Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

By the time they reached the four hundred and forty-ninth grid, the Fourth Purge Squad had already rounded up four to five thousand "unregistered individuals."

Sion hadn't expected the situation to be so extreme.

Beggars, orphans, the disabled, the elderly, the foolish, the sick, the willingly degenerate – the majority of Flea Bottom was made up of these people, with no legitimate means of livelihood.

How had they survived this long?

Sion couldn't imagine the full extent. But he knew that these people's means of survival must be dark and卑微, born of sin, forced by sin, and adept at creating sin.

It really was time for a cleanup, in a place like this. Sion was beginning to understand the King's feelings.

But cleaning up wasn't easy.

The people of Flea Bottom were almost all slippery as eels, and very few were willing to comply with the arrangements. In order to implement the plan, the Purge Squad had to take coercive measures.

After all, His Majesty had spoken. These people couldn't be allowed to continue to degenerate, but must be found a way out, for King's Landing, and for their own future. King's Landing could no longer have beggars or thieves.

Unfortunately, these people probably wouldn't think that way.

Although swords were drawn, if anyone lost their mind and started a riot, it wouldn't be easy to deal with.

Sion stared at the slightly chaotic scene, his face growing more and more serious.

There were too many people who needed to be forcibly detained. One soldier had to watch over more than a dozen, and even though these people were tightly bound together, they still looked very unsettling.

"Jorah, shouldn't we call for backup?"

The situation seemed a bit grim, but it was still calm for now. Perhaps he was just scaring himself, and things were actually under control.

Sion didn't want to admit the instability of the situation.

Glancing at the crowded people around, Jorah Mormont decisively sent an alert on the God's Grace light screen, "What are you waiting for? Call for people quickly. A few hundred people now are definitely not enough."

A riotous crowd wouldn't care about swords. If thousands or tens of thousands rioted together, even if they couldn't defeat a well-trained army, the losses wouldn't be small.

"Once the reinforcements arrive, get these people out of here first," Jorah said, looking at the thousands of prisoners.

"We can't let the people of Flea Bottom see these captured guys. They won't think the best of it, they'll only become more and more panicked, until they finally go crazy and lose their minds, losing their fear of swords."

Very reasonable. Sion silently tapped the alert on the light screen.

Sion was a little regretful. He should have started calling for people when he forcibly detained the first unregistered person, after all, he knew what extent he had to go to.

Before Flea Bottom was destroyed, it would probably put up some resistance.

Sion and the Fourth Purge Squad cautiously stopped, choosing to wait for reinforcements at the four hundred and forty-ninth grid, trying to ensure the mission went smoothly.

Among the unregistered individuals being held together under guard, Black Dog was staring outwards with wide eyes.

The reason why Flea Bottom had been able to exist for so long was certainly not just because of the harsh environment, or the constantly replenished poor people. Black Dog knew another important reason: gangs and powerful figures behind them.

Today, the Gold Cloaks were making such a big commotion, as if they were determined to turn Flea Bottom upside down. Anyone could guess that everyone who relied on Flea Bottom for a living would not agree.

The gangs would definitely take action. Black Dog was full of hope.

When the time came, the Gold Cloaks would definitely not be able to take care of this side. As long as he seized the opportunity to break free of these ropes, hide in a place where no one could find him, and get through these two days, he didn't believe the Gold Cloaks would keep waiting.

Although the Gold Cloaks' words sounded nice, Black Dog had no interest in the so-called construction team.

He didn't understand many things, but at least he understood one principle: there was no such thing as a free lunch, and things that were rushed would never be good.

He would rather continue to stay in Flea Bottom.

Black Dog looked at the gang members in the crowd, his eyes full of hope and encouragement, wishing he could stand up and resist for those people.

As long as he could escape today, that's all Black Dog was thinking.

Now the Gold Cloaks' swords had the upper hand, but they couldn't keep running over to scare people every day. Flea Bottom would always change back one day.

As long as he could escape today.

Whether it was because of Black Dog's gaze or not, someone finally made a move.

"Sir Gold Cloak, may I ask what you are trying to do? This is lowly Flea Bottom, but it is also the only home for all of us. Who wouldn't be afraid?"

Sion immediately glared fiercely at the speaker, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"How dare you! I'll say it one last time, by order of His Majesty, purge the rebels of Flea Bottom. Everyone must obey obediently. You want to cause trouble!?"

Several soldiers directly raised their crossbows and aimed at the man.

That man looked straight at Sion, seeming to believe that he wouldn't act, "The moment you arrived, sir, you asked about the ownership of these houses and items, but you seem to have forgotten that this is Flea Bottom. How many people can produce the proof or contract you want?"

The crowd instantly became a little chaotic. The soldiers lit up their swords and sternly rebuked them, which once again suppressed the situation.

That man continued, "According to your meaning, does that mean that everyone can no longer live in these houses, even if they are already dilapidated, even if they haven't had a clear owner for hundreds of years?"

"How do you plan to handle these houses? Just leave them empty, or destroy them completely?"

There were actually voices of agreement in the crowd.

What a vicious mind! Sion was almost about to order the man to be shot.

Jorah grabbed his arm. Sion turned his head, Jorah shook his head slightly, his eyes also advising him to calm down.

The reinforcements hadn't arrived yet. Once blood was shed, if the scene completely got out of control…

Sion glanced coldly at the man, "Then what do you want to do, let Flea Bottom continue to rot?"

Just drag it out.

"You live so hard, His Majesty is merciful, giving you a brighter way out. Who wouldn't want that, that's simply the number one fool in the world!"

The soldiers also conveyed contempt and incomprehension with their eyes, seeming extremely confused by the people's reaction at this time.

The crowd gradually wavered a little.

At least so far, no one had been killed. The monks and nuns in those people also didn't look fake, each of them were pious and gentle.

Perhaps it really wasn't a bad thing?

That man laughed loudly, pointing to the pile of people tied together, "Isn't it easy to say nice things? When we all become like that on the ground over there, wouldn't it be up to you, sir, to do whatever you want."

"Why don't you let us go first, sir, wait a few days, if it really is a great thing, everyone isn't stupid, wouldn't they know how to choose?"

The voices of agreement in the crowd became louder. This proposal was obviously the most in line with the wishes of most people.

Sion looked around. Half of his soldiers were guarding the prisoners, dozens were beside the crowd, dozens were searching everywhere, and another one or two hundred were guarding the boundary of the grid.

Soon, several small teams had arrived. Sion stared closely at the light screen, dozens or hundreds of small teams were already approaching Flea Bottom, it only took a quarter of an hour.

"Stop! Don't move!!" Jorah's voice suddenly erupted.

Sion glared over fiercely. Several people had already run far away. That side was the grid that hadn't been checked yet. That man had already disappeared, and more people were also restless.

"Watch the prisoners, guard the borders," Sion ordered through gritted teeth.

In the end, swords would still have to be drawn.

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