Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 121 Harlem the Wise

At the foot of the Visenya Hills.

Outside the alchemist's guild hall hidden deep underground, the president Harlem stood in front of the stairs, looking forward to the direction of Silent Sister Street.

He was accompanied by wise men such as Monsite and Meliad in the guild.

Just six wise men.

Not counting assistants and apprentices, these are the only people who are qualified to become full-fledged members of the guild, that is, "wise men".Just six.

At one time the number was in the hundreds.

Harlem the Wise, who led the guild, was heartbroken by this.

There was not a day when he didn't want to restore the guild's former grandeur, continue the hard work of his father, grandfather and other ancestors, and successfully reproduce the secret technique on the scroll.

According to the records of wise men of all ages, the guild has many magical and mysterious techniques, such as refining metals and creating flame creatures.This is why wise men are called "alchemists" or "pyromancers".

But I don't know when, the effectiveness of spells and spells began to weaken inexplicably and could not be suppressed.

To this day, the only thing Harlem and other wise men can create is wildfire, and other magic and secret techniques are just words in ancient books, which are difficult to use.

The guild lost its most important power.

At the same time, the Academy sent more and more bachelors, and their influence on the lords they served was growing.The same is true with the king.

The guild had to use wildfire to compete with the maesters for the king's favor.

After the dragons were gone, the Targaryen kings were fond of wildfire, and the guild prospered for many years.

Unfortunately, the guild was hit hard by the fall of King's Landing more than a decade ago.

The wise men were all killed.

Only helpers and apprentices who were at a loss were left in the guild, and no one was in charge of the situation.

Amidst the chaos and confusion, many people left the guild and found other ways to make a living, but very few people persisted until the end.

Harlem, who was born in a family of alchemists, did not give up.

Although he was only an assistant, he was already one of the oldest members of the guild at that time, and then he was successfully promoted to a wise man and began to lead the guild.

Harlem was confident at first, intending to re-please the king with wildfire.

But afterward King Robert loved only tournaments and banquets.Not only did the guild fail to recover, it also declined to its current state.

Over the past ten years, Harlem almost thought that the guild that had been passed down for thousands of years would die in his hands.

Fortunately, there is now a turning point.

Harlem looked excitedly and expectantly at the Silent Nun Street in front of him.

King Joffrey will come and see.What a great honor, what a rare opportunity.

King Joffrey, favored by the gods, as long as he receives the favor of His Majesty, the guild will be able to flourish again, and even gain unprecedented power!
Harlem zoomed in on his light curtain of divine grace, and the decree on it immediately appeared in the center of his field of vision.

The creation of the light curtain alone is worth any miracle, enough to compare to any legendary magic, deep and pure, isn't this the knowledge and truth that the guild is struggling to pursue?
What's more, there are other mysterious powers of divine grace.

Harlem made up his mind that for such a bright future, he would not hesitate to reveal all the secrets of the guild to the king.

"Your Majesty is here!" The voice appeared before the figure.

Harlem and others knelt down to pay their respects.

Horseshoes trampled, and two rows of white-armored knights occupied the street, one on the left and one on the right.

Then the tall white deer paced over from the center and stopped in front of Harin with its wide antlers shaking. It snorted a few times, but it spewed out two tongues of fire.

Haring felt as if his hair was on fire, but it was just an illusion.

"All the Alchemist Guild welcomes Your Majesty, your presence is our supreme honor."

Harlem lowered his head respectfully, a pair of boots on the back of the white deer stepped on the ground, the dark patterns on the trousers were clearly visible, and a beautiful hand raised its fingers.

Harry stood up slowly.

Joffrey patted Harlem on the shoulder kindly, "Have you prepared [-] cans of wildfire?"

Harlem bowed, "Thanks to His Majesty's care, the gods have given us more luck, allowing us to discover many lost wildfires from the Dragon's Lair, Baelor's Cathedral and various tunnels, plus the previous storage, Finally, I have lived up to His Majesty's trust."

Actually more than that.

Not long after the king was crowned, many gemstones and dragon crystals with the power of divine grace were sent to the guild one after another.

At the king's command, these hedrons were placed near the utensils for making wildfire.

The results are astounding.

Excitedly but hesitantly, Harlem discovered that the power of divine grace could make the wildfire spell more effective, and the output of wildfire was greatly increased!

The power of divine grace.Harlem chewed on the term silently.

Joffrey has long been aware of the effect of origin energy.It also proves that wildfire is indeed closely related to magic, and not just some ordinary flammable substance.

Joffrey was satisfied with the answer.

The magic empire is to develop magic with all its strength and ensure its monopoly position with unique advantages.

The technology used must not only be advanced and powerful, but also ensure that it is difficult to be copied by others, so as to prevent other forces from developing and growing and increasing the difficulty of conquest.

After all, this is a worse world.

You don't need to be the best in every aspect, as long as you are not worse than others.

After the crisis is resolved and the entire world is obtained, it will not be too late to use various technologies and knowledge to fully build the empire.

"Your Majesty, the hall of the Alchemists' Guild is just below here." Harlem turned sideways to indicate the way.

Joffrey came up the steps, followed by Brienne the Fair and Barristan the Bold.

Tyrion tried to keep up with his short legs, and at the same time used magic to secretly communicate with Joffrey, "Your Majesty, Daenerys did live in the bedroom last night? I wonder what position you plan to give her?"

Tyrion was worried.

The former Prince Joffrey was stupid and willful, but now King Joffrey is smarter, but also more willful, and his materialistic enjoyment is almost as good as Robert's.

Even for Daenerys' blood and identity, there is no need to be so impatient, it is almost humiliating the marriage contract.

Could it be that the king was simply dazzled by her beauty?

Joffrey walked slowly.

Above the stairs is a wide platform, leading to a heavy black door, and in front of you is a dark tunnel that bends downward.

The further you go down, the damper and colder the air.

Harlem led the way with a sealed glass oil lamp, the light was weak.

Joffrey directly activated a gem inlaid on his chest, and a cold white light suddenly filled the entire space, exposing every black stone in the tunnel.

Joffrey finally responded to Tyrion, "Daenerys' position? I am very fair. Whoever gives more, who is more loyal, deserves a better position."

Tyrion immediately understood the meaning. It turned out that Joffrey was expressing his dissatisfaction with Stark.

(End of this chapter)