11 Chapter 11 - Potion
After a few moments in my room, I heard the sound of carriages arriving.
Leaving and going towards the carriage I saw my father greeting an old man.
"Thank you for coming Maester Kener, I will ask you to investigate the death of Maester Walys and send a raven to the citadel notifying of the death and the sending of another Maester to take his place." Spoke my father.
"No problem Lord Stark, as soon as I am finished I will come to you and tell you of my findings." Said the Maester of the Cerwyn.
"Guard, take Maester to Walys body" My father said.
"Yes sir, please accompany me Maester." Spoke the guard.
After they left, I went towards my father.
"Father, do you have time to talk now?" I asked.
"Now I do, let's go to my office." said my father going towards the manor house.
Following my father, we soon arrived at the manor, entering, my father sat in the chair behind the desk, and I sat in the front chair.
"So Arthur, what do you need?" He asked.
"If possible, these items here" I told him handing him the paper I had written hours ago.
Taking the paper from my hands and reading the contents, my father arched his eyebrows.
"More items? Do you know how much I spent on that room of yours? All that equipment was pretty expensive!" My father asked.
"I know, I will pay you back double for everything you spent on me, I promise." I said.
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"I am your father, you don't have to pay me anything, I will ask you to buy those items, but it will take a few days."
"No problem."
Dinner time arrived, heading towards the Hall, my father and brothers were already gathered.
Although I was the youngest, with my height and mentality I stood out before my older brothers, minus Brandon and Ned, at least for now, so Benjen and Lyanna sometimes saw me as an older brother.
As much as I am a bastard, my father and brothers never treated me hostilely, even the servants of the house treated me as if I were a legitimate son.
That's why I made a promise before the weirwood of the sacred forest, that those who harm my family will pay the price of death.
When I finished eating, Maester came towards my father and said.
"My lord, I have found the cause of death." Maester said.
"And what is it?"
"Maester Wylas, he choked eating an apple, I found a piece stuck in his throat, the windows were all locked from the inside, and the door key was still in Maester's pockets, I sent a letter to the citadel, a new maester will be sent here, it will arrive in a few days." The maester spoke up.
"I understand, thank you for your services,give thanks for Lord Cerwyn for me." My father said.
"Of course my lord."
....
A few days later my father handed me the items I requested, so I went straight to the study room, to do what I had in mind.
My study room was in a basement, it smelled of herbs and some chemicals, it was lit by scattered candles, on one of the walls a bookcase with some books I took from the library, and others that I wrote using Japanese so that no one can translate, in them I consisted of all my future plans, and methods of creation.
In the center was a long table, scrolls and some books scattered about,
And some tools, several tubes containing different kinds of substances, a distiller, a stove with a blower, scales, and crucibles.
I just needed a catalyst to finish, and I managed to find it, thank the gods.
In my time in the Elysian fields I learned to make some potions involving plants and some other kinds of materials.
Grinding some herbs and throwing them into the furnace, I took the jar containing the tree sap.
Mixing and controlling the fire until the potion was ready, a few minutes later I finished it, taking a jar I put all the contents inside.
Looking at the red substance inside the vial, I couldn't contain my smile.
'Taking this once a week for 3 years will help my body by strengthening my immune system creating resistance to some poisons and mainly, with the tree sap, it will provide magic to my Dantian.
[ 3 years later ]
And so 3 years passed, I was at my 6 years old, I was 4' 7" tall, and started to show some muscles.
In these 3 years I reflected on a few things, to keep my family safe, I would have to be around, so I abandoned the idea of running away or going to another lord, the time I spent in this world I realized that, here anyone can easily stab you in the back, fortunately the north is not common to betrayals.
Today my fighting practice will begin, I will show that I know how to fight, I want them to know that I know how to defend myself.
I went to the training yard and there was the master-at-arms of Winterfell.
"Hold this sword" the master said throwing a wooden sword to me.
"Show me what you know" he spoke.
Holding the sword in my hands I stood in attack position, looking into the master's eyes.
'The boy has the spirit of a warrior' thought the master.
Arthur holding a sword looked like a general who killed the whole enemy legion with his blade, his posture and his look showed a person who knew what he was doing, as if war and death were part of him.
Letting out his breath Arthur set out to attack, making a horizontal cut, from right to left towards the master's abdomen.
The master parried the attack easily, but the boy didn't stop, making horizontal and vertical cuts, and from time to time thrusts.
"STOP!!!" shouted the master.
Arthur stopped attacking, his breathing was a little short, but less than the master's.
"Where did you learn to fight boy?" Questioned the master.
"By myself, since I was 3 years old I practice." Spoke Arthur.
"Okay, that's it for today, tomorrow we will start training for good." Spoke the master.
"Understood."
...
After taking a shower I went towards my father's manor.
"Dad, it's me" I spoke after knocking on the door.
"Come in"
"What is it son?"
"I want to make you a request" I spoke.
"What is it?"
"I want to raise some loyal people, I would like you to give me permission to adopt some orphans who are close in age to mine." I spoke.
"How many people are we talking about?" My father asked.
"I think five is enough for now.
"I appreciate your idea, loyal people are always welcome, but it will be five more mouths to feed, and they will not bring any profit for now, we have many expenses as the Protector of the north, I need to fix some broken parts of Winterfell, and I will not have money to waste at the moment." Spoke my father.
"Here" I spoke throwing some papers on my father's desk.
"And this is?" Asked
"The method of creating drinks that I invented, Vodka and Whisky, two drinks that will innovate the market." I spoke
My father was dumbfounded, at what was in front of him.
"And this too" I threw other papers on his desk.
"This is an automatic loom, capable of producing at a higher speed than the current ones, and one person can operate several machines. I spoke
"And in advance I already congratulate you father, for being lord of the future richest house in Westeros."
