The stars and moon hang upside down on the smooth, mirror-like sea, and the boats rippling with the waves are like a baby's cradle.

Gently coaxing everyone on board to sleep.

Samwell suddenly felt a call from the sky.

There seemed to be something attracting his mind in the dark night sky.

He ran upwards.

It was a leisurely stroll at first, then it became faster and faster, running higher and higher. The cool sea breeze whistled in his ears, as if whispering something in a low voice.

But no matter how hard he ran, he couldn't get closer to the sky.

Samwell suddenly stopped and looked down——

Then he saw the sea surface reflecting the entire starry sky, and the small ant-like ship above.

I'm flying!

Samwell finally realized this.

He swooped down suddenly and flew across the sea.

The steep ridge suddenly rushed into view, and the red rocks were like sharp claws stained with blood, making his heart beat faster and unable to control himself.

call--

He plunged into the forest.

Countless fresh smells rushed to his face instantly, including squirrels hiding in tree holes, wild snakes hiding in shrubs, and tigers rising alertly in caves... This suddenly gave him an instinctive urge to hunt.

Fortunately, Samwell suppressed this impulse and continued to move forward.

The woods and hills stretch continuously into the distance until the end of sight and smell.

Samwell was immersed in the wonderful experience he had never experienced before and couldn't extricate himself.

The mountain wind suddenly became restless, and the trees gradually became sparse.

A huge weirwood suddenly appeared in front of him.

The lush branches and leaves blocked the sky and the sun, which actually gave him a faint sense of fear.

The next moment, the huge and ancient human face carved on the weirwood suddenly opened its eyes——

boom!

Samwell suddenly woke up from his bed as if struck by lightning.

"Huh-huh-"

He gasped for breath and realized that he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

This dream... is so real.

Samwell calmed down and found that he was no longer sleepy.

After getting up and taking a drink of water, he opened the hatch and came to the deck.

The night was dark and only the gentle lapping of the waves could be heard.

Samwell walked casually on the deck, thinking about the dream just now.

Turning a corner, he suddenly discovered that there was another person in front of him——

Natalie.

The girl leaned over the side of the ship and looked up at the crescent moon in the sky. The soft starlight shone on her face, outlining the beautiful outline.

"Can't you sleep either?" Samwell walked over and asked.

When Natalie turned around and saw it was Samwell, she immediately turned her head again, snorted softly, and ignored him.

"Huh? You're still angry about what happened yesterday."

Natalie snorted again, still not intending to pay attention to the hateful man next to her.

"Do you know why I don't take you to the Dane family's castle?"

Natalie didn't groan this time, and seemed to want to know the answer to this question.

However, the arrogant little girl did not want to take the initiative to ask.

"Because you are so beautiful." Samwell said with a smile.

He still knows how to coax a woman.

Sure enough, Natalie was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned her head to look at Samwell, and then immediately turned away:

"Liar!"

"As a knight, I never lie." Samwell lied without blushing or heartbeat.

Two red clouds appeared on Natalie's little face. She turned her head coquettishly and asked in a low voice:

"Why can't you enter the castle if you are too beautiful?"

"Why did you and your mother always wear veils?"

"In order to block the coveting eyes of those men..." Natalie seemed to understand mid-sentence, and pouted, "Then I can also put on the veil again and follow you."

"That's too rude." Samwell shook his head: "And what qualifications do you have to wear a veil in front of the men of the Dane family? Do you really think of yourself as a princess?"

Natalie lowered her head in grievance, but she also knew that the other party was telling the truth and stopped arguing.

But a hint of sweetness suddenly arose in my heart.

He is afraid that I will be snatched away by the Dane family. Could it be...

no, sorry!

He is a noble lord and I am just a savage. It is impossible for us!

Not necessarily...I heard that there was once a master in Gaoyin City who fell in love with a female savage...

The little girl's heart was suddenly filled with complex emotions such as joy, shyness, worry, etc.

Before Samwell realized that his casual coaxing words had caused the little girl next to him to stage a wonderful and bloody love drama in his mind.

"By the way, have you Crow Tribe been there?" Samwell suddenly pointed to the shore and asked.

"Ah?" Natalie was still immersed in the story she was weaving and didn't react.

"Haven't you been following in the footsteps of the old gods? Do you have any impressions of that mountain forest? Is there a huge weirwood tree inside? There is a human face carved on it, was it you who carved it?"

Natalie looked at the direction pointed by Samwell, and after looking for a long time, she shook her head hesitantly:

"I don't remember going there, and I don't know if there are weirwood trees there. However, our Crow Tribe is not the only one who believes in the old gods in the Crimson Mountains. It is probably the savages from other tribes who carved human faces on it."

Samwell was a little disappointed.

"Why did you suddenly ask this question?" Natalie asked curiously.

Samwell let out a long breath and said:

"I just had a dream. In the dream, I seemed to be able to fly, and I happened to fly there and saw a weirwood tree."

After hearing this, Natalie's expression suddenly became a little strange.

Samwell noticed this and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"I had a similar dream when I was a kid."

"Then what?"

"Then..." Natalie suddenly stopped talking.

But Samwell seemed to understand something.

He suddenly remembered that Young Master Bran of the Stark family in the original book had had a similar dream.

In the dream he seemed to be a direwolf.

Shapechanger!

When consciousness enters an animal's body, isn't this the ability of a shapeshifter?

Samwell suddenly understood.

Could it be that his consciousness just now possessed a bird?

But why do I suddenly have this ability?

He remembered that only the descendants of the ancestors could have this ability, and it seemed that they must be believers in the old gods.

Samwell suddenly thought that he had eaten a lot of ghost grass during this period, and his mental attributes had increased to 1.75.

Could it be because of this?

It seems that what he guessed before was indeed correct. The attribute of spirit is related to the mysterious side.

Although he is not yet able to freely control conscious animals, as his mental attributes continue to grow, he should be able to become a true shapechanger.

In addition, Samwell also noticed that Natalie was hesitant to speak just now.

This made him suspect that the little girl next to him might also be a shapeshifter.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and happened to meet Natalie's eyes looking at him.

Their eyes met, and a hint of panic suddenly flashed in the little girl's purple eyes.

"I...I'm sleepy, go back to sleep, good night."

Before she finished speaking, Natalie seemed to be running away.
Chapter completed!