Chapter 53

"That's right."

The old jazz didn't wear armor today. He just wore a gray cloth robe and his face was slightly gloomy. Then he nodded.

"So..."

Wesselis, on the other hand, walked a few steps in front of the throne in a daze, and his eyes lost focus slightly.

He recalled the last time he saw his mother. At that time, Queen Leila's mental state was very bad. She often saw and heard, and then went crazy for no reason, shouting, angry or crying.

At that time, wesselis thought that his mother was slightly insane because of her pregnancy and a series of previous stimuli.

But now it seems... All this is probably man-made.

"Mother... Shouldn't have died..."

"Really, sir."

Wesselis stopped very abruptly, then turned his head and asked the old jazz standing beside him.

Sir Jeffrey's face was gloomy, and he did not answer wesselis's question, as if he had acquiesced.

Queen Leila should not have died. Although the woman was hit one after another, she was very strong.

She and the "mad king" have been married for so many years. She has been abused many times and has not been tortured crazy. How can she suddenly collapse and become insane at this time?

And wesselis tried to remember what would happen in the future if he followed the original track.

The mental state of the real wesselis is also slowly becoming abnormal, grumpy and distorted. Even the mild danilis will burst out crazy after being stimulated.

"So... Is that so?"

Wesselis stood still, staring at the sky and sea behind the seat in a daze.

He should have thought of it before.

But he didn't think of it.

Both wesselis and queen Leila took hallucinogens and became crazy and irritable under the influence of hallucinogens, and danilis in her mother's abdomen may also be affected by a little medicine.

But now.

Wesselis was also given a lot of hallucinogens by the acting mayor of Longshi island. However, wesselis did not have crazy symptoms. He only occasionally had some hallucinations.

For example, last night, sitting on the conqueror's throne in the table hall, looking at the map of Westeros, following the route that AEGON I had taken, I recalled the story about the war that the old bachelor had told him.

Finally, the shadow of this war loomed in my mind, as if I really saw it on the spot.

Now, I'm afraid hallucinogens have played a role, and wesselis has fallen into his own fantasy.

But it is also obvious that wesselis eats more hallucinogens than queen Leila, but the effect of this poison on wesselis does not seem to be great.

Wesselis only had some mild symptoms of auditory hallucinations and visual hallucinations, and did not have mental disorders such as his mother.

The old jazz stood beside the throne and looked at wesselis standing in his place. He was in a daze and couldn't bear it.

This situation is really cruel.

It may be acceptable to say that queen Leila died of dystocia, but she should not have died.

Even it should not have been like that, but because someone has tarnished the honor, the indiscriminate means of poisoning a pregnant woman and a child has led to such an end.

The old jazz's gray head was blown by the wind and took a deep breath.

A despicable usurper, he wants to tear each other to pieces.

But now there's one more important thing

"Your Majesty."

There was silence in the table hall, and after a long silence, the old Sir finally took the initiative to break the silence and opened his mouth.

"Maybe you should find a doctor to diagnose your current physical condition."

There are no bachelors on Longshi Island, and ordinary people can't get the care of bachelors like nobles and rich people, so they usually have to turn to local doctors and midwives and their knowledge of herbal medicine.

In fact, the medical skills of Westeros are not good.

This also shows how valuable it was for the old bachelor to live to 80 years old.

They can boil and take herbs or apply them externally for ordinary and simple diseases and wounds.

Sword wounds are disinfected by some extreme means, such as boiling water, mill fire or fire milk. The latter two are directly burned at the wound.

If the wound has begun to decay, maggots can be used to eat the rotten limbs and then bandage them. It can also be done to sew the wound when necessary, and ointment containing mustard seed, nettle and bread yeast can be applied to the wound to prevent infection.

But these must be supplemented by poppy milk and sleeping wine, which can be used together with similar drugs to paralyze and relieve pain.

If there is no poppy milk, we need to use the physical coma method. Of course, this method will not be used in extreme cases.

These are all for the treatment of diseases and wounds. There is only another way for wesselis to deal with this situation now

That's bloodletting.

Scholars and doctors believe that if you are poisoned, you should remove the venom from the body and cut where you should.

When the venom has penetrated into the blood, it needs to be bled. Release the venom out of the body, and the pure blood will fill the original position again, so that it can be detoxified.

When wesselis heard Sir Jeffrey's words, his cheek twitched slightly, as if he thought of his bad memory, and then he refused directly and decisively.

"No, sir."

"I feel very good now. There's no need to bother the doctor."

Then, without giving Sir Jeffrey a chance to speak, wesselis spoke again.

"I think you know."

"Only drunkards, illegitimate children and women from free-trade city states will use poison as a weapon."

Wesselis looked directly into Sir Geoffrey's eyes, burning anger in his eyes, and the old Sir did not know why he was disturbed by this pair of lavender eyes.

"The same."

"I know you think a just king should not abuse his punishment without permission, even if he is a sinner identified by the seven gods."

"However, I don't want you to continue to stop me next..."

Then wesselis passed the old Sir and stepped down from the main seat.

At the same time, his left hand held the sword handle tied around his waist, and his other hand pulled out the short sword that was only a little longer than the dagger.

Clang——

"Because there's one thing I have to do myself."

It was a sharp short sword with a cold light shining on the blade. Wesselis held the handle tightly. His face was cold without the slightest temperature.

"Mmm, mmm -"

The illegitimate son, who was bound and lying on the ground, saw the lovely silver haired boy approaching.

There was a look of horror in his eyes.