Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 125: Ogre

On the steps outside the Alchemists' Guild.

Joffrey tirelessly teased the fire spirit in his palm.

The one-inch tall golden figure quietly hugged a crystal as large as itself, completely ignoring its ill-tempered master.

After a portion of its body was devoured by the inheritance mark, the Fire Child "Goldie's" solidified form could only be four inches tall at most; exceeding this size would cause its form to become increasingly loose and transparent, with the flames on its body becoming more uncontrollable.

Goldie reluctantly accepted the four-inch height.

However, this master called "Your Majesty" made it shrink smaller and smaller, until it could be grasped in his palm, and it couldn't easily return to its original size.

How could it tolerate this?

Goldie took a sip of magic power from the crystal; so sweet, so reassuring, filling it completely.

It could tolerate it.

Suddenly, a strong force pushed up from below, and Goldie saw everything falling downwards rapidly. Then, the palm beneath it flipped over, tossing it onto a golden meadow.

Two fingers took the crystal from its arms, but fortunately, the magic power within continued to flow in from below.

Goldie dazedly got to its feet.

The edge of the golden grass was surrounded by a circle of shimmering walls, with many curved and intertwined golden branches forming beautiful patterns on the wall.

Gold, crown. Goldie recalled two names. So this was the top of the master's head.

Just as Goldie understood its location, the whole world suddenly spun around, throwing it far away, directly crashing into the hard crown.

It quickly clung tightly to the branches on the crown.

Joffrey turned his head to talk to Harren beside him, "The Alchemists' Guild has performed well this time. What reward do you want? Just name it."

Harren bowed humbly, "It's all thanks to Your Majesty's divine grace that the Fire Child was successfully born. Moreover, being able to personally participate in such a miracle is already the highest honor, how could I ask for any reward?"

Harren frequently glanced at the Fire Child perched on the King's crown, feeling both pride and disappointment in his heart.

He clearly saw that in the birth of the Fire Child, the guild's inherited spells and rituals were indeed useful, but the King's divine power seemed even more crucial.

If there was no divine grace, could the guild replicate this power again?

Thinking of this, Harren really wanted to take the Fire Child off the King's head for detailed study, even to take it for himself.

But Harren wasn't crazy.

"Harren, what is the total price of ten thousand jars of wildfire?"

Joffrey asked abruptly.

The Alchemists' Guild was not directly subordinate to the throne. To obtain ten thousand jars of wildfire from the pyromancers, it was obviously necessary to spend money.

Hearing the King's question, Harren instantly had many thoughts.

The King should know the price. Did he think it was too expensive? Or did he want to increase the order? Or did he want to raise the price as a reward?

Not daring to remain silent for too long, Harren quickly spoke, "To be honest, Your Majesty, the wildfire manufacturing process is extremely dangerous. Over the years, assistants and apprentices have unfortunately suffered accidents, and the guild must do its best to compensate their families."

Harren tried to defend the guild.

"There are also the purchase of materials, daily expenses, safety measures, and debts owed from the past for making wildfire, etc. All kinds of expenses add up, and it's not very cheap."

"In total, ten thousand gold dragons." Harren carefully glanced at the King's expression.

This was the originally agreed-upon price.

Ten thousand gold dragons; when he quoted this price, Harren had mustered a lot of courage.

It should be known that ten thousand jars of wildfire were the guild's largest order in recent years. The guild's expenses for the next few years or even decades might depend on this business.

Harren had to slightly raise the price from the original cost.

After all, if they wanted to restore the guild's glory, attract more people to join, and conduct more research, money was essential.

Of course, two or three thousand gold dragons would also be acceptable.

However, at that time, the royal family did not bargain at all, and readily accepted the price of ten thousand gold dragons.

Could it be that the King now regretted it?

Thinking of the recent clearing operations in King's Landing, and the King's Holy War army, Harren deeply bowed, trying his best to show his respect and submission.

One thousand gold dragons would also be fine.

Joffrey glanced at him faintly, "You know about the Research Department, right?"

Of course, Harren knew this name.

The Research Department, which had only been established a month ago, had already won a great reputation in King's Landing.

People knew that the Research Department was full of crazy scholars and terrifying freaks, constantly pondering novel ways to kill people, and doing some inexplicable things.

Harren, on the other hand, felt that these were like-minded fellows. Weren't those foolish people also slandering the alchemists' hard work in this way?

Harren also knew some more secret things.

The head of the Research Department, the notorious "Ogre" Qyburn, was responsible for researching divine power and the divine power light screen!

Harren was extremely envious of this. He had already experienced Qyburn's research results.

Before today, under the warning of the divine power light screen, Harren had prayed at the Prayer Stone twice.

Each time after praying, Harren noticed the differences in the divine power light screen. Some texts disappeared, some patterns and operations changed, and the tasks became more refined and frequent.

After the second prayer, the light screen even began to teach knowledge such as writing and history, and there was also a "Sea of Books" that stored countless knowledge.

Harren was immersed in the Sea of Books for two days before discovering that there was more and more knowledge in it, and he couldn't finish reading it at all.

The light screen also assigned him the task of "Accumulating Streams into the Sea." Harren tried to find a few ancient scrolls, and the light screen successfully included them in the Sea of Books, and rewarded some points.

The points were not very practical, and could only be used to purchase honor levels, which looked good.

But Harren had a hunch that the points would have more uses in the future. The reason was simple, the King wouldn't stop, and neither would Qyburn.

Harren looked up at the King.

What was Qyburn originally? Just a scholar expelled from the Citadel. Just because of the King's favor.

Just because of the King, Qyburn was actually able to paint on such a great creation as the divine power light screen, using his knowledge and wisdom to change the entire King's Landing, and would also change the Seven Kingdoms, and even the world.

This was the happiest home for a wise man.

Research Department.

The King's eyes were calm and deep, and Harren seemed to understand the King's intention.

He knelt on one knee, "Your Majesty, there is no need for any reward, please allow me to join the Research Department. Harren will definitely devote his heart and soul, offer eternal loyalty, and explore the power of divine grace and the mysteries of magic for Your Majesty."

Joffrey nodded slightly, "The wise Harren certainly has this qualification. However, this is not enough to reward you for your merits."

Joffrey gently helped Harren up, "All members of the Alchemists' Guild can join the Research Department and establish an Alchemy branch. You are still their负责人, on the same level as Qyburn, how about that?"

Harren then knew that the ten thousand gold dragons were completely unattainable.

"Thank you for your Majesty's grace."

Joffrey finally rode the white stag and returned to the Red Keep with satisfaction.

Halfway there.

The Minister of Security, Aeryn, rarely sent Joffrey a message using the light screen: "Archmaester Marwyn of the Citadel has entered King's Landing."

Joffrey sighed softly, today was really busy.

"Summon him to see me."

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