The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 325 Blessing the Apprentice
dong~dong~dong~
The bell symbolizing midnight was slowly echoing from the sky above the Great Cathedral of Baelor, while the Hand of the King in the Prime Minister's Tower—Jon Arryn was still busy for the country.

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

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

However, the goods of the elves are not cheap after all, so there are even vicious cases where some aristocrats who are not rich in the territory start to squeeze the peasants and conduct 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 cheap and rich food vegetables!

As winter is approaching, almost all the nobles and commoners are frantically hoarding food to fight against the more than ten years of cold winter, lest they will die in famine and cold.

In such a situation where the price of food has almost exceeded ten times, the elves actually put a lot of cheap food and daily necessities on the market, which directly led to the bankruptcy of many scalpers who were waiting for a price.

If it's just some profiteers going bankrupt, that's nothing. What's even more frightening is that the price of elves' grain is so low that many aristocrats in the River Bend land in the grain-producing area choose not to grow grain!
Since the elves' caravans only buy relatively scarce cotton and flax, a large amount of fertile land has been abandoned and replaced by various crops that can 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 that the elves' goods hit the local market. It seems that it is time for Petyr and the elves to discuss the issue of trade."

The old Prime Minister sat at his desk and kept sighing, but he didn't know that the Chancellor of the Exchequer Littlefinger he was talking about was the culprit who betrayed the national interests.

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

But even if they saw that it was the trick of the elves, so what?

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

The blood of the masses is bright, and they don't care what kind of turmoil the low food price will cause in the local market, they only care about the price they see.

What, those noble lords said that they want to protect the grain market in the local market?
If they have the ability, they should not buy it themselves!

"Master Prime Minister, I see that you have been working day and night during this time, and 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 visitor was Hugh, the attendant who had followed him from the valley to King's Landing.

Although the attendant was a young man eager to become a knight, the old Prime Minister still thought that the servant was a loyal Valley native, so he said:
"It's Hugh, the door is unlocked, come in."

"Good lord."

I saw a young attendant named Hugh walking into the room with a bottle of wine, and then gently placed it on the table in front of the old Prime Minister and said:
"This is liqueur made from fresh plums that my mother personally picked in the plum garden. I see that Mr. Prime Minister seems to be troubled by some problems during this time, so I brought you this jug of liqueur."

"Hahaha, that's really hard work for you. I don't know how your mother's physical condition is now?"

"Thanks to you, it's still passable...then I'll take my leave first."

"Well, let's go, just let me taste the fine wine from my hometown."

Seeing this young man who seemed a little nervous left the room, the kind-hearted old Prime Minister obviously did not suspect that the other party would have any ulterior motives.

After all, the continent of Westeros is at peace right now, and the whole country is thriving. In addition, he has not made too many enemies in the court. In theory, it is impossible for anyone to frame him.

If you can make money in peace, who wants to be chaotic?

However, the old Prime Minister didn't know that sometimes too much stability itself is the biggest threat to careerists.

Old Jon unpreparedly opened the lid of the jug, and the smell of sweet and sour wine made him take a deep breath, and then said with emotion:

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

After finishing speaking, he took out the wine glass and poured himself a full glass. After drinking with his head back, he returned to the bed in the study and fell into a beautiful dreamland.

———A few days later, King’s Landing

dong~dong~dong~
A low and loud bell rang again from the Great Cathedral of Baylor, but this time it was obviously not to remind everyone in the city that midnight was coming, after all, it was now noon.

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

Sure enough, a quick-witted kid ran out from the corner of the Great Cathedral, and then excitedly shouted to the surrounding people:

"I saw it, it is Lord Hand of the King who has passed away!"

hiss~
Hearing the boy's yell, the surrounding people gasped at the stench of King's Landing, and the slightly greenish face made people suspect that he was a Nurgle believer.

But this couldn't help them being so surprised. After all, although Jon Arryn was an old man with a gray beard in the valley, his reputation in the Baixin was still quite respected.

After all, even the kids in King's Landing knew that King Robert was a drunkard who didn't do anything, and the whole country depended on the old Prime Minister to run the country alone.

Now that the old Prime Minister has passed away suddenly, what will happen to Westeros, which has lost 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 were a little at a loss and began to think about whether they needed to evacuate King's Landing.

"Although the Prime Minister's hair is graying, his body is still considered healthy. How could he suddenly fall ill overnight?"

"I suspect that someone framed the prime minister. After all, if it is an ordinary disease, I am afraid that it can be cured with the potion provided by the elves!"

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

……

All kinds of rumors began to spread in the streets and alleys. However, with the suppression of the golden robe and various news spread to King's Landing, many lies that undermined the stability of the country were self-defeating.

First of all, King Robert is now hunting in the Royal Forest, coupled with his status as an adopted son with the old Prime Minister, it is impossible to take the opportunity to poison the other party.

The second is that the elf lord Rohan is now taking the princes and princesses to the north to fight with those wild hunting elves. How could he have time to take care of everything that happened in King's Landing?
With the case solved, the old prime minister should be dying!

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 stayed in the tower of the Prime Minister's Tower that night. The next day, the Prime Minister's wife led the retainers in the valley to leave King's Landing.

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

————North, King's Row
"Master, can you let me try that [Archery Slashing Technique] next time, it looks really super handsome!"

"And me and me! I feel that I can try to overload my [Fireball], and I will definitely be able to blow those nasty wild hunting elves to pieces next time!"

"And I can barely use [Hoth's Swordsmanship], master, can you teach me the enchanting magic like Myrcella?"

……

In the wooden house by the King's Road, Joffrey and Myrcella, who were wearing close-fitting silver armor, were sitting excitedly opposite Rohan, constantly describing the experience and requests they had learned during this period.

From the equipment Luohan provided to them, it is not difficult to see that Luohan's arrangement for these two little golden retrievers is one magic and one weapon, and he really spent a lot of thought on them.

After all, not everyone is eligible to be blessed by Luohan himself with divine power!
That's right, after absorbing and studying divine power for a long time, Luohan can finally use the divine power in his body to bless other people!
As his first batch of test subjects, the first blessing ceremony of the two Joffrey brothers and sisters almost drained all his divine power, making him feel the emptiness in his body for the first time in many years.

After all, in a sense, blessings are equivalent to using the upper limit of one's own divine power to give to others as a lower limit, so this stupid behavior of Luo Han is tantamount to cutting flesh and feeding eagles!

Fortunately, Rohan is different from the Chosen One of the Four Gods of Chaos in that he can share believers with Ms. Misty!

After all, as the chosen one of Ms. Misty, ordinary believers usually also pray with Luohan when they pray, which makes the growth rate of Luohan's divine power very impressive.

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

Hearing these two somewhat noisy apprentices, Luohan ended the replay of the previous battle against the Wild Hunt with some helplessness, then knocked on their heads and said:
"I know this is your first actual battle, but don't be complacent just because you have achieved negligible results, otherwise you will suffer a loss."

"But master, those wild hunting elves are really too cunning. Once the battle situation is not good, they will directly launch teleport to escape from the battlefield, which made me almost get hurt several times because I couldn't hold back the magic."

Hearing Luohan's instruction, Myrcella's delicate face like a porcelain doll couldn't help but feel a little bitter, and then she grabbed Luohan's arm and began to act like a baby.

Since most of the sorceresses under Rohan's command are proficient in the death and undead systems, even though Myrcella has been blessed by Rohan, Rohan still does not intend to let her learn undead magic.

Not to mention the upper limit of the magic of the human body, when I think that the sweet-smelling little lolita will become a smelly girl with corpse smell all over her body in the future...

terrible!

After shaking his head to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his heart, Luo Han looked up at the snowstorm that had gradually subsided outside the window, so he got up and said:

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

"As ordered!"

As soon as the next possible battle with the Wild Hunt was mentioned, 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 respective cruel and gentle personalities, they have also become brave and fearless qualified fighters.

It is no exaggeration to say that even well-trained Pendor soldiers are no longer able to defeat them in a one-on-one duel!
The apprentices were all ready to attack, and Luo Han thoughtfully put a layer of high-level magic [Saffrey Shield] on the two of them to ensure that they would not be killed instantly.

After all, Caranthir's frequent and rapid time and space magic, even Rohan, who is the God's Chosen, will inevitably feel a headache.

It's not because he can't beat it, it's because of such a useful tool man elf, he really wants to take the other party under his command.

It's a pity that the two sides only met once, otherwise he really wanted to have a good chat with this fellow who also has the ability to travel through time, to see if there is any common language between them.

"Let's go, you all be careful with me."

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

As Luo Han pushed open the door, the howling cold wind instantly blew into the room, but it's a pity that the two people present were already extraordinary bodies, so it was naturally impossible for them to shiver.

Looking up at the white sky, Luohan stuck out his tongue and licked the snowflakes that fell on his lips, and then said to Myrcella who was also looking at the snow:
"Go and sense the magic fluctuations constantly emanating from 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 hand, then closed her eyes to sense the surrounding air, and reported to Luo Hanhui seriously with her small face:

"I can feel the power of magic in these snowflakes. It should be the blizzard caused by the Wild Hunt opening the portal, but I can't judge their specific location based on my current ability."

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

Seeing that Myrcella's talent for perception is so outstanding, Luo Han happily stroked her soft blond hair, then looked at the snow-covered forest behind him and asked:

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

Are you right, Caranthir. "

(End of this chapter)