"Alchemist Guild Hall?" might as well not ask, the name was more inappropriate than the building itself, and Iger couldn't help but wonder if he was crossing into a game world: "What is that for, do alchemists know magic?"

"I'm sure you've heard two other words, firemancer, and wildfire. Tyrion shrugged his shoulders and saw that Aigle had stopped his horse, so he took Jack and Morris to stop together, "What's wrong? That's not fun. ”

Iger turned his head: "If I want to visit, can I go in?"

"Yes, it's very good, the fire warlock used to be the darling of the Targaryen family, but now it's so broken that everyone can kick and spit on it. Tyrion shrugged, "As long as you have a little money, you can get in, if it weren't for the fact that there are too many wildfires under the ground to deal with, you think this building would continue to stand here?" But the people inside are quite nervous...... Well, it's quite pitiful, from heaven to hell all of a sudden, that's what they're talking about. ”

"Let's see. ”

Tyrion frowned strangely, but he was used to Egg's sudden desire to do something, so he didn't ask too much, and struggled to climb out from under the special saddle and stand beside Egg with the two squires.

......

"How do you get in?"

"Enter through the gate. ”

Iger rolled his eyes, "The door is closed." ”

Tyrion flipped back, "Will you knock on the door?"

Morris left behind the four-man horse, and the remaining three walked up a few flights of steps and knocked on the wooden door that looked like it hadn't been opened for decades.

Sooner than expected...... In fact, it was much faster, the door creaked open, and an old man with a thief's eyebrows and a mouse face, several times more obscene than Will, poked his head out.

"What are you doing, buying that substance?"

"Hmm. Tyrion patted the purse, and the golden dragon and silver deer made a crisp crashing sound.

So the door opened to a bigger one: "Come in, why are you wearing so little?"

What does that mean?, but seeing that Tyrion looked so confident, he didn't ask questions and just followed, and soon, he realized that the others were going in the wrong direction, and this was not going to kindergarten...... Upstairs on the road, they're going down.

"What do you call it?" Tyrion asked the old man who opened the door.

"Please call me Duck the Wise. The old man said haughtily, "How much?"

"Just ask my friend, he's curious about wildfires. ”

What do you want? Egger's mind was a mess, who was he, where was he, what was he going to do?

Oh, and I'm now the Night's Watch Chief Logistics Officer, Egger West, in the halls of the Alchemist's Guild, trying to learn about wildfire.

But listening to the conversation between Tyrion and the wise Dark, the forgiveness liquid that was mysterious in his mind could be bought and sold like wine?

This TM is liquid explosives!

"Huh...... Dressed in black, who died in the house? It's a good idea to cremate the body with that substance. ”

Iger immediately pulled down his face: "I'm a night watchman, you have too much to do, tell me about 'that substance'." ”

"Okay, you people, like curious little squirrels, ask and ask all day long. Darker the Wise muttered, as if uneasy, and told Tyrion, "I'll introduce him to that substance, and you'll have to buy at least ten silver deer." ”

"Do you know who I am?" Tyrion asked him curiously, "Do you know that my family's money can buy the entire Alchemist Guild?"

The old man stared at Tyrion for a moment, but did not speak. From his suspicious expression, Egg came to a surprising conclusion: this guy really didn't know Tyrion, and probably hadn't heard of a dwarf named Lannister.

But no matter what, Tyrion's lines and aura still shocked the old man, and instead of chattering, he picked up an oil lamp hanging on the wall, and began the introduction as he led the three of them down the stairs.

"Do you know dragons?" Dark's opening remarks are quite attractive: "Where does the ability to breathe fire come from, terrifying demon dragons, who can cover the sky and the sun with their wings and incinerate everything in the world with a single breath?"

"Magic?"

"No, it's an organ in their chest. The old man, who claimed to be a wise man, shook his head: "This organ secretes a magical substance all the time, and when it is necessary to breathe fire, the organ contracts and squeezes out the liquid, and after the acceleration and atomization of an organ in its mouth, and then ignites it with a little magic power, the dragon flame is generated." ”

"What does this have to do with wildfire, is it the kind of substance produced in the dragon's body?" Egger frowned, and his heart instantly added drama to the Alchemist Guild: every time a pot of wildfire is made, it means that a young dragon is slaughtered, there is no buying and selling, there is no killing, resist wildfire, start with me!

Could it be that the extinction of dragons was due to the excessive collection of wildfires?

Of course, this is impossible, not to mention whether dragons have the ability to secrete so many forgiveness colored liquids, and even if they did, humans would definitely be able to take the liquid in a more "gentler" way - such as bear bile.

What Iger is concerned about now is: How can such important armaments, weapons of mass destruction, be traded at will like this like selling wine? And judging by Duck's low-voiced attitude, it seems that it is still unsalable and cannot be sold.

......

"No, no, that substance wasn't created in the dragon's body, we just got inspiration from that liquid and invented that substance with the help of technology and magic. ”

"Can't you say 'wildfire', you have to say 'that substance'?" Egg couldn't help it, it was enough for the person with garlic to have a Jakun next to him, and now there was a fire mancer, it was really enough.

"Wildfire is what the layman calls it!" the old man looked angry, "it's not wild, it's controllable, as long as it's safe and you have some fire magic......"

"Do you know fire magic?" Tyrion snorted disdainfully, "If the wildfire could be contained, Targaryen would still be sitting on the Iron Throne by now, and your 'that substance' would not fall to this price, but would become a regulated state!"

Duck had nothing to say, so he muttered a few words, but continued to lead Iger and the other three down the stairs to the ground.

Soon, Iger understood why Duck would ask "why are you wearing so little" when they met just now, and after walking through the hall and entering the stairs to the cellar, the temperature around him plummeted, and the power of the basement effect seemed to be particularly evident here, if it was thirty degrees outside, then now it was ten degrees, and before it went down, Iger already felt goosebumps on his body.

Finally, they walked up the stairs and came to a corridor. Egger was already freezing his teeth, and if it weren't for his curiosity and strong sense of purpose, he would have returned to the upper echelons immediately.

It was pitch black and there was no light, and the damp stone walls were littered with saltpeter, the only source of light coming from the sealed iron-bared glass oil lamp that Dark the Wise had carefully carried.

The actual length is about a few tens of meters, but it feels like walking for half a century, Duck stopped in front of a door that looked very heavy, handed the oil lamp to Egger, and took out the key to open the door.

"Don't come in!" the old man suddenly cried out, "stay at the door, the light and temperature may make this substance unstable!"

Iger quickly stood with the oil lamp in his hand, and finally understood why this thing couldn't be put on the table: if a wildfire was so unstable that even an oil lamp wrapped in glass could be dangerous, how could it be practical!

By the faint glow of the oil lamp behind the door, Egg saw that the open room was crowded with shelves, filled with fiery red round pots, like rows of clay fat grapefruits.

"Come over and help. Duck stood in front of a shelf and turned back to wave at the trio.

Egg hurriedly handed the oil lamp to Jack behind him, and stepped forward to hold the jar in the pyromancer's hand.

"Lighter, the clay pot is thin. ”

Duck pulled out a vial and confirmed to the Night's Watch that he was buying ten silver deer for the wildfire, then held the jar and began to dump it.

The "wildfire" slowly flowed towards the mouth of the bottle, revealing a deep cyan color in the dim light of the oil lamp outside the door, and the texture was a bit like honey.

"Don't touch your hands, body temperature will also make this substance unstable. ”

"Body temperature can also ignite it?" Egg was so frightened that he almost let go and threw the jar away, this ** thing can be used in actual combat.

"It's not that exaggerated...... At least so far, there have been no records of body temperature igniting wildfires. Duck was also a little embarrassed, and explained with a sneer: "But the older this substance is, the easier it is to be ignited, and it is better to be cautious for the sake of a small life." ”

......

Soon, the container, which was slightly larger than a 500ml Coke bottle, was filled, and Duck insisted that the bottle was worth more than ten silver deer, but the extra was a giveaway. After paying the money, Iger effortlessly got a terrifying bottle of liquid fuel.

"I'm interested in this kind of thing, Duck the Wise. Iger carefully put away the bottle according to the other party's instructions, took out a business card and handed it to the old man, "If you are free, please come to the Night's Watch office to find me in two days, just opposite the East Camp of the King's Landing Garrison, we can talk about a big business." ”

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