The big boat rushed down the river and sailed out of the mouth of the turbulent river into the summer sea.

All of a sudden, the blue sea filled the field of vision.

After the dragon hatched in Sky and City, Samwell slipped away.

After a while in the Crimson Mountains, we arrived at Gaoyin City, and then took a boat down the river and headed straight for Eagle's Beak Island.

By this time their ship had sailed out of the Turbulent River and into the Summer Sea. The air is tinged with a faint salty smell as dolphins and flying fish weave through the waves, chasing the boats.

A milky white dragon hovered and soared between the masts, and although it was only the size of a kitten, it was terrifying to the captain.

"Lord Caesar." He chased the white lightning-like figure in the sunlight and quietly swallowed his saliva, "You'd better put the dragon in a cage...... Otherwise, if the ship burns down......"

Samwell laughed, "Don't worry, it won't breathe fire without my orders." And it's small, and it doesn't spew much fire, so even if you set your boat on fire, you can save it. ”

The captain had no choice but to leave, and at the same time asked the sailors to prepare dozens of barrels of seawater and put them on the deck, just in case.

"Sam, don't lock up the dragon." Margaret reminded, "The Targaryens built a domed castle in King's Landing, called the Dragon's Lair, to keep the royal dragons in it. Although the dragon's den is very spacious and said to have room for fifty horses to ride side by side, even so, the dragons kept in the dragon's den have not grown into the size of their ancestors, and they are deformed, thin, and short-lived.

Some scholars believe that the dragons of House Targaryen died because the stone walls and domes restricted their growth. ”

"The bachelors are talking nonsense." Melisandre, the sorceress of the red robes, said disapprovingly, "If the walls really limit their size, the nobles who live in tall castles should be countless times larger than the peasants in small cabins. ”

Margaery wrinkled the tip of her delicate nose and said with some disberence: "People are different from dragons, so it's best not to take risks." ”

Samwell smiled and played round: "Don't worry, I won't keep my dragon in captivity like a dog, even if the wall doesn't limit the size, it will kill the dragon's wildness." ”

"That's right!" Margaery smiled, happy that the man was on her side, "By the way, Sam, have you figured out the name of this dragon?" ”

"Hmm." Samwell looked at the white dragon passing by the sea, and the corners of his mouth turned up, "Just call, Cleopatra." ”

"Cleopatra?" Margaery frowned, "Is this the name of an ancient king?" Or which ancient deity? How I've never heard of it. ”

It's Cleopatra's name, and you'll be surprised if you've heard it.

Caesar's mount should be called this.

No problem.

"It's the name I heard from the flames, maybe a revelation from the gods." Samwell casually made up a reason.

Hearing this, Melisandre's eyes flickered, as if she was pondering the meaning of the name, whether it was another revelation from the Lord of Light, Laherlo.

As if hearing her name, Cleopatra flicked her wings to stir up the steaming waters and flew in front of Samwell, hissing with a long serpentine neck.

Samwell took a piece of raw fish from the bag and shook it in front of the dragon.

"Dragon Burn." He commanded softly.

Cleopatra immediately roared and spewed orange-red flames, scorching the flesh and then biting and swallowing it with her sharp teeth.

"Sam, what did you just say?" Margaery asked, holding her chin in her hand, looking at the little dragon with interest.

It's Chinese. Samwell reached out and touched the head of the young dragon's triangle: "I made up the words." I'm training it to understand commands, so I'm looking for a password that no one will happen to say. ”

"Oh." Margaery stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to touch the dragon too, but she didn't dare, "Can I touch it?" ”

"Touch it, I'm here, it won't bite you."

Margaery carefully touched Cleopatra's translucent wings, then immediately retracted them and giggled, "It's a little hot." ”

"Dragons are flesh and blood made of fire." Melisandre said in a reverent tone, "And fire is power." ”

"Cleopatra." Margaery tried to call the name of the white dragon.

It's a pity that the white dragon ignored her.

Margaery pouted, then laughed to herself, "This seems to be a female name, is it a female?" ”

"You can't define a dragon by the gender of a mortal creature." Melisandre said.

"What do you mean?" Margaery tilted her head, "Dragons are not male or female? ”

Melisandre shook her head, "Dragons have no gender, they are neither male nor female, they are constantly changing, swaying like flames. ”

When Samwell heard this, he grabbed Cleopatra with his hand, turned it over, and sure enough, he couldn't find anything that could identify the gender.

The white dragon didn't seem to like this posture very much, constantly flapping its wings and hissing and roaring.

Samwell hurriedly let go of it and brought out another flying fish, which coaxed the little guy to a good place.

"And how long do they live?" Margaery asked curiously.

Melisandre said, "According to the ancient records of Asha, some dragons lived for a thousand years. ”

"I remember that the 'Black Death' Bellerion of House Targaryen died during the reign of Jaehaerys I the 'Arbiter' and lived for more than two hundred years in total." Margaery tucked her long hair, tossed by the sea breeze, "The dragons of Westeros don't seem to live longer. ”

"That's because House Targaryen doesn't know how to tamestinate dragons." Melisandre said lightly.

"Do you understand?" Margaery glanced at the witch from Asha.

"Of course." Melisandre held her head high, the ruby in her throat glittering with fire, "Dragons were born in the Shadowlands east of Asha, they are messengers of light, the embodiment of fire, servants of Rahlo, the Lord of Light. ”

Hearing this, Margaret couldn't help but retort, "The Targaryens don't believe in your Lord of Light, they serve the Seven Gods, and, if I'm not mistaken, none of the Dragon Kings in Valyria believe in the Lord of Light. ”

Margaery has always been very wary of the red-robed witch who appeared next to Samwell, and she is very worried that the other party will affect Samwell's mind, and even convert Sam to the Lord of Light.

In her opinion, the Seven Gods are the dominant belief in Westeros, and if Samwell converts to the Lord of Light, it will be easy to encounter resistance from the nobles and commoners of the Seven Kingdoms.

Melisandre's fiery eyes stared at Margaery, and she said:

"So the dragons of House Targaryen are dead, the descendants are driven out of Westeros, and the Valyrian Empire is destroyed in an apocalyptic catastrophe. This is the Lord of Light's punishment for mortals who steal their divine power but refuse to serve. ”

"Then you have served the Lord of Light for so long, and you have never seen Him give you a dragon." Margaery's counterattack was quite sharp.

Melisandre took it in stride: "God has given me enough. ”

"Alright." Samwell interrupted the rather gunpowder argument between the two women, and said, "Tell me, Lady Melisandre, what kind of place is it?" ”

He knew that Melisandre was trying to gain his trust, and that many of the things she said were exaggerated.

However, after all, he is a missionary, and if he does not boast and pretend to be mysterious at all, how can he attract believers?

The Targaryens' dragons became extinct because the tide receded.

The magic of Game of Thrones is like a tidal wave, with high tides and low tides.

The dragon is a magical creature, so when the magic ebbs, it will naturally become extinct, and it has nothing to do with whether it will be domesticated or not.

It has nothing to do with believing in the Lord of Light or not.

A month ago, the Red Comet descended, announcing that the magic tide was coming again, so he was able to awaken the dragon in the stone with the Blood Fire Sacrifice.

Aegon V had used the same method in the Summer Hall, but nothing had hatched, not because he didn't believe in the Lord of Light, but simply because magic was still in the ebb stage.

"Yasha is the easternmost part of the known world." Melisandre began to speak, and there was a strange magic in her deep voice,

"It's a city built along the Black River of Ashes, the size of five King's Landings. All the buildings in the city are built of black rocks, which absorb any light, so the day is also gloomy and the night is really dark.

Grain cannot be grown here, and the water of the Ash River is undrinkable. Fortunately, Axia produced a large amount of gold and precious stones, which attracted merchant ships and brought food and drinking water.

Yasha is also a magical city. Wizard, Alchemist, Moon Chanter, Red Monk, Necromancer, Sky Mage, Blood Wizard, Torturer, Judge Knight, Priestess, Shapeshifter, Pale Child...... It can be found everywhere there.

There are no taboos for Yasha, where occult believers are free to display their spells, perform terrible rituals, trade with demons, and perform terrifying sorcery if they wish......"

"What a scary place." Margaery couldn't help but lean in on Samwell.

"I've heard that Asha is best known as the Shadowbinder." Samwell looked at Melisandre with a smirk.

He knew that Melisandre was a Shadowbinder, able to use the power of magic to drive shadows.

In the original book, Melisandre gave birth to a shadow for Duke Stannis Baratheon, and used it to kill her own brother, Duke Ranley Baratheon, and Ser Cortanay Ponros, acting lord of Storm's End.

Previously, in Skyside City, Melisandre had proposed to help Samwell kill people, and she probably wanted to use the same method.

And just now, when she introduced the occultists of Asha, she deliberately omitted the Shadowbinder.

"Yes, my lord, you can also see the Shadowbinder in Asha." There's no strange look on Melisandre's face, "They like to cover their faces with painted masks, and they're the only ones who dare to follow the River of Ashes up to the Shadowlands." ”

"Then why aren't you wearing a mask?" Samwell stared into Melisandre's eyes, eager to see the panic.

However, it didn't.

The eyes of the red-robed woman were like a raging flame, hot and firm.

"You're a Shadowbinder?" Margaery reacted immediately.

"That's right." Melisandre nodded in acknowledgement, only with a noticeably more humble attitude.

It seems that Samwell has been revealed by his true body, and she is not as calm as she seems.

"But aren't you a believer in the Lord of Light?" Margaery wondered, "How could it be a shadowbinder who manipulates the shadows?" ”

"Why not?"

"Shadows are dark things."

"No, you're wrong. Where did the shadow come from in the darkness? Melisandre's answer was always so impeccable, "The shadow is the servant of the light, the child of the flame." ”

Margaret was speechless.

Samwell laughed, not knowing whether he believed this rhetoric or not.

(End of chapter)