Chapter 38 Mysterious Power
Ago didn't spare the horses. Three days later, he encountered a village affiliated with the city of Qarth. Before Dany and the others set out, a large group of 300 camels loaded with supplies drove towards the city of White Cloud.
KaLS walked for four days, and 70 to 80 horses died. The team almost drank up all the water and mare's milk, and finally met the scouts of the camel group.
In this way, this relay race of 1,000 kilometers finally completed the baton handover process.
Dany was relieved and began to focus on her own problems.
The two things, the witch Mirri and the prophecy of the dragon seeker, have made Dany fully understand: in addition to dragons, there is really magic and witchcraft in this world.
She wants to ask the Quaixi for advice.
As for why it is not a wizard, well, the merchant Xaro has been speaking ill of wizards around Dany these days.
"Wizards were once powerful, and even the dragonlords of Valyria looked upon them with a new eye,"
Xaro whispered to Dany when the other two guests were not present. "But today is different. Those blue-lipped fellows are like frail old soldiers in the dock tavern, boasting only of their former prowess, forgetting that their strength and skill have long since left them.
They hide in the Hall of Dust, reading rotten scrolls, sipping the water of nightshade until their lips turn blue, and hinting at their terrible power, but compared to their predecessors, they are just empty shells."
"What about the Quaixi?" she asked again.
"That woman." The merchant's eyes flashed with awe, and he said in a stammering voice, "She comes from Asshai in the Shadow Lands. As the saying goes, 'It is better to swallow a scorpion than to trust in a shadow child.' Her power will only make her more dangerous, Khaleesi, you must not trust her."
So Dany also figured out who had predicted her existence.
It was not the wizard Haiya who had been talking to her about metaphysics and strange arts, but the low-key Quaixi who made people ignore his existence.
That woman was not simple.
Finding an opportunity, Dany moved her camel towards the woman wearing a wooden lacquer mask and whispered, "Miss Quaixi, do you know the art of prophecy?"
Since there was a camel to ride, Dany would of course release her little silver horse.
Quaixi not only wore a wooden shell mask, but also a circle of Arab scarf wrapped around it. Her head turned towards Dany, and her eyes and expression could not be seen at all.
"Daenerys, people in Asshai don't call you "Miss." "She said in a clear voice.
"Okay, Master Quaixi." Dany hit the snake with a stick, "Can you predict whether I can have another child in the future? Alas, my poor Rhaegal, his witch named Mirri cursed me, saying that my womb can no longer give birth to life."
As she spoke, her eyes were moist and her head tilted away sadly.
After a pause, Kueishi finally said something that made Dany cheer in her heart, "Please put aside the sorrow of the past, there are more important things waiting for you in the future. As for the child, alas, I can't predict such things."
"Why? You haven't even seen me, but you know that I hatched a dragon and stayed in Baiyun City?" Dany seemed not to want people to see her red eyes, and she also pulled the silk scarf around her neck and wrapped it around her head a few times.
Kueishi said: "Prophecy is an elusive magic. When the weeping blood star appeared, I felt that the power of magic was recovering rapidly, like a tide sweeping the town on the embankment.
So, I opened my eyes and tried to see this world clearly, the most essential world. As a result, I saw you taming dragons in the wilderness. So, do you understand?"
"Not really." Dany said honestly.
"Mortals fear and slander magic and witchcraft, but in fact, it is a kind of wisdom that ordinary people are not qualified to learn. In essence, it is as simple and clear as seeing the eastern horizon dyed crimson, you can know that the sun is about to rise." Kueishi looked at Dany, as if asking if she understood now.
"Maybe I'm just an ordinary person who is not qualified to master that kind of wisdom." Dani smiled bitterly. She still didn't understand.
"Haha, ordinary people can make the world set off a magical tide again?" Kuixi actually laughed.
Then, she explained for the third time: "I saw the sky in the east was red, so I knew that the sun was about to rise. If I can't see it, or don't look, then I don't know anything.
The so-called prophecy is just the world showing information in front of me, and then I go to see it, and I know it.
Regarding whether you can have another child in the future, the relevant information elements have never appeared, and it is impossible to summarize and guess, so I don't know."
This time Dani probably understood that prophecy is a bit like big data analysis, but in addition to collecting information and summarizing it by themselves, the pan-world consciousness will also convey vague messages to them in the dark.
Dragons bring magic to this world, and their influence is too great, just like the surging tide, so Kuixi can clearly see the "waves", and then see the initiator above the waves, Dani and her dragons.
As for the child, it may have a great impact on the future, but at this time, the "tide" has not yet set off waves.
In front of Kuixi, the sea is calm and waveless.
Unless there is a stronger existence whose sight can penetrate the sea water and see the turbulent undercurrents of the ocean abyss.
For example, the Green Prophet.
"Can you teach me the knowledge of magic?" Dany looked at this Quai Xi with an expectant look and asked.
"Yes, you can go with me to Asshai, where you will find all the knowledge you need." Quai Xi answered quickly in a tone of "I've been waiting for you to say this."
Dany hesitated, and suddenly woke up: No one will be nice to you for no reason unless he loves you.
Obviously Quai Xi will never love her, then who does she love?
Her dragon!
"I am the princess of Dragonstone Island born in the storm. It is my responsibility and mission to revive the dynasty of the Targaryen family. My goal is in the west, the western Westeros, and I cannot go in the opposite direction."
At this moment, she was not fighting alone, Murong Fu was with her.
Murong Fu said that he wanted to restore Dayan, who could not believe it?
Quai Xi believed it as a matter of course.
So, she returned to her previous silent state, as if Dany did not go to Asshai, she would no longer pay attention to her.
Since Qarth's way didn't work, Dany had to look for a backup.
"My Lord, the Great Warlock, I heard that magic spells are a special language other than independent communication languages?" This time she didn't hesitate to ask secretly when others were not around. When everyone finished their meal and prepared to rest, she asked loudly.
The warlock, Haiya Boli, liked to talk to Dany very much. In addition to boasting about the greatness and prosperity of Qarth, he also told some strange and bizarre wizard stories that were difficult to distinguish between true and false. After hearing Dany's question, he said happily:
"Khaleesi, you have the courage and wisdom to explore mysterious knowledge. That's right, there are many professions in this world that involve mysterious powers, such as shadow binders, wizards, alchemists, moon singers, red monks, dark warlocks, necromancers, cloud mages, fire wizards, blood wizards, torturers, trial knights, poisoners, priestesses, night walkers, and shapeshifters."
The great wizard listed dozens of magic professions in one breath. Dany opened her mouth wide and was stunned.
Is this a world of ice and fire with low magic and low martial arts, or has she come to a "Baldur's Gate" on the continent of Faerun?
Haiya took a breath and said, "Valyria, where your ancestors came from, also has its own blood magic system. Basically, every mystical system with real power has its own set of magic language, that is, spells."
"Why don't everyone share a set of spell systems?" Dany asked puzzled.
"This..." The wizard's blue lips opened and closed, his expression hesitant, "Maybe the origins of each wizard faction are different, just like us wizards and Valyrian blood wizards, two different civilizations, and different languages."
This is completely nonsense. Even if the two civilizations are separated by 100,000 light years, the physical formulas they research will be exactly the same. In their math class, it is still "1+1=2". The truth may not be eternal, but it must have a certain commonality. How can it be as casual as he said.
Except that they didn't grasp the truth, their spells couldn't touch the essence of the world, and it was a trick to deceive the world and steal the name.
As if seeing Dany's thoughts, Quaishi spoke.
"What is this?" She held a piece of wood and asked Dany.
It was a short yellow-brown stick with a smooth surface.
She told her what she saw honestly.
Quaishi nodded and pointed his palm to Jorah, "What is this?"
"A man?" Jorah hesitated.
Quaishi nodded again and pointed his palm to the centaur maid Irri for the third time, "What is this?"
"A woman?" Irri looked at the shadow binder fearfully and said weakly.
When Quaishi pointed the wood in his palm towards Aggo, he said it was a lion.
Finally, Quaishi opened his palm completely, and under the light of the torch, you can see a small and exquisite wooden sculpture standing in the white palm, with three heads on one body, a roaring short-haired warrior, a gentle-looking long-haired woman, and a roaring lion.
Dany understood now. Before, Quai-Sh had only shown a part of the statue to each person, so the four people made four different judgments.
"Do you understand now?" Quai-Sh's wooden shell mask faced Dany, reflecting a red light of varying brightness under the firelight.
"Even the greatest magician cannot grasp the whole truth." Dany nodded.
In simple terms, it is the "blind men touching an elephant" of the wizarding world.
Jorah suddenly asked, "Sir wizard, the skinchangers you just mentioned, are you referring to the children of the forest in the past?"
Every northerner grew up with the horror stories of skinchangers. They may not have heard of names like Moonsingers and Cloud Wizards, but skinchangers are as impressive as "rat chefs."
"Once?" The wizard shook his head and laughed, "Andals, I understand what you think. The children of the forest are legends, and skinchangers are also legends. The world is just as your maesters expect, without a trace of miracle power."
"They have disappeared for thousands of years." Jorah frowned.
"They have never disappeared, but you have deliberately isolated and forgotten them. When I left Asshai and headed west to find my destiny, I bought potion materials from a skinchanger. His falcon can pick red lotus on the top of the mountain." Kuixi said coldly.
"All the skinchangers have gone to Asshai?" Jorah was surprised and relieved at the same time, as if he was sighing: It's great that all the monsters have left.
Dany was not calm, she clearly remembered that "Game of Thrones" clearly stated that skinchangers are exclusive to the old gods.
How could there be skinchangers outside the continent of Westeros?
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