In the lands of Greywater Watch, Jojen Reed, the boy with green sight, joined King Robert's retinue and set off with the king for Winterfell.
Along the way, Jojen Reed had been observing Mufasa.
"What are you staring at me for? I know I'm handsome, but you're not a pretty lady, and I'm not Lord Renly?" Mufasa felt a little uncomfortable after being stared at so many times. After all, it's not a good feeling to be constantly watched.
He kept staring at him from up close, his green eyes seemingly trying to see right through Mufasa.
"Ser Mufasa, you will have a son in the future," Jojen Reed suddenly said.
His voice wasn't quiet, and those nearby all heard him.
Jaime Lannister heard it too and quickly came closer.
"Hey, crannogman kid, you say Mufasa will have a son in the future. What kind of son?"
"Blond hair and blue eyes, his name will be Simba. I saw you holding him, announcing to the world that he is your heir," Jojen Reed said.
"How old am I? Even if what you say is true, that's still a long time from now," Mufasa pouted.
"What else did you see, greenseer?" Mufasa asked grumpily.
"I am not a greenseer. In our North, one in a hundred wargs will have green sight, and one in a hundred with green sight will become a greenseer," he continued.
"This generation's greenseer is not me, and his position has long been decided," Jojen Reed said.
"Oh! Is this the legendary backroom deal!" Mufasa said with disdain.
"This is fate. Fate chose Bran…" He didn't continue.
Then Jojen Reed gave Mufasa a deep look.
"The greenseer will thank you for what you've done, Ser Mufasa," he said, then began to eat the frogs and lizards he had caught.
Looking at him, Mufasa thought even Bear Grylls and Ed Stafford couldn't compare.
"He eats so deliciously, I wonder if it tastes like chicken?"
Joffrey, standing nearby, swallowed hard, listening to the crunching sounds Jojen Reed made while eating.
"Little Joff, it seems you've lived too comfortably with fine food and clothes. Now you want to try different fare, don't you?"
Mufasa asked.
"Since you've found out, I won't hide it anymore."
Joffrey walked over to Jojen Reed and exchanged his roasted lamb leg for a roasted lizard.
He took a bite and found it truly wonderful, a taste he had never experienced before.
From then on, Joffrey and Jojen Reed also hung out together along the way.
"I can solve your lion's fur problem."
Jojen Reed saw that Joffrey's Storm's fur was always messy and unattractive, so he pulled out his own refined, unknown oily liquid.
"What is this?" Joffrey asked, looking at the bottle of green liquid in his hand.
"It's not wildfire, is it?"
"It's not wildfire. It's an ointment made from moss that can make anyone's or any animal's fur smooth and shiny."
After hearing this, Joffrey immediately led his Storm to a riverbank and began to bathe him.
Sure enough, once its fur dried again, it was no longer messy.
"Thank you, Jojen! Hahaha!"
Mufasa, having spent a long time with Jojen Reed, also learned his various stats.
"Name: Jojen Reed"
"Identity: Eldest son of the Earl of Greywater Watch"
"Occupation: Seer, Prophet"
"Strength: 9"
"Speed: 8"
"Spirit: 15"
"Intelligence: 14"
"Magic: 24"
"Talent: Green Sight, can see fragments of the past and future, an incomplete omniscient power."
"It seems his prophetic talent is indeed trustworthy, stronger than Melisandre's prophecies using fire to view the future."
Mufasa thought.
After passing through the marshland, snowflakes began to fall from the sky. The further north they went, the heavier the snow.
Mufasa looked at the heavy snow and thought of that poem.
"The scenery of the northern lands, a thousand miles frozen, ten thousand miles of snow fluttering!"
"Mufasa, come and have a snowball fight!"
Joffrey and the others started playing in the snow.
Because the road ahead was blocked by heavy snow, the soldiers were now shoveling snow, giving them time to play.
Mufasa was suddenly hit on the head by a snowball.
"Yay, I hit him!" Myrcella laughed.
Mufasa then molded two large snowballs on the ground and threw them at the group.
Everyone, including Jojen Reed, was playing wildly! Everyone's face was flushed from the cold, especially their noses, which looked just like carrots.
At night, Robert ordered the soldiers to cut down many nearby trees to make fires.
Mufasa performed a spark magic trick for Joffrey and the others.
"Is this fire magic? Big Brother Mufasa, you're so amazing!" Myrcella looked at Mufasa with adoration, her eyes sparkling with little stars.
"This is nothing, look at this?" A fire butterfly flew out of Mufasa's palm, then another fire butterfly, and many fire butterflies began to circle Myrcella.
She herself began to dance in the snow, following the fire butterflies.
"So beautiful!" Mufasa couldn't help but exclaim.
"Yes, my sister is beautiful, isn't she, Mufasa!" Joffrey asked.
"Indeed, but she's also my cousin!"
Melisandre saw that Mufasa's fire butterfly spell had reached perfection and called him over to begin teaching him new magic.
"The new fire magic is called the Firebird Technique."
Melisandre clasped her hands together, and then a small, fiery red bird, dozens of times larger than a butterfly, emerged from her palms.
"When the Firebird Technique is mastered, one can summon a thousand firebirds simultaneously, hence it is called Chidori."
Mufasa nodded, but in his heart, he was thinking, 'I've watched Naruto.'
The road to Winterfell was severely blocked by heavy snow. In the end, it was Melisandre and Thoros who together cast advanced fire magic to melt the snow.
Mufasa then realized that King Robert had actually brought Thoros along, but he wasn't wearing his red robes, so Mufasa didn't associate him with the Lord of Light.
"Melisandre, is Ser Mufasa the one you chose?"
After dealing with the snow problem, Thoros asked. He was now wearing golden robes, not his former red ones.
"He's not the one I chose, he's the one chosen by High Priest Benerro!" Melisandre said.
"When I left Volantis, Benerro wasn't High Priest yet. I didn't expect him to rise so quickly!"
Thoros asked.
"The Lord of Light choosing him as High Priest must have a deeper meaning," Melisandre said.
Thoros followed Melisandre over to Mufasa.
"Although it's not our first meeting, this is my most formal meeting with you, Ser Mufasa. I am Thoros, a priest of the Lord of Light."
A bald man with a beer belly and a kind smile said.
"I'm also very happy to meet you, Lord Thoros. I heard your magic is even superior to Melisandre's, I wonder if that's true."
Mufasa immediately began to check Thoros's various stats.
"Name: Thoros"
"Identity: Servant of the Lord of Light"
"Occupation: Priest, Prophet, Mage"
"Strength: 17"
"Speed: 17"
"Intelligence: 15"
"Spirit: 36"
"Magic: 58"
"Talent: ① Prophecy in Fire, can see the future from fire. ② Resurrection of the Dead, can bestow the grace of the Lord of Light upon the deceased to resurrect them."
Mufasa hadn't expected Thoros to be so powerful. His magic was higher than Melisandre's, and he had two talents, especially the second one, the resurrection of the dead. Raising the dead was an act against heaven!
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