The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 325 Blessing the Apprentice

Author: Bamboo Basket Frame Water

Chapter 325 Blessing the Apprentice

Dong~dong~dong~

The bells symbolizing midnight are slowly recalling from the sky above the Great Sept of Baelor, but the Hand of the King in the Hand's Tower, Jon Arryn, is still busy working for the country.

Although the trade with the elves has indeed significantly increased the country's fiscal revenue, it only benefits the upper-class nobles and elves a lot, but does not benefit the people at the bottom much.

After all, most of the goods sold by elves are expensive luxuries, and only nobles and wealthy businessmen can afford them.

However, the goods of elves are not cheap after all, so there have even been some vicious cases where nobles whose territories are not wealthy have begun to exploit farmers and engage in illegal transactions!

More importantly, the goods brought by the elves are not only those expensive luxury goods and magic potions, but also a large number of low-priced and rich varieties of food and vegetables!

As winter is approaching, almost all nobles and commoners are frantically hoarding food to cope with the cold winter that lasts for more than ten years, fearing that they will die from famine and cold.

In this situation where the price of food was about to exceed ten times, the elves actually put a large amount of cheap food and daily necessities on the market, which directly caused many scalpers and grain merchants who were waiting for the price to go bankrupt.

It wouldn't be a big deal if some profiteers went bankrupt. What's even more frightening is that because the price of elven food is so low, many nobles in the Riverlands and the Reach in the food-producing areas have chosen not to grow food!

Since the elves' caravans only purchased relatively scarce cotton and flax, a large amount of fertile land was abandoned and replaced by various crops that could be traded with the elves.

Although this kind of behavior will bring a lot of wealth to the country in a short period of time, Old Jon is still keenly aware of the seriousness of the problem:

"In the final analysis, the problem is still due to the impact of elven products on the local market. It seems that it is time for Petyr and the elves to discuss trade issues."

The old Prime Minister sat at his desk and kept sighing, but he didn't know that the Finance Minister Littlefinger in his mouth was the culprit who betrayed the national interests.

After all, although most of the nobles in Westeros are ignorant and incompetent people, there are still people who can see that the elves' strategy is to use food to control the entire Westeros.

But even if they see that it's the elves' plot, what can they do?

Thanks to the green light approved by the Chancellor of the Exchequer, the elves' cheap food was sold throughout Westeros, and the elves took the initiative to bear the transportation costs, instantly occupying a huge civilian market.

The masses are bright-eyed. They don't care about the commotion low food prices will cause in the local market. They only care about the prices they see.

What, those noble lords said they wanted to protect the local grain market?

If they have the ability, don’t buy it themselves!

"Your Majesty Prime Minister, I see that you have been working hard day and night during this period. I specially brought some plum wine from our hometown valley. I wish you a good dream tonight."

Just when the old prime minister was thinking about how to deal with the trade war with the elves, a young and familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door, which caught the old prime minister's attention.

He recognized that the person who came was none other than the attendant who had followed him from the valley to King's Landing - Hugh.

Although this squire was a young man who desperately wanted to become a knight, the old prime minister still thought that the squire was a valley man who was loyal to him, so he said:

"It's Hugh. The door is unlocked. Come in."

"Okay, sir."

I saw a young attendant named Hugh walking into the room carrying a bottle of wine, then gently placed it on the table in front of the old prime minister and said:

"This is a sweet wine made from fresh plums picked by my mother in the plum garden. I think the Prime Minister seems to be troubled by some problem during this time, so I brought you this pot of sweet wine."

"Hahaha, thank you for your hard work. I wonder how your mother's physical condition is now?"

"Thanks to you, I'm getting along...then I'll take my leave first."

"Well, go ahead, let me taste the wine from my hometown."

Watching the seemingly nervous young man leave the room, the kind-hearted old prime minister obviously did not suspect that the other party had any objections.

After all, Westeros is currently at peace and the entire country is prospering. In addition, he has not made many enemies in the court. In theory, it is impossible for anyone to frame him.

If harmony can bring wealth, who would want chaos?

However, the old prime minister did not know that sometimes too much stability itself is the biggest threat to careerists.

Old Jon unpreparedly opened the lid of the jug, and the aroma of sweet and sour wine that hit his face made him take a deep breath, and then sighed:

"Ah~ Is there anything more satisfying than having a glass of plum wine from my hometown on a busy night?"

After saying that, he took out the wine glass and poured himself a full glass. After a few drinks, he returned to the bed in the study and fell into a beautiful dream.

————A few days later, Junlin

Dong~dong~dong~

The low and loud bells sounded again from the Great Cathedral of Baelor, but this time it was obviously not to remind everyone in the city that midnight was coming. After all, it was noon now.

The people in the city all looked curiously at the door of the Great Cathedral of Baelor. They knew that the reason why the bell was ringing was most likely because a certain important person had passed away.

Sure enough, a young boy with good information suddenly ran out from the corner of the cathedral, and then excitedly shouted to the people around him:

"I saw it, it was the Hand of the King who passed away!"

Hiss~

Hearing this boy's shout, the surrounding people took a breath of the stench of King's Landing. His slightly green face made people suspect that he was a Nurgle believer.

However, this could not help them being so surprised. After all, although Jon Arryn was an old man from the valley with a gray beard, his reputation among Baixin was quite respected.

After all, even the children of King's Landing know that King Robert is a careless drunkard, and the entire country relies on the old prime minister to shoulder the heavy responsibility of running the country.

Now that the old Prime Minister has suddenly passed away, where will Westeros go after losing its leader?

As the news of the old prime minister's death spread more and more widely in the city, some well-informed wealthy businessmen and nobles became a little overwhelmed and began to think about whether they needed to evacuate King's Landing.

"Although the Prime Minister's hair has turned gray, his body is still strong. How could he suddenly fall ill overnight?"

"I suspect that someone has framed the Prime Minister. After all, if it is a common disease, I am afraid it can be cured long ago with the magic potion provided by the elves!"

"Could it be that the elves designed to frame the Prime Minister, or is it His Majesty the King?"

…

All kinds of rumors began to spread in the streets and alleys. However, with the suppression of the golden robes and the introduction of various news into King's Landing, many lies that undermined the stability of the country were also exposed.

First of all, King Robert is currently hunting in the royal forest. Coupled with his status as the adopted son of the old prime minister, it is impossible to take the opportunity to poison him.

Secondly, the elf lord Rohan is currently taking the princes and princesses to the north to fight the wild hunting elves. How can he have time to take care of everything that happens in King's Landing?

The case is solved, the old Prime Minister should die!

Just like that, poor Jon Arryn disappeared from everyone's sight. No one knew that the old man's last words were "caste toughness".

Of course, no one noticed that the Chancellor of the Exchequer spent the night on top of the Prime Minister's Tower, and the Prime Minister's wife led the Vale retainers to leave King's Landing the next day.

The expected chaos is coming, but I wonder if this careerist is prepared enough to end this farce decently?

——Northern Territory, Kings Road

"Master, can you let me try that [Archery Cutting Technique] next time? It looks really cool!"

"And me and me! I feel like I can try to overload my [Fireball Technique]. I will definitely be able to blow those nasty Wild Hunt elves into pieces next time!"

"Besides, I can barely use the [Heth Sword Technique]. Master, can you teach me enchantment magic like Myrcella?"

…

In a wooden house on the roadside of King's Road, Joffrey and Myrcella, wearing tight-fitting silver armor, were sitting across from Rohan excitedly, constantly describing the experiences and requests they had learned during this period.

From the equipment provided by Luo Han, it is not difficult to see that Luo Han's arrangement for these two little golden retrievers is one demon and one martial arts, and he really spent a lot of thought on them.

After all, not everyone is qualified to be blessed by Lohan himself with his divine power!

That's right, after a long period of absorbing and researching divine power, Lohan can finally use the divine power in his body to bless others!

As his first batch of test subjects, the first blessing ceremony of the two Joffrey brothers almost drained all of his divine power, making him feel the emptiness in his body for the first time in many years.

After all, blessing is equivalent to using the upper limit of one's own divine power to give to others as the lower limit, so this stupid behavior of Rohan is tantamount to cutting meat to feed the eagle!

Fortunately, Rohan is different from the Chosen One of the Four Gods of Chaos, that is, he can share followers with the Lady of the Mist!

After all, as the chosen one of Lady Mist, ordinary believers usually bring Rohan along with them when praying, which makes Rohan's divine power increase at a very impressive rate.

At least compared to the 'secondary god' Dario who only blessed a dozen demon warriors, Rohan has now directly blessed two young living saints!

Hearing these two noisy disciples, Luo Han reluctantly ended the replay of the previous battle with the Wild Hunt, then knocked their heads and said:

"I know this is your first actual combat, but don't be complacent just because you have achieved negligible results, otherwise you will suffer a loss."

"But master, those Wild Hunt elves are so cunning. Once the battle goes bad, they will teleport away from the battlefield. This has caused me to almost get hurt several times because I couldn't hold back the magic."

Hearing Rohan's teachings, Myrcella's face as delicate as a porcelain doll couldn't help but feel slightly bitter, then she grabbed Rohan's arm and started acting coquettishly.

Since most of the sorceresses under Rohan's command are proficient in the death and necromancy arts, even though Myrcella has received Rohan's blessing, Rohan still does not intend to let her learn necromancy magic.

Not to mention the upper limit of magic for a human body, when I think of the sweet-smelling little lolita now turning into a smelly girl with corpse odor all over her body in the future...

terrible!

After shaking his head to remove the distracting thoughts in his mind, Luo Han looked up at the snowstorm that had gradually subsided outside the window, then stood up and said:

"It's time to prepare to go, but you must be ready for battle. After all, the North is their home field. Be careful of ice cones and frost flying from all directions."

"As you command!"

As soon as they mentioned the possible battle with the Wild Hunt, the two golden retriever sisters immediately became serious, and even their eyes became extraordinarily determined.

After a year of training, although Joffrey and Myrcella still retain their cruel and gentle personalities, they have also become brave and fearless qualified warriors.

It is no exaggeration to say that even the well-trained Pendor soldiers can no longer defeat them in a one-on-one duel!

The disciples were already ready to attack, and Luohan thoughtfully put a layer of advanced magic [Safuri's Shield] on the two of them to ensure that the two would not be killed instantly.

After all, Caranthir's frequent and rapid time and space magic made even Rohan, the Chosen One, feel a headache.

It's not because he can't beat him, but because he has such a useful tool-man elf, and he really wants to make him his subordinate.

It's a pity that the two sides have only met once, otherwise he would really like to have a good chat with this fellow man who also has the ability to travel and see if they have anything in common.

"Let's go, all of you, please be careful."

Huwuwu——

As Rohan opened the door, the howling cold wind blew into the room instantly. Unfortunately, the two people present were already extraordinary bodies, so it was naturally impossible for them to shiver.

Looking up at the white sky, Rohan stuck out his tongue and licked the snowflakes falling next to his lips, and then said to Myrcella who was also looking at the snow next to him:

"Go and feel the magic fluctuations that are constantly emitting in the air, and tell me what information you can judge from it?"

After receiving the order, Myrcella touched the snowflakes falling from the sky with her hands, then closed her eyes to feel the surrounding air, and reported to Luo Hanhui seriously with her small face:

"I can feel the power of magic in these snowflakes. They should be the blizzard caused by the Wild Hunt opening the portal, but my current ability alone cannot determine their specific location."

"Not bad. It seems that your magic power perception range has improved after being tested in actual combat."

Seeing that Myrcella's perception talent was so outstanding, Rohan happily touched her soft blond hair, then looked at the forest covered with ice and snow behind him and asked:

"Since we are all here, let's come out and meet each other. After all, we can be regarded as compatriots who have something in common. We can sit down and have a good chat.

Are you right, Caranthir?"

(End of chapter)