Teresa put it into her skirt, sat by the bed, and thought about it seriously, "The origin of Primal Stone? Heavenly Father once said that Primal Stone is a dead world that retains the power of the ancient gods. But Lord of Light also said that Primal Stone is a new world that is being nurtured, containing infinite possibilities."
She is just a clone of Heavenly Father. Although she can share part of Heavenly Father's memory, she cannot clearly see Heavenly Father's true thoughts hidden deep in his heart.
Gary touched his left eyelid and asked in surprise, "A world?"
Teresa asked suspiciously, "I dare say that in this world, the creature that knows Primal Stone best is Auricela. Didn't she tell you the origin of Primal Stone?"
"No..."
Gary recalled an incident. Both his other self and Mother of Dragons said something to themselves, "They said that I can do anything with Primal Stone."
Teresa pursed her lips, "Of course you can use Primal Stone's magical power to do many things, instead of just using it to play with ice cubes like you do now."
Gary drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, "Do you know Valyrian steel? I once saw a... um, Primal Stone energy was Crystal ized, and then embedded on the top of the forging hammer... uh, can you understand what I mean?"
Even though he spoke incoherently, Theresa still understood what he meant, "You want to Crystal the energy of Primal Stone and then embed it in a hammer? To be honest, it is impossible to do it before you truly become a god. Because the essence of Primal Stone is divine power, not the diluted divine power you have been using - Magic power."
"If you cannot master divine power, it is impossible to transform Primal Stone's divine power into Crystal."
Gary was sluggish for a moment, then sighed, "It seems like I can only postpone forging Valyrian steel."
Teresa felt very strange and asked, "Luke, have you forgotten? I am a god, and I can help you transform Primal Stone's divine power into Crystal."
"Really? You can do it?" Gary almost threw away the wine glass in his hand and turned around and said excitedly.
Teresa nodded disapprovingly, and then said, "It's not just a matter of divine power Crystal, I can also help you improve matters related to believer Magic."
She frowned and looked at Gary with disgust, "I have seen your blessings, which are superficial and rely entirely on the believers to realize them. As their Mana source, you can control this power and let the believers gain different abilities."
"For example, various elements Magic, or obtaining special abilities of animals, instead of simply strengthening the believer's body..."
King's Landing, Red Keep The shooting range on the east coast.
Gary came here with great concern and stopped to watch the shooting training of the Holy Fire Tribunal.
As of today, the Tribunal of the Holy Fire has received forty corrugated steel flintlock rifles. The number of these guns is not enough to be distributed to more than 500 female shooters, so every thirteen people are issued a corrugated steel flintlock gun, and each person only has about one hour of training time per day.
There is no consumption problem with the corrugated steel flintlock gun, and there is no risk of exploding the barrel, so it can be used all the time. However, the Blackfyre powder consumption rate makes Alchemists' Guild complain again and again.
You must know that more than 500 female shooters fire thousands of bullets every day, and the amount of Blackfyre medicine required can be imagined.
Tysha, who was supervising the shooting training of his subordinates here, turned around and saw Gary at the entrance of the shooting range, and shouted, "Stop shooting! Everyone gather!"
Tysha led more than 500 "judges" and bowed their heads to Gary, "Welcome Your Majesty."
This was the first time for more than 500 female shooters to see Luke·Stark, who was called the "Dragon King" by the outside world. They all raised their heads curiously and took a peek at Gary.
Gary came to his senses and walked into the shooting range with a smile. He came to Tysha and said, "I'm here to bless the Holy Fire Tribunal."
His left eye could see more than five hundred Faith Thread, floating densely in mid-air.
"Yes!" Tysha turned around and asked his subordinates to line up and receive the blessings from Gary one by one.
Gary raised his hand and touched the corners of Tysha's eyes, "If you're not busy, I'll bless you first."
Tysha asked doubtfully, "Have you forgotten, Your Majesty? You have already blessed me, Ice Magic..."
"Hush, as the commander of the Holy Fire Tribunal, you still need a pair of eyes... the eyes of an eagle." A faint green ribbon spilled from Gary's right hand, covering Tysha's eyes.
Tysha's eyes changed accordingly, the whites of the eyes disappeared, the irises turned orange, and the pupils continued to enlarge.
She felt that she could see very far away, and her eyes slowly focused. On the wooden piles hundreds of meters away, the clear bullet holes quickly zoomed in, as if they were right in front of her eyes.
"Your Majesty! I... seem to be able to see things very far away."
Gary looked at his human right hand, thoughtfully, "Thanks to your efforts, Supreme God can break the shackles and give more divine power to believers in the world."
He stayed late at the shooting range and blessed each of the Holy Fire Judges twice. Not only did he give them Magic named "Eagle Eyes", but he also strengthened their bodies.
In the middle of the night, when Gary left the shooting range, he actually met Tyrion at the door.
Tysha would not give Tyrion a good look, "Go away, disgusting Lannister."
Tyrion said shamelessly, "I heard that you will go to Dorne with His Majesty tomorrow... Well, I have prepared some new clothes and new shoes for you."
He didn't wait for Tysha to refuse, and then said, "These are the clothes from Dorne, which are very suitable for you to hide your identity."
Tyrion not only prepared clothes for Tysha, but also for several other ladies. It's just that Tysha has five pieces, and the others only have two.
Gary accepted Tyrion's kindness on behalf of Tysha, "Thank you Hand of the King for your help. It's getting late. Please give the clothes to Commander Tysha and we will return to Red Keep as soon as possible."
Tysha and her Holy Fire Tribunal have been living in a shooting range cabin on the coast and are not stationed at Red Keep.
She dragged the wooden box from Tyrion to the door, "Your Majesty, please go slowly."
"Let's go." Gary nodded, then urged Tyrion.
Tyrion smiled awkwardly and said, "Your Majesty, I also want to say a few words to Commander Tysha..."
Gary joked, "Be careful, don't go too far. I don't want to hold a funeral for you tomorrow, understand?"
He folded his sleeves with his hands, climbed the stairs alone, and walked towards Red Keep.
Tysha turned around to leave and sneered, "There is nothing to talk about between us, just go."
"Wait a minute!"
Tyrion signaled Tysha to wait a moment, and then opened the box in front of her.
I saw that the box was not only filled with clothes and shoes, but also a new flintlock pistol and a bag of ammunition.
Tysha picked up the corrugated steel flintlock pistol, "Valyrian steel, it must have been made by His Majesty. This should be the first corrugated steel flintlock pistol. How could it be in your hands? You stole His Majesty's gun!"
"No, no, I didn't steal it. His Majesty gave it to me. He felt that I was too weak and urgently needed a flintlock pistol for self-defense, so he gave me the first flintlock pistol." Tyrion danced and explained anxiously.
Tysha threw the flintlock pistol and ammunition bag to Tyrion, "Since it was given to you by His Majesty, you should keep it well. How can you easily transfer it to others?"
"You are not someone else, you are my wife." Tyrion wanted to put the flintlock pistol and ammunition bag back into the wooden box, but was pushed down on the beach by Tysha.
"Boom!"
Tysha covered the wooden box with force, then picked it up, "Lord Hand, your wife is dead, please come back."