table, but there was no need for this man to never speak. Cersei, who seemed to have a lively personality a while ago, seemed to be in a bad mood on her first day as queen, so the only voice at this breakfast was the nagging voice of His Majesty the King.

"Two days later, Duke Tyrell will set off to return to the Reach. Your safety is guaranteed with him, so I don't plan to send you an escort, but servants are indispensable, and there is still money - Tyrell said he They will be responsible for all your expenses in Highgarden. Their family is quite wealthy, but we Baratheons will not take advantage of him."

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"When you get there, make two more friends for me. The children of the Tyrell family are very suitable, and the Tully family of Horn Hill. I heard that Randyll's bastard wife gave him a son not long ago... I have a lot of objections to him, but it has nothing to do with you. You can go around when you have time, but you can't be as lonely as you were at Storm's End. Let me tell you, this is a task assigned to you by the king. Don’t take it seriously.”

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"By the way, Renly, you should be more diligent after you go to the Reach. Pycelle said that you have never studied with him. This is not good. You should study more at such a young age. You miss me." then……"

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"He's so nagging."

The black cat Balerion thought to himself. He lay down at the feet of the black-haired boy and looked up at the face of his little master sitting on the chair - he seemed to be listening attentively, but in fact he seemed to have something wrong. Resistant.

Seeing this, its fluffy tail couldn't help but sway, and it felt a little happy.

The black cat hates the man sitting in the first place. I don’t know why, but it always has the urge to go up and scratch his face to pieces. I just heard people say that the man seems to be the little master’s brother, so it has been holding back. manage.

Now seeing that his little master is also annoying him, he is really happy, but after looking at the little boy next to him, who he thinks is very beautiful, he feels very sad.

"Why has the little master been ignoring me for the past two days?"

Its little mind is full of doubts and even a little depressed.

That day, when he saw his little master sleeping deeply on the bed, he bravely jumped up and slept in his arms all night. As a result, the little master ignored him after waking up...

Is he angry?

The black cat thought so, and glanced at the boy's legs hanging on the chair beside him with its bright blue eyes. It instinctively wanted to rub against him to please him, but it remembered that its little master was bothered by touching him, so He had no choice but to meow weakly, trying to attract the other person's attention.

It's a pity that he still ignores himself.

So the black cat put his head on his paws in a depressed mood, feeling vaguely that he had fallen out of favor.

However, as a smart cat, it believed that it could never sit still and wait for death, so after lying down and yawning, it pretended to casually press a hard object under its paws to the ground and rub it, hoping that the noise would Let yourself attract some attention.

It was a pocket-sized knight's helmet, which seemed to be about the size of a palm. Black Cat found it at the banquet yesterday.

Last night there was a very strange pocket knight being chased by a dog and running around. He was shouting and seemed so scared that he accidentally dropped his helmet on the ground without even bothering to pick it up, so he crouched behind the little master. The black cat ran up to bite it and brought it back...

The cat's thinking made it feel that this was no big deal, but another voice in the heart always made it think that such a small and lifelike helmet seemed very precious, so the black cat kept biting it and walking around, treating it like Made a treasure.

But now, in order to attract the little master's attention, it no longer cares about whether it is precious or not, and concentrates on flipping its paws, hoping that some heartless guy will take a look at it.

Its behavior successfully created a lot of noise, and the sound of the hard pocket helmet rubbing against the ground was even louder than the annoying guy's voice.

It's a pity that he still ignores himself.

Black Cat increased his strength unconvinced.

So this pocket iron helmet just rubbed, rubbed, rubbed on the ground, and the sound of the checkered marble surface rubbing against the metal was clattering, clattering, clattering...

Don't worry, everyone, this book will be released on the shelves next Friday without any surprise...