Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 121: The Sage Hallin

At the foot of the Visenya Hills.

Outside the Alchemists' Guildhall, hidden deep underground, Guildmaster Hallin stood before the steps, craning his neck in the direction of Quiet Street, anticipating their arrival.

Beside him were the Sages of the guild, including Monseit and Meliad.

Only six Sages.

Excluding assistants and apprentices, only these few were qualified to be full members of the guild, that is, "Sages."

Only six.

Once, that number had been in the hundreds.

Hallin, the leader of the guild, was heartbroken by this.

Not a day went by that he didn't think about restoring the guild to its former glory, continuing the efforts of his father, grandfather, and other predecessors, and successfully reproducing the secret arts on the scrolls.

According to the records of past Sages, the guild possessed many miraculous and mysterious techniques, such as refining metals and creating fire creatures.

This was also why the Sages were called "Alchemists" or "Pyromancers."

But from some point on, the power of spells and techniques began to inexplicably diminish and weaken, unable to be suppressed.

To this day, the only thing that Hallin and the other Sages could still create was wildfire; other magics and secret arts were merely words in ancient books, difficult to utilize.

The guild had lost its most important power.

At the same time, more and more maesters were sent by the Citadel, and their influence on the lords they served grew.

The same was true at the King's side.

The guild had to compete with the maesters for the King's favor by using wildfire.

After the extinction of dragons, the Targaryen kings were quite enthusiastic about wildfire, and the guild prospered for many years because of it.

Unfortunately, the guild suffered heavy losses during the fall of King's Landing more than a decade ago.

All the Sages were killed.

The guild was left with only bewildered assistants and apprentices, with no one to preside over the situation.

In the midst of chaos and confusion, many people left the guild to seek other paths, and very few persevered to the end.

Hallin, who came from a family of alchemists, did not give up.

Although he was only an assistant, he was already one of the most senior members of the guild at that time, and he subsequently successfully advanced to become a Sage and began to lead the guild.

Hallin was initially full of confidence, intending to regain the King's favor with wildfire.

But the subsequent King Robert only loved tournaments and feasts.

Not only did the guild not recover and grow, but it also declined to its current state.

More than a decade passed, and Hallin almost thought that the guild, which had been passed down for thousands of years, would perish in his hands.

Fortunately, there was now a turning point.

Hallin looked at Quiet Street in front of him with excitement and anticipation.

King Joffrey would personally come to inspect.

What a great honor, what a rare opportunity.

The gods favored King Joffrey; as long as he gained the favor of this陛下, the guild would surely prosper again, and even gain unprecedented power!

Hallin amplified his Divine Grace light curtain, and the edict above immediately appeared in the center of his vision.

This creation of the light curtain alone was comparable to any miracle, enough to rival any legendary magic, profound and pure.

Wasn't this precisely the knowledge and truth that the guild had been painstakingly pursuing?

What's more, there was the other infinitely mysterious power of Divine Grace.

Hallin made up his mind that for such a bright future, he would not hesitate to present all the secrets of the guild to the King.

"His Majesty has arrived!" The sound appeared before the person.

Hallin and the others knelt to pay their respects.

The sound of hooves echoed as two rows of white-armored knights occupied the street on the left and right.

The tall white stag then strolled over from the center, shaking its wide antlers and stopping in front of Hallin, snorting a few times, but spitting out two tongues of flame.

Hallin felt as if his hair had been ignited, but fortunately, it was just an illusion.

"The entire Alchemists' Guild welcomes Your Majesty; your presence is our supreme honor."

Hallin respectfully lowered his head, and a pair of boots on the back of the white stag stepped onto the ground.

The dark patterns on the pants were clearly visible, and a beautiful hand raised a finger.

Hallin slowly stood up.

Joffrey patted Hallin's shoulder amiably, "Have you prepared ten thousand jars of wildfire?"

Hallin bowed, "Thanks to Your Majesty's care, the gods have bestowed more good fortune, allowing us to discover many lost wildfires in the Dragonpit, the Great Sept of Baelor, and various underground passages.

Combined with the previous storage, we have finally lived up to Your Majesty's trust."

In fact, it was more than that.

Not long after the King's coronation, he had successively sent many gemstones and dragon crystals containing the power of Divine Grace to the guild.

According to the King's instructions, these crystals were placed near the instruments for making wildfire.

The result was shocking.

Hallin excitedly and hesitantly discovered that the power of Divine Grace could make the spells for making wildfire more effective, and the production of wildfire greatly increased!

The power of Divine Grace.

Hallin silently chewed on this term.

Joffrey had long been aware of the effect of Source Energy.

This also proved that wildfire was indeed closely related to magic, not just some flammable ordinary substance.

Joffrey was very satisfied with this answer.

The Magic Empire was to fully develop magic, using its unique advantages to ensure its monopoly.

The technology used must not only be advanced and powerful, but also ensure that it is difficult for others to copy, so as not to allow other forces to develop and grow, increasing the difficulty of conquest.

After all, this was a world of who was less bad.

It was not necessary to do everything to the best, as long as it was less bad than others.

After resolving the crisis and obtaining the entire world, it would not be too late to use various technologies and knowledge to fully build the empire.

"Your Majesty, the hall of the Alchemists' Guild is below here."

Hallin gestured to the road with his side.

Joffrey stepped onto the steps, with the Kingsguard "Beauty" Brienne and "The Bold" Barristan closely following behind.

Tyrion strode with short legs to keep up, while using magic to secretly communicate with Joffrey, "Your Majesty, did Daenerys indeed move into the 寝宫 last night?

I wonder what position you plan to give her?"

Tyrion was very worried.

The former Prince Joffrey was foolish and willful, but the current King Joffrey was a little smarter, but also more willful, and his material desires and enjoyment were almost comparable to Robert.

Even for the sake of Daenerys' bloodline and identity, there was no need to be so impatient, almost humiliating the betrothal.

Could it be that the King was just blinded by her beauty?

Joffrey stepped forward unhurriedly.

Above the steps was a wide platform, entering a heavy black door, and in front of him was a dark tunnel curving downwards.

The further down he went, the more humid and colder the air became.

Hallin carried a sealed glass oil lamp to lead the way in front, the light of the lamp was weak.

Joffrey directly activated a gemstone embedded in 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 contributes more, whoever is more loyal, deserves a better position."

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

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