"Old horseman? Attacking soldiers? Did the soldiers bully him because of his physical strength?" Davion asked doubtfully.
Vereword quickly denied. "No, absolutely not, I guarantee it with my reputation as a knight. Although the soldiers used to be stragglers, they are still very disciplined after my training!"
Davion asked:
"What's the reason for that? Have you investigated clearly?"
Vereword shook his head.
"What else are you investigating? I feel like he's just gone crazy."
Pia retorted from the side:
"Uncle Torrhen is not crazy. He is also an old man Harrenhal. He was not crazy when it was so difficult in the past. Now he is rich and can even eat meat every day. How could he be crazy?"
Vereword looked at Pia.
"You're not crazy? How could you do such scary things if you're not crazy?"
Vereword turned to Davion and described the scene to him.
"Sir, you don't know that my guards tied him up originally. They didn't want to do anything to him, but the old man suddenly became stiff and stuck there like a piece of wood. No matter how hard the soldiers pushed him, he couldn't move!"
"There was also a scary, weird laugh coming from his mouth! The laughter was hoarse and high-pitched!"
"It's like someone is grabbing his throat and forcing him to laugh. That sound is so scary!"
"At that time, I wanted to lock him in the room quickly and let the bachelor come and take a look. Unexpectedly, the old man smiled and smiled..."
"He actually chewed his own tongue!"
"When I saw that scene, my back was immediately covered with goosebumps. It was so weird!"
"Chewed? Isn't that a bit too unfamiliar a word?"
Davion was chewing his elbow. After hearing what Viri Wode said, he subconsciously stopped moving.
"Why don't you just chew it!"
"He chewed it like a piece of jerky!"
"Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth and dripped down his chin to the ground."
"But there was always a smile on his face. From beginning to end, that smile never changed."
Pia said with a trembling voice:
"Uncle Torrhen's eyes and expression were completely different at that time! His eyes were full of begging!"
"He is begging us, but we don't know what he is begging for. Is he begging us to save him? Or is he begging us to kill him?"
Willie Wode waved his hand and denied, "His eyes are not as weird as you said, why didn't I see it?"
"After the old man swallowed his tongue, he rushed out without us paying attention, hit the wall, and died on the spot!"
Davion thought for a while.
"It's really weird! Pia, is there really something wrong with his head?"
Pia shook his head firmly.
"Absolutely impossible! When I saw Uncle Torrhen in the morning, he was still in good spirits and even asked what he wanted to eat for lunch!"
"And the look in his eyes was really painful at that time! So I suspected..."
Pia looked at Davion and did not dare to continue talking.
Her reaction made Davion confused, and Davion quickly urged.
"Pia, come on, tell me, don't hold back! What do you suspect?"
Pia pursed his lips and said, "I suspect... it's the curse of Harrenhal that's at work!"
Willie Wode sneered, waved his hand and said, "What kind of curse? It doesn't exist at all."
Davion stopped Viri Wode and asked calmly:
"Pia, go on, why do you have such suspicion?"
Pia thought for a while and said:
"This matter should start after you leave Harrenhal, my lord."
"At that time we had money and everyone was very happy and didn't pay attention at first."
"But gradually, some people reported to me that they often have nightmares when sleeping!"
Viri Wode smiled disdainfully, "What's wrong with nightmares? My soldiers also have dreams occasionally."
Pia looked at Willy Wode and said angrily:
"Of course it's nothing to have nightmares, but the contents of their dreams are almost the same. Isn't it strange?"
"They always dream about the same thing!"
"Harrenhal is burning! Fire spurts from the top of the tower, and thick black smoke covers the sky!"
"In their dreams they could smell burning meat and hear people screaming in the walls..."
"And in the following time, more and more people are dreaming, and Uncle Torrhen is one of them."
"Some people also say that when they are working during the day, they always hear someone whispering in their ears."
"I couldn't hear what they were saying, but they just kept chattering. It was like a group of people talking on the other side of the wall, but there was nothing on the other side of the wall."
"Everyone says... it's the ghost in Harrenhal who is causing trouble."
"Then what happened to Uncle Torrhen. And then... Sir, you came back."
Viri Wode and Pia did not know that this was a low-magic world, they only thought that magic only existed in legends.
Davion knows, he knows that there is magic in this world.
The White Walkers north of the Great Wall, Red Priestess's vision of fire, Greenseer's gaze across a thousand years...
These are real forces.
In such a low-demon world, it is definitely not a coincidence that such a large-scale and weird event occurs.
Perhaps it is the terrain structure of Harrenhal itself that naturally forms a magic circle!
Maybe someone is targeting him secretly!
But who has this ability?
In this era, there are only a handful of beings who have the ability to cast spells to affect so many people.
"Night's King and Three-Eyed Crow are both far away from Beyond the Wall. It is impossible for them to exert any influence on me... right!"
Or... a believer of Lord of Light?
After thinking about it, Davion felt a little unsure.
"Is it really an environmental problem?"
"It is true that many of the previous Harrenhal lords died due to mental problems..."
"No, we need to check it carefully!"
Davion looked at Maester Tosmiu.
"Bachelor, I leave this matter to you first. You don't have to find out the reason why it happened. You just need to find a way to let these servants have a good sleep!"
"I'll take care of the rest! Don't use poppies or milk."
Davion is a little too careless. Milk of the Poppy is very expensive. It is just to relieve the nightmares of the servants. It is a bit too luxurious.
"Yes, my lord."
The two bad things tonight did not affect Davion's mentality at all, nor did they dampen his appetite.
After drinking and eating, Davion slowly returned to Kingspyre Tower's dormitory.
A few days ago, he always had a female companion to sleep with him at night, but tonight he was alone, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep.
My mind is in a mess, thinking about how to completely solve the hidden danger of House Leygood tomorrow.
While thinking about all the weird things that have happened in this castle recently, the more I think about it, the more sober I become.
Davion stayed up thinking about it for a long time, and it wasn't until late at night that he fell asleep in a daze.
In the midst of chaos and trance, everything around was silent, and an old and distant whisper quietly lingered in my ears, gentle and ethereal, as if it came from the depths of the years:
"Sleep, child, sleep!"