Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

The whore's son knew that he possessed a mysterious and powerful force within him.

A blessing from the gods? Magic? Witchcraft?

For four days, he had gradually mastered this power. He began to think that the Stranger might delay coming for him.

Today, or decades later.

He looked at the man beside him. This was the only person he had been in contact with these past few days.

He had given the man a name that only he knew—"Silver Stag." In any case, that precious silver stag had allowed him to enjoy a few days of warmth and peace.

Silver Stag brought him to the central square next to the Alchemists' Guild.

"Duke Stannis will be inspecting the royal fleet in the harbor. He will be coming from the north. The Mud Road and Fisherman's Square between here and the harbor are your opportunity."

"Rest assured, I will be watching you."

After giving his instructions, Silver Stag disappeared into the crowd.

He stood blankly at the edge of the square.

Faces passed by, men, women, children, old people. Where was Stannis?

After searching for a while, he finally spotted a face gradually growing larger and clearer.

A stern face that haunted his dreams every night.

He gripped the knife in his sleeve.

He quietly moved closer.

Stannis strode forward with a serious expression, as if he were going to war.

He was very dissatisfied with Robert's decision.

After Lord Jon, I should have been Robert's Hand!

I have served diligently in this position for so many years, yet he only loves Eddard!

Indeed, how could a king who indulged in entertainment, feasting, and women favor his unsmiling, stern younger brother who never approached women?

Stannis knew this but could not understand it.

Renly, who only joked around and wasted time at tourneys, received Storm's End, the ancestral seat of the family, and the love of their elder brother.

He only received Robert's mockery and a few rocks across the Narrow Sea.

What was Dragonstone?!

I am the rightful heir to the Iron Throne!

Unfortunately, only he himself acknowledged this fact. His only ally, Hand Jon Arryn, had also been murdered.

After that, the king almost immediately decided to go north to Winterfell, completely disregarding him, his younger brother. Naturally, Stannis was not in a good mood.

He decided to stay away from King's Landing, this hateful, shadowy, and dangerous place.

"Davos, are you ready?"

He asked the Onion Knight beside him, his tone as stiff as if he were interrogating him.

Davos Seaworth was already accustomed to the Duke's personality and calmly replied, "We can set sail tomorrow. All the ships are ready. Aren't you going to inspect them?"

Stannis not only intended to leave himself but also planned to take most of the fleet in the harbor to Dragonstone.

After all, he was still the Master of Ships of the realm.

"Very well, tell Dragonstone to prepare for our arrival in advance."

Stannis continued to arrange his plans.

He knew that the Lannisters would not give up. Robert was likely no longer safe, and he needed to make preparations early.

Dragonstone guarded the throat of King's Landing, the fleet…

The whore's son approached his enemy. He drew the half-knife from his sleeve.

The enemy was talking to someone, which would have been a good opportunity, but there was still a circle of soldiers around him. He needed to find the right moment to act.

"Davos, what is the condition of Blackwater Bay? Are supplies sufficient? What is the soldiers' reaction to the voyage?"

Davos patiently answered each question, but at the same time, he was secretly puzzled.

From his understanding of the Duke, he would not usually ask about such matters. His subordinates would take care of them. Why was he so concerned today?

Stannis walked onto the Mud Road.

Although it was called the Mud Road because it was close to the riverbank, the stone road on the ground still allowed a large number of pedestrians to pass smoothly.

Today, there were as many people here as ever.

Taking advantage of the crowd, the knife gradually approached the target from below waist height.

The guarding soldiers were still very vigilant.

The Duke of Dragonstone arrived at the more crowded Fisherman's Square.

Fishermen, small vendors, laborers who had just crossed the river into the city, pitiful people begging in various places, cheap prostitutes…

Finally, a soldier was bumped into by a drunkard and was struggling to get rid of the drunkard's entanglement.

The knife saw an opening!

In an instant, Davos saw an unusual glint and his heart sank.

The knife stabbed the Duke!

Only then did Davos manage to shout, "Assassin! Protect the Duke!!"

The soldiers woke up and drew their longswords.

But the assassin had struck a fatal blow and had already disappeared into the crowd.

"Duke! How are you?"

Davos anxiously supported Stannis. The sturdy breastplate and chainmail had been pierced. A bloody knife wound was clearly visible on the Duke's chest!

Stannis caught a glimpse of the assassin's face.

He kept recalling the assassin's face. Very young, a little familiar. Who could it be?

The intense pain invaded his consciousness. Stannis said nothing, but cold sweat streamed down his forehead. The soldiers were on high alert and hurriedly escorted the Duke back home.

Stannis lay on the bed, his upper body bare and covered in blood.

A group of confidants crowded in front of the bed, and a large number of guards stood inside and outside the room. The atmosphere was exceptionally cold.

Fortunately.

The knife had not injured Stannis's internal organs. It was just a flesh wound.

After bandaging and applying medicine, the Duke looked to be in good condition, but his face was slightly pale and stiff.

He finally remembered.

"It's a bastard of a whore!"

Davos had not yet reacted. "Duke, what are you saying?"

"That assassin is a bastard of a whore. I saw him in the throne room. As expected, he has no respect for the law!"

Stannis understood the reason for today's accident.

Just because he had executed a murderer according to the laws of the kingdom, this bastard actually held a grudge and wanted to take revenge?!

Anyone should understand that the law is the law. It cannot be swayed by personal feelings or preferences, nor should the judge be blamed personally.

Indeed, bastards are born of impurity and will inevitably grow into chaotic and evil thugs!

Stannis waved his hand, signaling everyone to withdraw.

"It's nothing. Just an ignorant thug. I am fine."

Everyone relaxed a little and gradually left.

Davos also felt that it was reasonable, but the unease in his heart was difficult to eliminate.

"Duke, time is of the essence. All preparations have been completed. Why don't we leave tonight? So as to avoid any further danger."

"Do you think I am afraid? The itinerary remains unchanged. Prepare dinner for me."

Davos could only obey.

In the kitchen.

Some of the cooks and servants were snoring against the fireplace and wooden boxes, while others were whispering gossip and rumors.

The head chef patted the back of the heads of the young lads. "Lazy fellows, get moving! The Duke wants to eat!"

The kitchen helper, Dick, was not slacking off, but he was still hit.

He could not help but curse this old fellow silently in his heart. Relying on his age and seniority, he doesn't treat us like human beings at all. Sooner or later, you'll get yours!

Dick's job was messy and tiring.

Cutting vegetables, preparing dishes, cleaning the kitchen, watching over the cooking, running errands to deliver meals, and serving the so-called seniors.

He had long wanted to quit, and now there was a great opportunity.

Dick looked around. No one was paying attention. He quietly took out a paper packet from his arms and poured the white powder into the soup.

Recalling the shining gold dragon in that person's hand, the last trace of hesitation and fear in his heart was dispelled.

He took a spoon and stirred the venison soup in the pot a few times.

…

"Duke!"

Davos almost wanted to chop this kitchen helper into pieces with his eyes!

"Drag him down!"

Two soldiers glanced at the Duke and roughly dragged the traitor, who was crying and writhing like a maggot, out of the room, giving this fellow an end.

"Duke, this was not an accident. Someone really wants to harm you. We need to leave immediately!"

Stannis no longer objected. If he had drunk the soup first, the one lying on the ground with a pale face would not have been a cook but himself.

It was already close to midnight.

Stannis led a large group of people straight to the harbor, and the Gold Cloaks did not dare to stop them rashly.

A pair of eyes in the darkness saw them.

During the day, Silver Stag had announced the failure of the operation. Stannis was not dead.

Silver Stag said that he had one more night. If he could not succeed, there would be no more opportunities.

After that, he never saw Silver Stag again.

He wandered around Fisherman's Square. Even he himself did not know what he was thinking.

Now, he saw a huge team of hundreds of people. The torches illuminated their armor and swords, reflecting their serious and cautious faces.

Mom, that day you told me to live well. I remember.

I'm sorry.

It seems that the Stranger is destined for me to avenge you!

He didn't want to think about anything anymore, and only rushed towards that face in the center of the firelight.

"Be prepared, there's movement!"

Under the firelight, the knife in the enemy's hand seemed to light up with a red glow.

Just a scruffy teenager, and unskilled in martial arts.

The knights and guards accurately struck the enemy's body.

No one expected that the enemy would be unharmed and quickly rushed to the Duke's side!

The knife stabbed into Stannis's chest again, and was not pulled out. Scorching flames poured into Stannis's heart, burning his soul.

The Duke stared at the assassin's face.

He opened his mouth weakly,吐出 a wisp of black and red smoke, and also吐出 his life.

Before the flames and true steel, pure iron that never yields, is black and hard, and would rather break than bend, Stannis,崩断了.

Davos uttered a soundless ah. He couldn't even move his throat.

The assassin stood motionless.

Davos mustered all his strength and swung his sword full of killing intent.

The assassin's body slumped to the ground, his head rolled to the side, eyes open.

A few seconds later.

The moment the whore's son's eyes turned completely gray, Joffrey, far away in the Riverlands, opened his eyes…