Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

at the foot of Visenya's Hill.

Outside the great hall of the Alchemists' Guild, hidden deep underground, the Guildmaster Hallyne stood before the steps, craning his neck towards the Street of the Silent Sisters.

Beside him were the Wisemen of the guild, including Moncyte and Meryade.

Only six Wisemen.

Not counting assistants and apprentices, these were the only ones now qualified to be full members of the guild, or "Wisemen." Just six.

Once that number had been in the hundreds.

Guildmaster Hallyne, who led 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 legacy of his father, grandfather, and other ancestors, and successfully recreating the Secret Techniques from the scrolls.

According to the records of successive Wisemen, the guild possessed many wondrous and profound Sorceries, such as refining metal and creating Fire creatures. This was also the origin of the Wisemen being called "Alchemists" or "Pyromancers."

But for some unknown reason, the effectiveness of the Incantations and Sorceries began to inexplicably diminish and weaken, uncontrollably.

To this day, Hallyne and the other Wisemen could only still create Wildfire; other magic and Secret Techniques were just words in ancient books, difficult to utilize.

The guild had lost its most important power.

Meanwhile, more and more Maesters were sent out by The Citadel, and their influence over the Lords they served grew. The same was true beside the King.

The guild had to use Wildfire to compete with the Maesters for the King's favor.

After the extinction of the Dragons, the Targaryen Kings were quite keen on Wildfire, and the guild prospered for several years because of it.

Unfortunately, the guild suffered a heavy blow during the Fall of King's Landing a dozen years ago.

All the Wisemen were killed.

Only bewildered assistants and apprentices were left in the guild, with no one to take charge.

In the midst of chaos and confusion, many left the guild to find other ways to make a living; very few persevered to the end.

Hallyne, who came from a family of Alchemists, did not give up.

Although only an assistant, he was already among the oldest members of the guild at that time, and subsequently successfully advanced to become a Wiseman and began to lead the guild.

Hallyne was full of confidence at first, intending to please the King again with Wildfire.

But the subsequent King Robert only loved tourneys and feasts. Not only did the guild not recover and grow, it declined to its current state.

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

Fortunately, there was now a turning point.

Hallyne looked at the Street of the Silent Sisters before him with excitement and anticipation.

King Joffrey would personally visit and inspect. What a tremendous honor, what a rare opportunity.

King Joffrey, favored by The Gods, as long as they gained the favor of His Majesty, the guild would certainly flourish again, and even gain unprecedented power!

Hallyne enlarged his Divine Grace Light Screen, and the decree immediately appeared in the center of his vision.

Just this one creation, the Light Screen, was worth any miracle, comparable to any legendary magic, profound and pure. Wasn't this the Knowledge and truth the guild had been desperately seeking?

Not to mention the other infinitely profound powers of Divine Grace.

Hallyne made up his mind. For such a bright future, he would not hesitate to reveal all the guild's secrets to the King.

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

Hallyne and the others knelt to pay their respects.

Hooves clattered, and two rows of white-armored Knights occupied the Street, one on the left and one on the right.

A large White Hart then ambled over from the center, its wide antlers swaying, and stopped in front of Hallyne. It snorted a few times, but what it exhaled were two tongues of Fire.

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

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

Hallyne bowed his head respectfully. A pair of boots on the White Hart's back stepped onto the ground. The dark patterns on the trousers were clearly visible, and a beautiful hand raised a finger.

Hallyne slowly stood up.

Joffrey kindly patted Hallyne's shoulder, "Have the ten thousand jars of Wildfire been prepared?"

Hallyne bowed, "Thanks to Your Majesty's care, The Gods have bestowed more good fortune, allowing us to discover many lost Wildfire from the Dragonpit, the Great Sept of Baelor, and various tunnels. Coupled 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, many Gemstones and Dragon Glass containing the power of Divine Grace were sent to the guild, one after another.

According to the King's instructions, these crystals were placed near the equipment used to make Wildfire.

The result was shocking.

Hallyne discovered, with excitement and hesitation, that the power of Divine Grace could actually make the Incantations for making Wildfire more effective, greatly increasing the production of Wildfire!

Divine Grace. Hallyne 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.

A Magic Empire must focus all its efforts on developing magic, using its unique advantages to ensure its monopoly.

The technologies adopted must not only be advanced and powerful, but also difficult for others to replicate, preventing other forces from developing and growing stronger, which would increase the difficulty of conquest.

After all, this is a world of relative failure.

You don't need to be the best in all aspects; you just need to be less bad than others.

After resolving the crisis and taking control of the entire world, 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 below here," Hallyne said, gesturing to the path.

Joffrey stepped onto the stairs, followed closely by Kingsguard 'The Beauty' Brienne and 'The Bold' Barristan.

Tyrion hurried to keep up with his short legs, while secretly communicating with Joffrey using magic, "Your Majesty, Daenerys did stay in the bedchamber last night? May I ask what position you intend to give her?"

Tyrion was very worried.

The former Prince Joffrey was foolish and willful, but the current King Joffrey was somewhat smarter, yet also more willful, with a desire for material pleasure that could rival Robert's.

Even for Daenerys's bloodline and identity, there was no need to be so hasty, almost to the point of shaming the betrothal.

Could it be that the King was simply infatuated with her beauty?

Joffrey walked at a leisurely pace.

Above the stairs was a wide platform. Entering a heavy Black Gate, before them was a dark tunnel curving downwards.

The further down they went, the wetter and colder the air became.

Hallyne held a sealed glass oil lamp and led the way, its light faint.

Joffrey directly activated a gemstone embedded in his chest, and a cold white light instantly filled the entire space, exposing every black stone in the tunnel.

Joffrey finally responded to Tyrion, "Daenerys's position? I am very fair. Only those who contribute more and are more loyal deserve a better position."

Tyrion immediately understood the implication. It turned out Joffrey was expressing his dissatisfaction with the Starks.

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