Melisandra's room has never been really dark.

Even though the bright moonlight outside the window spilled into her bedroom like mercury from the attic windowsill, she still lit three animal fat candles to ensure that it could completely dispel the horror of the night.

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

Melisandra breathed a sigh of relief and came to the window to look at the quiet sky of the fishing village harbor outside.

"A fire broke out in the city." A man's voice came in outside the bedroom, which was the voice of a young man.

As Melisandra breathed, bursts of refreshing fragrance of flowers came from the inn yard, which was fragrant and unheard of.

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

A young man with a serious face appeared outside the door.

Devon Sheews is the fifth son of Onion Knight Davon Sheews. He is the attendant of Stannis Baratheon and is now temporarily sent to serve the woman in red robe. He is one of the survivors of the Blackwater War that was taken away by the Rees battleship. His brothers all died in the Battle of King's Landing, and Devon Sheews survived because he stayed with Stannis throughout the battle.

Dai Feng first looked at Melisandra obsessedly, then lowered his head slightly, and her mature and arrogant figure fascinated him.

"The believers of the God of God have been discovered?" asked Melisandra.

"Yes, the shouts of killing spread throughout the village port, and the fire lit up the sky to the east."

"That is their worthy. The North is the power of the Old God. Although it is gradually weak, it is not a good place for these poor believers of God to spread their faith. Only light and fire can save the people in the cold. I even personally warned their witch to keep her away from the flames, which are the enemy of God to the gods."

A priestess of Goddess who Melisandra had seen before getting up, dressed up as a prostitute to preach, but was actually caught out. It was so pitiful.

The priestess in red was not affected by this incident. She sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace step by step, began to pray with her eyes closed, and then opened her eyes to stare at the flames.

She needs to look at Stannis' future again.

To ensure that the previous omen did not change due to the great defeat of the Hei Shui River.

Countless priests have fallen into wrong illusions. What they see in the flames is a wishful thinking illusion, but they mistakenly believe it is given by the King of Light.

Since his defeat, King Stannis was ready to march towards the snowy north and win over the support of the nobles in the northern border.

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

Rahlo, the king of light, gave her an illusion to give her a glimpse of his future in the flames.

The priestess of red robe sang: "King of Light, let me see Stannis, she prayed. Let me see your king, your spokesperson in the world."

In front of her, the illusion that appeared and fainted was swaying in the flames. One illusion had just taken shape, and another appeared in the scattering.

Through the curtain of the flames, she saw that the first figure seemed to be Stannis's, and it seemed not. The figure was hung in the snowy sky by a rope. The rope seemed to appear out of thin air and wrapped around his neck, which made his empty eye sockets cry out of blood.

Another figure was riding on a flying knight with huge wings. The giant bird he sat down like an eagle or a lion, flapping his wings into a shadow, hovering towards the blue tiles and blue sky.

The priestess in red shivered, and black blood was smoked down her thighs.

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

Heat waves were like lover's eager hands, drawing patterns on her skin.

The voice from the distant past shouted at her, "Madam,"

Someone touched her shoulder, and Melisandra woke up and found that the big hand was from Dai Feng. She first breathed a sigh of relief, and then said sternly behind her dissatisfiedly: "Don't touch me, and I won't do it in the future, otherwise the King of Light will not bless you again."

"What did you see, ma'am?" the boy asked softly with his hand retracted.

The flames burned, making a tiny burst sound. In the slight crackling sound, she heard the murmur, a name, Lynn Rothschild, whose orange-red flames outlined his handsome face, and appeared and appeared in front of her, like a faint shadow seen through the floating curtains.

He was a man at first, and then countless people appeared in front of him. But wherever he was, there were always figures everywhere, always surrounding him.

Melisandra was worried.

But he pretended to be relaxed, "It's no big deal,"

Dai Feng continued, "Will King Stannis go well in the North?"

Melisandra remembered the hanging figure in the wind and snow, and forced a smile, "I think I can."

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

Melisandra thought, "I beg Rahlo to give me a glimpse of Arthur Ahai's future, but all I see is this new guardian of the North, the guy named Lynn Rothschild."

It is always difficult to watch the fire and watch the omen. She felt that something was wrong with watching the fire this time, and she planned to pray again after soothe her spirits.

The technique of watching the fire, like all skills, requires long-term control, practice, and learning. Pain and pain. Rahlo uses ashes and swaying flames as language to convey omens to believers he has chosen.

This language is difficult and subtle, and only God himself can master it 100%. She can't count how many years Melisandra spent practicing this skill.

Moreover, in addition to long-term practice, she also paid a huge extra cost. In the end, watching and interpreting ambiguous omens from the holy fire, no one has such profound skills as her, including her fellow practitioners of the Taoist sect.

"Daefeng," she ordered, "water." Her throat was so thirsty that she was cracked.

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

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

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

He feared her, he wanted her, and worshiped her.

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

The child was extremely proud of the king's attendant, and when Stannis ordered him to leave the army and serve Melisandra, he felt that his self-esteem was greatly hurt.

Dai Feng is like a boy of his age, and his mind is full of honor.

He was asked by Melisandra from the King.

In the battle of the Blackwater River, the wildfires of the alchemists almost destroyed the entire king's fleet, and Davos Seaworth's four eldest sons died in this battle.

Dai Feng is the fifth son, and he is much safer here than to march with the king.

Davon would not thank her, his father would not, but Davos Sheews could no longer bear the pain of losing his son. He had already endured too much. Although Sheews went astray and stubbornly did not believe in the King of Light, his loyalty to Stannis was beyond doubt. She had seen it in the flames.

Dai Feng is smart and capable, far better than her other servants.

Before Stannis's remaining fleet headed to the old city, she left her twelve subordinates as guards, which were mostly unbearable.

However, the priestess in red did not need to count on them. Melisandra of Asasha never worried about her own safety.

She is protected by the King of Light.

She took another sip of water, put down the cup, blinked her eyes, stretched her muscles and bones to stand up, her whole body was sore and stiff.

Because she stared at the flames for a long time, she felt very dark in the bright room. It took her a while before she could adjust her eyes. Her eyes were both dry and tired, but she dared not rub them, so that their eyes would only be worse.

She noticed that the fire in the fireplace was declining. "Daifeng, how early is it to add some firewood."

"It's almost dawn, ma'am."

Dawn, thanks to the King of Light, He gave us a new day. Day is approaching, and the horror of the night is fading.

Melisandra sat in front of the flames again for the whole night.

She often does this.

She was about to get up and suddenly saw a beautiful young girl in the flames, a girl with the fortune of the Hejian family and favored by the King of Light, appearing next to Lynn Rothschild.
Chapter completed!