After chatting with the Shadow Binding Sorcerer, Danny's fear gradually disappeared. She ran to the shadow and examined it carefully.
She couldn't see the features clearly, but there were arms and legs. The head and neck were blurry. Just like Lisbon's Blood Dragon Dance, the details were lacking.
Danny asked, "Will the noble die without a soul?"
"After the witchcraft ends, the soul will automatically return to the body. It's like the noble had a dream."
"Can I touch him?" Danny pointed at the shadow and asked.
The Shadow Binding Sorcerer …
The black Fire Sorcerer looked at the Seven Goddess Priestess in shock and said, "You're so brave! “
Danny and the Shadow Binding Sorcerer talked for a while. The others slowly recovered from the shock and fear.
"You can try," the Shadow Binding Sorcerer said quietly.
It was cold and soft to the touch, like a jelly that had been frozen overnight.
"It's a bit cold. It seems to be absorbing the heat from my hand." As Danny spoke, she flicked the shadow's head a few times. "Hmm, it's very sturdy."
Then she grabbed the shadow's wrist and squeezed it slightly. It turned into powder like a piece of wood that had been rotten for tens of thousands of years.
The shadow wriggled a few times and started running around the room.
It looked a bit panicked.
"It's still a bit fragile." Danny held up the broken arm that was struggling and twisted. She looked at the Shadow Binding Sorcerer and asked, "What should we do now? Can we throw it on the ground? "
"You, you, you …" The Shadow Binding Sorcerer, who had been acting like a master since the beginning of the courtyard, couldn't stay calm anymore. He pointed at Danny and shouted with a distorted voice, "Why are you fine?"
"What's wrong?" Danny tried to throw the wriggling shadow away, but it was as light as a feather. She opened her palm, and the wriggling arm was still stuck to her palm.
The Fire Sorcerer, the Wizard, and the Moon Singer all looked at her blankly. Finally, the black Fire Sorcerer took a few steps forward and asked, "How do you feel?"
"I don't feel anything. It's lighter than cotton candy. It's just a bit cold and sticky. Try it." She put the broken arm in front of the old Fire Sorcerer.
"What kind of candy is cotton candy?" The old Fire Mage asked casually. He subconsciously reached out his right hand and grabbed his broken wrist. The shadow that was stuck to Danny's palm immediately fell off.
"Eh, this is strange." She looked at her palm from left to right. It was white and clean, and there was nothing there.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck …" The sound of teeth chattering rang in everyone's ears like raindrops hitting banana leaves.
Danny took a closer look and found that the old fire sorcerer's face was dark. His white eyebrows, beard, and short hair were all covered in white frost. His eyes were white, and he looked like a dead catfish.
It was visible to the naked eye that the white gas coming out of his mouth was getting lesser and lesser.
Uh, I can only exhale but not inhale.
Danny took a few steps back and pointed at the old man. "What's wrong with him?"
"You —" The Shadow Binding Knight glared at her and quickly bent down to take out a "pot lid" from his cloth bag, covering the brazier with it.
"Hiss hiss …" The three feet tall flame retreated back into the brazier. Not long after, the flame was extinguished. The shadow that had been running wildly in the room quickly dimmed and disappeared.
"Plop!" The old Fire Mage sat on the ground, panting heavily.
"You people from the Midsummer Islands are really children of summer. You've never seen snow or experienced winter. You can't even stand this little bit of cold." Danny shook her head and sighed.
The Shadow Binding Knight walked over to help the old man up and asked, "Master Conti, how do you feel?"
"I'm okay. Master Tam's magic power is strong. This old man …" The Fire Mage glanced at the unscathed Danny, shook his head, and sighed. "I'm ashamed, ashamed! Alas, I can't even compare to a fake priest. "
"I'm really a priest of the Seven Gods," Danny argued.
"A priest without a god has no power. It's all fake." The young Lisbon stepped forward and helped the old Fire Mage to the wall. He looked at Danny strangely and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you attacked by Master Tam's magic power? "
"I'm not afraid of the cold," she said.
"It's not a matter of whether it's cold or not." The Fire Mage seemed to have thought of something and was stunned for a moment. He pointed at Danny and said in surprise, "You have the talent to become a Mystery person, and a very high talent. You don't need to cultivate, but you have magic power in your body!"
The Shadow Binding Knight and the others suddenly understood. The Seven Gods were fake, and the priests of the Seven Gods were also fake Mysteries. However, this didn't mean that the fake priests didn't have the talent for witchcraft.
"What's your name?" Moon Singer asked.
Well, with the talent to become a Mystery person, these people began to see Danny as a human.
"Layla of the Arathorn family in Braavos," she said.
"Arathorn …" Moon Singer thought for a moment and said in realization, "The Arathorn family in Moon Pond Street. Your ancestors used to live inside the black wall, right?"
Danny shrugged and said casually, "It's been hundreds of years."
The Arathorn family in Braavos was a small noble family with Valleglia blood.
When Danny and Liz were very young, William Darry even received the Arathorn family head when he came to visit. Later, Sir William died of illness, and Danny and Liz were chased out of the mahogany door by the servants. Viserys even brought his sister to the Arathorn family for help.
It was obvious that the people who chased the siblings out were not the servants of the family. Arathorn didn't even let the two young Targaryens enter the house.
"Layla, you can try to convert to Lahlo. The priests of the Seven Gods really don't have a future," Moon Singer advised.
The old Fire Mage stood up and said slowly, "Let's talk about private matters in private. It's late. Let's continue."
Moon Singer nodded and walked forward. "I'll do it."
The zebra man didn't use any tools. He sat cross-legged on the gray stone floor and muttered something. His black eyes rolled around. Danny felt a little dizzy just watching from the side.
There were no other sound and light "special effects", but Danny noticed that the new moon in the man's mind was expanding rapidly. It expanded to a full moon, and then quickly thinned into a crescent moon.
Although she didn't know what he was doing, he was definitely doing it.
"Phew —" The zebra man exhaled deeply. He stood up and said solemnly, "Tomorrow morning, there will be heavy fog in Volantis. At nine o 'clock in the morning, the fog will disperse and the sun will shine. In the afternoon, the temperature will be a little high. Remember to drink more water and don't catch a fever. In the evening, the sky will be full of light and the breeze will be gentle. If you have time, I suggest that you go to Boar Cliff to watch the sunset."
"Uh …" Danny was stunned for a moment. She asked in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
"Prophecy. Moon Singer is prophesying tomorrow's weather," the old Black Mage said.
"Actually …" Danny looked conflicted. Actually, she could guess that tomorrow would be a sunny day.
But when she saw how tired the zebra man was and how sweaty he was, she couldn't bring herself to say those words.
Next was Wizard Queers. He gave Danny a little surprise.
He took out a blue turtle shell the size of a lunchbox and chanted a spell. A turtle made of blue light crawled out of the shell. It had four limbs, a head, and a pair of illusory wings. It floated in the air.
"A Phantom Turtle?" she called out.
The wizard nodded. He tapped the turtle's head with his finger. The Phantom Turtle quickly expanded from the size of a lunchbox to the size of a rice cooker.
"Go!" The wizard growled. The Phantom Turtle spun in a circle, flapping its wings and moving its limbs in the air. It came to Danny as fast as a galloping horse.
"Moo!" The turtle called out. Then, a message appeared in her mind: Is it powerful?
"Uh …" She nodded blankly. "Powerful, powerful, very powerful."
"Boom!" The Phantom Turtle turned into a ball of blue light and disappeared.
"How far can your Phantom Turtle run?" Danny looked at the exhausted wizard and asked.
"It can go anywhere within five hundred meters," Wizard Haihong said proudly.
But the blue mist in your mind is three-quarters gone, brother!
"Very powerful. Is there anything special about this turtle shell?" Danny looked at him with admiration.
The wizard didn't hesitate and said, "You know the Loinese's god, right? They treat the entire Loen River as a god, the Mother of the Loen River.
Although she was crippled by the Valleglia, the Mother of the Loen River is far more real than the Seven Gods.
There are a group of gods under the Mother of the Loen River. One of them is a giant turtle, the Old Man of the River.
Maybe it's because of the Old Man of the River's divine bloodline, but some of the turtles in the Loen River have very high spirituality. "
He shook the turtle shell in his hand. "Like this one. I spent forty silver coins to buy this turtle shell from a Loinese fisherman."
"Loinese?" Danny could tell that this wasn't a normal term.
"Only the Loinese believe in the Old Man of the River. It's rare for others to see this kind of auspicious sign."
Danny was shocked and said in disbelief, "Believers kill their own god?"
"Haha, as long as the price is high enough, they can even sell their parents and children. Aren't they human?" The wizard cracked his blue lips and sneered.
"It's said that every fisherman only has one chance in their life. If they take the forty silver coins, they'll never see the Old Man of the River again for the rest of their lives."
Without further delay, the wizard put away the turtle shell and retreated to the wall. The next person to appear was the inconspicuous, skinny middle-aged Fire Wizard.
He was about four feet taller than Tyrion, who was less than six feet tall. His cheeks were so thin that one could see the outline of his skull.
He took off his gray robe and sandals in the middle of the stone hall, leaving only a white cloth wrapped around his waist. His ribs were clearly visible. He was so skinny that he was out of shape.
The skinny man took out a ball of cotton wool the size of a pillow and sprinkled it with pungent fire oil. He moistened it and spread it out into a four-meter-long strip. The length of the cotton wool was uneven. It was thick in the middle and had two ends.
Ignite.
"Boom!"
A four-meter-long red wall of fire rose in the room. The flame in the middle was more than two meters high, and the two sides were shorter, only half a meter high. From where Danny and the others were standing, it looked like a mountain of fire.
The skinny man stretched his neck and twisted his waist. After warming up, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "Everyone, I'm going to show you the Fire Escape Technique."
"Fire Escape Technique?" Danny's interest was piqued.
"Haha!" The skinny man retreated to the wall and shouted. He quickly ran toward the wall of fire.
"Ah, ha, ha, ha!" Like a motorcycle sprinting down a muddy hill, the skinny man climbed and ran on the fire with his bare feet as if he was stepping on solid objects. He ran until he reached the other side, then sped down.
"Clap!" The skinny man's bare feet landed on the ground. He actually ran on the fire for four meters!
"Clap, clap, clap!" Danny clapped with all her might and shouted excitedly, "Good, that's great!"
The Magicians nearby were originally calm, but when they saw Danny clapping so excitedly, they hid the disdain in their eyes and clapped as well out of politeness.
Seeing everyone's unprecedented enthusiasm, the skinny man, who had originally planned to run and leave the stage, was also excited.
Even the Shadow Binder and the number one genius of the younger generation are clapping for me. I must perform well!
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