Chapter 192 It’s okay to cheat

Chapter 192 You should cheat...

The same title, the same annoying sound, but unlike Lord Brynden Rivers' voice that sounded like the bark of a dead tree breaking, Melisandre's voice seemed to have a unique charm that made people couldn't help but listen carefully.

Clay turned around and looked at the door of the tent. A plump and tall figure was leaning on the curtain of the tent. His beautiful figure under the thin red robe made people think.

Clay raised his eyes and looked at the angular face. The magic had given her infinite beauty, but he didn't know how much reality would remain when the magic faded?

In Clay's vision, the red-robed woman herself was like a candle that kept burning. A wave of light and heat swept toward Clay. This was definitely not a good intention, but a test of himself.

With a cold snort in his heart, Clay squinted his eyes and controlled the magic power in his body to cover his body. The next second, the scorching power from R'hllor was wrapped around him.

Clay felt it coming out. They tried hard to get into his body, but they were blocked by the magic power on his body. The two just looked at each other silently. In a dimension that others could not see, the surging magic power There is offense and defense against each other.

About two minutes later, Melisandre saw that Clay's magic defense was flawless and left no loopholes for herself. She finally gave up using this method. Her jewel-like eyes slightly curved and she chuckled:

"It seems that the person I'm looking for is right, it's you, Clay Mandler. The power of fire given by our Lord can't do anything to you. This really puzzles and surprises me, so..."

Melisandre looked into Clay's deep eyes and spoke in a faint tone, as if in her ears:

"Are you my enemy? Or my friend?"

Clay ignored her and sat down in his seat. He nodded at the table and motioned for Melisandre to sit down and said that he has always been a person who likes to take the initiative in negotiations and does not allow others to lead the conversation.

"Friend or foe, depending on your purpose, ma'am."

Clay has known Melisandre's identity for a long time, but he can't directly reveal her identity. Otherwise, if she thinks that he has been targeting her for a long time, or that R'hllor is behind her, Things will spiral out of control.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Melisandre. As for my identity, you must be very clear about it."

Melisandre said slowly, Clay nodded, his eyes stayed on the two snow-white hills, the bright red blood-colored gems, if the other parts of Melisandre's body were flames, then this place , like exploding magma.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that the messenger of the King of Light would actually find this place. This place is the territory of the old gods. Your power should be suppressed here."

"That crow told you?"

"Is it important? All I need to know is that you are the messenger of the Lord of Light. There are many in this world, and there are many red temples in Essos. Otherwise, Ms. Melisandre, you come alone. Meeting me is not a wise decision."

Regarding Clay's words, Melisandre pursed her lips and neither denied nor refuted. This was true, but it was not entirely correct.

"You won't, because you don't trust the crow and the gods of this land. Am I right, agent of the gods?"

Clay waved his hands irritably, with a very obvious indifference in his tone:

"If you don't want me to chop off your head right now, you'd better put away this strange name. I have a name. If you want to call me something else, I can give you the one I like."

"Okay, Clay Mandler, if you insist, then I will grant your wish. After all, I am the one who came to find you, right?"

Melisandre leaned forward slightly and tried her best to show her charm to Clay. Clay had no moral obsession, so he didn't look away at all. His eyes wandered in the ravine once and then he looked back.

He has never objected to having something with a beautiful woman, as long as she can bring him substantial benefits, and Daenerys is the product of this logic.

We have all come to this dirty world full of betrayal and murder, and if we continue to pursue true love, what else is this but stupidity?

"Okay, let's talk about the gossip later. Now, Ms. Melisandre, tell us your purpose."

After thinking about it, Clay added:

"Oh, by the way, thank you for the help you provided to my army. The North will remember your help."

"Oh, I'm not here to help anyone from the North. Remember, I'm here to help you. Moreover, I don't like the smell of these people, so I put a little bit of my Lord's power into their bodies. Their own magic power is disordered, who can blame them?"

Clay smiled a salty smile, ignored the topic, and waited for Melisandre to reveal her purpose of coming to see him.

Melisandre's red eyes lit up slightly. Of course, this might also be Clay's illusion. She just heard her say:

"Clay Mandler, have you ever heard of such a prophecy?"

Melisandre's red lips opened slightly and she said word by word:

"After a long summer, when the stars cry blood and cold covers the earth, Azor Ahai will be reborn from the land of smoke and salt, holding the flaming sword Lightbringer, fighting against R'hllor's enemies, the White Walkers, to save the world."

Clay had certainly heard of this prophecy. In fact, in the end, he did not figure out who Azor Ahai was.

"Stannis, Daenerys, Jon Snow."

"What?"

"Nothing, I have heard of this language, Lady Melisandre."

Clay just subconsciously read out the candidates he had guessed in his mind. After all, prophecies are like this, and anyone who meets some of the conditions may try their best to meet other conditions.

Melisandre only vaguely heard Stannis's name, but Clay's voice was too soft and she didn't hear the rest of the words clearly. Since Clay didn't want to say it, she knew it was useless to ask.

"If you have heard this language, then, Your Majesty the Dragon King, who do you think will be the reincarnation of Azor Ahai?"

Melisandre's smile was sly and her tone was soft, but what she said suddenly shocked Clay. His palm subconsciously pressed on the sword at his waist, but after thinking about it, he was relieved.

Sure enough, Melisandre didn't challenge Clay's patience and said the next sentence directly.

"Don't be too nervous, Clay, my Lord's power allowed me to see you soaring on the dragon's back in the flames."

Damn it, why are you all in full view of the picture? I feel so embarrassed when you are like this...

Clay cursed in his heart, the Three-Eyed Crow is like this. In the North where the power of the old god is shrouded, as long as the crow can go, it is within the scope of his vision. The priestess of R'hllor is similar. She is riding a dragon. Even a quiet handsome man can be spied on.

Clay was very speechless, but he couldn't help it. Neither of these guys knew that he, the agent of the power god, was actually a polished commander, and they couldn't figure out his own details, so they were so polite to him.

"Ms. Melisandre, there is no need for us to test each other here. What exactly do you want to say?"

Clay was a little annoyed. This woman was talking nonsense, but it didn't fit into the topic. If conditions hadn't allowed, Clay would have slapped her plump chassis. There was no room for her to talk so much nonsense.

Understanding the impatience in Clay's eyes, Melisandre remembered the figure she had seen in the flames entangled with magic, capable of both ice and fire magic, and Meiji did not continue.

She took a deep breath, her plump breasts contracted slightly, Melisandre looked into Clay's eyes, trying to find eye contact.

"Clay Manderly, I want to know what agreement the Three-Eyed Raven made with you."

Squinting his eyes slightly, Clay didn't ask how she knew. His determined tone showed that this matter was not a guess at all. In this case, there was no need to deny it, just admit it.

The interesting thing is that the priestess of R'hllor asked herself the three-eyed crow, the agent of the old gods, about the specific content of the agreement. What exactly did she want to do?