Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

On the steps outside the Alchemists' Guild.

Joffrey was tirelessly teasing the Fire Spirit in his palm.

The inch-tall golden little person quietly held a Crystal as large as itself, completely ignoring its ill-tempered master.

After having part of its body devoured by the Inheritance Mark, the Son of Fire, "Little Gold," could only solidify into a form no taller than Four Feet. Exceeding this size, the larger its body, the more dispersed and transparent it became, and the more uncontrollable the Fire on its body.

A height of Four Feet was something Little Gold could barely accept.

But this master, called "Your Majesty," kept making it smaller and smaller, until it could be held in his palm, and it couldn't easily change back to its original size.

Could it still tolerate this?

Little Gold took a sip of Magic Power from the Crystal. So sweet, so reassuring, it all came in.

It could tolerate it.

A strong force suddenly lifted it from below. Little Gold saw everything falling rapidly downwards. Then, the hand beneath it flipped, throwing it onto a patch of golden grass.

Two fingers took the Crystal from its embrace, but thankfully, the Magic Power within was still being continuously supplied from below.

Little Gold climbed up in a daze.

The edge of the golden grass patch was surrounded by a sparkling wall, and on the wall were many curved and intertwined golden branches, forming beautiful patterns.

Gold, Crown. Little Gold remembered two names. So this was its master's head.

Just as Little Gold understood its location, the entire world suddenly spun around, flinging it far away, straight into the hard Crown.

It quickly held tightly onto the branches of the Crown.

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

Hallyne bowed humbly, "It is all thanks to Your Majesty's Divine Grace that the Son of Fire could be successfully born. Moreover, to be personally involved in such a miracle is already supreme Honor. How could we ask for any reward?"

Hallyne frequently glanced at the Son of Fire perched on the King's Crown, feeling both proud and disappointed.

He saw clearly that in the birth of the Son of Fire, the Incantation and Ritual passed down by the Guild were indeed useful, but the King's Divine Grace seemed even more crucial.

Without Divine Grace, could the Guild replicate this power again?

Thinking of this, Hallyne truly wanted to take the Son of Fire from the King's head and study it carefully, perhaps even claim it for himself.

But Hallyne wasn't crazy.

"Hallyne, what is the total cost of ten thousand jars of Wildfire?"

Joffrey asked abruptly.

The Alchemists' Guild was not directly subordinate to the Throne. To get ten thousand jars of Wildfire from the Pyromancers, it would clearly cost money.

Hearing the King's question, many thoughts flashed through Hallyne's mind.

The King should know the price. Is he finding it expensive? Or does he want to increase the order? Or perhaps he wants to raise the price as a reward?

Not daring to remain silent for too long, Hallyne quickly spoke, "To be frank with Your Majesty, the Wildfire manufacturing process is extremely dangerous. Over the years, assistants and apprentices have met with misfortune, and the Guild has to do its best to compensate their families."

Hallyne tried to defend the Guild.

"There are also material procurement, daily expenses, safety measures, and debts incurred in the past for making Wildfire, and so on. All these costs added up are not very cheap."

"In total, ten thousand Gold Dragons." Hallyne carefully glanced at the King's expression.

This was the price that had been set.

Ten thousand Gold Dragons. When he quoted this price at the time, Hallyne had mustered great courage.

One must know, ten thousand jars of Wildfire was the Guild's largest order in recent years. The Guild's expenses for the next few years, or even more than a decade, might depend on this one business deal.

Hallyne 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 regrets it now?

Thinking of the cleanup operations in King's Landing these days, and the King's Holy War Army, Hallyne bowed deeply, doing his best to show his respect and submission.

One thousand Gold Dragons would also be fine.

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

Hallyne certainly knew that name.

The Research Department, established just a month ago, had already gained a great reputation in King's Landing.

People knew that the Research Department was full of crazy Maesters and terrifying怪人, who spent their days thinking up novel ways to kill people and creating inexplicable things.

Hallyne, on the other hand, felt that these were like-minded individuals. Weren't those foolish people slandering the Alchemists' hard work in the same way?

Hallyne also knew some more secret things.

The head of the Research Department, the infamous "Ogre" Qyburn, was researching none other than Divine Grace and the Divine Grace Light Screen!

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

Before today, under the warning of the Divine Grace Light Screen, Hallyne had offered prayers at the Wishing Stone twice.

After each prayer, Hallyne noticed the differences in the Divine Grace Light Screen. Some text disappeared, some patterns and operations changed, and the tasks became more detailed and frequent.

After the second prayer, the Light Screen even began to teach knowledge such as text and history, and also had a "Sea of Books" that stored countless knowledge.

Hallyne was engrossed in the Sea of Books for two days before realizing that the knowledge within was growing endlessly and was impossible to finish reading.

The Light Screen also assigned him the task of "Accumulate Streams to Form a Sea." Hallyne tried to find a few ancient scrolls, and the Light Screen successfully included them in the Sea of Books, rewarding him with some points.

Points were actually not very useful, only serving to purchase Honor Levels, which were merely for show.

But Hallyne had a premonition that points would definitely have more uses in the future. The reason was simple: the King would not stop, and neither would Qyburn.

Hallyne looked up at the King.

What was Qyburn originally? Just a Maester expelled by The Citadel. It was all because of the King's favor.

Because of the King, Qyburn could actually draw on a great creation like the Divine Grace Light Screen, changing the entire King's Landing with his knowledge and wisdom, and would even change the Seven Kingdoms, and the world.

This was the happiest destination for a Wiseman.

Research Department.

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

He knelt on one knee, "Your Majesty, no reward is needed. Please allow me to join the Research Department. Hallyne will surely devote all his efforts and offer eternal loyalty to explore the power of Divine Grace and the mysteries of magic for Your Majesty."

Joffrey nodded slightly, "Of course, Wiseman Hallyne is qualified. However, this is not enough to reward the merits you have achieved."

Joffrey gently helped Hallyne up, "All members of the Alchemists' Guild can join the Research Department and establish an Alchemy Branch. You will still be their leader, on the same level as Qyburn, how about that?"

Hallyne then knew that the ten thousand Gold Dragons were completely out of reach.

"Thank you for Your Majesty's grace."

Joffrey finally mounted the White Hart and returned to the Red Keep with satisfaction.

Halfway there.

Minister of Security Elin uncharacteristically sent Joffrey a message via the Light Screen: "Archmaester Marwyn from The Citadel has entered King's Landing."

Joffrey sighed softly, Today is truly busy.

"Summon him for an audience."

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