"He said he could cure your disease?" Davos knew how difficult it was to treat greyscale. Stannis had searched across half the continent for many maesters to work together to control the disease, but there were still traces of the illness on his face. He couldn't think of anyone else who had the ability to cure greyscale.
"Did he say when he would treat you?" Davos continued to ask.
"He said it can't be cured yet and asked me to wait a little longer."
Shireen was unwilling to say who the sender of the letter was. Davos didn't know whether the other party was deceiving himself and Shireen. The letter said that Shireen's uncle would be burned to death, and that he would be out of the dungeon soon. These would be verified in the near future, and he would soon know whether the other party really wanted to save Shireen or had other plans.
Davos plans to wait until the messenger contacts him next time before considering whether to send Shireen away.
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After leaving Dragonstone, Drogon headed straight for the grassland. Since coming to Westeros, he could only eat slowly as a young child. He had never been full, and now he almost didn't have the strength to fly.
Gritting his teeth, he crossed the Sea of Heroes and passed through the Free Trade Cities, and finally saw the beautiful Dothraki Sea.
Going deep into the grassland, he ignored a small Khalasar that was not enough to fill the gap, and directly chose a large Khalasar with tens of thousands of people. Drogon found that his arrival did not cause too much panic, and it was more difficult than usual to drive away the Dothraki people next to the food.
It seems that they already know that I am a good dragon who only wants to eat and not kill people, Drogon thought to himself.
After driving away the others, he ate while looking at the people around him. There was indeed no fear in their eyes. Most of them just looked at him eating and drinking in curiosity, occasionally pointing and talking.
Ever since Drogon visited the grassland several times, his deeds of stealing meat had spread almost throughout the Dothraki Sea. People knew that he not only stole meat but also drank mare's milk and ate Dothraki blood pies.
However, he would leave coins after each meal. According to Kao, those coins could be exchanged for several times the amount of meat eaten by the dragon outside the grassland.
Now, not only are they not afraid of Drogon coming to eat their meat, they are also looking forward to his coming, so that they can witness the miracle of a real dragon and make a fortune at the same time.
After eating and drinking his fill in this Karasa with tens of thousands of people, Drogon left two gold coins as usual. He glanced at the crowd and saw several women in the crowd kneeling down in his direction, muttering something, but no one knew what they were saying.
Drogon didn't expect to receive such a great courtesy for just a few gold coins. Just as he was about to flap his wings and fly away, he suddenly felt a few milky yellow spots gathering in his mind.
Sensing the yellow dots and looking at the kneeling woman, drogon thought of a word in his mind: the power of faith.
The last time he went to the grassland, there were spots of light gathering, but he hadn't figured out what was going on. Now he finally knows.
He once studied the white spots absorbed from the immortals and the milky yellow spots that gathered from them, and found that the yellow spots could nourish the white spots and make them grow stronger, but the degree of growth was so small that it could not be detected at all without careful feeling.
Seeing the strange expression on the Dothraki woman's face after she knelt down today made him know the way to collect the yellow dots, and he also vaguely understood what he had absorbed from the immortals.
After thinking about it, Drogon named it the Light of Divinity. With that white light spot, he could absorb the yellow light spot, which was the power of faith.
The power of faith nourishes the divine light and then feeds back to his body.
After figuring out the key points, Drogon found another way to strengthen himself besides eating.
It seems that I have to give them more gold coins in the future, drogon thought to himself as he looked at the kneeling woman.
Nodding to the woman who was kneeling before him, drogon flapped his wings and flew high into the sky. He looked up to the sky and let out a deafening dragon roar: "Aang!!!"
Then he spewed out a breath of blazing dragon flame towards the vast sky.
It is probably necessary to show off muscles at the right time. In order to gather the power of faith, Drogon no longer cares about performing fire-breathing.
The Dothraki on the ground saw Drogon showing his might and didn't know what had angered him. They didn't dare to run away, for fear that Drogon would catch those who escaped.
The smarter ones remembered that Drogon had just nodded to the woman who was kneeling to him, and they also learned to kneel down. Seeing someone else kneeling down, the others followed suit regardless of whether they understood it or not, as long as they did not anger the dragon.
Soon, a large group of people knelt down. The people who were standing immediately stood out from the crowd and knelt down hurriedly. Finally, even the khal of the big Karasa knelt on the ground.
After drogon finished shouting, he felt intermittent yellow dots coming again. As the number of people kneeling increased, the power of faith also increased.
Drogon didn't expect that just showing off his muscles would have such a great effect. He circled around Khalasar in the sky, nodded in the direction of Kao, and then flapped his wings and flew away.
Seeing that their kneeling was recognized by Drogon, the Dothraki and the khal became more pious in their hearts, and Drogon gained a lot of power of faith.
Two hours later, feeling the waves of milky yellow light, Drogon returned to Astapor contentedly.
After observing the positions of the two dragons in the sky, he knew the new residence of the Dragon Queen. He found a hidden place to put down his backpack and took off again, rushing towards the golden dragon Viserion, and the daily dragon training began.
Viserion, who was flying happily with Rhaegal, suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw a small black dot flying towards him at a high speed. He only had time to turn sideways before it hit his wings. The pain made him almost fall headfirst.
This collision was the result of Drogon holding back on his strength. Otherwise, with his current speed, he would have punched a hole in Viserion's body, and he himself would not have been able to withstand the force of the impact.
Drogon originally wanted to hit Viserion's side, but he was unexpectedly dodged by him and only his wings were hit. However, Drogon became even happier instead. He felt that his training of the two of them was not in vain. He could be discovered even at such a fast speed and made evasive moves.
The two dragons have long been accustomed to being ambushed and dragged into fights by Drogon. Every time they fly in the sky, they will pay attention to the surrounding situation. Especially today when they didn't see Drogon, they became even more worried and looked for him from time to time.
In Daenerys' room, after discussing the future governance of Astapor with Jorah and others in the morning, she has had nothing to do. She originally planned to go to Yunkai, the next city in Slaver's Bay, this afternoon, but because she didn't see Drogon, the team did not set out.
Daenerys was not in a hurry to go to Yunkai, but she was a little restless after not seeing Drogon for a long time.
Drogon had never been away so long before, and if Jhiqui's bag of flint had not been taken, she would have sent for him long ago.
"Khaleesi, Drogon is back!" Daenerys was about to go out for a walk when her maid Jhiqui suddenly ran in to report to her.
Jhiqui knew that Daenerys had been worried about Drogon. She came back from shopping just now and saw three dragons fighting in the sky, so she hurried over to report it.
"Where is he?" Daenerys was shocked when she heard the news about Drogon.
"It's in the sky." After Jhiqui said this, Daenerys quickly walked out of the room and looked up at the sky. Three dragons were fighting fiercely.