King of The Wall

2021-01-06

Chapter 88 "The Wise" and Wildfire
"Alchemist Guild Hall?" The name is more incompatible than the building itself, and Igor can't even help suspecting that oneself is crossing into a game world: "What is that, does Alchemist know Magic?"

"You must have heard of the other two words. Come on, Pyromancer, and Wildfire." Tyrion shrugged, seeing Igor rein in the horse, and had to stop with Jyck and Morris: "What's the matter? That's no fun."

Igor twisted Looking back: "If I want to visit, can I go in?"

"Yes, it's very good to enter, Pyromancer used to be the favorite of House Targaryen, but now it's so broken that anyone can kick and spit. Spit." Tyrion shrugged: "As long as you have some money, you can get in. If it wasn't for the fact that there were too many Wildfire underground that couldn't handle it, do you think this building would still be standing here? But the people inside are quite nervous. It's... well, it's pathetic too, suddenly fell from Heaven to Hell, that's what they're talking about."

"Let's go and see."

Tyrion was strangely frowned. , but was already used to Igor's character suddenly wanting to do something, without asking more, he climbed down from under the special saddle with great effort, and stood beside Igor with the two squires.

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"How do I get in?"

"Enter through the gate."

Igor rolled his eyes: "The gate is closed."

Tyrion turned back: "Will knock on the door?"

Simple as that? Morris left the horse guarding the four, and the remaining three walked up a few steps and knocked on the wooden door that looked like it had not been opened for several decades.

It was faster than expected... In fact, it was much faster, the door creaked open, and an old man who was several times more wretched than Will stuck his head out.

"What are you doing, to buy that substance?"

"en. "Tyrion patted the purse, and the Golden Dragon and Silver Stag thumped crisply.

Then the door opened wider: "Come in, why are you guys wearing so little?"

What do you mean? Igor wondered, but seeing Tyrion so confident, he didn't. He just followed along when asking questions. Soon, he realized that several people were walking in the wrong direction. This was not the way to the kindergarten...the way upstairs, they were going down.

"What's your name?" Tyrion asked the old man who opened the door.

"Please call me Duck the Wise," said the old man proudly. "How much?"

"Ask my friend, he's curious about Wildfire."

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How much for what? Igor's mind is a mess, who is oneself, where is oneself, and what is oneself doing?
Oh, oneself is now Night's Watch Chief Logistics Officer Igor West, in the Alchemist guild hall, wanting to know about Wildfire.

However, listening to the dialogue between Tyrion and the wise Duck, that kind of forgiveness liquid that is very mysterious in oneself in mind, can it be bought and sold like wine?

This tm is a liquid explosive!
"Huh... wearing black clothed, who is dead at home? It's a good idea to cremate the body with that substance."

Igor immediately lowered his face: "I'm a Night's Watch, you care too much Now, introduce me to 'that substance'."

"Okay okay, you people, just like the curious Little Squirrel, asking around all day." Ke murmured, as if worriedly telling Tyrion: "I will introduce him to that substance, and you have to buy at least ten Silver Stags."

"Do you know who I am?" Tyrion was curious. He asked him, "Do you know that my family's money can buy the entire Alchemist Guild?"

The old man stared at Tyrion for a while, but said nothing. From his suspicious look, Igor draws a surprising conclusion: This guy really doesn't know Tyrion, and probably hasn't heard of a dwarf named Lannister.

But no matter what, Tyrion's lines and aura still shocked the old man, he stopped chattering, but picked up an oil lamp hanging on the wall, while moving the three towards him. Down the stairs, the introduction began.

"Do you know about dragons?" Duck's opening remarks are still attractive: "The terrifying Demon Dragon, with its wings, can cover the heavens, shielding the sun, and can burn all things in the world with one breath, Where does their fire-breathing ability come from?"

"Magic?"

"No, it's an organ in their chest." The old man who claimed to be a wise man shook his head: "This is This organ secretes a magical substance all the time. When it needs to breathe fire, the organ shrinks and squeezes out the liquid, which is accelerated and atomized by an organ in its mouth, and then ignited with a little magic power, and the dragon flame is produced.”

"What does this have to do with Wildfire, is it the kind of substance produced in the dragon body?" Igor frowned, instantly added a play to the Alchemist guild: every bottle of Wildfire made means a hatchling To be slaughtered, not to be killed if there is no trade, boycott Wildfire, start with me!
Could it be that the extinction of dragons is due to the excessive collection of Wildfire?
This is of course impossible, not to mention whether the dragon has the ability to secrete so much forgiving liquid, and even if it does, humans can definitely take the liquid in a more "gentle" way - such as bear gall.

What Igor cares about now is: How can this important armament, the great killing tool, be traded at will like selling wine? And looking at Duck's humble attitude, it seems that it is still unsold and cannot be sold.

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"No no, that substance is not produced in the dragon, we just took inspiration from that liquid and invented it with the help of technology and Magic. A substance."

"Can't you say 'Wildfire', you have to say 'that substance'?" Igor couldn't bear it anymore, a Jaqen was enough for the person who carried garlic around him, and now he still Get a Pyromancer, that's enough.

"Wildfire is what laymen call it!" The old man looked angry, "It's not wild, but can be controlled, as long as you take safety measures and master some Fire Magic... "…"

"Do you know Fire Magic?" Tyrion snorted disdainfully, "If Wildfire could be controlled, Targaryen would be sitting on Iron Throne now, and your 'that substance' wouldn't fall. At this price, it will become an important weapon of a regulated country!"

Dak had nothing to say, he murmured a few words, but continued to lead Igor and the other three down the stairs down the stairs. .

Soon, Igor understood why Duck asked "Why do you guys wear so little" when we met just now. After walking through the hall and entering the stairs to the cellar, the surrounding temperature plummeted, causing the basement effect. The formidable power seems to be particularly obvious here. If it is thirty degrees outside, it is now ten degrees here, and Igor already feels goosebumps before it goes to the bottom.

Finally, they finished the steps and came to a corridor. Igor's teeth are already frozen, and if it weren't for curiosity and a strong purpose, he would definitely return to the upper floors immediately.

The surroundings were pitch black without a speck of light, and the damp stone walls were littered with saltpeter, the only source of light coming from the sealed iron bar glass oil lamp cautiously carried by Duck the Wise.

The actual length is about tens of meters, but it feels like half a century. Duck stopped in front of a heavy-looking door, handed the oil lamp to Igor, took out the key and opened the door .

"Don't come in!" the old man suddenly shouted, "Stay at the door, the light and temperature may make this substance unstable!"

Igor hurriedly stopped with the oil lamp , I finally understand why this thing can't be on the table: if Wildfire is unstable enough that even an oil lamp wrapped in glass can be dangerous, how can it be practical!

By shooting the faint rays of light from the oil lamps in the Sect after entering Sect, Igor saw that the open room was crowded with shelves, filled with fiery red round pots, like rows of fat grapefruit made of earthenware.

"Come and help." Duck stood in front of a shelf and turned around and waved to the three of them.

Igor hurriedly handed the oil lamp to Jyck behind him, stepped forward and supported the jar in Pyromancer's hand.

"Lighten up, the clay pot is thin."

Dark took out a vial, confirmed to Night's Watch that he wanted to buy ten Silver Stag Wildfires, and started holding the pot. dump.

"Wildfire" slowly flows towards the mouth of the bottle, showing a deep azure under the rays of light of the dim oil lamp outside the door, and the texture is a bit like honey.

"Don't touch it with your hands, body temperature will destabilize this substance."

"It can also be ignited by body temperature?" Igor was so frightened that he almost let go of the jar and threw it away. **It's only a ghost if it can be used in actual combat.

"It's not that exaggerated... At least so far, there is no record of body temperature igniting Wildfire." Duck was also a little sorry, and explained with a smirk: "But the older this substance is, the easier it is to be ignited, For the sake of life, it is better to be cautious."

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Soon, the container slightly larger than the 500ml Coke bottle was filled, and Duck insisted that the bottle contained The portion is already more than the value of ten Silver Stags, but the extra portion is a giveaway. After paying, Igor got his hands on a terrifying bottle of liquid fuel as easy as blowing off dust.

"I'm very interested in this thing, Duck wise man." Igor carefully put away the bottle according to the other's instructions, took out a business card and handed it to the old man, "If you are free, please do so within two days. Meet me at the Night's Watch office, across from the East Camp of the King's Landing garrison, and we can have a big business deal."

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(end of this chapter)