Capítulo 285: Chapter 285
Domeric looked at the large building in front of him and sensed a strange kind of magic permeating from it.
It was unlike anything he had ever seen before and he wasn't sure about what to make of it.
The magic in the Northern Kingdom was Earth and trees thanks to it being generated from the Heart Trees. The magic of the True North was Death and Cold. The magic of Valyria was scorching hot and tainted while the magic of Southoryos was hot and humid.
This place however had a mismatch of magical signatures overlapping each other, fighting for dominances as 10 different kins of oil had been thrown over a bucket of water and none of those oil able to submerge with the other.
The most prevalent of them all was the Death element. But it was somehow different from the death element in the True North. He couldn't point his finger on why that was.
He had seen the House of Black and White before in his life when he had first come to Braavos but his senses had not been as intoned back than as they were now.
He had heard that this building housed the statue of almost all the religions in the world.
Maybe that was what it was.
He hesitated for a moment, not sure what he would find inside but decided to enter nonetheless.
The white and black gate were opened before he could touch it and a middle aged man looked at him.
"A man has been waiting for your arrival." The man said "You're welcome to the House of Black and White wizard."
"You knew I was coming?" he asked as he entered through the door.
"No. But you have a presence about yourself. We felt you when you arrived in front of our doors."
"Hmm… How do you knew I was a wizard?" He asked
"Your presence." The man said and led him to the large interior of the room which had a pool in it filled with clear water that tingled his magical senses for some reason.
Surrounding the room were 30 large statues of various kinds of gods. All of which were emanating a little ambient magic. They were not made of any special stone so they must have been very old.
Like how Hogwarts started generating ambient magic of it's own after centuries, these stones had also been her for very long and had gained some kind of mystical energy after being prayed to for so long.
"How old are these statues?" he asked noticing that a few people were praying to the statues in silence.
"As old as the religions." The man replied "But you're not here to learn about the statues."
"No." He said as he looked at the man who might not even be wearing his own face right now "I was wondering if you could teach me your magic."
The man smiled and shook his head "That is not possible."
"Why is that?" he asked.
"A man cannot teach a wizard if the wizard does not wants to learn."
"But I do want to learn." He said. And he did not only wanted to learn about the magic of the faceless men but all other kinds of magic in this world.
The Valyrian magic itself had given him such a huge boost in his magical knowledge and power. And the world was filled with various magical institutions of their own who might be willing to teach him something.
The red priests could teach him Pyrokinesis and some of their followers have also been known to raise the dead back to life. Their glamor was also far better than anything he could produce. The ruins from the Rhoynar might teach him how to manipulate water. The mages of Asshai might teach him bloodmagic or the art of controlling shadows.
And these were just some of the many different kind of magical abilities in the world. He was sure that if he scoured the earth then he could find dozens of other magical people in the world who might be able to teach him an entire different kind of magic.
Something that would definitely aid him in the upcoming war but also increase his knowledge.
"To learn is to devote." The man said "To learn is to devote yourself to the Many-Faced Gods. The wizard do not want to do that. So you cannot learn."
He let out a sigh at that. He had expected to face such hurdles when trying to learn magic. The Red priests might ask him to worship the Red god and the Bloodmages might ask for his blood to perform experiments upon.
"I've never been a very religious person." He said "Being a Faceless man requires many different kind of skills. Making different kinds of poison being one of those skills. Teach me what you can. I'm willing to pay for it. Who knows, if you're good then you might even manage to convert me into a devotee."
The man smiled back at him and shook his head "Our temple does not lack for money. And our teachings cannot be bought."
He opened his mouth to argue but then thought better of it. He did not want to piss off the greatest Assassin institution in the world. "How much do people pay for a commission here?" he asked instead.
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