Dick Vishui walked into his tent, a small tent, in which stood a man whose face could not be seen clearly. Dressed in black, with his back to Dick.

"Who!" Dick's voice was very faint, but his heart was very surprised, the only people who could enter his tent silently were the monks and masters in the black and white courtyard of Braavos Lieshen Island.

Dick's sword was unsheathed before he could speak.

Not the sword that killers are accustomed to: the narrow sword.

An ordinary longsword. - In order to hide people's eyes.

The black shadow slowly turned around, but it became fainter and fainter, and when it was completely turned away, the person had faded to the point of disappearing.

However, Dick still saw his face: Viserys.

Viserys killed by him.

Dick didn't believe in ghosts, and he despised the gods, and this time he was even more surprised, he didn't know when his sword stabbed out, the figure was gone, and there was nothing in the air.

Dick was in doubt!

Are there really ghosts in the world?

He lit the candles, and the light was bright in the little tent, and everything was as usual, and on the small table, water glasses, and horsewhips hung on the tent.

"Viserys!" Dick whispered, "if you're still here, get out of here." You were foolish when you were alive, and I won't be afraid of you when you're dead. ”

There was no response, and he was left alone talking to himself.

Dick was bold, he wasn't afraid, he was just confused. He lay down on the bed slowly, and he didn't know how long it was, but it was silent, only the unknown night birds on the grassland chirped in the distance, but it seemed even more empty and silent on the grassland.

Dick stepped out of the tent, and he saw a bright campfire in the distance, and he walked over to it, where the multithraki men were dancing and partying all night long.

It was a huge army, numbering 100,000 people, and 40,000 warriors who could fight well.

Dick walked over and sat down on the grass and watched the men of the prairie wrestling beside the huge fire. Some young women with no clothes on were shouting cheers.

Dick saw a prairie witch, and looking at her outfit, it was probably a witch from a nearby village.

The Dothraki have their own cults, and steppe witches are loved by the Dothraki because of their ability to exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases. They are a special group of people who have free access to Karatha.

Dick's heart moved, and he followed the witch to the prairie, into the depths of darkness. The witch had a jar of wine in her hand and a few pieces of roasted meat.

A witch who loves good wine and barbecue.

Dick didn't know where the witch was going, and he couldn't see the natives nearby.

A grassland larger than the seven kingdoms of Westeros combined, with many villages and natives, many Calassa and Kao. Drogo Kao's Caratha is just one of the strongest of the teams.

"What are you doing with me, stranger?" the witch asked, pausing and turning. There was a smile in her voice, as if she thought the young man was funny.

Dick folded his hands and took out all the silver coins from his pockets, which were different from the coins of Westeros, which had no dragons on them and no deer on them. It's a sacred mountain and goddess motifs that Dick didn't understand. Some coins also have goats and some strange symbols on them.

This money was used in the major free trade city-states, and could also be used to buy horses, cattle or sheep on the Dothraki Sea.

"That's all my money. Dick handed the witch all the gold and silver coins.

He has had little concept of money since he was a child, and he took out all the money on his body.

The witch's face was hidden in her hood, as if witches liked it. But Dick didn't care about the witch's face, he only cared about one thing.

"What do you want to ask? "The lingua franca of witches is pretty standard.

Dick said, "I wonder if there is a soul after death?"

The witch giggled, as if to satirize the stupidity of strangers.

She stretched out her foot and trampled down a clump of grass, then took it away, and said, "What do you see, young man?"

"A clump of grass that has been trampled down. ”

"How do you know that the grass was stepped on?"

"I just saw it. ”

"What if you don't see it? I trampled the grass down, and I walked away first, and you didn't see it?"

"I still know that the grass was trampled on. ”

"Why?"

"Marks, traces on the fallen grass. ”

"Oh, traces, nice. And what about this?"

The witch held the jar in one hand, and suddenly threw the roast in her other hand, far away.

"Go pick it up. "The witch commanded Dick.

Dick immediately ran over, picked up the roast, and handed it to the witch.

"Sniff it in the past, what is left behind where the barbecue fell?"

Dick didn't move: "Left the smell of roasted meat." ”

The witch giggled, and the shrill laughter pierced the night sky: "Yes, traces and smells, young man, do you understand?"

"I don't understand. ”

"Where the feet walk, there are traces, where the barbecue falls, there is a smell, but what about life? ”

"Is the soul real?" Dick was shocked, even though he was mentally prepared. In addition to the real black magic, there are also ghosts.

"Is life real?"

"Yes!"

"So the soul is also real. Have you ever heard of necromancy, without a soul, there is no necromancy, and there will be no necromancy. ”

"So, the rumored fact that the Silent Sisters were able to talk to spirits is also true?"

"Stranger, I can't say too much to you anymore, it doesn't do you any good as an ordinary person. The witch giggled and walked into the darkness, "Thank you for the coins, I have enough for a year, you are so generous, stranger." ”

"So how can you avoid the haunting of ghosts?" called Dick.

"There are very few ghosts that can haunt people, unless he has a strong bloodline, strong resentment, and a paranoid personality during his lifetime, but as long as you don't go to your heart and choose to stay away from the place where he died, everything will be fine. Stranger, whatever you want to plan, get out of Dothraki quickly, get out of here. The gods here do not belong to you and will not accept you, so leave quickly, if you insist on staying, you will die here. ”

The shrine maiden disappeared into the darkness.

Dick turned, and everything was silent, and only a slight flame flickered in Daenerys's tent. He sneaked into the tent and silently dropped the snake's kiss into the yogurt that Daenerys would drink every morning when she woke up.

A drop of tongue kiss can kill an adult man.

Three tongue kisses can kill an elephant.

The virulence of the tongue is multiplied.

He crept back to his tent, stood for a moment, and gently lifted it, revealing that there was no shadow of Viserys inside.

Early the next morning, everyone got up, packed up their tents and continued eastward.

And last night, the Dothraki men, who had been thoroughly reveling, began to sleep on the marching horses. This is the special skill of the Dothraki cavalry. They can even stay on horseback for ten days and half a month without leaving the saddle, eating, sleeping, and marching on horseback.

When it comes to continuous marches, there is nothing more powerful than a Dothraki on horseback!

Daenerys, who was walking in front of the group, suddenly snorted, and was stabbed in the abdomen as if she had been stabbed again. She couldn't bear it, and fell off the horse, and the little silver horse stopped and neighed.

The people around her who were in an uproar immediately surrounded her, and they saw that her whole body was trembling, her face was distorted, and her throat was gurgling, but they could not say a word.

And the two people who were with her at all times, Jorah and Dick, were not with her this morning.

The bell rang loudly, and Drogo Kao roared on his big red horse and with his Blood Guard.