Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Joffrey finally turned his attention to the "magician" Maester Marwyn, who was waiting silently.

The stocky man grinned at him, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained with mottled red, as if he often chewed tobacco leaves or something similar, unable to control himself and not cleaning them in time.

Joffrey returned a faint smile.

Marwyn had more than one fracture mark on the bridge of his nose, his hands were rough and large, and he was dressed quite casually.

At first glance, he was simply a sloppy and irritable brute, who only knew how to fight, cause trouble, and freeload.

But he was indeed a maester.

Moreover, the number of links on the maester's chain around his neck was almost as many as Archmaester Pycelle's.

You must know that the Archmaester, as the advisor selected by the Citadel's Conclave for the King, had a chain made of all kinds of links.

Joffrey looked at Marwyn's left hand.

The maester's thick finger wore a ring made of Valyrian steel, which emitted a faint white light, and the pattern inside belonged to a recovery rune.

"Maester Marwyn."

Joffrey asked softly, "Is Valyrian steel indestructible?"

Marwyn shook his head firmly, "Nothing is absolutely indestructible, and Valyrian steel is no exception. Otherwise, how could the Qohorik blacksmiths reforge it? Otherwise, how would I have this ring?"

Marwyn raised his left hand, showing the black steel ring.

Marwyn knew more than that.

But now, there were only two girls serving by the King's side, and the elderly Qyburn.

The two assistant maesters he brought had been exposed by the King one after another, and they were also involved in the overall situation of the Seven Kingdoms.

The atmosphere was quite delicate.

Marwyn had gradually calmed down from his fanaticism for magic.

This was a private summons, a test of each other, and an important negotiation. At least, that's how Marwyn felt.

Marwyn was very curious, how much did King Joffrey know about magic?

Joffrey asked again, "Besides blood sacrifice and flames, what else can destroy Valyrian steel? Maester Marwyn wouldn't have never tried it, would he?"

Marwyn then knew that King Joffrey should have already gotten the answer.

"Your Majesty, frequent and violent collisions with swords or blunt instruments can also reduce the effectiveness of Valyrian steel, and then it can be destroyed, just like fighting against good steel."

Marwyn looked at the King's eyes, calm and unwavering.

"If it is only to destroy the shape rather than divide it, Valyrian steel will gradually recover on its own.

If it is divided into several pieces, it will not grow back to its original shape, but will be separated and stabilized into these smaller pieces of Valyrian steel, which are still effective, and can still maintain the characteristics of hardness and self-recovery.

But if the number of divisions is too large, it will produce degenerate fragments that cannot restore their shape, and are not as hard and sharp as they once were.

The upper limit of the effective number of divisions is difficult to determine, and almost every piece of Valyrian steel is different."

In Marwyn's vision, Daenerys Targaryen, the girl called the Master of Whisperers, and Qyburn were all indifferent, as if they were just listening to a boring old story.

"So."

Marwyn gave the conclusion, "Valyrian steel should have multiple magic runes."

"These invisible and colorless, indestructible runes are probably the source of the magical effect of Valyrian steel, which can be separated with the division of the carrier, but there is a certain number limit."

Sarella Sand and Leo Tyrell were gradually fascinated.

Maester Marwyn had never explained the mysteries of Valyrian steel in such detail before, always saying half and leaving the other half, whetting people's appetites.

"However, no matter how much my mortal eyes peep at the sun, I dare not stare at its light for too long, let alone see its true face. There must be countless omissions and errors in it."

Marwyn bowed slightly.

"Please, Your Majesty, correct me."

Everyone refocused their attention on the King.

Joffrey yawned softly, then took out a golden toy figure from his arms and threw it into the air.

The toy figure fell downwards in circles, but its hands, feet, and body gradually twisted.

Swoosh~

It landed steadily on the wooden table, its feet firmly planted, and its body upright, almost silently.

"Chirp."

It took small steps towards the King's right hand on the table, and its pair of rice-grain-sized fists kept hammering the back of the King's hand, seemingly expressing dissatisfaction, but more like acting spoiled.

Sarella and others exclaimed one after another, and then immediately silenced.

Qyburn rushed over before Marwyn, his whole body almost lying on the table, "This is the Child of Fire?! It's alive!"

Marwyn stared at the little man's every move obsessively, as if looking at his most beloved woman.

Child of Fire.

Marwyn savored this strange and mysterious name.

Yes, its body is golden flame, born from the flame, a creature of wisdom, shouldn't it be called the Child of Fire?

"This is the first piece of Valyrian steel born from my hands."

The King's voice suddenly sounded.

Marwyn looked at the King's left hand, which was a dagger as black as night.

"'Light of Peace', that is its name. I once had high hopes for Valyrian steel."

The King rotated the dagger in his hand, and a cold light flickered.

"The gods have given me the all-knowing eye, so that I can monitor the world, examine souls, and clearly see the truth."

"I have thus learned countless mysteries."

The King laid the dagger flat and sent the Child of Fire onto the blade.

"Valyrian steel contains magic runes, and the magic power it breeds has the miraculous effect of healing and restoration, which created Valyrian steel, and also graced the priests in the Holy War Army."

"It will spread throughout the world."

"With it, the wounded will be reborn, swords will be indestructible, and castles will last forever."

"This power is enough to honor the Seven Kingdoms, right."

Imagining those scenes, the soldiers standing up again and again, the self-repairing magic sword, the indestructible fortress, Marwyn could only nod deeply.

"But there is more than one truth in the world, and more than one kind of rune."

The King tilted the dagger, and the little Child of Fire fell to the ground, and then the flames surged, expanding and increasing until it became as tall as Marwyn.

The flames were tantalizing, and Sarella and Leo couldn't help but step back.

"Fire, soul, light, information, compared to Valyrian steel, there are all kinds of more powerful and magical magic. Just research and apply them one by one, and the day of building the kingdom of heaven on earth is not far away."

"Maester Marwyn," Joffrey put down the dagger, "That is why I summoned you."

"What do you think?"

Facing the scorching golden flames of the Child of Fire, countless thoughts flashed quickly in Marwyn's heart.

King Joffrey's behavior was really surprising, as if he hadn't answered any questions, but as if he had said everything.

Runes, magic, and all kinds of magical creations he had seen with his own eyes.

Marwyn couldn't find any flaws.

It seemed that the King's discovery was closer to the truth, and could even allow others to glimpse more of the truth.

So, what are you still hesitating about?

That's enough.

Marwyn offered his Valyrian steel ring to the King and bowed respectfully.

"At Your Majesty's disposal."

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