Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 23 Making a Puppet

"But I need a lot of it. Can you give it to me at this price?" Gavin seemed a little embarrassed and said with a hint of embarrassment.

"I wonder how much quantity you want, sir? If it's a large transaction, I'm afraid I can't make the decision." The manager said with embarrassment.

After a moment's thought, Gavin replied, "I want 50 copies of this material."

"Well, sir, 50 copies is not a problem, but I'm afraid that my current inventory can't get that many. I can only get you 7 copies in total. The others are missing some materials. I will immediately transfer the goods to you. We have a treasury in the old town, and we will definitely deliver them to you before the end of the tournament." The steward hurriedly replied. After seeing Gavin agreed, he called a servant and gave him a few instructions. He invited Gavin to sit down and said, "Please sit down for a while, the goods will be delivered soon, and I will extract the gold royals for you first."

Gavin and Tommen led a caravan of horses and hurried back to the camp. As soon as they arrived, a group of soldiers who had been waiting for a long time enthusiastically helped to unload the boxes. Soon, two huge boxes were carefully unloaded into Gavin's tent.

This time Gavin brought back a full 10 gold dragons. Excluding the 3 gold dragons that Tommen and other soldiers deserved, Gavin alone had as many as 7 gold dragons. This was undoubtedly a staggering amount of money, and the huge amount was enough to make everyone look sideways.

After placing the box containing 3 gold royals in the open space in front of the tent, Gavin found a few veterans with high prestige and organized the distribution of the money.

Many soldiers who won the bet immediately gathered together and happily divided the money. Their faces flushed with extreme excitement, and everyone's face was filled with irrepressible joy, with the corners of their mouths raised high, revealing an extremely bright smile, and they kept saying some words of praise for Gavin.

Gavin, who had obtained the materials, had an anxious light in his eyes, and could not wait to experiment with the blood witch puppet. It happened that a gladiator who had competed with him in the morning died of serious injuries.

Thinking of what he had asked Tommen to inquire about before setting off, Gavin pulled Tommen aside with a serious look and asked in a low voice: "What did the other party say about the question I asked you to ask just now?"

"I have asked those two captains. The three of them just happened to be hired together. The dead gladiator was not a companion of those two. They said they would not take the body away and asked us to help bury it." Tommen replied quickly.

Gavin couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief after hearing this, and said slowly: "Go find a carriage later. After all, we fought side by side, so it's better for me to bury him myself."

When Tommen heard this, his face was instantly filled with surprise, and he said with admiration: "Captain, just let me do these things, why bother you to do them yourself."

After hearing this, Gavin shook his head slightly. Without further explanation, he said firmly, "Do as I say. Tell me when you are ready. Let's get this done tonight."

Although Tommen was full of doubts after hearing this, he did not question Gavin's decision. He lowered his head and responded, then turned around and hurried to prepare.

Gavin watched Tommen's back gradually disappear from his sight. Without any hesitation, he immediately turned around and strode into the tent, and began to prepare the materials for the ceremony in a hurry. In the middle of the night, everything was silent. Gavin was alone, driving a carriage to the depths of an uninhabited forest with the faint moonlight and the swaying torch in his hand.

He found some excuses, refused Tommen's help and companionship, and came here alone with the body.

The dead gladiator was called Dasio, who was the one who used the scimitar in the previous competition with Gavin. Dasio was agile, very flexible, and his sword was very fast, but it was a pity that he died here for a generous reward and bonus.

Gavin took off all of Dasio's clothes, and a wound deep enough to see the bone, which pierced his abdomen, suddenly appeared before his eyes. The wound was hideous and bloody, and it was obvious that this was the fatal cause of his death.

With the flickering light of the torch, Gavin began to draw runes on the corpse. He was fully focused and careful, fearing the slightest mistake. Beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

Finally, after two tense hours, Gavin finished carving the runes. After checking again and again to make sure there were no omissions, Gavin breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off his head.

Then, he took down the simple blood transfusion device that he had prepared in advance from the carriage. It was a device made of a flexible cowhide water bag filled with liquid medicine and a thick cow blood vessel. Compared with the infusion tube that Gavin had used in his previous life, it was extremely crude and crude.

In Gavin's previous life, if such a crude device was used to treat illnesses, the patient would probably die faster. Fortunately, this is a world full of mysterious magic, and its function is only to temporarily replace the blood wizard's ability to control blood, thereby helping Gavin achieve the purpose of blood transfusion.

At this time, the sky was already pale, but Gavin, who had not slept all night, was more energetic and not sleepy at all. When the medicine was almost injected, he pulled out the dagger without hesitation and cut his wrist. In an instant, a large amount of blood flowed into the water bag like a flood. Gavin silently calculated the dosage and endured the strong dizziness caused by the rapid blood loss.

Finally, feeling that the amount of blood was sufficient, Gavin quickly took out a small bottle filled with liquid medicine from his arms, dripped his own blood into it, shook it a few times, and drank it all.

What’s amazing is that the wound on the wrist healed at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye. In less than a minute, the wound on the wrist was completely healed without even leaving a scar.

Gavin couldn't help but feel deeply moved when he saw the effects of this magical potion. Unfortunately, once the magical blood was added, the potion's shelf life could only last for a short thirty minutes, otherwise he would have made some more as a backup.

Gavin stared at the slow infusion of blood, praying silently in his heart. Given the current state of the magic tide and the opportunistic method he used, he had little confidence in whether this ritual would be successful.

Suddenly, a large amount of black blood gushed out of Dasio's wound, which was a clear sign of a successful blood transfusion. Gavin hurriedly placed his hand on the corpse's chest, concentrating and waiting for the moment when the black blood stopped flowing.

(End of this chapter)