Margaery was silent for a while, and suddenly realized that Gary was a Wizard. Wizard, like those Alchemists, mastered mysterious skills, and would naturally do things that ordinary people could not understand.
She tried to understand, "Is that stone really that important?"
Gary nodded with firm eyes, "It is very important, and it is the goal that I will pursue throughout my life."
In fact, the green Godstone is in his left eye. "Looking for Godstone" is just an excuse for him to deal with other people.
What he really wants to find out is the origin and purpose of Godstone, so that he may be able to find the correct way to use the green stone.
After more than five years of hard work, he has become more and more skilled in controlling Mana, allowing more Mana to flow in his body and completing more powerful Magic.
But these seemingly huge Mana are simply a drop in the bucket compared to the energy contained in greenstone.
Moreover, five years ago, Green Stone helped him calculate a nearly real virtual world (dream). It can be seen that in addition to being an "energy source" containing infinite Mana, Green Stone must also have other powerful functions.
It's just that Gary doesn't know how to use it now and can't open it.
Once he fully masters the power of this Godstone, he may be able to return to Earth.
As for another one Gary once said about becoming a god... you should probably think about it for a while, right?
Margaery was silent again. The aristocratic education she received since childhood made her unable to accept a husband who "does not do his job properly".
Gary saw through her thoughts and smiled without saying a word.
She has never seen the power of White Walkers, nor the terrifying combat power of Dragon, nor does she know how insignificant human beings are.
Little did they know that a few years later, the White Walkers army would invade the country, which would trigger a war between the living and the dead.
In the face of that deadly battle between humans and White Walkers, the civil war between humans competing for power and profit seemed very ridiculous.
The two of them were silent at the same time, saying nothing all the way.
night.
A bonfire was lit next to Roseroad. Gary and Margaery sat around the bonfire, minding their own business and eating the dried meat in their hands.
Margaery looked at the sword on Gary's waist curiously and asked, "Why does your sword have the House Targaryen clan emblem?"
Gary covered Dark Sister with a blanket, "It has nothing to do with you."
Margaery kindly reminded, "After all, it is House Targaryen's old thing. If it is seen by other nobles, it will definitely cause unnecessary trouble. You come with me to Highgarden first, and I will help you refit a set of hilt and scabbard."
Gary swallowed the dried meat and drank a sip of water from the kettle. "No need to bother. Any noble who has seen and knows this sword is either my friend or a dead person."
Margaery tilted his head and smiled, "So, I am your friend now?"
"For now." Gary threw the kettle to her, "Want to drink?"
"Thank you." Margaery took the kettle and took a few sips with a blushing face.
Gary It can be seen that Margaery seems very reserved in this strange environment. She seems to have forgotten her usual calmness, and her eyes are full of panic and uneasiness.
Gary suddenly felt that she was quite cute, "Is it your first time to spend the night in the wild?"
Margaery immediately straightened his waist and pretended to be calm and said, "Well, it was more interesting than expected. It was a good experience."
For a noble of her level, when traveling far away, they would always be accompanied by a special family guard to protect them. The journey would also be carefully calculated, and they would rest in small towns or villages with people along the way.
If they really couldn't find a place to rest, they would also set up tents for Margaery to rest while taking turns standing guard.
Unlike Gary this time, not only was there no one patrolling and guarding the area, there was not even a tent to sleep in. There were also howling wolves from the nearby woods, which made Margaery feel very insecure.
Gary suppressed a laugh, "Look, if you marry me, this will be your life in the future. There will be no fine clothes and fine food, no servants to serve you, and no guards to call you. You can only run around every day, eat and sleep in the open."
Margaery hugged his knees, tightened the blanket tightly, and chuckled, "But you are free, you can go wherever you want."
"Do you envy this freedom?" Gary added a few new pieces of firewood into the campfire and turned around to ask.
Margaery shook his head, "I don't envy it, because I know that this freedom is a luxury and requires giving up too many things. So compared to freedom, I am more reluctant to let go of my family and relatives."
Alas, why isn't he like this? If he could abandon his family easily, he wouldn't be so deliberate in wanting to return to Earth.
Gary looked at this beautiful Maiden and was filled with emotion.
If he were a king, then Margaery would be the only candidate for Queen. Margaery is good at winning people's hearts and can better assist the king. At the same time, Margaery not only knows how to mediate among nobles, but also has a strategic vision and can often formulate strategies that can change the situation.
It's a pity that beauty has a bad life.
In the TV series "Game of Thrones", Margaery had three marriages for the sake of the family, and all three times they were kings. And all three times... well, there was no good result.
Thinking about it this way, she is actually quite pitiful.
"Go and sleep on Carriage. Don't worry, I will send you to Highgarden safely."
Not far away.
The two knights of House Baratheon were taking care of Carriage, the horses and luggage. They were standing on the roadside, drinking secretly and whispering.
"House Tyrell's eldest lady is really proactive. Luke is so lucky."
"Blessed? Have you forgotten what King Your Grace told us before he left?"
"You mean... this, that's Wizard, I'm a little scared."
"Your Grace's order is very clear. If Lord Wizard chooses to join another family, let us kill him on the spot!"
"I... I know, but the eldest lady House Tyrell also has to be killed, right? It's a pity."
"It's a pity. If this were not the case, how would we be qualified to enjoy such high-end goods?"
"Hehehe, yes! You're right!"
The two whispered quietly, not afraid of being heard by Gary by the campfire. Of course, it was precisely because they kept a safe distance that they could be so unscrupulous.
However, just because they can't hear Gary and Margaery doesn't mean that no one else can hear it...
"Ehhhhh..."
The two knights heard the sound and were instantly alert. They drew their swords from their waists, stood back to back, and looked around cautiously.
There was no bonfire lighting on their side, and the visual distance in the darkness was extremely short. Although the two could not see it, they could clearly hear that something was rapidly trampling on the grass around them.
"What?" One of the younger knights was already frightened.
Another experienced knight reminded, "Listen to the sound, it is the footsteps of a beast... Be careful, it is coming!"
"Ah!"
"Uh... ah!"
In the darkness, two shrill screams sounded one after another.
Gary immediately pulled out Dark Sister from his waist and protected Margaery behind him.
Margaery jumped up in panic, no longer looking calm. She hugged Gary's arm tightly and asked in horror, "The two screams just now seemed to be those two knights. They were killed? What attacked them? Was it Wild Wolf? I..."
"Shut up! Calm down."
Gary looked in the direction of Carriage warily, the long sword in his hand ready to go.
Margaery Not wanting to sit still and wait for death, she tore off parts of her dress, tied them to a wooden stick, lit them on fire, and threw them into the darkness.
Want to scare away wild beasts with Flame? Well, she has a strong ability to adapt to changing circumstances, but unfortunately her strength is too weak and she cannot throw the torch far away.
The dew on the grass was heavy and was not ignited by this simple torch.
However, with the help of the firelight, Gary could barely see the invading animal clearly...
Damn! That black and white pattern, those big green eyes, why is it you again! Shadowcat!
Moreover, the walking posture of this Shadowcat is very strange. It seems that the right front paw is injured and it keeps moving forward with the right front paw on tiptoe.
Darling... isn't this the Shadowcat that was once possessed by Wind Spirit? It's not dead? It's back for revenge?
But the strange thing is that Shadowcat squatted there obediently. It licked the blood on its front paws and mouth, without any intention of attacking.
"Huh."
Just when Gary was confused, a gust of wind suddenly came from his ears.
A white figure fell from the sky and landed on his shoulder.