Grand Maester Pycelle wrote a letter in Stannis's tone, based on his understanding of him. After the ink dried, Mufasa checked it, confirming it was foolproof.
He was about to leave the Grand Maester's Tower.
Grand Maester Pycelle seemed to recall something and called out to Mufasa.
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"Ser Mufasa."
"What is it, Grand Maester?" Mufasa asked.
"A friend of mine, also a Maester of The Citadel, has come to King's Landing. He particularly enjoys studying magic. Could he perhaps study your Black Coffin?"
"Who is that person? It wouldn't be Qyburn from earlier, would it?" Mufasa said.
"No, it's a Doctor named Marwyn."
"Alright, bring him to The Red Keep to find me in a few days."
---
Mufasa returned once more to the Brothel where The Onion Knight was staying.
He put the resealed letter back into his pocket.
A day later, The Onion Knight woke up, found himself in a Brothel, and immediately jumped up.
"Oh dear! Ser, what's the rush? It's still early!" a gaudily dressed prostitute said to The Onion Knight.
"Damn it, where are my things? Where are the things I was carrying?" he asked.
"They're scattered all over the floor, aren't they?" the prostitute said.
The Onion Knight didn't bother getting dressed and immediately started searching on the floor.
Finally, he found the letter in his pocket.
"Thank goodness, the letter is still here, and hasn't been opened."
The Onion Knight finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Was it Mufasa who brought me here?" He looked at the prostitute.
"Yes, he was a handsome Young Gentleman! Hehehe!" she laughed.
"Where is Mufasa?" he asked.
"I heard they are performing a ritual; the priest of the lord of light is preparing some kind of sacrifice for his god."
---
The Onion Knight eventually found Mufasa.
He was currently watching Melisandre and Thoros reciting prayers together.
Several bizarre-looking statues were being thrown into the fire and burned.
Around them were many people looking dispirited—some were singers, some were bishops, and some were maesters.
They had been suffering greatly recently, dreaming of a Terrifying Existence in the Deep Sea, unspeakable and unnameable.
"Lord of light! Rhllor! We sacrifice this Foreign God to you, who is rebellion, sin, and death."
"Please purify him with the holy flames! Protect those who believe in you."
Melisandre said.
Thoros, standing nearby, pulled a bottle of green wildfire from his robes and threw it into the pyre, immediately causing a much larger flame to erupt.
---
Mufasa watched from the side, unable to detect anything amiss, until Bran arrived.
This was Brandon Stark's first time leaving the house since his legs recovered.
"Bran, your eyes!"
Mufasa looked in surprise at Bran's moss-colored eyes; his eyes had become the same as Jojen Reed's.
"Greensight, a new ability I acquired! Mufasa, even with Greensight, I can't see the true appearance of the existence beneath the deep sea, but it is a Great Terror." Bran first pointed to his own eyes, then spoke with a worried look.
---
At night, he entered the body of a crow and patrolled the vast sea, only sensing that the terrifying existence beneath the massive waves was far more frightening than the Others Beyond the Wall.
He couldn't see clearly what it was, only a silhouette.
It had an octopus head covered in tentacles, a pair of bat wings on its back, and arms as sharp as razors. It sat upon a massive stone.
It seemed to be thinking, or perhaps sleeping.
Fortunately, the seawater could isolate its power, preventing it from directly controlling humans on land, so it could only interfere with the consciousness of some people through dreams.
Especially those who are religious, thoughtful, or artistically inclined are easily disturbed by it.
Certain particularly intelligent people, or those who make a living on the sea year-round, are also easily disturbed by it.
---
Just as the two priests of the lord of light were about to finish their prayers, a sea breeze suddenly arrived, carrying a fishy smell, and extinguished the flames.
Both Melisandre and Thoros turned pale.
"Impossible, Rhllor actually lost in a contest against the Foreign God. What exactly is that existence?" Melisandre's expression was extremely grim.
"It seems that existence absolutely exceeds our imagination. He is definitely a godlike being," Thoros said.
"But don't worry, we can still contact Rhllor; He is fine. His power will grow stronger once the Red Comet descends," he said.
---
However, those tormented by thalassophobia seemed to feel much better, and they thanked the two priests of the lord of light.
Maester Qyburn still wanted to conduct research, so he went elsewhere with a few people to discuss it.
Syrio also returned to continue teaching; Joffrey had been slacking off lately.
Margaery also greeted Mufasa and went home.
---
Mufasa also returned to The Red Keep, no longer paying attention to The Onion Knight's subsequent actions.
After all, he had done his best; if King Robert still found out about Cersei and Jaime, it could only be fate.
Mufasa returned and continued his alchemy.
His technique was becoming more proficient; he had already refined ten thousand gold coins, but he still needed more. He couldn't slack off.
After refining silver into liquid gold again, he poured it into water to cool, obtaining new gold, which he then forged into gold lion coins.
Mufasa picked up a gold lion coin that was still warm, gazing at the pattern on it.
"The future depends on you! Money isn't everything, but you can't do anything without money."
---
When Mufasa slept that night, he had dreams again, dreaming of many things concerning other people.
Including the Tourney at Harrenhal, the Siege of Storm's End, and the burning of Lannisport.
But at the end of the dream, he dreamt that he came to a certain sea area.
It was the deep sea, and the surroundings were obscured from view; there wasn't a single fish.
There was only a feeling of dead silence, and Mufasa in the dream remained conscious.
"My Dreamwalker ability seems out of control! Where is this? Why does it look like the place described by those suffering from thalassophobia?"
---
Mufasa was carried away by the ocean current, arriving in front of a palace.
The palace was constructed entirely of massive stones, but unfortunately, it was submerged in the deep sea.
It would have been magnificent on land.
"What is that?"
Mufasa saw a strangely shaped statue.
He wanted to swim over to look at it, but found he couldn't get closer.
He tried hard to swim forward, but the space ahead seemed endless; he simply couldn't reach it.
---
Mufasa finally managed to make out a bit of the statue's appearance, which instantly woke him up.
When Mufasa woke up, he found he was completely drenched.
Cold sweat was pouring from his entire body.
"That thing... it was C, Cthulhu!"
Mufasa closed his eyes and began to recall.
He definitely hadn't mistaken it; that was the appearance of Cthulhu.
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