"Your Highness, are you okay?" Jorah asked with concern.
Entering the Dragon Dream again, Danny was still in the white light. She said angrily, "Yes! I can't see anything now. "
"See what?" Jorah was confused.
"What did you see?" Urazon asked anxiously.
Danny looked around and asked, "How long has it been?"
"You've been staring at the candle for a quarter of an hour. I'm worried —"
Urazon pulled Sir Jorah away and approached Danny. "I told him not to worry, but he woke you up from your meditation. Mother Of Dragons, tell me, did you see something different? "
After calming herself down, Danny roughly understood the situation.
"I saw the starry sky and the Dothraki Sea in the white light of the candle. Then I felt someone punch me in the shoulder, and I woke up," she said blankly.
"I didn't use any force. I just touched her lightly," Jorah argued.
"Then it was a punch to her." Urazon glared at him and said angrily, "The Mother Of Dragons is an extraordinary person. She can see through the glass candle, through the mountains, the sea, and the grassland. She can see tens of thousands of miles away. She can even see through time, into the future, into other people's brains, and into other people's thoughts and dreams. "
The corner of Danny's mouth twitched slightly. She deliberately said in a suspicious tone, "Isn't that too exaggerated? I think it's more like an illusion. "
"It's true. In the ancient Valleglia Empire, there were only about twenty Dragon King families. How could they rule such a vast world? They relied on the glass candle. Through it, their wizards could communicate across half the world, "Urazon said seriously.
"If they could see the future, why did the Valleglia Dragon King all die out in the Cataclysm?" Jorah sneered.
"Who is she?" Urazon pointed at Danny and asked, "Why did the Targaryens sell all their properties and leave with all their people on the eve of the Great Calamity?"
Danny carefully recalled the fairy tale that Viserys had told his ex and said, "It's said that the virgin Danny was a Dreamwalker. She received enlightenment in her dreams and didn't see the future through glass candles."
"The principle is similar." Urazon waved his hand and sighed. "The glass candle is just a tool. You can eat with a spoon, and without a spoon, you can still stuff food into your mouth with your hands. "
"What is the fuel for the glass candle? The light it emits is very strange. "Danny asked.
"It's a solid object made of obsidian. Look carefully, there are no pipes connected to the fuel."
Urazon pulled the twisted glass rod out of the stone table and shook it from side to side. No oil dripped from it.
Shit, perpetual motion machine?
The laws of thermodynamics were broken?
A series of question marks flashed through Danny's head.
"It should be drawing magic power from the world's origin, right? The dragon is back! " Zaro, who had been silent all this time, smacked his lips and said indifferently, "I'm not ignorant. The glass candle hasn't been lit for more than a hundred years. That time was right after the Targaryen wastrels created the 'Dance of the Blood Dragon'. A bunch of lunatics, they broke the cornerstone of their rule. "
The Dance of the Blood Dragon was the bloodiest and cruelest civil war in the middle of the Targaryen dynasty.
The Targaryen siblings fought each other for the right to inherit the Iron Throne. Both sides rode dragons and fought each other for more than ten years.
Almost all the Targaryens and their dragons died in the civil war. Within a few years, the Megalosaurus was completely extinct.
Danny did not comment on the 'Dance of the Blood Dragon'. She asked the wizard, "Can you see the future through the glass candle?"
"No, I'm not talented enough. I can't do anything but let it burn," Urazon said sadly.
It was because he knew the upper limit of his talent that he was not so obsessed with the mysterious power.
"Then what other magic do you know?" Danny asked again.
"Curse." Urazon's voice was cold. The temperature in the air seemed to drop a few degrees when he said the word.
"Do you know Katie of the Marraven family?" he asked.
"No," Danny said, shaking her head.
"Katie? The wife of Magistrate Masos of the western part of the city? " Chora looked at the blue-lipped wizard in horror, his vigilance raised to the maximum. "She's now the laughing stock of Queers City. A few days ago, in the middle of a crowded street, she took off all her clothes like crazy. It's said that the softest eastern silk can make her feel like she's being cut by a knife or bitten by an insect. "
"Yes, I put a curse on her," Urazon admitted. "It's just a small punishment. She only needs to take off her clothes and it'll be fine."
"Katie mocked his wizard robes for being old-fashioned, ugly, and not elegant enough," Zaro explained to Danny.
"How to avoid being hurt by the mysterious power?" Danny asked the main purpose of their visit tonight.
"Mother Of Dragons, what price can you pay?" Urazon smiled like a businessman. "Every time a wizard gains wisdom, he has to pay a huge price."
Zaro winked at Dany, motioning for her to hand over the gold and silver as promised.
"Aggo," she ordered the Blood Brotherhood Guard.
Aggo untied a soft leather pouch from his waist. It was as big as a full hot-water bottle. It was bulging and heavy. Thud! He put it on the stone table where the glass candles had been placed.
Urazon glanced at the pouch and estimated the amount. He smiled with satisfaction. "Blood is the most important medium for casting spells. Demons in the shadows are the most powerful means of attack.
Blood and shadows. If you pay attention to these two things, you can avoid more than eighty percent of the spells.
I'm not sure about the most powerful wizards, but under normal circumstances, the spells of the mysterious people are not as effective as swords and knives.
Warriors' swords and knives are more direct and effective. A wizard can hide in the shadows for a long time and may not hurt a hair of an ordinary person.
At the end of the day, witchcraft, magic, and sacrifice are all about the use of wisdom. It's no different from the forging skills of a blacksmith or the weaving skills of a weaver. Hurting people is just an unorthodox method. "
"That's it?" Danny was a little dissatisfied.
She had paid 200 Gold Radiance as a "consultant". This "expert" was too stupid, wasn't he?
"I've heard that Lahlo's sacrifice can give birth to Children of Shadows and kill people with shadows," she said.
"Well …" Urazon hesitated. "I've heard of similar blood witchcraft, but it's only in ancient legends. It's said that people without hundreds of years of magic skills can't perform such witchcraft at all. But how can humans live for hundreds of years? Unless … "
"Unless what?" Danny asked quickly.
"It's just a rumor …" Urazon said reluctantly. He was doubtful and frightened. "It's said that the ancient wizards could freeze time. They hid in the Immortal Hall … and could live forever."
"The legend of the immortals?" Zaro shook his head and sneered. "Even the Immortal Hall has been reduced to the Hall of Dust. How can there be immortals? The so-called immortal legend is just a trick used by the wizards to make people think that they have the power of immortality and fear them. "
"Are you doubting the power of the wizards?" Urazon said coldly.
"No, don't misunderstand!" Zaro waved his hand quickly and said respectfully, "I'm here now, and I've brought the most distinguished guest here. This has proved my respect for the wizards. But the immortals … Urazon, as a wizard, have you ever seen them?"
Urazon lowered his eyes and murmured, "Only the great wizard Haiya …"
"None of the people who entered the Hall of Dust came back. Except for Haiya, no one can prove the existence of the immortals. "Zaro shook his head.
"Except for the immortals in the legends, are there any other wizards who can live for hundreds of years?" Danny returned to the previous topic.
"No," Urazon said with certainty. "The power of magic has been cut off for more than a century. It's only been restored recently. If there's someone who can live forever when magic is exhausted, then he must be a god. "
That made sense, but what was going on with Melisandre?
It seemed that this guy who was paid to answer questions was a wizard with two swords.
"What's a god?" Danny asked again.
"A god is a god. What else can it be?" Urazon was stunned.
Danny rolled her eyes. She was completely disappointed in him.
Urazon's wisdom was far from being able to answer her doubts about the world.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Wizard. It's getting late. We won't disturb your rest."
Danny said to the wizard and asked Jorah and the others to leave.
It was late at night. Under the yellow lantern, the street was particularly quiet and peaceful. Except for the clatter of the horse's hooves and the rumbling of the wheels, there was only the vague noise from the night market in the distance.
Leaving the high-end residential area in the west of the city, tall wooden and stone buildings with closed doors and windows gradually rose on both sides of the street. They were close to each other like lovers, and the space was getting darker and darker.
The moon was like a naughty child, following them all the way. From time to time, it peeked through the gaps of the chimneys to peek at the carriages in the hazy night.
"Hey, what's that?" Suddenly, Rakarlo, who was in front of them, pulled out his curved sword and pointed to the alley on the left side that was soaked in the thick darkness of the night.
Danny peeked her head out and exclaimed, "That's … a turtle? A turtle that can shine and fly? Is it a turtle demon? "
A turtle the size of a rice cooker was floating two meters above the ground. Its whole body seemed to be emitting an illusory dark blue light. It was running through the dark alley as fast as a galloping horse. It was very conspicuous and strange.
"Don't be surprised. It's a Phantom Turtle, a wizard's pet. Like Raven, it's used for communication. "Zaro got up and glanced at it. Then he lay back down with a calm expression.
Danny craned her neck and waited for the Phantom Turtle to pass through a stone wall as if it was nothing. Then she said in disbelief, "Pet? It doesn't have wings. How can it fly? And it can pass through walls. "
Zaro shrugged and said indifferently, "A spirit summoned by witchcraft? I don't really understand.
Because of the Magic Tide, the wizards have begun to recover their legendary powers.
Recently, people often see Phantom Turtles passing messages between the windowless houses on Wizard Avenue. It's not strange anymore.
The next street was Wizard Avenue. Not every wizard could afford to live in a big house like Urazon.
Sigh, I grew up listening to stories about Phantom Turtles. I didn't expect to see one one day. "
"Don't exaggerate …" Danny didn't know what to say.
"How far can a Phantom Turtle run? Can it go to the Westeros? "Chola asked curiously.
As a native of a fantasy world, although he had been taught by scholars who had "no gods and no magic," he easily accepted these magic things after seeing it with his own eyes.
"It can only send messages over short distances. Otherwise, why would the wizards keep Raven?"
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