Chapter 83 Swamp Marigold

Looking at the sincere face of Sam Crabb, Rhaegar had mixed feelings.

This man is really persistent and swears allegiance to him wholeheartedly.

Then I thought about it.

If the forest witch's notes really record magical knowledge.

Not only will the shadow monsters be dealt with, but you can also try to learn some magic yourself.

Just ask the world, who doesn’t want to master weird magic?

Rega took a breath and said solemnly: "Master Sam, the content in the note is really helpful. I will consider your previous request."

"Yes, Prince."

Sam looked surprised and said seriously: "The glory of a hero shines on you. I have a hunch that you will be the new hero of the Crab Claw Peninsula."

"hope so."

Rega smiled faintly and said thoughtfully: "The shadow monsters are constantly growing, and we don't have much time left. It is important to check the notes of the forest witch first."

"Lord Sam, time is urgent. I can ride the dragon and return to Whispering Castle. Can you tell me where the Forest Witch's Notes are?"

Sam answered without hesitation: "In the basement of the castle, you can ask Yara for help. She knows where the notes are."

"Very good, I'll leave immediately."

Rhaegar focused on dealing with the shadow monster, and the negotiation ended.

Warn Trengle to restrain the wildlings outside the city walls, and fly the Glutton to Whispering Keep on the south coast.

…

At full speed, the glutton arrived safely in just ten minutes.

The giant dragon landed in front of the gate of Whispering Castle, and the guards stepped forward to salute.

Sam's children came out of the castle to greet them. Rhaegar briefly said hello and found the girl Yara.

After explaining his purpose, Yara still didn't react.

However, the daughter of the Peninsula was not a pretentious character and led Rhaegar into the castle basement.

The basement is divided into two floors: light and dark.

Pass through the light layer and enter the dark layer.

Ga-da——

Yara lit the oil lamp on the basement wall, and the candlelight illuminated the dim environment.

This basement level looks particularly gloomy.

There are piles of various belongings and boxes.

In the corner, there is a desk.

It was crowded with skulls.

"This is it, Prince."

Yara spoke softly, walked to the desk, and lit a thick candle on it.

Faced with such a strange scene, Rega felt a little conflicted.

Resisting the discomfort, he came closer and found a wooden box on the desk.

Yara took out a key from a skull and unlocked the wooden box.

Inside the wooden box is a thin, yellowed book.

Yara carefully picked up the book, held it in both hands and handed it to Rhaegar.

Rhaegar reached out and took it.

As soon as he took it, the soft touch made him excited.

It's not ordinary paper, it should be parchment paper.

"Let's go out first, prince."

Seeing that Rhaegar didn't like the dark basement, Yara said thoughtfully.

"Okay, let's go out first."

Rhaegar did not refuse.

…

As he walked, Rhaegar looked through the notes of the forest witch.

Reading the messy small words above, Rhaegar frowned more and more.

The writing is indeed in Valyrian.

But it is different from the traditional High Valyrian language of House Targaryen.

This is a mixture of common Valyrian and various dialects interspersed with Common script and unknown scripts, written together.

Thanks to Rhaegar's proficiency in Valyrian.

I can barely read it.

If it were anyone else, I would be dizzy after just reading a few lines.

"Natural magic...the flower of life...the whispers of the dead..."

When he walked out of the basement, Rhaegar had already read the few pages of the book.

The book roughly records three types of magic spells and some knowledge of natural magic.

He only understood one of the three spells.

It’s the [Whispers of the Dead] where the forest witch resurrects the head.

There are two other types, one is the shape-shifting technique in which humans control animals.

This requires talent and ordinary people cannot learn it.

The last one is to sense nature and listen to the sounds of vegetation.

It also requires extremely high natural magic talent.

Learning these two kinds of magic requires a lot of knowledge about natural magic.

Rhaegar had difficulty deciphering this book, and it was even more difficult to learn it.

"Fortunately, the whispering of the dead is relatively simple. It does not require special talents. It only requires special materials."

Rhaegar murmured softly.

This magic requires a special material, the Flower of Life.

The powerful vitality of the flower of life is used to maintain the incorruptibility of the head, and the memory of the deceased is awakened through magic spells.

Memory is not consciousness.

This also means that the resurrected head is not the original living person.

Just a puppet who keeps talking and has no intelligence.

The forest witch makes many puppet heads in this way, asks them about their life experiences, and obtains richer knowledge from them.

"What a despicable magic!"

Rhaegar's brows knitted together, feeling very repelled by this kind of magic.

What he wants is the flaming sword and the fireball thrown by the staff in the story...

Or a way to kill shadow monsters.

Not evil magic that steals the memories of the living.

"No wonder the school rejects magic. This kind of thing is really depraved."

Rhaegar was a little disappointed and handed the book back to Yara.

"Is the content in the note not what you want?" Yara asked.

"Precious magical knowledge, but not suitable for me." Rhaegar shook his head.

Having said that, he still thought of a way.

Shadowbinder's head is still in Dreadhole Keep.

If this head is resurrected, maybe we can find a way to fight the shadow monster.

Rhaegar asked: "Miss Yara, do you know about the Flower of Life?"

He memorized the curse of the dead.

To cast this magic, you also need the necessary material Flower of Life.

Yara looked strange, pointed to the family flag hanging high on the wall of the living room, and said: "Prince, our family's emblem is also known as the Flower of Life."

Rhaegar looked back and saw the vivid swamp marigolds on the banner.

It was a golden flower, rooted in the swamp mud.

"This is the flower of life. I thought it was an ordinary swamp orchid." Rhaegar said in surprise.

Yara smiled and said: "The appearance of swamp marigolds is similar to that of swamp orchids, but the color is very different from the production environment."

"Some people believe that swamp marigolds grow in the mud and have strong vitality and unyielding will."

"So, its other name is also called the Flower of Life."

"Where can I find one?" Rhaegar asked.

Yara shook his head and said: "Swamp marigolds are extremely rare. They are only produced in decaying swamps. They disappeared from the eyes of the world more than a hundred years ago. We all thought they were extinct."

"I will ride the dragon to search in the swamps of the peninsula. Is it possible to find it?" Rhaegar did not want to give up this method.

"The peninsula is vast and sparsely populated, and half of it is swamp. If you ride a dragon across the swamp, you might be able to find the flower of life that is difficult for ordinary people to see."

Yara did not throw cold water on the situation and put forward her point of view objectively.

"That's good. As long as it's not completely extinct, we can always find it."

Rhaegar was very confident in himself and the dragon.

"Put your notes away. The forest witch is indeed a being who masters natural magic."

Rhaegar reminded kindly.

Today’s third update, I wish you all a happy day and long-lasting happiness.

I saw the feedback from book fans about the battle between Glutton and Vormithor and Silverwing.

The author has slightly improved it, and interested friends can refresh and read it again.