Mufasa's luck had arrived with this draw; he actually drew the black jade joint repair paste. This was a miraculous healing medicine for broken bones!
"With this, even if Bran's legs are broken, he can still stand up again," Mufasa thought to himself.
He then looked at the other items.
Lighters, master keys, compound bows, Zhuge repeating crossbows, Beast-Faced Sky Devourer Armor, berets, Fangtian halberds, and bicycles were all practical.
Peking roast duck and Lanzhou pulled noodles were also edible.
As for the Energy Amethyst and Fire Spirit Stone, they had other uses.
The Energy Amethyst could provide powerful energy, saving Mufasa a lot of effort when refining gold, while the Fire Spirit Stone could enhance the flame power of fire-attribute exotic beasts.
As for the rebar, after being forged by a blacksmith, it could become a hundred-refined fine iron sword. Although it couldn't reach the level of a valyrian steel sword, it was still top-grade steel.
Finally, the Damascus knife had beautiful patterns, just like the patterns on a valyrian steel sword, but it had no magical enhancement.
Mufasa planned to find someone who didn't know its true value and sell the Damascus knife.
After leaving the room, the first person Mufasa saw was Melisandre.
"Ser Mufasa, Thoros and I both agree that the curse of Harrenhal is real, and with the return of the magical tide, this curse is also growing stronger. Bran's fall is a manifestation of this," she said.
"Then the House Hoare living here must be in a terrible state. Can they still live well?" Mufasa asked.
"I'm afraid their good days are numbered. No one can long occupy Harrenhal; it chooses its own master," Melisandre said.
"Should we go and warn them?" Mufasa asked.
"You should first resolve Bran's matter! Lady Catelyn has always had a poor attitude towards you, and now you've become her greatest enemy," Melisandre said.
In a room in Harrenhal, Catelyn and Eddard were looking at Bran, who was pale and still unconscious on the sickbed.
"It's all Mufasa's fault, it's him, he not only killed Jon Arryn, but also wanted to kill my Bran."
"Eddard, we should take revenge!"
She said with a fierce glint in her eyes.
"Cate, this was just an accident. Sansa and Arya both said that Bran climbed down himself. And Mufasa even had Heraka go save Bran in the end."
"It's just that there were too many people below, and Heraka was a little slow."
Eddard Stark was still relatively rational. He didn't believe in the curse of Harrenhal; he only chose to believe it was an accident.
Mufasa came to the stables, where he called over Little Fire and Scarlet Ember Fire Dragon Colt.
"Little Fire, here's something good for you."
Mufasa took out the Fire Spirit Stone and fed it to him like an apple.
Little Fire chewed the Fire Spirit Stone into pieces and swallowed it all. Immediately, a wave of heat emanated from his body.
Mufasa couldn't help but retreat more than ten steps.
When Mufasa saw Little Fire again, he was still the same as before, but he started breathing fire from his mouth.
"You've learned to breathe fire!" Mufasa happily mounted Little Fire, feeling the heat emanating from the horse beneath him. Even going Beyond the Wall, it could keep the rider warm.
Mufasa rode Little Fire to the House Stark's quarters.
Jon Snow, Sansa, and Arya were all outside the room, worried about Bran. Seeing Mufasa, they all looked over.
"Mufasa, Father and Mother are inside! Mother seems to have been scolding you. You should wait until she leaves before going to see Bran!" Sansa Stark said.
She was very worried about her mother and Mufasa clashing again.
"I've brought a miraculous medicine this time. Please inform them, and also ask the Maester to come," Mufasa said.
Soon after, in the room, the Maester carefully examined the black jade joint repair paste.
"This item seems to be a secret medicine. Although I don't know its formula, I have some confidence in its effect; it can heal Young Master Bran's injuries," the Maester said.
"Really? Can Bran truly recover?" Catelyn asked.
"Yes, but how to use it will depend on Ser Mufasa."
Mufasa, facing everyone's gaze, explained the method of use.
"Break all of Bran's legs into fragments, then apply the black jade joint repair paste, and he will get a pair of even stronger legs."
"Break them all? This...?" Eddard Stark felt a little reluctant.
But at this moment, Catelyn agreed decisively. She looked at Mufasa with burning eyes.
"You must do it yourself. If Bran cannot recover in the future, I will kill you by any means necessary."
"My Lady, Bran is my friend, I will naturally save him," Mufasa said.
Then Mufasa took out a ram's head hammer and began to break Bran's leg bones one by one. Afterward, he applied the black jade joint repair paste to Bran.
"He will recover in three months! King's Landing has the best medical conditions! It can completely ensure Bran's health," Mufasa said.
"That's for the best."
After Mufasa left the room, he suddenly felt hungry. He took out the Peking roast duck and Lanzhou pulled noodles and found a place to eat.
"So fragrant! What is that smell?"
Arya followed the scent and found Mufasa.
"Mufasa, what are you eating?"
"Eating!" Mufasa said.
"I see you're cooking for yourself! If you have good food, why aren't you sharing it!"
With that, Arya reached out to snatch Mufasa's duck leg.
She snatched one duck leg away.
"How does it taste different from what I've eaten before? Who roasted it?" Arya asked, blinking her bright, lively eyes.
"Aegon the Dragon King roasted it. He roasted all of Harrenhal back then, and all the ducks here were cooked. They flew everywhere, and I caught one, hahaha!" Mufasa laughed.
Arya pouted, not believing a word he said.
She sat on a large stone on the ground and looked at Mufasa, asking.
"Is King's Landing fun?"
"It's fun, but it seems they don't allow keeping wolves!"
"You have a super big lion, don't you? Why aren't wolves allowed then?" Arya said.
"Generally, Heraka stays outside the city and doesn't enter. I can control Heraka, but can you control Nymeria?" Mufasa asked.
"That's a bit difficult. She's getting bigger and sometimes disobedient in crowded places."
"That's because she feels threatened! Someone might be coveting her fur," Mufasa said.
"Where do you keep Heraka?"
"South Mountain Nursing Home," Mufasa said.
"Can our wolves be kept there too?"
"Please, help us out! Ser Mufasa!" Arya said, pulling Mufasa's hand hard.
"Yes! But when there are many people, they must be kept in iron cages. There are only old people there, and if wolves come, they won't be able to run away," Mufasa said.
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