Chapter 294 Witchcraft

In the quiet room, Samwell and Melisandre sat opposite each other.

The red-robed witch held a strangely shaped thin bottle in her hand, and the mouth of the bottle kept shaking, as if something was about to come out of it.

As Melisandre uttered a strange spell, a silvery white flame suddenly jumped out of the bottle, as if a flower was blooming.

"Your Majesty, please extend your hand."

Samwell spread out his left hand, and saw Melisandre immediately put the vial upside down in his palm.

The silver-white flame flower bloomed in Samwell's hands.

Even though he had the talent of [The Unburned], he still felt a slight burning sensation.

After a while, Melisandre took the bottle away.

Samwell left a hexagonal silver-white flower in the palm of his hand, which was printed on his skin like a tattoo.

At the same time, the various visions caused by the surge of spiritual attributes have been greatly alleviated.

The strange ravings from the void gradually disappeared until they were almost inaudible.

"This seal can temporarily protect you from the interference of the elemental sea." Melisandre said.

Samwell was stroking the imprint on his palm curiously, and he was puzzled when he heard the words:

"Elemental sea? What is that?"

"That is the source of wizards' power." Melisandre said, "But it is also the source of danger and temptation."

Samwell didn't speak, and looked at the witch quietly, waiting for her further explanation.

"The extraordinary power we have comes from the sea of elements, which is an unknown existence in the void, gathering elements such as wind, fire, water, earth, light, shadow, thunder and lightning... They are violent and dangerous.

Mortals with certain talents can disturb the sea of elements and borrow some insignificant powers, which becomes what we call witchcraft.

For example, my control and use of flames is based on the fire element in the sea of elements. "

Hearing this, Samwell suddenly felt that perhaps the so-called magic tide was some kind of fluctuation in this sea of elements.

Dr. Marvin said that the gods are a group of prisoners trapped in the magic tide, perhaps it is precisely because they can only exist in the sea of elements, and they can project their influence to this place at regular intervals with certain regular fluctuations. world.

Melisandre continued:

"I first practiced witchcraft in the Red Temple of Asshai. I have been told that the red **** R'hllor is the master of the fire element, the master of light and shadow. All the spells are prayers to him, only Borrowing his great power, mortals can gain strength from the sea of elements.

But now it seems that this may be a lie. "

Speaking of this, Melisandre's eyes were slightly confused, but she quickly regained her composure.

She continued:

"After the previous blasphemy, R'hllor, the Lord of Light, has abandoned me, my prayers have not been answered, and I can no longer see illusions from the flames. I thought I would not be able to mobilize the power of the elemental sea But in fact, it is not the case.

I can't use some witchcraft, but only some, not all.

Although my strength has weakened, it has not completely disappeared.

So, R'hllor is obviously not the real master of the fire element, nor the master of light and shadow.

He was just..."

Speaking of this, Melisandre still paused, perhaps because she couldn't bear the collapse of her long-held beliefs in front of her.

"A lie." Samwell added indifferently, "Maybe the gods are all lies. They are just powerful wizards trapped in the sea of elements, and they are not fundamentally different from mortals."

"Perhaps..." Melisandre let out a long sigh, she calmed down and said instead:

"Your Majesty, let me teach you the basics of witchcraft."

"good."

"You have the talent of [The Unburned] and you can control a dragon, so I suggest you learn from fire magic."

"Yes." Samwell didn't care that this was the domain of R'hllor, the Lord of Light, and even held a provocative attitude eager to try.

Melisandre took out an ancient scroll and spread it out.

It is densely packed with distorted runes, like jumping flames.

"Your Majesty, please read after me."

"The blood oranges are overripe."

In the water garden of Sunspear City, Princess Arianne Martell said in a tired voice.

She suddenly felt that at this moment, she was like her father, Prince Doran.

The ripe orange fell into the garden, burst open, and **** juice flowed out, and the rich sweet smell soon filled the nostrils.

Namelia Shad hurried over and said:

"Your Highness, it's time for you to take care of Earl Anders. Some of the things he said in the city are very ugly, which will seriously affect the reputation of the Martell family."

"I see." Princess Arianne withdrew her mind and said, "Go and tell Lord Anders that I'll be waiting for him in the Old Palace. If you have anything to say, just make it clear in person."

"yes."

After Nymeria left, Princess Arianne stared at the blood oranges all over the floor again in a daze.

She still can't believe the news that Earl Anders brought back

Father failed.

In her impression, Prince Doran has become an almost omnipotent image.

No matter how difficult the situation is, as long as he is there, there is always a way to get through it safely.

But now, Prince Doran himself has become a prisoner of Caesar.

And Princess Arianne temporarily became the ruler of Dorne.

In the past, she longed for this identity very much, but now when she really finds that she has to face those difficulties in person and make choices for Dorne's future, this terrible pressure floods in like a tide, as if to drown her .

But she also knew that she had to take responsibility.

She is the eldest daughter of the prince, and is the future ruler of Dorne according to the inheritance law of Dorne.

Snapped-

Another blood orange fell to the ground, and blood-like juice flowed out.

Princess Arianne knew she should go.

She changed into a solemn dress, a black gauze dress with a sapphire headband, and then sat in her father's sedan chair and left the Flowing Water Garden under the **** of a team of guards.

Going south along the coastal road, Princess Arianne soon saw Sunspear again.

It was still as noisy and noisy as in memory, full of hot breath.

Because the guards were notified in advance, when the team arrived, the Trifold Gate had already been opened and they could go straight to the Old Palace.

Princess Arianne lifted the curtain of the car, and saw the towering Spear Tower at a glance, and of course the crowd gathered by the street.

"Make way for His Royal Highness Arianne!" The guards drove the crowd away.

But they are still making sounds:

"We don't want war!" an old woman screamed.

"Redeem our lord!" A knight struck his shield.

"We want food! Don't feed the captives!" cried a mother with a baby in her arms.

At this moment, a stone was thrown towards the carriage, but luckily it missed Princess Arianne.

But the guard still advised her to put down the curtain.

Princess Arianne wanted to find the person who threw stones at herself, but soon she gave up.

There are too many people, and their faces are full of anger.

Anger against the Martell family.

This must be provoked by someone!

Lord Anders Yronwood has bad intentions!

Princess Arianne suddenly became annoyed. When the news first came back, she should have dealt with it immediately instead of delaying until now, let alone allowing Earl Anders to spread unfavorable remarks in the city.

But she also knew that Earl Anders alone could not incite so many people.

This is actually more because the Martell family has indeed disappointed the Dornish people in recent years.

The repeated defeats on the battlefield, the deaths of soldiers, knights and even princes, made the Dornish people feel a fire in their hearts. They yearned for revenge, but Doran Martell let them down again.

Although Prince Lang trapped the army of the Three Realms, it was both a bargaining chip and a burden.

heavy burden.

Even if there is a river bend to provide cheap food, supporting such a large army will make the economy of Dorne, which is already full of holes, worse.

The price of food in Sunspear City is rising higher and higher, there are more and more refugees and beggars, and people's anger towards the Martell family is also increasing.

Just taking advantage of the Blood Reef Island incident, it broke out completely.

Boom

Something hit the carriage again, it looked like a persimmon.

Princess Arianne lowered the curtain and sat back.

Finally, under the protection of the guards, the carriage entered the castle, and the iron gate creaked down, blocking the noise and shouting outside.

Princess Arianne got out of the carriage and greeted the acting castellan Sir Manfred Martell.

"The situation is very bad, Your Royal Highness, Earl Anders gathered a lot of people to come..."

"I know." Princess Arianne interrupted Sir Manfred's thoughts, "I will deal with it."

She walked up the long stone steps of the Tower of the Sun to the great circular hall under the vault.

There are two seats on the high platform of the main hall, the back of one of the chairs is inlaid with the gold coat of arms of the Martell family, and the other is the sun pattern of the Rhoynar people.

When the warrior queen Nymeria crossed the sea to the west, this pattern was flying on the mast of the fleet.

Princess Arianne sat down on the sun-patterned seat.

I imagined the posture of the legendary queen of Rhoyna when she was sitting here, trying to make herself look more majestic.

Dozens of knights from various Dorne families stood under the stage, and the leader was Earl Anders of the Yronwood family.

Princess Arianne never liked the lord of the Bonewalk, but she had to admit that the Yronwood family was a big vassal with great influence in Dorne.

"Lord Anders, did you come to Sunspear as Caesar's envoy?"

(end of this chapter)