Chapter 341

The next day

Using a portkey, Domeric appeared in a secluded part of his domain.

In some distance, he could see a dilapidated hut that looked like it had not been used for decades and would fall down with a powerful gust of wind.

He went to the old hut and tapped the door a half dozen times.

After a few minutes of waiting, the door opened and an old man opened the door and squinted at him.

"Ahh… My lord. Please. Come come." The man said in a slightly weak yet excited voice.

He entered the hut which led to a series of stairs which led to an underground lab that was filled with a few dozen people working simultaneously on various ingredients.

On the walls, he could see the runes he had carved to keep the air clean and to give light to the dark underground room.

"Come. Come. My Lord. You're here for an inspection?" the old man asked.

"No Wisdom Hallyne. I'm here for more." He said.

"More?" the old man looked at him with barely hidden glee "What happened to the ones I gave you. Did they not burn as brightly as I promised."

"They did Wisdom Hallyne." He said "We used the help of Wyverns to drop the wildfire on the Lannister army. The resulting explosion took out their command chain and sowed chaos in their ranks. Victory was easy after that."

The man started to cackle at that like a mad man. "I told you. Our time would come. The time would come when the people will see the value of our great work. When they'll finally realize just how potent the substance is."

He smiled "That it is Wisdom Hallyne. But I used up most of it in burning the Lannister army and am here for more."

"Of course you are. The substance is power itself. With it your can change any battle in your favor." The man chuckled to himself, his raspy voice echoing in the room before he opened a secret door at the end of the room which led to another tunnel.

"I believe you Wisdom Hallyne. That is why I gave you all the funding and ingredients you require for creating the substance all those years ago." He said "The Long night is coming and the substance will be one of the key element in fighting the Wights and the White Walkers. It would play a huge part in saving the world."

The man laughed once again, a few tears rolling down his cheeks "I knew that you would just how valuable my work is. The other fools didn't but I did."

The old man was getting a little sentimental now. He could understand why. Wildfire had a really bad reputation thanks to the Mad King's actions of burning down innocent people with it. So not only did they receive no support from the king, no one respected them either.

But he really didn't want a sentimental man in his hands right now.

He subtly cast a calming charm on the man and smiled "You can tell the other Wisdoms and your apprentice how vital their work was in defeating the Lannister army after I leave. I'll even send some more gold at the end of the month for you to celebrate with." He said.

The man wiped a tear from his eye and gave him a bright smile before they reached the end of the tunnel and the Wisdom used another key to open the door.

Inside he could see Wooden shelves upon wooden shelves filled with wildfire pots for as far as he could see.

"How many?" he asked. He didn't need to as he read their report at the start and end of each month and kept a close eye on them. But it didn't hurt to ask.

"27,000 my lord." The man laughed "27,000. The result of years of our hard work. Enough to blow your city ten times over."

His eye twitched at the man's lack of tact. The misplaced enthusiasm of these Pyromancers was why no one invested in them in the first place.

"How many are here?" he asked.

"1000 my lord." The man replied "And 2000 each in 13 other underground bases like this." The man nodded to himself "We've taken every precaution to make sure that the substance is kept safely."

And it was.

He had no idea how the Pyromancers did such a good job but none of the pots showed even a little bit of leak.

Because really. With just how powerful and volatile the substance was, a single leak could be more than deadly and result in the entire underground warehouse blowing up to oblivion.

"How many of them have been turned into the wildfire bombs I taught you to make?" he asked.