Chapter 50 Glass Candles
Dany did not immediately agree to Xaro's meeting with Erathon. When she asked Jorah for advice that night, the knight advised her not to deal with those mysterious people.
"Sir, this is not the magical desert of Westeros. I also want to stay away from wizards, but you often go to the streets. There are fire mages, wizards, priests and others everywhere in the streets and alleys. You can't avoid them." She sighed.
Even in the Far West under the teachings of the Seven Gods, Westeros, it is experiencing waves of unprecedented magical events.
Earl Beric, who was killed many times, was resurrected many times. The Red Woman killed people with the Son of Shadow in the air, cursed by leeches, and Catelyn, who was almost soaked in water, was resurrected and prophesied.
The learning threshold of prophecy skills is terribly low. It seems that every magician in this world can predict, and almost all major events that will happen in the future have been successfully predicted.
In such a fantasy world, the idea of respecting ghosts and gods and avoiding them is not acceptable. It can't be avoided!
So Dany asked him directly about Erathon's personality and whether he could be trusted.
"Xaro didn't lie. Compared to exploring the truth of the world, Erathon is more willing to enjoy a comfortable life. His threat level is far lower than that of the boy. If he allows us to go with you, it shouldn't be too dangerous."
"Of course, the best choice is not to go, and don't communicate with any wizards. Without contact, blood and hair, it is difficult for wizards to hurt others."
In the end, Ser Jorah advised her again.
Dany did not accept his advice. The reason was simple and there was no way to avoid it.
Did Renly take the initiative to deal with wizards?
Wasn't he cut off by the "Ghost Baby"?
Westeros tried hard to suppress people with mysterious powers. The fire wizards and red robe priests who were almost normal in Essos were never seen by the people of the Seven Kingdoms, but the White Walker crisis broke out in the North.
Old Mormont led a group of Night's Watchmen to leave the Wall and go outside the Wall to inquire about the movements of the White Walkers. As a result, only Sam knew that dragon glass could deal with White Walkers.
Even Sam was just cramming at the last minute, and he just found the information from the Night's Watch library.
With the dragon as the ultimate weapon, Dany didn't need to force herself to master the power of magic and witchcraft, but she at least had some knowledge of those mysterious powers.
At about eight o'clock in the evening, Dany and Xaro sat in a bullock cart, escorted by Jorah and others, and passed through four streets and two brightly lit night markets to the small merchants' gathering area in the west of the city.
"Although Errasson is much more normal than a wizard, he is still a weird guy to us." Xaro moved his fat body and stepped off the carriage.
He smiled as he walked, "Almost no one has seen him during the day, but after midnight, people often see him wrapped in a gray wizard robe on the streets, square fountains, and docks."
"So they all call me Night Walker."
Dany rubbed her eyes. The red copper and purple wood door that was originally tightly closed had opened wide, and a middle-aged man with half-long black hair stood at the door.
Typical Qarth milky white skin, long horse face, blue lips representing wizards, and a black pearl on the left side of the nose, which was extremely conspicuous against the pale face.
"When did you come out?" Dany opened her mouth in shock.
She was the first to jump off the carriage, and her eyes never left the door a few steps away. The wooden door was closed a moment ago, and in the blink of an eye, the host had already gone out to greet the guests.
"Hahaha, Mother of Dragons, you are the source of miracles, you should not be surprised by these little tricks." Errathon laughed.
"It's just a little trick of the wizard. It's nothing." Xaro shook his head and said calmly, "Compared with the shadow son of Quaishi, he is not even an apprentice."
The merchant was very rude, but the night walker was not angry. "In the whole of Qarth, except for the immortals who may exist in the temple, who can say that they are more powerful than Quaishi?"
"Welcome, Mother of Dragons, it is the greatest honor of my life that you have the honor to visit my humble home." Errasson bowed very gentlemanly and said loudly, "To express my gratitude, I will do my best to show you the power of magic tonight."
After that, he clapped his hands three times in a row. In the puzzled eyes of Dany and others, he stretched out his right hand as an invitation, "Please follow me."
With doubt, Dany stepped onto the stairs and stepped over the threshold.
"Oh my God, it's beautiful!" She couldn't help but exclaimed.
Behind the gate was a red stone slab road. On both sides of the two-meter-wide stone road, there were flower beds filled with plants that looked like sorghum. They were thin and long, more than two meters high. Their stems were like white opaque glass, and the brown leaves at the top glowed with a faint blue light.
Walking there, it seemed like coming to a magical world. Dany was intoxicated by the strange beauty and couldn't help herself. Her steps slowed down unconsciously.
"Ghost grass?!" Ser Jorah suddenly changed color and exclaimed.
"Clang clang clang!" The blood guard was stunned at first, then immediately drew his scimitar and stepped forward to protect Dany firmly in the middle.
"Don't get excited. This is the wizard's house. Ghost grass is just a landscape plant." Night Walker smiled faintly.
"Khaleesi, this is a cursed place. We have to leave quickly. Only cursed souls can make ghost grass glow. Everyone knows it." Aggo said loudly.
"Everyone knows it." Rakharo responded.
"Ghost grass is an ominous thing. When it covers the world, other life will end completely. Everyone knows it." Jhogo shouted.
"Calm down. If ghost grass is so terrible, will the people of Qartheen allow it to exist?" Dany pushed Ago and Rakharo away and continued to walk forward.
"Mother of Dragons, you have wisdom that ordinary people can't reach." After complimenting, Erathon explained: "The reason why centaurs are afraid of ghost grass is that this plant is extremely invasive. Wherever it exists, other plants cannot survive, and cattle and horses cannot eat ghost grass."
"Haha, your barbarians also call sea water poisonous water. Any water that horses can't drink is poisonous water, and any grass that horses can't eat is cursed grass."
Although Erathon's words make sense, Dany doesn't like his tone of belittling centaurs.
"If ghost grass is just an ordinary plant, why did the wizard plant it in his own garden?"
"Hmm," Errathon looked at her deeply and nodded, "Yes, ghost grass is not ordinary at all. It is a natural 'water level' of magic tide.
When the magic tide surges, the ghost grass begins to grow. When the magical power of the world ebbs, the ghost grass withers and cannot sprout again.
The growth of ghost grass is determined by the magic level of the world. The centaurs' worry that it may cover the world is completely unnecessary."
Dany touched the white glass-like stems in surprise and did not feel anything strange.
"What did you do by clapping before you came in?" she asked.
"I cast a curse on them," Errathon laughed strangely, "the newly dead souls make it phosphorescent."
"Uh"
Erathon didn't say anything polite and took Dany and her group to his laboratory.
Jorah and the centaurs were in awe of the bottles and jars, but Dany looked strange, as if she had come to a chemical laboratory.
Glass beakers, measuring cylinders, measuring bottles, brown reagent bottles, iron distillation racks, and strange heating lamps?
"What kind of lamp is this?" She pointed at the heating device that looked like a small liquefied gas tank and asked curiously.
"Secondary wildfire reagent."
"Wildfire?" Jorah shouted, and hurriedly pulled Dany back a few steps, shouting: "Seven layers of hell, are you crazy? You just put wildfire on the table? With the hot temperature of Qarth-"
Erathon interrupted him and said: "With the hot temperature of Qarth, it should have exploded long ago. But as you can see, my potion laboratory is still intact."
"Did you find a more stable formula for wildfire?" Jorah was horrified.
What the hell is wildfire?
Wildfire = Low-end version of Amaterasu
In addition to needing oxygen, it has the characteristics of Amaterasu that it can burn and burn on any object.
If it is not extremely easy to burn, and extremely unstable when moving - easy to explode, the war mode of the world of ice and fire has long been changed.
Well, it has entered the era of "hot" weapons.
If Errathon can develop wildfire that does not explode even in the hot summer, then Qarth can dominate the world.
"Ice is added to the jar." Dany touched the jar made of gray iron and said.
"Yes, each time you use it, take out a part and put it in the combustion dish." Errathon said casually, and then pointed to the milky white glass rod on the marble base with great spirits, and said: "Although the production of wildfire is also related to the magic tide, it is ultimately just a trick of jugglers. Glass candles are the embodiment of the extraordinary power of wizards."
"Glass candle?"
It was a twisted glass rod over one meter long, milky white, opaque, inserted on a half-meter high square stone platform, and there was nothing strange about it from the outside.
Dani asked in confusion, "What's the use of it?"
"Watch it carefully." Errathon walked to the glass rod with a serious look, and chanted in a sharp and high-pitched voice that Dani could not understand. It was the spell language of the wizard.
"Wow!"
The dim laboratory seemed to have turned on the switch of a 200-watt electric light, and the glass candle unscrupulously splashed the sky with bright light like snow.
The light appeared in the form of strands, like willow catkins falling, and like goose feathers of snow dancing under the scorching sun at noon, like a dream, as if time and space were transferred to a strange world of light.
"Try to enter the state of emptiness." Errathon's voice came faintly.
Dani's trance was awakened by him.
If you don't say it, I probably really entered the state of emptiness, she complained in her heart.
Suddenly, Dani's heart moved, and her soul ignored the distance of several streets and found the black dragon in the mansion.
"Swish!"
She entered the dragon spirit mode, and the soul of the black dragon merged with her.
But she shifted her sight to the shining glass candle again, "Buzz--"her mind suddenly shook, the white light curtain in front of her eyes blurred for a moment, then became clear again, revealing a clear picture: falling rapidly from the boundless starry sky, landing 10 meters above the ground and suddenly stopping, she came toa vast grassland below her, yurts were densely dotted on the grassland like mushrooms after rain, most of the tents had dim campfires, and a few were lit with orange light.
"Django, my baby son, you are really a eater."
The voice sounded in her ears, and the scene in her vision immediately changed again, and suddenly she entered a spacious straw curtain palace, a familiar palace, a familiar voice, a familiar silver-haired woman, a familiar white fat baby
"Ah!" The silver-haired baby boy holding his head suddenly opened his eyes and met Dany's eyes.
"Ouch!" Dany was suddenly startled by someone pushing her shoulder, and turned around to see Jorah looking at her worriedly.
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