Chapter 273 Temple of R'hllor

After a while, Daniela hurried back.

There was also a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old wearing coarse clothes.

The little girl also has Valyrian characteristics.

Silver-gold slightly curly hair, light purple pupils, and skin as delicate and white as a cow.

Rhaegar looked at the other person.

The little girl had good looks and a cute little round face. She timidly held Daniela's hand.

Daniela led her forward and said gratefully: "Leila, this is the master who saved me. Thank you, sir."

Leila was an honest child. She knelt down on the ground and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, my lord."

"Get up."

Looking at the little girl who was about the same age as Helena, Rhaegar frowned slightly and spoke softly.

His views on illegitimate children have always been objective.

No big prejudice.

"Let's go."

Ignoring the embarrassed Gedel, Rhaegar put on his hood and walked out of the brothel with his two illegitimate daughters.

…

The next day.

A figure in black robe walked out of the black wall and entered an inconspicuous hotel.

Pushing open a door to the room on the second floor, a girl's surprised voice immediately came from inside: "Sir, you are back."

Daniela looked happy and held the rag to clean the table in her hand.

She quickly moved a clean stool and said, "Sir, you rest first, I'll go get some food."

"No, I brought it back."

Rhaegar took off the hood that hid his face and put the food he bought on the table.

Daniella and Leila did not dare to take it, and looked at Rhaegar timidly.

Rega waved his hand and said: "I have eaten, you eat."

The two illegitimate daughters had a bad life in the past and grew up frightened.

I respect and fear him.

Daniella said thanks and took the food to share with her sister.

While chewing the bread, Daniela asked in a low voice: "My lord, haven't you seen the Archon?"

She knew Rhaegar's purpose of going out early in the morning, but it seemed that he had gained nothing.

Rhaegar nodded: "Both of the Elephant Party's consuls are not in the mansion."

He learned from Gaidel last night the residence of the two Elephant Party governors.

Unfortunately, I didn't see any of them.

"The archons are all hateful."

Leila, who was chewing ham, muttered in a low voice and lowered her head timidly.

"Because they encourage the slave trade?" Rhaegar said.

Volantis continued the culture of the Free Fortress, preserved the electoral system, and even left slavery behind.

Leila nodded vigorously, leaning her thin body against her sister.

She felt sorry for Daniela who was trafficked.

"Eat quickly, I have to go out later."

Rhaegar rubbed her head and saw the shadow of Helena in her.

"Can we follow out?"

Leila raised her little face and said pitifully: "My sister and I have been working in a brothel and have never seen what it's like outside."

"Leila, shut up!" Daniella was startled and scolded her bold sister.

Rega smiled: "It's okay, let's go out for a walk together, it's no big deal."

With that said, he took out a black robe for Leila.

He didn't see the Elephant Party governor, so he didn't plan to waste time waiting.

After appreciating the scenery of Volantis and buying some local specialties to take back as gifts, it’s time to return and leave.

As soon as they heard that they could go out, the two sisters were happy and swallowed the food quickly with their little mouths.

…

At noon, the sun is shining.

Three figures in black robes were walking on the streets of Dongcheng District, attracting a lot of attention.

"The night is dark and dangerous everywhere..."

While shopping on the street, I heard the voice of a woman spreading the faith of the Lord of Light.

Regala pulled up his hood and saw the red-robed woman on the long bridge yesterday shouting loudly to a group of civilians and slaves again.

"Go around."

Rhaegar was repelled by the red-robed woman and walked into an alley.

After exiting the narrow alley and walking for some distance, a tall building appeared in front of us.

The building looks like a temple, with fine red fabric hanging on the white walls and flame patterns painted with dye.

At the entrance of the temple, two stone torches stand on the left and right, with flames burning inside.

Rhaegar took a second look and found a group of warriors wearing red robes and holding short sticks and spears near the temple.

"My lord, this is the Temple of R'hllor, and those are the guards of the Lord of Light."

Daniela spoke at the right time and introduced with cleverness.

"We actually came around to the door of the King of Light's house."

Rhaegar shook his head and laughed, turned around and planned to walk away.

"Wait a minute, this distinguished guest!"

Suddenly, a woman's magnetic voice sounded.

Rhaegar paused and looked around cautiously.

There were no pedestrians at the entrance of the temple, except those who called him, probably no one else.

Rega's eyes flickered and he turned his head calmly.

As soon as he saw it, a graceful witch in red robe walked out of the temple and walked towards him.

The red-robed witch looks gorgeous, and her every move is dignified. Her red lips lightly parted: "Distinguished guest, the high priest invites you to come to the temple to meet her."

"see me?"

Rega's eyes narrowed slightly and he said cautiously: "Who is your high priest, and do you know who I am?"

The followers of the Lord of Light are all a bit nagging.

He didn't want to get involved.

The red-robed witch chuckled and said: "The high priest divined that a distinguished guest will visit recently. The King of Light guided me to choose you."

"Speaking in human language?" Rhaegar was unmoved and did not believe in any oracle at all.

The red-robed witch's smile froze, and she said helplessly: "I saw your back in the flames, it must be you."

Rhaegar frowned, questioning.

If he remembered correctly, the red-robed woman he met in Stone Fence City three years ago was the one who deceived the Bracken family with illusions in flames.

He later learned from the soldiers in Shili City.

Suddenly, he felt a peeping gaze.

He suddenly looked up and saw an old man in red robes appearing at the door of the temple, looking at him calmly.

The red-robed witch followed her gaze and said respectfully: "Dear guest, he is the high priest, the person who wants to see you."

"I know."

Rhaegar said lightly and strode towards the temple.

The other party has already shown up, so he has nothing to fear.

At worst, summon the glutton, there's nothing that a breath of dragon flame can't solve.

Not long after.

Rhaegar entered the temple.

Looking around, the interior of the temple was empty, with flame patterns painted on the walls and a stone carving of a flaming red heart.

Clusters of fire pots are placed around to illuminate the dark space.

The old man in red robe had already returned and was sitting on his knees in front of a bonfire in the middle of the hall, warming his hands over the fire.

Rhaegar walked closer and looked at the carvings on the wall.

"Great Dragon King, I see you in the flames."

The old man in red robe spoke slowly and opened his cloudy eyes.

Rhaegar looked calm and asked: "What oracle did the Lord of Light give you, and what about me?"

As he spoke, he looked at the other person.

The old man in red robe has a kind face, no hair on his head, and a white beard on his chin.

"The Lord of Light did not send down any oracle. I saw you in the flames."

The old man in red robe shook his head.

Rhaegar sat down by the campfire and watched the other party talk quietly.

The old man in red robe said slowly: "The tide of magic is surging. In recent years, the waves have continued to surge, causing me confusion."

"Magic Tide?"

Rhaegar became interested.

He had heard this word before, from the mouth of the Shadowbinder's head.

"Yes, magic exists in the world and is as unstable as the tides."

The red-robed old man said: "The flames indicate that the magic tide will be confirmed in your family."

"Targaryen does not have the witchcraft inheritance from the Free Fortress period?" Rhaegar said solemnly.

The Forty Dragon King family clearly has magical beings such as pyromancers and blood witchcraft.

Targaryen is not strong, has always been in the middle and lower reaches, and has no knowledge in this area.

The red-robed old man said calmly: "Magic dragons are the most powerful magical creatures, and they carry part of the magic."

Rhaegar was lost in thought.

It is true that the dragon is a magical creature, otherwise it would not be so powerful.

Rega pondered: "Is the number of dragons related to the magic tide?"

There are fourteen existing Targaryen dragons, both adult and juvenile.

"I don't know, I've never come into contact with a dragon."

The old man in red robe did not dare to speak blindly, and hesitated: "Since the Freedom Fortress experienced the catastrophe of destruction, the tide of magic has been in the ebb stage, and has begun to rise back in recent years."

"So, it's not the dragon that affects the magic tide, but the magic tide that affects the dragon?" Rhaegar guessed.

When the Targaryens first migrated to Dragonstone, they brought a total of six dragons with them.

Five of them died due to unknown reasons, leaving only one young Black Death, Balerion.

In the next dozen years, Meraxes and Vhagar were hatched.

It took several more decades before the fourth dragon was hatched - Flash Silver.

In particular, it can be seen how low the hatching rate and survival rate of dragons are.

Starting from the time of great-grandfather Jaehaerys, the number of dragons slowly increased.

Glutton and Dreamfire hatched on Dragonstone.

The dragon eggs in the cradle hatched into Vormisor and Silverwing.

After about twenty years, the Sheep Thief, Melias, and Coraxio were hatched.

In recent years, Syracuse, Sunfire, Sea Smoke, Gray Shadow have appeared...

Counting from the time of the Conqueror, it took more than a hundred years for Targaryen to accumulate fourteen dragons.

Thinking about it, it is the rising tide of magic that increases the number of dragons and their hatching rate.

The red-robed old man did not answer, but worriedly said: "The magic tide is extremely unstable. The current high tide may lead to an even greater low tide."

In his perception, the magic tide was already very weak.

If the tide is low, the magic power will probably be exhausted.

By then, the King of Light's oracle will be completely unable to come down.

For believers, this is a terrible tragedy.

Rhaegar could hear the significance.

Targaryen dragons rely on magic to exist.

The ebbing tide of the Demonic Tide will have an impact on the Targaryen dragons.

"Do you or the King of Light have any way to stop the ebb of magic power?" Rhaegar asked curiously.

The red-robed old man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The magic tide is a change in the world. It cannot be reversed by human power. It is not for me to speculate on the gods."

"If you don't know after asking three questions, then you can only leave it to fate." Rega helplessly held his forehead.

The old man in red robe looked serious and reached out to fumble in his arms: "I saw a disaster in the flames, maybe it was a test of the magic tide."

"You saw a lot of things in the flames?" Rega was dubious.

I saw him again and saw the disaster again.

He was very suspicious of the truth and lies of the other party's words.

The old man in red robe was silent and took out a glass candle from his arms.