Sure enough, the rat that received the cure started to heal, as evidenced by its movements. A day later, the wound started to show signs of healing. The other rat, however, got worse.
"This is something to celebrate to, Qyburn."
He felt the tall lord pat his shoulder. But too inspired, he just stared at the two rats. When he woke up from his thoughts, he turned.
"My lord, Archmaester Marwyn the Mage arrived yesterday. If you permit me, I would show him this cure. Not the method, of course. Only the cure. It will leave him with questions enough, and curiosity enough, to become interested in working for you."
He felt that was right. As Lord Wylis's maester, he wanted to help his lord grow in every aspect possible. Since Ramsgate needed talented men and women, he hoped to help in any way possible.
"Do it, but not within the castle."
"I understand, my lord."
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Ting!
[Hidden Quest Completed - God's Hand
Description - A Tyrant conquers, wins, but also nurtures. Your invention shall save millions.
Goal - Create the miracle cure.
Reward - Rock steady hands.]
Wylis had received that ping as soon as he had finished making penicillin, even before he tested it on rats. That was why he knew it was going to work. But this reward, in medical terms, he guessed it made his hands steady for operating on patients.
However, Wylis went upstairs and grabbed his bow and arrow from the armory. Then he went out in the courtyard and tried shooting a few arrows.
It works!
Wylis was already devastating on battlefields with a bow and arrow, but with this ability, his aim was absolute. The only chance he'd miss something was if the weather was intense or if there was a sudden obstruction.
Excited about everything, he decided to go and train his men that day. Arriving at the outer courtyard, he found the castle's gates closed as the dirty yard was turned into a private training field.
"Are you even listening to a word I'm saying? Do you want Lord Wylis to come teach you himself? He won't be half as kind as I am!"
Wylis heard Lyanna shouting at a group of archers learning to shoot arrows. She was quite good at it, and she'd taken the duty of teaching them. He hadn't asked her for it; she simply wanted to contribute to the fief.
Meanwhile, Ashara was holding a basic reading and writing class near a wall, using a chalkboard to teach the recruited men. It was his decision to make his standing army have basic literacy. He wanted to nurture the first batch to make the future inductions smoother.
Then there was Wenda, heavily pregnant and yet verbally instructing men wielding swords. Because of her rather successful career as a bandit, she was amongst the best swordsmen in his lands.
Truth be told, watching all of them working so hard to contribute to his fief warmed his heart and… his loins. He loved Lyanna, but he cherished each one of them with his heart. Even Ros was working for him, using her interpersonal skills to make a fief-wide information gathering network. It was meant to be basic, just to manage his lands.
Then there were Elia and Rhaella, who had chosen to take care of all the children in the castle. They had plenty of experience, and they treated Wylis' children as their own.
I'm one lucky bastard.
Just thinking of wanting to do something for them, he thought of something. Since the year was coming to an end, and he was expected to hold a feast for Robert, why not simply turn it into a festival?
This would've been the month for Christmas back on Earth.
He rubbed his chin, walking towards Chett, who was busy standing guard, overseeing the training field, and ensuring nobody dared mistreat the honorable ladies. The page took his duties seriously.
In the end, Wylis made up his mind.
My lands, my rules, what's stopping me from celebrating it here?
"My Lord." Chett stood at attention, just as Wylis had trained him.
"At ease." Wylis stood beside his page and looked out over the yard, where dozens of men trained. "You've done well with learning books. It's time you served as my squire in full. We'll hold the oathtaking once your sword arrives from King's Landing."
Chett froze in place in shock, jaw agape, eyes full of delight and adoration.
Wylis chuckled, patting his shoulder. "Shut that mouth now, or you'll outdo whores. Come then, let us spar. I'll show you a thing or two. And Small Paul."
Wylis eyed the giant boy. One look and he knew the boy was on the spectrum, and he honestly couldn't cure him. But he wanted him as a scarecrow, that was it. He didn't care if Small Paul chased butterflies in his free time.
And thanks to his greater height, Small Paul gave him respect by default. Illiterate and untrained, the boy knew how to say 'my lord' at every start and end of a sentence.
"My Lord?" Small Paul stepped forward.
"Watch Chett and me train. See how his feet carry him and try it yourself, nice and easy," He instructed the boy. "Be careful, don't go knocking into folk."
One flaw of Small Paul was that he didn't know his own strength. The boy could break someone's back by just giving a friendly hug.
"My Lord."
That was all that Small Paul said.
After that, Wylis started making Chett dance. The soon-to-be squire had big shoes to fill. The Tyrant's real squire couldn't be weak.
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Wylis eyed the blonde woman seated before him on the other side of the table. Genna seemed to have come prepared, as all her gowns were rather tight around her scandalous bust and child-bearing hips.
It wasn't that they hadn't tried to talk seriously during that past month. It was just that whenever they met, it turned into multi-hour-long rutting sessions. Thankfully, things were manageable now.
At least she's wiser than Cersei.
"What can I do you for, my lady?" He asked the voluptuous woman, focusing not on the revealing valley of her bust but on her soft face.
And right then, Genna leaned over, elbows on the table, her chin on her hands, eyes full of lust and need.
"Oh, you can do me however you like, my lord," She teased, chuckling. "But that might have to wait just a little longer. If I don't send word to my brother soon, he'll send half the Rock looking for me. And that brings us to why I came here, other than the most pressing desire for something of yours finding its way somewhere inside me."
This woman's insatiable.
Wylis held a calm look, nodding for her to continue.
"I told my lord brother what you said to me that day. About finding signs of gold, silver, and gems in the Westerlands. He's keen to expand the mines, and he's curious about what you might propose. Naturally, he will reward you. The only question left is what you want in return."
Pride's practically leaking from every word she says.
Wylis saw the signs of Genna's unwavering loyalty to the Lannisters. Even if her loyalty to him had reached a high ninety, he reckoned she wouldn't mind stabbing him in the back if he rose against her house.
Since this was a political discussion, he let go of all his feelings and arousal towards her. He sat up straight and looked her in the eye. "What do I want in return? More than the gorgeous treasure Lord Tywin has already gifted me?"
Genna just laughed with a genuine blush.
"My lady, what I need most are arms and ships. Arms, I can gather in time. Ships take longer. I ask for fifty in all, forty great cogs and ten three-masted carracks. They must come crewed, of course. I'll see the sailors paid."
He read her expressions closely. There was a sign of relief, as if fifty ships weren't much of a bother. Well, it did make sense since they were going to receive gold mines. Just a tiny fraction of it could buy hundreds of ships, let alone fifty.
"That seems reasonable to me. I'm sure my lord brother wouldn't mind it. Then, let us final—"
"Hold, my lady. There's been a misunderstanding. Those fifty ships are only to guarantee the mines exist, gold, and more besides. If you want the exact location, and I speak plainly here, I'll need more in return. I want shared rights to the new mines. Hear me first." He lifted a hand to still her. He wasn't so foolish as to think the Lannisters would ever treat him as an equal. Deeds or power mattered little to them. They would always see themselves as higher.
"I will give you the exact location of the mines. In return, you grant me, and ten of my men, consent to dig there as well, and to keep whatever we can pull from the ground with our own hands."
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