In a spacious hall, there were two rows of bookshelves along the wall, several small tables, and dozens of books scattered on the ground.
A brown-skinned girl with disheveled curly hair was writing something at a desk, flipping through a book on her left hand as she wrote.
At the small table on her right, a silver-haired girl with a noble face was carefully reading a book. The content of the book should be related to history.
Next to the scattered books, a little girl with a sick face was happily picking up a book, looking at the cover, and flipping through a few pages before carefully putting the book aside and picking up another one to continue reading.
Next to the little girl, a little black dragon was jumping between the books, flapping its wings from time to time, or flying directly over the brown-skinned girl's head to watch her write.
Bran's eyes were fixed on the little black dragon, and as he moved, the little dragon, which had just flown from the ground into the air, suddenly stopped in the air, and then suddenly turned its head to look at him.
[If you dare to look here again, I will kill you! ] A childish voice came from the little black dragon, and a huge, ferocious dragon head suddenly appeared from the void, pressing down on Bran with a huge pressure.
Hiss!
Bran's palm moved away from the heart of the weirwood tree as if he had been electrocuted. He felt a sharp pain in his eyes. He raised his hand and wiped it. His hand felt sticky. Through his red eyes, Bran saw that his hand was covered in blood.
"My eyes!" Bran cried out in horror, gasping for breath.
"What did you see?" Brynden was shocked when he saw the tears of blood flowing from Bran's eyes, and asked anxiously.
He had originally intended to have Brando try something new, but he never expected his eyes to turn out like this.
It was not easy to get Bran to accept the inheritance and drink the weirwood seed porridge to awaken the ability of the greenseer. If he went blind and couldn't stand, he was afraid that Bran would never recover and his greenseer talent would be wasted.
"I... I'm looking at a little black dragon." Bran wiped his eyes twice with his sleeves, and finally felt relieved when he found that he could still see. He said after a moment of hesitation.
"Black dragon? Didn't dragons become extinct long ago?" Brynden was more surprised to hear what Bran said than to see tears and blood in his eyes.
"Dragons have been reborn, and I saw that little black dragon on the way here," Bran answered honestly.
"I have very little divine power left, and I can barely guide you here. I didn't expect that the real dragon would reappear in the world. What happened? Tell me." Brynden said after calming down his fluctuating emotions.
After Bran learned that he could see everything he wanted to know, he wanted to see the little black dragon he had seen before, and find out why he wanted to kill him.
He didn't expect that even though he saw it, he would be discovered by the little black dragon and seriously injured. Now he can only tell the three-eyed crow Brynden about seeing the little black dragon, hoping to get an answer from him.
"You said he had the intention to kill you at that time?" Brynden asked with a frown after hearing about Bran's encounter with Drogon. He didn't think that Bran had any illusions at that time.
The Greenseer had a keen intuition, and even if he had not officially awakened at that time, he would never make mistakes in his perception.
"Tell me what you found after meeting him, including what you saw just now!" Brynden would not be at peace even if he died until he found out the reason why the little black dragon wanted to kill Bran.
Seeing Brynden's serious expression, Bran didn't dare to hide anything. This was concerning his life. He told him how he felt when he met Drogon and everything he had just seen.
"You said you felt a powerful pressure from him, and it was stronger each time. How is that possible?" Brynden seemed to be asking Bran, but also seemed to be muttering to himself.
As a green prophet, he is much more powerful than an ordinary priest, so how could he feel such strong pressure from a little dragon? If the dragon grows up, there is still a chance, but it is still in the larval stage, how could Bran, the green prophet, feel such strong pressure? Even causing his eyes to shed tears of blood.
Could it be? Brynden thought of a possibility, but he didn't dare to believe it. However, this was the only way to explain the pressure Bran faced and why the little dragon wanted to kill Bran. He must have sensed something.
"That little black dragon said he would see him 'again'. Could there be other green prophets who have looked for him?" Bran reminded Brynden when he saw his expression change from uncertain to normal.
"Greenseers are so rare. I'm very lucky to find you before I die. How could there be other greenseers?" Brynden looked at Bran and said with emotion.
There was one more thing he didn't say. If he hadn't used some means, he might not have been able to see Bran even until his death.
"Who else could spy on the little black dragon?" Bran couldn't figure out who else had that ability besides the Greenseer.
Bran thought that Brynden, the green prophet, had just heard about the rebirth of the true dragon for the first time, and he should not have lied to him about this matter.
Brynden did not rush to answer Bran's question. Instead, he looked ahead and thought for a while before saying, "You should know that this world has old gods and new gods. In addition to them, there are also the Lord of Light, the God of Darkness, the Thousand-Faced God of Braavos, the Drowned God of the Iron Islands, the God of the River Rhoyne..."
"We worship the old gods. The dark god is also called the cold god. The white walkers you see represent the cold god."
Bran didn't expect that not only were the stories of the old lady he had heard since childhood true, but there were even so many things he didn't understand.
"Are they all true?" Bran still couldn't believe what Brynden, the Three-Eyed Raven, said.
Brynden looked at Bran and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he was still a child after all, and still refused to believe that they really existed.
"Although their followers do not have the green vision like us, some of them can also glimpse a hint of the future through other means. There must be other gods who have noticed the abnormality of the little black dragon."
"Why can he sense me?" Suppressing his shock at the existence of the gods, Bran asked the question in his mind again.
"Dragons are the most powerful beings in this world. Even the gods are helpless against them. Besides, you have just awakened the Greenseer, and your abilities are still very weak." Brynden explained helplessly.
"But he is so small!" Bran felt very unwilling after being threatened by a little black dragon twice.
"He is different from ordinary dragons." Brynden comforted him, remembering the suspicion in his mind.
Brynden was afraid that Bran would be hit too hard and would have a trauma in his heart after he had just accepted the inheritance of the Greenseer and awakened the Green Vision.
Seeing that Bran was about to ask more, Brynden quickly added, "You'll find out later."
After he finished speaking, he said to himself in his heart: "Alas... I'm afraid I won't be able to rest in peace."
Thinking of that possibility, Brynden couldn't help but worry about Bran's future and the inheritance of the Greenseer.
"The dragon race has a powerful heritage. You have just awakened, so don't snoop into it casually. Moreover, some powerful beings can interfere with reality from the Green Sight. You must be careful in the future." Brynden had to warn Bran because he was afraid that Bran would become ignorant of the world after becoming a green prophet and use the Green Sight at will.
With the bloodstains still on his face, Bran could only nod silently.