The atmosphere in the small bedroom in Meige Building was particularly quiet. The two boys in the balcony area were lying in front of the window and staring down. They didn't say anything for a long time, and their expressions seemed to be scared.

They finally glanced at each other.

"Why did the chicken legs you brought move?" The black-haired boy asked the other party first.

These words made the blonde boy who was already shocked and he replied blankly: "I don't know, it is familiar, but why does it move?"

"Is this castle really haunted?" Lan Li said in contemplation.

Tyrion couldn't help but feel tightened when he heard this. He couldn't wait to retract his gaze that looked out the window, and said stutteringly: "You want to call a guard?"

"It's better."

Lan Li nodded, her little face was serious: "But I don't think they will believe what we saw."

Tyrion nodded in agreement, his face turned pale.

Then he became a little restless when he sat back on his original position, and his eyes always glanced at the half of the roasted castrate left in front of Renli. His expression seemed full of fear, but there was also a sense of curiosity brewing in his eyes.

In this case, Lanley didn't have the time to eat more, so he moved the stool under him a few steps, pointed to the food on the table and said, "This chicken is weird. I think we need to send it to Bachelor Paischill, maybe he can know why its legs move."

"I'll just take it out." The blonde boy suddenly said, "and I'll go and ask our bachelor's degree. Madam Paichel is busy with weddings recently and there's no time to go."

"Okay, but you have to be careful, maybe the remaining half of the chicken will survive."

Lanli kindly reminded.

Tyrion gritted his teeth and nodded, then stood up, tremblingly picked up the plate and prepared to say goodbye. Lan Li suddenly thought of something again, so when he sent the other party to the door, he spoke: "I hope the warriors will give you courage, Tyrion."

The other party's expression on his face became more serious when he heard this, but his slightly shaking hands suddenly stabilized. After nodding hard at Lan Li, he quickly walked along the corridor.

Lan Li watched the other person's back disappear thoughtfully, then shook his head and closed the door.

Then his eyes looked at his left wrist.

The roasted chicken legs ran away like this. This seemed to be a very worthy point to the little devil, but Lan Li couldn't help but suspect that it was her own reasons.

Because he used a chicken leg grabbed with his left hand, and on this left hand, there was a "tattoo" called the Chaos Mark.

"confusion……"

Frowning and observing the sign on his wrist, Lan Li was not sure what was going on. He raised his hand to touch the door and wall, and nothing special happened.

He was unconsciously in a daze.

The girl's intimate smile is still vivid in my mind. Lan Li couldn't help but have some questions that she didn't dare to think deeply about before.

What is the Son of Chaos?

This problem seems like a fog.

At first, Lanli believed that this title meant that Raya had something to do with him, and that he was in chaos.

Although this suspicion has many incomprehensible places, it is barely reasonable. After all, according to the original history, his series of actions after entering the dungeon did lead that history to another trajectory, which is chaotic.

Moreover, the girl involved seems to be able to match him regardless of her appearance or background.

But now looking at his wrist, Renly suddenly stopped thinking about it like that.

What is the Son of Chaos?

Really his own "child"?

Or are some other creatures formed by the power he cannot understand?

Is the meaning of the Son of Chaos a Son of Chaos a Son of Chaos or the Son of Chaos a Son of Chaos?

What does the so-called chaos represent?

The question that extends is, what exactly is the historical copy?

Is it another parallel world?

Or a past in the world?

...

The simple Eggs were enough to make Lan Li feel strange. Although he had used this to comfort himself with a fantasy world, the appearance of this mark, which did not exist in the system information, suddenly became confused.

This so-called reward is compared with the tone given by many rewards. The eggshell that swallows insects is similar to the Donne. He has a talent for writing that he knows nothing but can inexplicably learn... All kinds of inconspicuous but crucial clues emerge at this moment.

Obviously, Raya cannot be just a freak born from eggs, and the girl who has a lot to do with dragons cannot be just his "daughter".

Then what is she?

What is the so-called right path?

What's going on now?

He stood there with a gloomy face and thought for a while. Finally, he sighed, feeling his thoughts were messy, so he tried not to think about these things, but his eyes couldn't help but sweep towards the books in the corner of the balcony.

After a moment of dazed, the black-haired boy walked over and put it away and put it back on the table. Then he sat on a chair on the balcony, looking at the castle and the sea outside the balcony, feeling familiar and unfamiliar.

Lan Li was in a bad mood, but it was not because of those problems.

After experiencing time travel and reincarnation and shuttle copy, he has actually become accustomed to many problems that cannot be understood, and he does not have the idea of ​​insisting on figuring out. After all, he knows too little, and he still can't figure it out.

He just regretted that he left in a hurry and did not have time to say goodbye.

...

I met Tyrion again on the morning of the second day of the chicken legs moving, which was the day of Robert and Cersei’s wedding.

Because it was a copy that was entered while the time was before the brother's wedding, even as soon as he came out, Lan Li had no time to rest or relax his body and mind, and did not have much time to study his own new abilities, but had to devote himself to various busy events.

At this time, the city of King Landing was extremely noisy. The common people were talking about the wedding that was about to begin today. The noble lords were busy wearing various decent dresses and dresses under the service of their servants, and preparing their own gifts.

His Majesty Robert's wedding was held in St. Belle Cathedral at the top of the Visanian hills in the city. However, on the eve of the holding, a breakfast banquet was held in the Red Fort.

The main participants in the banquet were the members of the newlyweds and the Knights of their respective lords. At this moment, they all gave gifts to the king, including exquisite jewelry, gorgeous belts, pure gold cast gold spurs, and various practical or impractical daggers.

The new king was crowned for a while, but his hobbies had already been widely circulated. In addition to drinking and having fun and fighting, Robert Baratheon especially liked to collect daggers, so the existence of this thing among the gifts seemed to be particularly large.

Although Lan Li was young, she wanted to give her a gift. He originally thought that he would search for some random things in his "trash can" and just give it to her. After all, no one would care about what he gave.

However, the court chief manager took the lead in thinking about this for him, so the gift given by Lanli turned into a pure gold cloak, which was not very expensive, but not cheap.

However, giving gifts is not the only thing Lanli has to do today.

The middle-aged court chief with a big nose was always nagging in his ear, constantly reminding the boy of his tasks in the following wedding.

In fact, that's nothing, it's just a cloak for the cheap guy and a scattering of flowers for the newlyweds.

But even so simple, the royal housekeeper still seemed to be uneasy, which made Lan Li quite impatient.

So when he saw Tyrion mixed in a group of blonde Lannisters, he suddenly stepped towards the other party, ignoring the nagging housekeeper behind him who regarded him as a three-year-old child.

"Good morning, Tyrion."

As he approached, he greeted the other party, and the ugly boy dressed in a decent manner also returned the gift in a stern manner. After negotiating with a blond man holding his hand, he ran to the corner of the breakfast banquet with Renley.

For some reason, this little devil from the Lannister family looks a little weak

Lanli asked curiously, so the Duke of Tywin, who was talking to His Majesty the King, whispered: "Father took the chicken to feed the dog."

His tone was a little sad.

"Why?"

"Because he said that I saw the chicken, it was like a beggar who saw a golden dragon."

"Didn't you send that chicken to your bachelor's?"

Lanli asked "strangely".

"I originally wanted to send it, but then I wanted to see if it would come alive, so I didn't send it."

Tyrion said, as if he was afraid that Lan Li would blame him for not keeping his word, so he changed the subject and said, "I later discovered it by my father, and then, I even said a few words to him."

It seemed that the last chicken leg incident brought their relationship closer. The little guy in front of him looked a little cheerful, but he was quite depressed.

He said that, and glanced at the bald middle-aged duke's father again, obviously still scared of some of the situations he had faced before.

Seeing his cowardly look, Lan Li couldn't believe that he would talk back to his elders. This made him unconsciously think of what he said to the other party when he parted yesterday, so he couldn't help asking: "Why should he talk back? Did he say too much?"

“It’s not too much…”
Chapter completed!