Melisandre's room was never really dark.

Even as the moonlight poured into her bedroom from the attic windowsill, she lit three animal fat candles to ensure that the horrors of the night were dispelled.

The candle flickered, and there was still a lot of darkness in the house, so she got up and added dry wood to the fireplace, so that the fire could not be extinguished day and night.

Melisandre sighed and went to the window to look out at the quiet sky of the fishing village harbor.

"There was a fire in the city. "A man's voice came in from outside the bedroom, and it was a young man's voice.

As Melisandre breathed, there was a refreshing scent of flowers wafting from the inn's courtyard, the fragrance was rich and unheard of.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then turned to the bedroom door and gently pulled it open.

A young man with an eager face appeared outside the door.

Davon Seaworth was the fifth son of Davos Seaworth, the onion knight. He was an attendant of Stannis Baratheon and was temporarily sent to serve the Red Robes, and he was one of the survivors of the Battle of Blackwater who was picked up by the Reese battleship. While his brothers all died in the Battle of King's Landing, Davon Seaworth survived because he stayed with Stannis throughout the battle.

Dai Feng first glanced at Melisandre obsessively, and then lowered his head slightly, fascinated by her mature and haughty figure.

"The Drowning Cultists have been discovered?" asked Melisandre.

"Yes, the shouts of killing spread through half of the village, and the firelight burned the eastern sky. ”

"That's what they deserve, the north is the power of the old gods, although it is gradually weakening, but it is not a good place for them poor drowning gods to spread their faith, only light and fire can save their people in the cold, I even personally warned their witches to keep her away from the flames, the flames are the great enemy of the drowning gods. ”

It was pitiful that a drowned priestess she had seen before Melisandre, dressed as a prostitute to preach, was found out.

Unaffected by this, the priestess in red sat down in front of the fireplace, began to pray with her eyes closed, and then opened her eyes and gazed at the flames.

She'll have to see Stannis's future again.

In order to ensure that the previous omen did not change because of the defeat of the Blackwater River.

Countless priests have fallen to false visions, seeing wishful thinking in the flames and mistaking them for the Lord of Light.

Since his defeat, King Stannis has been preparing to march to the snowy north to gather the support of the nobles in the north.

He is the reincarnation of Arthur Ahai, and he carries the fate of the whole world on his shoulders.

Lakhlo, the Lord of Light, bestows on her visions and gives her a glimpse of his future in the flames.

The red-robed priestess chanted, "Lord of Light, let me see Stannis," she prayed. Let me see your king, your spokesman in the world. ”

In front of her, flickering visions flickered in the flames, one just taking shape, and another appearing in the fading.

Through the curtain of flames, she saw that the first figure seemed to be Stannis's, and it didn't, the figure was hanging from the snowy sky with a rope that appeared out of thin air and wrapped around his neck, causing blood to break out of his hollow eye sockets.

The other figure was a flying knight with huge wings, and he sat down like an eagle and a lion, turning into a shadow between its wings, and flying in circles towards the blue sky of Valanwa.

The priestess in red shuddered, black blood smoking down her thighs.

The flames filled her body, extreme pain, extreme ecstasy, filling her, scorching her, the flames deformed her body.

The heat wave is like a lover's eager hand, drawing patterns on her skin.

A voice from the distant past called out to her, "Ma'am,"

Someone touched her shoulder, Melisandre woke up and found that the big hand was from Davon, she first breathed a sigh of relief, and then said sternly to the back, "Don't touch me, not in the future, otherwise the Lord of Light will not bless you again." ”

"What do you see, ma'am?" the boy asked softly, withdrawing his hand.

The flames burned, making a tiny crackling sound, and in the slight crackling sound she heard a whisper, a name, Lynn Rothschild, whose handsome face was outlined by orange tongues of fire, and appeared before her like a looming shadow through the fluttering curtain.

He started out as a man, and then countless others appeared before him. But wherever he is, there are always figures everywhere, always surrounding him.

Melisandre was worried.

However, he pretended to be relaxed and replied, "It's not a big deal,"

Dai Feng then asked, "Will everything be going well with King Stannis in the North?"

Melisandre remembered the hanged figure in the snowstorm and smiled reluctantly, "I think so." ”

In fact, she couldn't even see her king clearly in her vision.

Melisandre thought, "I begged Lahllo to give me a glimpse into Arthur Ah's future, but all I saw was this new guardian of the North, Lynn Rothschild. ”

It's always hard to watch the fire and see the omen, and she thinks that something is wrong with the fire watching this time, and plans to pray again after soothing her spirits.

The art of watching fire, like all arts, requires long-term control, cultivation, and learning. Pain, and pain. Rahlo used ashes and flickering tongues of fire as a language to convey omens to his chosen believers.

It is a difficult and subtle language that only God Himself can master 100 percent. She couldn't count how many years Melisandre had spent practicing the art.

Moreover, in addition to her long-term cultivation, she also paid a huge additional price. Eventually, seeing and interpreting ambiguous omens from the flame is a skill that no one else has as deep as hers, including her monastic fellowship.

"Davon," she commanded, "water." Her throat was challing with thirst.

"Yes, ma'am. The young man poured a glass of water from the stone pot by the window and brought it to her.

Melisandre took it, took a sip of water, swallowed it, and looked up and smiled at the young man.

Dai Feng's face turned red, the young man was a little in love with her, she knew it.

He fears her, he wants her, and he worships her.

Even so, Dai Feng was not happy to stay here.

The boy was extremely proud of his status as the King's squire, and when Stannis ordered him to leave the army and serve Melisandre, his pride was greatly hurt.

Like boys his age, Dai Feng dreams of honor.

He was from the king for Melisandre.

At the Battle of Blackwater, the Alchemist's wildfire consumed nearly the King's entire fleet, and Davos Seaworth's four eldest sons died in the battle.

Davonne was the fifth son, and he was much safer here than he was with the king.

Davon would not thank her, let alone his father, but Davos Seaworth could not bear the pain of losing his son any longer, he had already endured too much. Although Seaworth went astray and stubbornly disbelieved in the Lord of Light, his loyalty to Stannis was unquestionable. She had seen it in the flames a long time ago.

Dai Feng was smart and capable, far better than her other attendants.

Before the rest of Stannis's fleet left for the Old City, she had twelve men to serve as guards, most of whom were unusable.

However, the priestesses in red did not need to count on them. Asha's Melisandre never feared for her own safety.

She is protected by the Lord of Light.

She took another sip of water, put down the cup, blinked her eyes, stretched her muscles and stood up, her whole body aching and stiff.

She felt very dark in the brightly lit room because of her long staring at the flames, and it took a while for her eyes to adjust. Her eyes were dry and tired, but she didn't dare to rub them, because they would only get worse.

She noticed that the fire in the fireplace was waning. "Dai Feng, add some firewood. How early it is. ”

"It's getting dawn, ma'am. ”

Dawn, thank the Lord of Light for giving us another day. The day is approaching, and the horrors of the night are receding.

Once again, Melisandre sat in front of the flames all night.

She often does.

She was about to get up, and suddenly in the flames, she saw a beautiful young girl, a girl who was blessed with the luck of the family in the river, and who was also favored by the Lord of Light, appeared next to Lynn Rothschild.

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