Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

“Once this round of investigation is over, the estimated number will exceed 30,000.”

Among them, more than 20,000 are destitute and have unstable livelihoods, several thousand live by crime, and several thousand are unlucky ones with suspicious origins. This is a very considerable human resource.

Joffrey had already made his plans.

“Ser Jaime, the Department of the Army can select 5,000 people from them to fill the ranks of new recruits.”

Selecting 5,000 of the most suitable people for combat, mixing them into the 20,000 new recruits, and then honing them, the final outcome will only be complete assimilation.

After all, they have no choice.

“Elin, you select another 5,000 people to act as eyes and ears, also receive new recruit training, and then supplement them into the Security Bureau and the Statistics Bureau.”

Weren't Little Birds once flown out from these people?

“Hanna, you take the lead in forming the Logistics Bureau, responsible for ensuring the supply of materials for various departments and the army. Select 10,000 people, using the foolish ones as labor, gradually promoting the smart ones, teaching them to read, learn arithmetic, and increase their knowledge, until they become qualified logistics officers.”

For these 10,000 people, becoming a logistics officer is already the best way out. If they still have a trace of reason and hope for the future, they should no longer harbor resentment.

“Tyrion, give you 10,000 people to form the Engineering Bureau. Starting in August, not just the sewers, the entire King's Landing will undergo a major change, especially the East City.” Joffrey had already planned many factories and facilities.

“The last remaining ones will be handed over to the dungeons and the Research Department. They also need people.”

“How is it?”

Joffrey smiled softly, very satisfied with his thoughtful arrangements.

Tyrion verbally offered similar compliments to his colleagues, but in his heart, he kept thinking about the Logistics Bureau and the Engineering Bureau that the king had lightly mentioned.

New departments with thousands upon thousands of people at the drop of a hat, throwing down large chunks of power, and also throwing out heavy tasks.

What a whimsical twelve-year-old king.

Tyrion couldn't help but carefully recall that in just one month, Joffrey first pursued taxes from the Seven Kingdoms, promoted miracles, and then carried out large-scale reforms, the Department of the Army, the Research Department, the Security Bureau, the Gospel Department…

Distributing divine grace, thoroughly investigating the entire city, arresting 30,000 people in one go, and it seems that he had already arranged places for these people to go.

Tyrion watched from the sidelines, only feeling that Joffrey was treating King's Landing and even the Seven Kingdoms as a game, and the king himself was enthusiastically piling up his favorite sandcastle on the beach, smiling like a child.

In fact, the king is indeed a child. And who doesn't have a child who never grows up in their heart?

But no one can control the king's every move. Cersei's strong and tyrannical behavior completely disappears in front of Joffrey. Eddard could only offer a few light words of persuasion when he was in the Red Keep, let alone now that he has returned to the North.

And the noble and proud Lord Tywin Lannister actually just silently watches the king act arbitrarily.

Actually, it's no wonder. The king is a disobedient child, but he is also an envoy of the gods who wields unimaginable power. Possessing divine grace-like magic, who dares to say that he is not a divine envoy?

Anyone who opposes the king favored by the gods to his face must carefully consider whether they can withstand the wrath of the gods.

Moreover, Lord Tywin is still the Regent and Lord of Laws, his brother is the Master of Ships, his eldest son has become the Minister of War, commanding the land forces of the Iron Throne, and his daughter is still the Queen Regent.

Even this unloved youngest son of his is the Master of Coin of the Small Council.

Thinking about it this way, the high and mighty Duke Tywin is simply the most powerful person in the Seven Kingdoms. Why should he refuse the young king?

So, even Lord Tywin is like this. Could it be that such drastic changes in King's Landing will also be accepted by the people? Even if the king rudely seizes half of King's Landing and arbitrarily manipulates tens of thousands of people?

Will it really be like this?

Tyrion thought a lot with纠结, gradually beginning to doubt himself. Perhaps I am too pessimistic?

Ahem, Joffrey put away his smile, “Now that we've said all the nice things, it's time to discuss the difficulties we must face. Tyrion, start with you.”

Ah? Tyrion raised his head in confusion and looked at the king.

Joffrey asked with a serious face, “How many gold dragons are currently in the treasury? How many weapons? How much grain? How long is it enough to consume?”

Tyrion's mind had already turned back, “Including the new additions from yesterday, the treasury already has more than 1.76 million gold dragons, the armory can still equip 10,000 infantrymen, there are also more than 4,000 warhorses, about 10,000 pack animals, and the stored grain is enough for the entire city to consume for a year.”

Among them, Littlefinger and Varys contributed a large part.

Joffrey summarized for him, “Once the war starts, all aspects can only be supported for one year, right?”

Tyrion could only nod heavily.

The expressions of the ministers all became serious, and no one could fail to hear how serious the situation was.

One year is not short, but it is definitely not abundant. Who knows when the flames of war will be extinguished? After Renly, the Seven Kingdoms will probably not be stable instantly.

One or two years? Three or five years? All are possible.

If the gold dragons and materials replenished during this period are not enough to support consumption, and when various reserves drop to the bottom line, coupled with debt and rebellion, then it will truly be a difficulty that can overwhelm the country.

Joffrey turned to Elin, “What is the situation with the materials entering the city recently? Tell the adults about it.”

Elin used his mind to move the light screen, calling up detailed data, “The fish catches transported into the city by the fishermen on the riverbank and the harbor are relatively stable, and the supply of vegetables, barley, wheat, etc. from the farmers outside the city has not decreased. Together, they are enough to fill the bellies of 100,000 people.”

“The grain transported by the families of the Crownlands has gradually decreased, and the day before yesterday it had decreased to 80% of the end of June, only enough to supply the needs of 300,000 people.”

“The materials from the Stormlands and the Reach in the south have almost been cut off. Only sporadic small merchants enter the city, which is negligible. The Golden Road in the Westerlands is also threatened by the rebel soldiers in the south, and the caravans are pitifully few.”

“Fortunately, the grain transported from the Riverlands and the Vale barely meets the needs of the remaining population in the city.”

“But,” Elin said in a low voice, “if this continues, within a month, there will be thousands upon thousands of starving people in King's Landing, the price of bread will rise crazily, unless we start releasing the grain stored in the Red Keep.”

The grain stored in the warehouse must not be touched easily. It is the greatest confidence and foundation for a long-term war.

Tyrion suggested, “How about inviting grain ships from Essos? At least the sea route and Blackwater Bay are still open.”

It has always been Westeros selling grain to the East, but now it is going to be the other way around.

Joffrey decided to consider solutions nearby, “Essos is too far away, the sea conditions are unstable, it is difficult to supply stably, and it will definitely be expensive. It is still the most stable to transport grain from the Crownlands and the Riverlands.”

He looked at the Kingslayer Jaime, “Why are the families of the Crownlands reducing the supply of grain? Ser Jaime, please write a few letters to inquire.”

Jaime understood the king's subtext. If it still doesn't work, the new recruits should take a stroll outside the city.

Joffrey said lightly: “Everyone, Renly's rebels will attack us in September, there is still one month left.”

“Sort out King's Landing and the Crownlands, and take the first step in the construction of the Holy City. Renly is not to be feared!”

Joffrey stared at King's Landing on the table.

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Everyone responded firmly in unison.

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