Chapter 193
There is a silk-robed merchant seriously said: "This has become an open secret, and the Black Wall nobles also specifically asked the Red God High Priest Benerro. He also admitted that Lord of Light R'hllor has two sides, and one holds the light. , on the one hand Commander's Dark World of Death.
Red Divine Cleric resurrecting the dead is not a new thing, since it can pull back the human soul from the Dark World, why can't the dragon soul be reborn from the ashes?"
Benerro?
Volantis Red God Temple High Priest, similar to Pope in the Vatican. But this big expert also seems to have fallen into the pit, this...
Dany touched his nose, a little embarrassed.
"The woman lost her brother, husband, and son in exchange for three dragons of Wonders, so, in order to Dragon Hatching, in addition to a dragon egg, it must also be sacrificed to R'hllor, who is in charge of the world of darkness Beloved," concluded Terry the Greybeard.
"But do you know the tragedy of Summerhall?" Tyrion's ugly face huddled together, "In Dorne Summerhall, for Dragon Hatching, a King, a king eldest son, countless Pyromancers, The Seven died Septon, soldiers, but none of the dragon scales hatched."
"By The Seven Dragon Hatching? The Seven doesn't exist at all. The Seven Septon is no different from the ordinary person.
dwarf, go to the Red Temple Square for a long experience, and when you meet the High Priest Benerro, you will find that oneself believes in thousands of years. God is nothing but seven logs."
Tyrion blushed, but couldn't refute it, because he had passed Red God Square three days earlier when he reached Volantis.
He had always thought that red robe milk men was the same as the Devout in the Great Sept of Baelor, only tricking devotees with small tricks, but now...
" But Daenerys also believes in The Seven?" he finally argued.
"No one denies her qualities! It's like some beautiful bad women who are chased by countless men, but she ignores them, and some good women, but no one wants to post back to men. It is fate!
There is no doubt that that woman has a destiny that will be favored by the Spiritual God.
Without that destiny, can she be called 'Mother of Dragons'? Kill a maid and get a dragon? Can you beat hundreds of thousands of Ghis people?" Captain Terry said with emotion.
Tyrion was silent, feeling that oneself's view of the world was about to be overturned.
"It's also possible that she picked up a bargain." Someone next to her said.
"There is another way of saying that Yunkai's Grand Wise Master blood sacrificed the whole family, and finally even sacrificed himself to R'hllor, but the dragon egg was stolen by the woman, for nothing. Got a dragon."
An old seaman nodded echoed: "I just came back from New Ghis, where people say that it was actually Dragonmidwife who hatched the Golden Dragon."
" Why is there another Dragonmidwife?" Dany couldn't help but chime in.
People nearby had already thought of her, and even Tyrion glanced at her several times. Everyone around was talking about this topic. Dany didn't participate in it but seemed unusual.
"The Hyrkoon Maegi who helped Grand Wise Master Mureno Dragon Hatching, because she hatched a dragon, she declared oneself as 'Midwife of Dragons', listen to her, even the woman recognized this title."
Midwife of Dragons?
fuck!
"Isn't that impossible? No matter how stupid Mother of Dragons is, it won't make anyone take advantage of it." Dany's mouth twitched.
"But the stacks of Qarth deeds that Dragonmidwife brought out are all from Mother of Dragons."
Dany Muran.
"So, the rumors that the Allies are preparing Dragon Hatching are not false?" Tyrion touched the chin's messy beard and asked.
"It's not preparation, it's already started. I heard that New Ghis already has two small noble families."
Dany looked sideways, a medium-sized gray robe dark-skinned youth...or a Firemage?
Well, not only is the gray robe printed with a twisted flame glyph, but Dany is still seeing two small flickering flames through his blue eyes.
She thought it was an illusion, rubbed her eyes, and when she looked again, it was still a cluster of yellow flames in the blue between Heaven and Earth.
What's going on here?
Could it be...
Dany suddenly remembered the nine-color vortex ripples in oneself's eyes.
——I pierced right through his Mental Sea and saw this Firemage's fundamental meditation?
This, Valyrian's perfect inheritance is too overbearing!
It's not uncommon to come across Firemage at Merchant's House, stand on tiptoe and look around, you can find seven or eight mysterious professionals in the corner, Firemage, Pyromancer, Shadowbinder, and even Necromancer.
As for the "decent" Moonsinger, priestess, and Red God Priest, there are more, especially Red Priest, there are more than ten, and many Tiger Cloaks who come in for a drink greet them respectfully.
"Exhausted? For Dragon Hatching?" Tyrion Thriller.
"Yes, Dragonmidwife burned them all to sacrifice to the Shadow Demon." Firemage nod and said.
"The Dragon Queen can hatch a dragon from any dead maid, but they are good, but the whole family crematorium has not hatched a hair." Imp sneered.
Firemage said: "I had a correspondence with Dragonmidwife, she claimed that the Golden Dragon was hatched by oneself, and that the maid for dragons was a lie of the Mother of Dragons, because the woman was worried that everyone had dragons, 'Dragon Queen ' is no longer the only one."
"But that Dragonmidwife burned two nobles and didn't hatch a dragon, how could she explain it?" Dany asked.
"It's very simple, the quality and quantity of the sacrifices are not enough, everyone knows that R'hllor is by no means a good kind, and his greed even prevents us from going deep into the sorcery of the dead world." Firemage said solemnly .
"I'm afraid those two petty nobles didn't do it of their own accord?" Tyrion sneered.
"Dragonmidwife also said, because it is not House Head's voluntary sacrifice, the effect may be worse."
Tyrion's eyes flashed bright light, coldly said: "You all Wrong. Dragon Queen's theory of Dragon Hatching is actually a paradox.
R'hllor can only be pleaseed by sacrificing the people you love most, but if you go to Dragon Hatching deliberately, it means that you love dragons more than anything. Obviously, the 'favorite person' in the sacrifice cannot be achieved at all."
"Yes, dwarf, your brain is still quite flexible, Dragon Hatching is a scam after all." Dany eyes shined , praised.
Tyrion was unhappy when he heard the word 'dwarf'. He stiffened his stomach and said, "My job is more flexible, do you want to try it?"
"puff!" Dany pulled the dagger from his waist, just like when he was rolling a pencil in class, the small and thin dagger danced happily between her fingers, and under the candlelight, the red light that flashed quickly dazzled her eyes, but from start to finish fingers are not scratched a trace of oily skin.
"Take off my pants, let me see how flexible that little thing is," Dany smiled and looked towards Firemage, "I heard that the lifeblood of dwarf has magic power."
"en." Firemage nods, and pulls out a two-finger black sausage from his waist pocket, "The body protection charm from Mantarys can help me quickly restore magic power during meditation."
"Seven Hells!" Looking at the shriveled sausages strung on the red silk rope, Tyrion's eyes were bulge, and he bent down, cursing loudly: "You fucking savage—"
" bang!"
Dany's vision, the yellow flame in Firemage's eyes shot up three feet high, and then a small flame the size of a broad bean rose in Tyrion's golden, brown messy beard.
"Whoops, whoops, it's on fire, and the chandelier wick is down!" Tyrion yelled, patting his chin.
"hu hu..." Firemage sweated on his forehead and breathed a little harder.
Dany was surprised to find that the flames in his blue eyes suddenly went out, leaving only a little fire star flickering.
"hmph, this time it's just a small lesson to teach you to respect people with mysterious power." Firemage raised his chin slightly, and said arrogantly.
The surrounding mercenaries, merchants, and crew members looked shocked, took a step back, and the area around Firemage was immediately vacant.
"You..." Tyrion smelled the burnt smell on his lips, stared at Firemage, surprised: "What did you do?"
Firemage hands behind ones back, proudly nodded.
"Hahaha..." Tyrion slapped the table and smiled, "This is on fire, and when my dick finishes peeing, the remaining drop can extinguish it."
This guy also sees Firemage's unnatural look.
Dany looked thoughtful.
"Hugor Hill, apologize to Lord Mage." The square-faced middle age person next to him was scolded.
Tyrion shrugged, stood up from the seat, clasped his hands together and said, "Mage, please forgive me, I drank too much, and even the topic went off the rails..."
"pa!" He slapped his forehead sharply and exclaimed, "Oh, we are talking about the Allied expedition against the Dragon Queen!"
"Why, why bother! Not only does she have four dragons, 50,000 or 100,000 armies, but she also uses soldiers like a god, so why bother with her?
The Queen wants to liberate the slave and let her liberate, she always needs officials and nobles Help maintain the rule?
If I were Volantene, I would kneel down and lick her feet when she came over on a dragon.
Keep the title and property of oneself, Even if the slave servants are free, they can continue to enslave them by hiring!"
Imp seemed to be really drunk and stopped playing chess, standing on the stool with open arms, blushing and shouting : "This is a perverted world, a bloody world full of pain and injustice, cannibalism.
Slave control is a fart!
Without slave control this world Is it good?
impossible!
slave-master eats slave, lord eats common people, Dragon Queen eats small lord, big Mage eats small dwarf, powerhouse eats weak, no difference. There will never be a fundamental change.
Give up the identity of slave-master and become Volantis Duke, Earl, and still drink blood and eat meat?
Most, most Dragon Queen can't see fresh blood dripping, you grill medium-rare steaks to medium-rare!
hahaha..."
Imp gasped and laughed, the scene was silent , those who don't understand just treat him as a monkey play, those who understand brows frowned, facial expression grave.
"Hugor Hill, right?" An old scholar with gray hair and a gray robe pushed the crowd away, looked at Tyrion meaningfully, said with a smile: "You must have never studied "legal code". "
"What legal code?" Tyrion was at a loss.
“Queen Daenerys legal code”, a legal book that strictly regulates the relationship between Fengjun and bannermen, bannermen and territory Free Folk, King and officials, officials and ordinary people.”
"What, so what?" Tyrion wondered, "Don't Westeros have a similar legal code? The legal code stipulates the freedom of farmers, but many territories even exist in name only for the right of the first night!"
" Hehe, if you think about it, you will understand why the Ghis rush to form an alliance, and why the Allies intend to contact the Westeros and the Braavos."