I Became the Mother of Dragons

"Khaleesi, there is a Firemage in front, they are performing on the street, the milk men are densely packed, all the streets are blocked." Aggo lowered his head, put it to the ox cart window, and shouted loudly.

You can't do it without shouting loudly. The noise in the streets is like a broiler. There are people and voices everywhere. It's even more exaggerated than the streets during a festival in modern society.

"It's just a Firemage. Every day, you can see the shadows of those guys in the streets and in the pier pub. It's nothing unusual." Xaro looked disapproving.

He probably got used to the traffic jams in Qarth, and with the environment as such, was still unperturbed. He took out a bottle of red wine from a small grid under the chair, shook it at Dany, and said, "Don't you miss your home? Top Grade Arbor Gold, let's have another glass."

"No a Firemage is not so common in the western continent, I'll go out and see." Dany shook her head.

In fact in Braavos and Pentos you can often encounter Firemages in the streets, even King's Landing, under the teachings of The Seven, also has a Pyromancer's Guild.

The Firemage that Daenerys encountered before was called an acrobat, or magician, rather than Mage.

But Dany doesn't want to mess with Xaro any more, he's tiring.

"Find me a horse," she called to Bloodrider, sticking her head out of the curtain.

"Khaleesi, your dress is not suitable for horseback riding." Jorah stepped forward and said.

Three Bloodriders, one on the left of the ox cart, one on the right, and the other leading the way, Ser Jorah guarding the back, guarding the dragon cage on a ox cart behind with Quaro.

"Ai, trouble," Dany looked left and right, realizing that she wasn't big enough to see beyond the crowd.

Suddenly, she had an idea and said with a smile: "I'll stand on the back of the ox, Aggo, you support me by the side."

This ox cart was given to Dany by Xaro, one of his gifts, the body is made of ebony and gold, and the bull that pulls the cart is also a special Ox, one white as ivory and the other black as onyx.

Their horns are inlaid with jewels.

Speaking, she jumped out of the bullock cart and squeezed to the side of White Bull, which was pulling the cart, climbed, and stood lightly on the back of the broad bull like a flexible monkey, without Aggo's support at all.

Not caring anymore, Dany looked and was taken aback. The Firemage was a small man in a tight red robe, with a black face and a monkey-like figure. At this time, he also, like the most amazing magic monkey waved his hand and a ladder of burning flames appeared out of thin air at a height of two meters above the ground.

He jumped and landed on the swaying red fire ladder without falling, and Dany didn't see any place to hide support beams.

In fact, this is just the beginning. He stood on the flame ladder, waving his hands again and again, and one after another orange-red fire ladders circled in an orderly manner, extending all the way to the high lattice ceiling, and then he climbed on the fire ladder like an acrobatic. Every time he crossed another fire ladder, the last one dissipated behind his feet, leaving only a wisp of silver-white smoke.

The highest he climbed was to the height of a full four story tall building, she saw him at the top waving to the crowd cheering wildly below, and then he fell back suddenly, the man then connected to the last fire ladder, and disappeared suddenly without a trace.

Dany's eyes widened, looking at the empty dusky sky, and shouting in her heart: That was impossible.

If a street juggling Firemage is already so amazing, how am I going to do it?

"Aggo, Ser Jorah, what do you think?" She couldn't help but ask the two men who were beside the White Bull.

They rode on tall horses and joined Dany to witness the previous Wonders.

"Nice trick, many court magicians are inferior to him." Jorah exclaimed loudly.

"Did you understand? Where did the man go? Why can he stand on the flames made out of thin air? Could there really be Magic?" Dany asked in a chorus of voices.

"Hahaha, Her Highness, you're thinking too much. It's just a quack trick, they rely on this to eat, if they don't fool us, they're not qualified." Jorah said with a big smile .

"It's not a trick," a woman said in Common Tongue.

It wasn't until Dany heard the sound that she noticed that Quaithe was standing next to the White Bull at some point, still wearing a gray linen hooded Mage robe and a red lacquered wood mask.

I don't know how long she's been there, but the few people around have been ignoring her.

Obviously a Sorcerer, but full of stealthy skills.

Dany groaned inwardly, turned over and rode on the back of the cow, smiled and greeted: "Lord Mage, long time no see, how are you doing?"

Greetings, she hurriedly asked: "Do you know the tricks of magic just now? Or is it really Magic? But how is this possible?"

"If it was half a year ago, you wouldn't see it with your own eyes, and I'd agree with you, but it's different now. Daenerys, you've brought magic to this world once again." Quaithe's eyes gleamed with water behind the mask.

Dany stared hard, but couldn't see the color of her eyes.

"Isn't this too ridiculous? If I had that ability, wouldn't I know something about magic?" She said with a smile.

Quaithe pointed to the Firemage, who had come out of nowhere in the crowd, and said earnestly, "I know him, in the same place half a year ago, he could barely even make a fire with Dragonglass. He could only deceive ignorant fools with gunpowder and Wildfire.

Look again, Daenerys, that colorful robed big Qarth, he's a Temple of Memory's Priest, the girl in the felt hat behind him, you should look closer…"

Dany followed her guide and looked intently, just seven or eight meters away, there was a man wearing a felt hat and a red skirt, dressed richly and grandly. The girl leaned near on the waist of the Fat Priest and squeezed in the other direction as if nothing had happened.

"That girl is a pickpocket! I saw her slashing the milk mans waist cloth with a blade." Aggo cry out in surprise.

"Now you get it?" Quaithe looked towards Dany and indifferently said: "That Firemage used a Magic show to get the audience's attention, and then the pickpockets he keeps under him took the opportunity to work."

"But...what does that mean?" Dany muttered.

"He is not an orthodox Firemage."

"You saw the flame ladder just now, but half a year ago he could only perform things like steeping barefoot on coals, or letting fire burn and bloom in the air – without my explanation, you yourself should be able to guess the point of it. Compared with the performance at this time, it is akin to Charlatan and a Magician."

Finally, she sighed to Dany and said: "The reason is very simple, the magic is coming back, his own Magic is growing, and the power of every mystic person in this world is increasing rapidly."

"You don't want to teach me Magic, tell me what's the use of that." Dany said noncommittally.

Even if the dragon brings Magic to the world, she will not even have the most basic incantation.

After listening to Quaithe's remarks today, she was even more determined to study in Asshai.

I really want to go to the Capital of Wizards. Did she learn sorcery from Sorcerer, or will Sorcerers learn sorcery from her "body"?

"I'm warning you, Daenerys Targaryen." Quaithe stepped forward abruptly and took Dany's right hand on the cow's back, "You have to get out of this city quickly or you won't be able to."

"Spawn of Shadows, don't touch the Mother of Dragons!" Jhogo snapped his eyes and swiftly tapped his whip handle on Quaithe's fingers, and she immediately retracted her hands with pain in her fingers.

Dany frowned, raised her right hand and looked carefully in front of her eyes, her skin was fair and tender, not even a trace of red.

Is it an illusion?

The moment Quaithe touched her right hand just now, a sharp sting came out of the touch.

It came suddenly and went quickly, and she wasn't sure if it was a hallucination.

"What's the danger?" she asked.

Quaithe looked calm, not angry after being beaten by Jhogo, "The Pureborn has seen your dragon, you rejected Xaro many times, and will continue to reject it in the future, and Warlock has been coveting your dragons, you yourself should also understand this. Qarth has several Great Influences, none of them are your friends, isn't it dangerous enough?"

Dany glanced at the bullock cart behind her, and said noncommittally: "What do you think, where should I go? Well, I'm not going to Asshai."

Quaithe indifferently spoke: "To go north, you must journey south, to reach the west you must go east. To go forward you must go back and to touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow, this is your destiny."

"Ai, why do you want me to go to Asshai? Even a crappy Maegi can easily ruin me in their lifetime, there are countless Sorcerers who study mysterious power there." Dany helplessly said.

"There is truth there, there is truth about the world that you must know." Quaithe said.

Then she didn't wait for Dany to ask again, bowed, and disappeared into the crowd.

Aggo watched Quaithe leave, lightly disapproved, "Sober people will not believe in the Spawn of Shadows."

"Hahaha, your barbarians do have some wisdom." Xaro was in the carriage, listening to the conversation of the few people just now, he then opened the curtain and invited Dany to sit back in the cart. "Even if you keep rejecting me, I will still be your most loyal friend. A fervent suitor. You can use my palace as your home for as long as you want."

"Thank you, you are my most trusted friend, gentleman Xaro." Dany smiled.

Trust you, it's time to leave.

When the sun sank, their entire group returned to Xaro's mansion. Immediately after Dany had dealt with Xaro, she called Jorah into the study and asked him what he thought of Quaithe's remarks.

"Although I don't trust her, Quaithe is very right in saying that the longer you stay here, the more dangerous it is. Even from a guest right point of view, a short visit counts as a guest, if we are in too long, and the guest house becomes a sojourn, then it's no longer as a guest." Jorah spoke about the tradition from the North again.

"Where do you think we should go next?" she asked.

"Go to the East, the Far East is not limited to Asshai, the Jade Sea has a lot of Free Cities." Jorah said.

Dany indifferently said: "Going to the east almost means giving up the chance to return to Westeros and allies like Illyrio who support House Targaryen."

"Illyrio can't be trusted, he's fat, indicating that he is gluttonous, as the saying goes 'gluttons are greedy men as a rule', at the same time he is also a leader with high status, and there is another saying, 'Leaders must be cunning', both a greedy and cunning person, how can you trust him?" Jorah said solemnly.