Chapter 48: Magic Revival
"Khaleesi, there's a fire mage ahead, performing in the street, and the crowds of people are so dense that the street is completely blocked." Aggo lowered his head, put his head close to the window of the oxcart, and shouted loudly.
He had to shout loudly. The streets were as noisy as boiling porridge, with people and voices everywhere, even more exaggerated than the train stations during the Spring Festival in modern society.
"It's just a fire mage. You can see those guys in the streets and alleys and dock taverns every day. It's nothing special." Xaro looked disapproving.
He was probably used to the traffic jams in Qarth. He was still calm in such an environment. He took out a bottle of red wine from the small compartment under the chair, shook it at Dany, and said, "Don't you miss your hometown? This is the best golden wine from Qingting Island. Let's have another drink."
"No, fire mages are not so common in the western continent. I'll go out and take a look." Dany shook her head.
In fact, fire mages can often be found in the streets of Braavos and Pentos. Even in King's Landing under the Doctrine of the Seven, there is a guild of fire wizards.
The fire mages that Daenerys met before were more like acrobats or magicians than wizards.
But Dany didn't want to continue to talk nonsense with Xaro. She was tired.
"Find me a horse." She poked her head out of the curtain and shouted to the bloodriders.
"Khaleesi, your cheongsam is not suitable for riding." Jorah stepped forward and said.
The three bloodriders were on the left and right sides of the ox cart, and the other was leading the way. Ser Jorah was guarding the back and guarding the dragon cage on the ox cart behind with Quirrell.
"Oh, trouble," Dany looked around and found that she was not tall enough to see through the dense crowd.
Suddenly, she had an idea and said with a smile, "I'll stand on the ox's back, Aggo, you hold me up beside me."
This ox cart was one of the gifts Xaro gave to Dany. The body of the cart was made of ebony and gold. The bulls pulling the cart were also divine bulls selected from thousands of miles away. One was as white as ivory, and the other was as black as black jade. They were extremely majestic and extremely docile and obedient.
Their horns were inlaid with jewels.
As she spoke, she jumped off the ox cart and squeezed next to the white bull pulling the cart. She stood on the broad back of the bull as lightly as a flexible ape, without Aggo's support at all.
It would not be a big deal if she didn't look at it. Just a glance scared Dany. The fire mage was a small man wearing a tight red robe, with a dark and thin face and a monkey-like body. At this time, he was like the most magical magic monkey. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a blazing flaming staircase two meters above the ground.
He leaped and landed on the swaying red fire stairs. He didn't fall. Dany didn't see any hidden support.
In fact, this was just the beginning. He stood on the empty flame stairs, waving his hands repeatedly. Orange-red fire stairs appeared in an orderly manner, extending all the way to the high lattice ceiling. Then he climbed on the fire stairs like a monkey. Every time he stepped over a step, the step disappeared behind his feet, leaving only a wisp of silver smoke.
Climbing higher and higher, up to the height of four floors, he waved to the crazy cheering audience below at the top, and suddenly fell back. The whole person, including the last step of the fire ladder, disappeared abruptly without a trace.
Dany stared at the empty yellow sky with wide eyes, and shouted in her heart: This is impossible.
If the street jugglers are so awesome, how can I survive?
"Ago, Ser Jorah, what do you think?" She couldn't help asking the two people guarding the white bull.
They rode on tall horses and witnessed the previous miracle with Dany.
"It's a very good trick. Many court magicians are not as good as him." Jorah exclaimed loudly.
"Do you understand? Where is the person? Why can he stand on the flame out of thin air? Is there really magic?" Dany asked repeatedly.
"Hahaha, Princess, you think too much. It's just a trick of the quacks. They make a living by doing this. If they don't fool us, they are not qualified." Jorah laughed.
"This is not a trick." A woman said in the Common Language.
Hearing the voice, Dany noticed that Quaixi had stood next to the white bull without knowing when, still wearing a gray linen wizard robe with a hood and a red lacquered wooden mask.
I don't know how long she has been there, and several people have always ignored her.
She is obviously a wizard, but she has maxed out the stealth skill.
While secretly complaining in her heart, Dany turned over and rode sideways on the bull's back, smiling and greeting: "Master Mage, long time no see, how are you recently?"
After greeting, she hurriedly asked: "Do you know the trick of the magic just now? Or, is it really magic? But how is this possible?"
"If it was half a year ago, I would agree with you without seeing it with my own eyes, but it's different now, Daenerys, you have brought the power of magic back to this world." Kuixi's eyes reflected a moist luster behind the mask.
Dany blinked hard, but she couldn't see the color of her eyes.
"Isn't it exaggerated? If I had that ability, I wouldn't know anything about magic." She smiled.
Kuei-shi pointed at the fire mage who had come out of nowhere in the crowd and said seriously, "I know him. Half a year ago in the same place, he couldn't even make fire with dragon crystals, and could only rely on gunpowder and wildfire to deceive ignorant fools.
Daenerys, look carefully, the fat man from Qarth in colorful robes, he is the priest of the Temple of Memory, the girl in a felt hat behind him, you should pay attention."
Dany followed her instructions and looked at it intently. Just seven or eight meters away, there was a girl wearing a felt hat and a magenta skirt, dressed like a lady from a wealthy family, leaning against the fat priest's waist for a while and then squeezing past in another direction as if nothing had happened.
"That girl is a pickpocket! I saw her use a blade to cut the cloth bag on the waist of the milkman priest." Ago exclaimed.
"Now do you understand?" Kuei-shi looked at Dany and said lightly, "The fire mage used magic performances to attract the audience's attention, and then the pickpockets he raised took the opportunity to work."
"But what does this mean?" Dany murmured.
"He is not an orthodox fire mage."
"You saw the flaming stairs with your own eyes just now. Half a year ago, he could only perform barefoot steps on charcoal or let burning roses bloom in the air - you should be able to guess the tricks without me explaining. Compared with the performance now, it's like heaven and earth."
Finally, she said to Dany with emotion: "The reason is very simple. The tide of magic is coming, his own magical power is growing, and the power of every occultist in this world is rapidly increasing."
"You don't want to teach me magic, so what's the point of telling me this." Dany said without comment.
Even if dragons bring magic to this world, she can't even cast the most basic spell.
After listening to what Kuixi said today, she gave up the idea of going to Yasha to study.
If she really goes to that wizard city, will she learn witchcraft from the wizard, or will the wizard study witchcraft from her "body"?
"I want to warn you, Daenerys Targaryen." Quaishi suddenly stepped forward and held Dany's right hand that was supporting the bull's back. "You must leave this city quickly, otherwise you will not be able to leave."
"Son of Shadow, do not touch the Mother of Dragons!" Jhogo's eyes were sharp, and he quickly tapped the handle of the whip on Quaishi's fingers. She immediately retracted her hands in pain.
Dany frowned and raised her right hand to look carefully in front of her eyes. The skin was white and tender, without even a trace of red.
Was it an illusion?
The moment Quaishi touched her right wrist just now, a sharp stinging pain came out at the touch.
It came suddenly and went away quickly. She was not sure if it was an illusion.
"What's the danger?" she asked.
Quaishi was calm and didn't get angry when Jhogo hit him. "The royal family has seen your dragon. You have rejected Xaro many times and will continue to reject him in the future. The wizards have always coveted your dragon. You should know this yourself. None of the major forces in Qarth are your friends. Isn't that dangerous enough?"
Dany glanced at the ox cart behind her and said without comment: "Where do you think I should go? Well, I won't go to Asshai."
Quaishi said lightly: "To go to the north, you must go south. To reach the west, you must go east. If you want to move forward, you must retreat. If you want light, you must go through the shadows. This is your destiny."
"Alas, why do you have to make me go to Asshai? Even a crappy witch easily ruined my life, but there are countless wizards who study mysterious powers there." Dany said helplessly.
"There is the truth there, the truth of the world that you must know." Quaishi said.
Then, without waiting for Dany to ask again, she bowed and disappeared into the crowd.
Aggo looked at the back of Quaixi as he left, snorted and said, "No one in his right mind would believe in the Son of Shadow."
"Hahaha, your barbarians have wisdom that they don't know." Xaro was in the carriage, listening to the conversation between the few people just now. He pulled aside the curtain and invited Dany to sit back in the carriage. "Even if you keep rejecting me, I will still be your most loyal friend and most ardent suitor. You can treat my palace as your home and stay as long as you want."
"Thank you, you are my most trusted friend, gentleman Xaro." Dany smiled.
Trust you, it's time to leave.
When the sun set, they returned to Xaro's mansion. After Dany dealt with Xaro, she immediately called Jorah to the study and asked him what he thought about Quaixi's remarks.
"Although I don't trust her, there is something that Queshi said that is very correct. The longer you stay here, the more dangerous it is. Even from the perspective of guest rights, a short visit is considered a guest. If we stay here for too long, our stay will become a journey, and we can no longer be considered guests." Jorah talked about the traditions from the North again.
"Where do you think we should go next?" she asked.
"To the East. The Far East is not just Asshai. There are many trading cities in the Jade Sea." Jorah said.
Dany said lightly: "Going to the East almost means giving up the opportunity to return to Westeros and giving up allies such as Illyrio who support the Targaryen family."
"Illyrio is not trustworthy. He is fat, which means he is gluttonous. As the saying goes, 'A glutton must be greedy.' At the same time, he is also a powerful person in power. There is another saying, 'A person in power must be cunning by nature.' How can you trust someone who is both greedy and cunning?" Jorah said seriously.
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