Night falls, but Melisandre's room never falls into true darkness.

Dozens of grease candles are distributed in every corner, emitting blazing firelight to resist the invasion of the night.

Melisandre was still wearing the scarlet robe, sitting in front of the fireplace with her eyes closed, reciting prayers in a low voice to the fire.

Golden and scarlet flames intertwined in front of her, jumping, flickering, converging and scattering, forming all kinds of wonderful and alluring illusions, but with a hint of terror.

The red-robed witch trembled all over, and black blood flowed from her eyes, burning hot and smoking on the ground.

She suddenly put her hands into the fire and let out a moan of pain and pleasure.

The jumping flames climbed up her milky white and smooth skin, like a lover's warm touch, conveying desire and intoxication.

"Meryl..." A woman's cry sounded in her ears.

"No. 7!" followed by a man's voice.

Melisandre was immersed in the illusion and began to cry.

There are also prophecies about his identity. Samwell knows very well that he is not the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, nor was he born in the land of smoke and salt. As for the burning red sword and the awakening of the dragon in the stone, he refers to the prophecies.

Leaning hard.

Lakqumos.”

"That's more or less it." Samwell nodded and admitted.

"This is not simply watching." Melisandre replied, "Prophecy is an art. Just like other arts, it requires mastery, training and study. The Lord of Light conveys his will to his chosen ones through the holy fire, using smoke and ashes.

With the rolling flames, these are the languages ​​that only gods can master to communicate with mortals.

"You misunderstood me." Samwell explained, "I believe in magic, and I also own a dragon. But I have always been cautious about prophecies."

Melisandre pointed to the mirror in the room and said, "Sir, this is the blessing of the Lord of Light."

"Lord Caesar, I see worry in your eyes." Melisandre's fiery red eyes stared at the man, "Tell me, maybe I can help you."

He personally tested this point when he was in Tianji City.

Of course, Samwell was not unprepared.

The ruby ​​held by the two men suddenly burst into dazzling fire, and the light and shadow around Samwell were intertwined and distorted, rippling like water waves.

"I rarely sleep." Melisandre invited Samwell into the house.

When he opened the door, he saw Samwell standing outside.

"After half an hour, it will disappear automatically. When you want to disguise, just hold the ruby ​​and recite the spell I just taught you. But please remember, the power in this ruby ​​can only be supported three times.

Disguise, and we have already used it once just now."

"I don't recommend that you go to Highgarden." Melisandre poured cold water on the man.

He planned to go to Horn Hill first and bring Lord Randyll Tarly with him. It would be better to call Florent from Brightwater City. With his father and grandfather as guarantees, even if the inflatable fish didn't want to marry his daughter,

I don't dare to do anything to Samwell.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and the confusion and pain in her eyes quickly receded, replaced by pious indifference.

He doesn't trust me. Melisandre understands.

"Are the Faceless Men in the House of Black and White using the same method to change their faces?"

"There was a scholar in the Gith Empire across the narrow sea who believed that prophecies are like treacherous and insidious beauties." Samwell walked closer to the fire, "She will bring you endless enjoyment and joy, but when you think you are in the world

When you reach the top, she will take away all your belongings. Perhaps this is the nature of prophecy. Every time you think you have everything under control, it will suddenly push you into the abyss."

If you insist on saying that these two things are not important, so the gods do not bother to give prophecies, then it sounds like sophistry.

But you still make mistakes all the time, Samwell thought to himself.

If that inflatable fish goes crazy, he might be tied up and given to the Lannister family as a gift.

"Charm, illusion, shape-shifting... you can call it whatever you want. R'hllor is the master of fire, and his servants can weave light like mortals weave silk threads."

"Because I saw the withering of the roses in the firelight." Melisandre faced the fireplace, letting the firelight wash her cheeks red. "The black blood poured into the high garden and swallowed everything. The white castle was in the black

It fell apart under the sweep of the tide. The shadows gathered into skeletons, and gray and white intertwined in the sky, forming a cold wind that destroyed everything, extinguishing all flames, and bringing death and destruction."

This made him realize that the King of Light may not be able to foresee everything.

"Lord Caesar." Melisandre bowed slightly and saluted.

In the blink of an eye, his belly suddenly bulged, his shoulders and chest became much broader, his handsome face became rounded and old, and his smooth black hair turned brown, mixed with some white silk.

Therefore, he must win the support of the High Court.

If he waits for Lord Tywin to stabilize the situation in the Seven Kingdoms and free up his hands to deal with Eagle Beak Island, then Samwell will have no choice but to flee in despair.

"Why? Insomnia?"

Melisandre held Samwell's hand and the ruby, and lightly opened her red lips:

The gem shone with blood-red light, almost identical to the one in Melisandre's throat, but much smaller.

What a crazy woman.

This is good now, Melisandre is willing to continue dancing this distant dance with the prophesied prince.

But even after making preparations, Samwell was still a little worried, and then he found the red-robed woman.

"Then how do I cancel the disguise?"

You weren't a news spokesperson in your previous life, were you?

Samwell looked at himself in the mirror, and his eyes suddenly widened——

But she was not discouraged.

Her struggle seemed to have become part of the prophecy.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Margaery, he was just worried that Mrs. Olenna and the inflatable fish might not comply with Margaery's wishes.

"Did everything you saw in the firelight happen?" Samwell asked.

Although she initially planned to make the prophesied prince fall in love with her and even become her puppet, Melisandre would be disappointed if he really fell into the sweet trap she weaved.

She could feel the man's suspicion filling the room like a black mist.

But the High Court had to go.

"Indeed it is not. But Highgarden has become an ominous place. Since you asked for my opinion, I would advise you to stay away from it."

I have spent countless years practicing this art, and paid a terrible price. No one in the world, including my companions, can interpret the secrets looming in the sacred fire as skillfully as I do."

What's more, predictions may not necessarily come true.

During the fire in the temple, Samwell saw Joffrey ordering the massacre of the city, and then the entire city of Skyreach turned into a ghost.

For example, the scene where he kills the king does not appear in the flames, and the scene where he hatches the dragon also does not appear.

The tone of the red robe witch's chant was breathtaking and magical, but Samwell remained unmoved.

And despite the fact that the red-robed woman said a lot just now, she actually didn't answer Samwell's question directly.

"I am preparing to go to Highgarden..." Samwell considered how to word his words.

It is not feasible to grow in Yingzui Island. The potential of this place is limited, and the white dragon cannot be raised in a short time. Although the white dragon that drank dragon bone soup showed signs of accelerated growth, it still cannot be raised within one or two years.

Ability to dominate the battlefield.

"Thank you for the advice," Samwell said, "but I have a reason why I have to go."

Doubt is the nature of a king.

"But you are worried that the Tyrell family may be bad for you." Melisandre then finished the man's words.

"Lakqumos."

"Sleep is the temptation of death, and dreams are the whispers of the gods. They want to drag us into eternal darkness." Melisandre said in a low tone, "So, I would rather sit in front of the fire and pray all night, bathing in the light

In the burning holy fire of the King."

Because that looks like Mace Tyrell, Duke of Highgarden!

The tears turned into flames and dissipated in the air before falling.

The real reincarnation of Azor Ahai should be one of Jon Snow or Daenerys Targaryen.

"It's a similar approach."

"If you must go, please allow me to send you the blessing of the Lord of Light." Melisandre came to the corner of the room, opened a box covered with hollow patterns, and took out a ruby.

"Lord Caesar, please read after me——

Samwell took the ruby ​​and felt the hot temperature passing through his skin, already guessing what it was:

"What's this?"

He knew that this woman often made mistakes in her interpretation of prophecies in the original novel.

There are many prophecies in the original work, and Samwell knows that even if some of them are known in advance, the destined ending cannot be avoided.

Samwell's expression remained unchanged. He came here just to hear other opinions: "Why?"
To be continued...