Chapter 201
"Melisandre?" The red lacquer mask covered her face, but Tamm's eyes and tone had undeniable fear.
"I've also heard about the woman, and she's been mentioned by merchants from Oldtown and King's Landing. The statue of The Seven in Dragonstone was burned, Godswood in Storm's End was burned to the ground, and even The Crowned Stag family emblem of the Baratheon family has also been replaced with a red heart of flames, which is very arrogant and strong... Not sure if it is true or not, people say that Melisandre helped Stannis get the legendary Red Sword of Heroes, Lightbringer ." Old Negro said resolutely.
"Lightbringer? So, Stannis is the Child of Prophecy, the reincarnation of the legendary Azor Ahai?" Lysbin was shocked.
"Maybe," the old man said uncertainly.
Young Firemage said oddly: "But High Priest Benerro has been preaching that Daenerys is the Child of Prophecy, the savior born of smoke and fire.
Isn't there no such thing as a Red God priest? Unanimous opinion? Lord of Light gave two believers different revelations?"
"Melisandre is not a mere red robe priest." Shadowbinder frowned.
"Did you Moonsinger predict who Azor Ahai is?" Warlock frowned, looked towards the scabby horse men, and asked.
"Where's Warlock?" Moonsinger asked instead.
"The House of the Undying was burnt to the ground by that woman, how can you predict it?" Warlock smiled wryly and shook his head, "I don't know what she saw inside."
" The transcendent world has been a turbulent two years." Moonsinger sighed and said slowly: "We have secretly tried Azor Ahai's prophecy no less than a hundred times, but the result is very unclear.
Daenerys Dragon Flying 15 times, 47 times when the blurry cold fog covers the entire field of vision, 33 times the back of a strange black-haired man, 4 times the flag of the flaming red heart, and seven or eight characters Once or twice."
As everyone fell into deep thought, Dany asked, "putting it that way, it's not very likely that Daenerys is the Child of Prophecy? Who is that black-haired man?"
p>"It can't be said that, the future is uncertain, but it will definitely come, and a result will inevitably appear. It is meaningless to talk about 'probability' in the future.
Simply put, when the truth is revealed Before opening, we must treat everyone with caution.
As for the black-haired man...only the back, in most cases, even the back cannot be seen clearly."
You guys Those more than 100 prophecies were made in vain, and they were meaningless.
With a spit in his heart, Dany looked towards Shadowbinder again and asked, "Who is that Ms. Melisandre?"
"A person not to be provoked, it is said..." Tamm It was difficult to spit out a sentence, "She has hundreds of years of cultivation."
"What?" Not only Dany, but several people present exclaimed in unison.
"She is different from the traditional Shadowbinder, we mostly master the power of shadow first, then study the teachings of Shadow Demon R'hllor, and finally may have faith in Lord of Light R'hllor.
"She is different from the traditional Shadowbinder. p>
But she was originally a slave bought by Red Temple, and was trained as a priest. I don't know when Asshai came to Shadow Lands, and gradually became a low-key but terrifying Shadowbinder.
I don't know. It is clear what her relationship to Red Temple is now, but there is no doubt that she is both a strong Grand Sorcerer, a beloved follower of R'hllor, and a terrifying rumor..."
Her voice was trembling, and she was clearly terrified.
"What rumor?" Dany asked in a hoarse voice.
"She is not human."
"What is not human? Devil?"
"God, or devil, who walks in the world, she reaches us The realm of transcendent yearn for something even in dreams, freed from the mortal body."
"Uh, what's terrifying?" Dany's mouth twitched.
Isn't it Half God, I thought you would say something, and made the atmosphere so gloomy that I didn't dare to speak loudly before.
"You, ignoreance is a bliss." Shadowbinder gave her a contemptuous sidelong glance.
"Okay, that's all for today, let's end the meeting." She said something and was ready to leave.
"Wait a minute, one last question." Dany hurriedly stopped the big guy and said quickly: "What's up with the incantation syllables? The more syllables, the stronger the witchcraft?"
"Wait a minute, last question." p>
“The more syllables, the more cosmic truths that can be recorded, and the more complex the incantation. In theory, the potential of the transcendent profession is greater, but potential does not equal strength.”
“Lysbin told I, the Red God priest’s conjuration system only has 54 syllables, which is a lot less than Valyria Sorcerer.”
Shadowbinder glanced at the young Firemage, his eyes were cold and biting, only scaring him. complexion pale.
"Your Excellency Tamm, I, I'm not lying, the Red God priests only—"
"But you deliberately concealed some information and misled her." Shadowbinder snorted coldly After cutting him off, he turned to Dany and said, "God of Flame and Shadow's R'hllor has two forms, Lord of Light has 54 syllables, Demon of Shadows also has 54, and followers of R'hllor have 108 incantation syllables to master."
"One hundred and eight..." Dany was lost in thought, and the whole person seemed to be crazy.
Finally, at Shadowbinder's request, Firemage Lysbin swore to teach the new Valyria incantation syllables for free to Braavos' Rhaella as compensation for the deception.
Dany froze, expressing gratitude to both of them.
motherfucker, don't come to harm us, okay? Of the 28 syllables you deduced, 42 were wrong.
Well, the 28 deduced syllables are not only mispronounced, but also wrongly written, and 14 of the 36 "authentic" Valyria letters are mispronounced.
Using English as an example, Lysbin only learned seven letters of "abcdefg" from the Black Wall prodigal, and suddenly encountered "English" in "incantation", he found that in addition to "e" and "g" , the others have not seen.
So, smart and wise, he separated "n, l, i, s, h" from "English" and gave them "powerful" pronunciations - which resonated with mysterious power.
The problem is that the incantation "two-dimensional code" is far more complicated than a one-dimensional string. Lysbin should separate "n", but he sees it as "m".
In this way, not only the pronunciation is not standard, but the form is also wrong.
On the way back to the ground, Dany and the others also met pirates, businessmen, and prostitutes who came from other forks. They were either selling off the stolen goods, or couldn't hold back, and came to hold hands, or negotiated a secret agreement.
A few parties did not say hello when they met, they were silent all the way, and after drilling out of the rockery, everyone directly separated in the courtyard.
It was late at night, there were fewer people in the public lounge area of Merchant's House, but the candles were still bright, and the hall was staggered. .....
Crossing the crowd, Dany found the way back to the second floor guest room in the corner, and just a few steps up the stairs, a dark figure approached from one side, a hooded White Cloak.
"I thought something happened to you, why did it take so long?"
He was obviously relieved, but there was a bit of complaint in his tone, obviously the part of the waiting period Time is not good.
"It's really a gathering of transcendent people. It's very formal. There are sorcery skill performances, items between Sorcerers, arcane trades, and finally the Grand Sorcerer to answer difficult questions for the little Sorcerer."
Explaining a sentence, Dany can't help but sigh: "Those Mage skills are not deep, but they also give me a deeper understanding of the truth of this world."
Go to the second floor and find oneself's The room, Barristan followed in, and after closing the door, the two sat down in the living room, and Dany explained the process in detail.
"didn't expect mysterious person's party like this..." The old Knight sighed with a look of longing: "Put it before, to those mysterious person Well, I must snort disdainfully."
"What's going on over at Tyrion?" Dany asked.
"His companion, the ascetic-looking middle age person with an angular square face, called Haldon, seems to be a Maester, but I've never heard of his name."
"Anyone else?"
"Yes, by eavesdropping on the conversation between the two of them, I found out that Tyrion and Haldon were serving 'Master Griff', but the Griff isn't in Volantis.
The two of them are in the vanguard, looking for ships heading for Slaver's Bay, and Tyrion is on a mission to find out about you at Merchant's House."
"They're going to find you at Slaver's Bay," Barristan said oddly.
Griff? who is he?
Definitely not Varys, The Spider doesn't have to hide the identity of oneself.
Dany is a little confused.
How is this so different from the plot of Game of Thrones?
"Forget it, let them go to Slaver's Bay! We'll go around Black Wall tomorrow to find out where the Ghis mission is, rest in the afternoon, leave Volantis at night, and head to Dorne overnight."
It was nearly three in the morning when he fell asleep, and Dany didn't have the energy to stay up all night to study witchcraft, so he went straight to bed.
The two slept until nine o'clock in the morning. While washing in the bathroom, Dany was surprised to find that there was really a white fog outside the window.
changed clothes, after breakfast in the small living room of the hotel, about ten o'clock, the fog dissipated, as if a veil had been lifted, and the sky was refreshing under the golden sunshine that Fishmonger's Square suddenly revealed. azure blue.
Almost exactly the same weather Moonsinger predicted last night.
After telling White Cloak about this, he exclaimed: "It's very good to have such a Moonsinger on the way to war."
Because he doesn't plan to have another relationship with Tyrion When we met, Dany didn't wear any ugly makeup, his underwear was cleaned by the hotel maid, he wore a white shirt, a layer of brown leather armor, a layer of silver-white chain vest, silk pants, open-toed sandals, and a long sword around his waist. , wearing a clean light blue canvas cape, hood pulled up.
In the tropical marine climate of Volantis, this dress is a bit sultry, but not out of the ordinary, and the long-haired Ibben wears a fur coat.
Going down the creak creak plank stairs, Tyrion is heard hissing and howling far away.
"Impossible, how is this possible, I've been staring at it carefully, how can I get three dice?"
"I don't believe there is any teleportation magic, let's come again!"
“As long as you have the money, do it ten more times.” Lysbin laughed heartily.
At the side of a round table under the window facing the street, the forty-fifty people are surrounded by three layers inside and outside. On the stairs, you can see the triumphant young Firemage and the red-eyed Tyrion.
Firemage stood behind the round table against the wall, with two porcelain bowls, three dice, a small pile of Silver Coins in front of him, and a black metal rod the thickness of a chopstick in his hand.