On the same salt-producing beach, Gavin stared intently at the data on the panel in front of him. He could naturally absorb one energy point every year. In recent years, he had rarely used energy points to improve his bloodline, but as he grew older, his bloodline awakening was still growing. However, Gavin could clearly feel that the speed of bloodline awakening had slowed down. He was afraid that in a few years, he would only be able to rely on energy points to improve his bloodline.
Most of the energy points he expended were used to improve his martial arts skills, and his swordsmanship was even raised to the master level. Moreover, through years of training and bloodline growth, his physical fitness has been significantly improved.
Looking at the energy points reserved on the panel, he began to carefully plan his future.
Gavin went to the Citadel with a clear and specific goal in mind. One was the magical books collected in the Citadel. He had magic power but it was difficult to turn it into real strength. Perhaps the Citadel could solve his predicament.
Another target was Maester Qyburn, who would later be expelled from the Citadel. The origin of this idea can be traced back to the Command function in his interface.
Two years ago, the family participated in the suppression of the Iron Islands rebellion, and Ser Edmond took most of the soldiers from the territory with him. The young men trained by Instructor Lane were formed into a squad and, along with some militia, were tasked with patrolling the territory. Gavin, the most capable among them, was appointed as one of the captains, full of confidence and anticipation, eager to test his leadership skills.
He had intended to use the Command function to enhance his teammates' abilities, but the result was deeply disappointing. The Command panel only displayed the names of his subordinates, followed by a message: "(This unit does not belong to you)." No matter how he tried, Command remained unresponsive, like a sleeping behemoth. This plunged Gavin into deep thought and doubt.
He carefully analyzed the various possible reasons and finally suspected that it was because these people could not truly swear allegiance to him, or that those who were being governed needed to possess magic in order to be recognized by the panel.
However, none of these ideas can be realized at present. After all, given his current status, obtaining a title or becoming a knight in a short period of time is almost an unattainable dream. Under these circumstances, getting these soldiers to follow him wholeheartedly and testing his leadership abilities is even more of a distant prospect.
After much confusion, Gavin finally decided to change his approach. If the living cannot pledge allegiance to him, what about the dead? This bold and audacious idea kept swirling in his mind.
Recalling the film, Qyburn resurrected the Mountain, turning him into a terrifying being who had almost lost his sense of self and only knew how to obey orders. Although the Mountain later seemed to regain some of his self, or rather, his obsession, this undoubtedly provided Gavin with a direction for solving his problem.
Gavin pondered this possibility repeatedly, increasingly convinced that it might be the key to breaking the current predicament. If he could master this ability to resurrect the dead and make those fallen warriors serve him again, he would no longer need to worry about the loyalty of his soldiers. They would execute his orders without reservation, becoming his most loyal and powerful force.
The idea both excited Gavin and filled him with a sense of dread. After all, it was a method that defied common sense and morality. But faced with his current predicament, Gavin felt he had little choice. He gritted his teeth and secretly resolved to find a way to acquire Cobb's knowledge.
Gavin followed the caravan, slowly embarking on the journey to the old town. Along the way, the beautiful scenery of the Reach unfolded before his eyes like a magnificent and colorful painting.
As far as the eye can see, the vast farmland resembles a green ocean, swaying gently in the breeze. The crops in the fields are lush and vibrant, showcasing the fertility and abundance of this land.
Five days later, at dusk, Gavin arrived in the old town, where the towering tower that seemed to pierce the sky came into view, standing over a hundred meters tall.
For Gavin's previous life, such a height might not have been surprising. However, this was the backward Middle Ages, and legend has it that the construction of the Tower of Babel was aided by magic. Now it seems that these legends are not without basis.
Gazing at the tower adorned with mysterious and magnificent patterns, Gavin's thoughts began to wander uncontrollably. A near-mad idea suddenly popped into his head: if this towering tower was indeed constructed using magical power, did it contain some mysterious magic? If he could touch its surface with his own hands, would he have a chance to obtain precious energy points? Once this idea appeared, it spread and grew wildly in his mind like weeds.
However, just a moment later, Gavin gave a helpless, bitter smile. He knew all too well that with his current status and position, trying to get close to the Hightower family's castle and that mysterious towering tower was simply a pipe dream. But just because it was impossible now didn't mean it was impossible in the future; sooner or later he would drain it dry. Gavin looked at the towering tower with anticipation.
Gavin quickly composed himself. He led his horse slowly through the streets of the old town, searching for a place to rest. Soon, he found a hotel that looked reasonably comfortable.
Entering the hotel, Gavin found a quiet corner to sit down, his body exhausted from the long journey. He beckoned to a waiter and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Give me a clean room, and some food and water."
The waiter responded and quickly arranged everything for Gavin. When the food was served, Gavin gave the waiter a few bronze stars, and while wolfing down his food, he asked the waiter about things in the Citadel.
The next morning, Gavin rose early, ate breakfast brought by a waiter, and then headed to the Citadel to enroll, carrying the letter of recommendation from Ser Edmund. Along the way, he attracted many stares; after all, in Westeros, silver hair and purple eyes were the hallmark of House Targaryen, the former owners of the Iron Throne.
The administrator who received Gavin was also slightly surprised by his appearance and specifically inquired about Gavin's background. After all, the Iron Throne's attitude towards dragons was currently very poor, and although the Citadel maintained neutrality, it did not want to cause trouble.
After reading the recommendation letter written by the nobleman, the management scholar was finally relieved. The letter detailed Gavin's identity and provided proof of it.
He then led Gavin toward the administration office, explaining as they walked:
"You need to pay 10 gold dragons for tuition each year. You can choose to study any subject that interests you. But you can only choose one subject in the first year."
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