Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 34: The Empire's Minister of Finance

The next morning.

Joffrey was holding a time-worn parchment scroll, reading it.

Tyrion, standing beside him, broke the silence.

“Your Highness is in high spirits. Your game is now spreading outside.”

“I wonder what everyone will think.”

This was the library tower of Winterfell, and besides the caretaker, Maester Chale, downstairs, there were only piles of ancient books and records.

Joffrey had originally wanted to find some records related to magic, but they were all subjective and exaggerated historical accounts. Truth and lies were deeply buried beneath the ink, making it difficult to gain any real knowledge.

Sure enough, the Golden Finger is more reliable.

Joffrey placed the scroll back in its original position. “Uncle, that’s just a game. It’s all just for fun. What impact could it have?”

“Allegiance, ennoblement, it’s all just rules in a game, it doesn’t count.”

Tyrion looked at his nephew with a playful expression.

“I see.”

Tyrion seemed to have found the answer to that question.

Regardless of how King Robert originally died, it seemed now that his good son would have to do it himself.

The King Game.

If the “King” becomes the King, will the game still be just a game?

Tyrion couldn't help but mock himself. From the past to the present, I've always been surrounded by the same kind of people. Not simple at all.

“May I venture to ask, Your Highness, how do you plan to rule the country in the future?”

Tyrion wanted a good answer.

At this moment, the library tower was a quiet place. Joffrey's mind and vision hadn't detected any movements, making it suitable for whispering secrets.

“Uncle probably can’t imagine what Westeros will look like in the future.”

“Even I can't be completely sure.”

“But what I can say is that it will be the strongest and most advanced empire in the world.”

“The Stag, the Golden Lion, the Grey Wolf, the Rose, the Trout, the Falcon, the Sunspear, all the lords will prostrate themselves beneath the throne. The Seven Kingdoms will become one empire.”

Joffrey's tone was as calm as if he were discussing what to have for dinner.

“There will no longer be borders within the country. All land and people will be managed by those designated by the throne. Titles and official positions will be separated.”

“The Sunset Kingdom will become the empire on which the sun never sets, and the world will tremble before it.”

Ha! Tyrion only felt that he was arrogant.

Joffrey smiled indifferently.

“And the power that creates all of this…”

He stretched out his right hand and pressed it against Tyrion's forehead. Invisible runes began to operate.

Tyrion's mind instantly froze.

He felt an existence that was more shocking than dragonbone.

Joffrey moved his palm away.

The mirror images of fire, information, and positioning runes, no more and no less, were just enough for Tyrion to experience the magic's wonder.

The power of fire is the most direct.

And using the positional sense between the positioning runes as a medium, the two could use the information runes to achieve conscious communication.

Speaking of which, growth runes should make Tyrion taller, right?

A dwarf turning into a giant?

Joffrey left it for the future Minister of Finance.

Tyrion barely calmed down. The look in his eyes towards Joffrey became more complicated and confused.

Divine power? Witchcraft? Magic?

That's right, magic.

His mind immediately recalled Joffrey's words and actions during this period.

The Red Keep Treasury, secluded alleys, a giant lion spitting fire…

He understood Joffrey's confidence.

Having such power, and being able to share it with others. If there were no restrictions, no, as long as the restrictions weren't particularly strict, who would dare to predict what the future of Westeros would look like?

Tyrion had finally understood the cause of Stannis's death.

Joffrey's contact with the bastard of a prostitute back then must have been in this kind of situation. The alluring power of magic.

That child didn't have heaven-defying luck.

Tyrion spread out his palm, clearly feeling the flow of fire between his flesh and blood.

Too hot. He quickly suppressed his excited and curious feelings, lest it brought a burning disaster to this ancient library tower.

“Tyrion, are you willing to be the Empire's Minister of Finance?”

Tyrion raised his head.

The invisible, mysterious existence in his mind also allowed him to "see" Joffrey's position in another form. At this moment, Joffrey seemed to be in two worlds at the same time.

What a wonderful feeling, reality or illusion?

Joffrey then revealed a puzzled expression. “Littlefinger isn’t loyal enough. What do you think we should do with him?”

“Cut off his head and stick it on the spear tip of the Red Keep's wall?”

Tyrion didn't hear Joffrey say this sentence aloud. Another invisible existence in his mind conveyed this information to him.

Tyrion widened his eyes in excitement.

This power, although not as swift as fire, might be more important to a country!

He tried to touch that invisible existence clumsily.

Heat, cold, emptiness, noise, and screams assaulted him all at once.

It was as if he was taming a wild, unruly horse.

Tyrion used the information rune mirror image to transmit only chaotic and disorderly thought information. Joffrey directly shielded these informational garbage.

After a long while, Joffrey heard Tyrion's first clear sentence from his mind.

“Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me…”

Joffrey was completely speechless.

Stop spamming!

“Ah, yes, I can hear you. Isn't it amazing, exciting? Stop talking nonsense, continue.”

The two began a silent conversation.

“In my capacity as the future Minister of Finance, I suggest that we still treat Littlefinger with caution.”

“The kingdom's finances can no longer withstand major turmoil. The debts are too high. The gold from the Church and the Lannisters is easy to deal with, but the Iron Bank of Braavos in particular cannot be allowed to be in arrears.”

Joffrey knew the Iron Bank's methods.

If he defaulted on the debt, the Iron Bank would support his enemies to take power and recover the debt. Perhaps they would even send the Faceless Men, who frightened the world, to assassinate him.

Perhaps he wasn't afraid, but it was still annoying.

Tyrion gradually adapted to this method of communication.

“Before, when I was investigating King's Landing's intelligence, the more I understood Littlefinger, the more I understood how deeply he was hiding.”

“He has been the Minister of Finance for so many years, and his confidants are all over the treasury, the mint, the port, the customs, the tax farmers, the agents, and other key personnel, who were mostly promoted by him.”

“In my opinion, we should be careful.”

In this world, if there was anyone who used gold to arm themselves, it would be Petyr Baelish, not Jaime Lannister.

Joffrey remained expressionless.

“Perhaps. But colluding with his mistress, Lysa Tully, to murder the Hand of the King, Jon Arryn, is enough for him to suffer.”

“Why can't we just take him down directly?”

A network of relationships is ultimately not as reliable as power.

“I want to remind you. King's Landing belongs to the Iron Throne, it's mine, not gold's.”

“When I return to King's Landing, I will be the King of Westeros. I will not tolerate any contempt or even betrayal. The darkness of King's Landing will be completely cleansed.”

“Tyrion, do you lack the confidence to take over?”

Joffrey's attitude meant iron and blood, rather than peace or trade.

Tyrion smelled war and death.

But he had already embarked on a path of no return. And what reason was there to refuse?

“As you wish, Your Majesty.”

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