Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 73: King's Landing

June in King's Landing was so extraordinary.

First, King Robert died, and the city was filled with the tolling of bells. His Majesty's coffin was sent to the Great Sept of Baelor yesterday, and today the harbor welcomed a mighty fleet. Fortunately, the sails bore the huge crowned stag.

The people by the river curiously looked towards the harbor.

The largest berth in the harbor had been cleared. The gold cloaks stood guard on both sides like statues, and the middle was filled with dignified and wealthy figures. Even the servants and maids seemed unattainable.

The people then knew, and they looked at the warship docking.

The first thing that came into view was the valiant young man wearing a crown, and the cute and ordinary little girl beside him.

His Supreme Majesty, the King, arrived in his loyal King's Landing today.

"Long live His Majesty!"

Joffrey enthusiastically helped up Lord Eddard, who was about to bow. "Lord Eddard, there's no need to be so polite. We're family, no need for such formalities."

He immediately asked, "Father has been buried in the Sept?"

The Prime Minister nodded silently.

Joffrey looked regretful. "If it weren't for Uncle Renly's matter, there would have been no need to make a special trip to Dragonstone, which prevented me from seeing my father one last time!"

Was it really Renly? Eddard tilted his head slightly, and the little girl in front of him immediately caught his attention.

"Your Majesty, is this Shireen?" Eddard asked hesitantly.

Although he had never met her, he had heard about the tragic experience of Stannis's only daughter in her childhood.

Although the deadly greyscale did not kill the child, the terrifying, gray-black dead skin had permanently taken over the girl's face. Could it all be rumors?

Shireen lifted the corner of her skirt gracefully and saluted. "Lord Eddard, Shireen sends her greetings."

She tried her best to show her sincerity, "Greyscale was difficult to endure, but your and my father's honorable deeds once made me forget the pain. I also want to thank His Majesty for the treatment. Everything is in the past now."

Shireen gave a big smile.

Eddard looked at Joffrey.

Joffrey smiled without saying a word and beckoned everyone to return to the city.

Shireen's symptoms were already considered mild. At least her whole body didn't turn to stone and go crazy. The treatment wasn't too difficult.

He had Shireen drink a sedative potion, cut off the tissues ravaged by greyscale, and the recovered magical energy successfully produced fresh, normal flesh.

Only one thing was very concerning.

Joffrey recalled the scene during the treatment. Greyscale, it seemed, was not just an ordinary disease.

The familiar violin and bugle melodies entered his ears.

Joffrey was stunned.

Tyrion walked over and saluted respectfully, "His Majesty named this piece 'King's Landing.' King Robert loved it very much. How can we not play this piece today as we enter the city?"

Joffrey smiled with emotion, "Yes, since Father loved it, of course I will carry it on."

Carrying it on is good. Carrying it on means stability.

The courtiers seemed to hear a promise and immediately praised His Majesty's filial piety. But they all forgot one thing.

Robert Baratheon loved war the most.

Rain came over, Joffrey touched its head, and stepped onto the lion's back to enter the city gate.

The impassioned music was still echoing.

The people watched the young king and the giant lion gallop towards the Red Keep perched on the hill, and suddenly realized that King's Landing had welcomed a new king, and the old era had completely ended.

The New King's Landing.

……

The evening glow was brilliant.

The Hound brought two heavy wooden boxes for His Majesty.

Joffrey sat leisurely in the king's study, flipping through the mountain of outdated reports.

Either they were crying poor, or complaining about the lack of manpower, or explaining why they failed to complete the task. There were very few good reports.

Looking at these alone, who would have thought that the royal family had supported itself in this state for more than ten years, and on the surface, everything was still normal, which was a miracle.

He looked at the slightly shaking wooden box beside the Hound's hand.

A man-made miracle.

"Sandor, what are you waiting for? The country is in crisis, quickly announce the arrival of the two lords." He said jokingly.

The Hound looked at the wooden box.

Although these days had passed, every time the half-person-high wooden box shook, his heart trembled with it. He once thought that being burned by flames was the greatest torture, but who knew that there could be such purgatory methods in the world.

Sure enough, people who play politics have no heart.

The Hound grinned and opened the front cover of the wooden box, and two familiar faces were in the box.

Joffrey threw away the report in his hand.

"Lord Varys, Lord Petyr, why are you crying? Could it be that you are also saddened by Father's death?"

Tyrion sighed and looked away, "The world has finally given birth to someone shorter than me."

The two half-bodied men, amputated from the shoulders and the roots of their thighs, wriggled their non-existent limbs in the wooden box, but could only make the wooden box tremble slightly.

How could they not cry?

Littlefinger reacted more strongly than Varys. He once had so many trump cards, countless plans and strategies, and the lofty ambitions he had struggled for all his life.

But now, all of these were buried in the soil with his hands, feet, and lower body, and turned into a delicious meal for insects and ants.

I don't even have an heir yet!

The culprit was right in front of him, Littlefinger barely calmed down and opened his mouth, "Joffrey, you..."

The Hound kicked over the wooden box, and Littlefinger almost bit off his tongue.

Varys squeezed out a flattering smile, "Your Majesty, I am already an incomplete person. My hands and feet were my last comfort. Please return them to me."

Joffrey chuckled and said, "I can even let you be a man again. However, Lord Varys, what will you use to exchange for it?"

"Use that fake Aegon? Are you willing to part with it? Can you do it?"

What?!

Varys shook his head and wailed. How could he know about Aegon? Have I been completely exposed?!

Joffrey walked to the front of the wooden box and squatted down, "Don't say he's fake, even if he's a real Targaryen prince, so what? Let him come, war will add glory to the throne!"

Varys could not see a trace of weakness or hesitation in those eyes, only endless flames.

Tyrion handed a drawing to him, "The explored secret passages of the Red Keep are all here, Lord Varys, do you see if there are any omissions?"

Not one was missed. Varys closed his eyes.

Joffrey motioned for the Hound to help up Littlefinger's wooden box.

"Varys, Petyr, be glad that you are rare smart people. Starting tomorrow, I will put you on both sides of the throne and look forward to your advice."

"Work hard. One hundred useful pieces of advice for one hand or foot, two hundred for a man's dignity."

Varys and Petyr couldn't help but calculate how long it would take.

Joffrey waved his hand.

The half-bodied men in the box were immediately terrified and kept begging.

The Hound ruthlessly closed the wooden box and sent them back to the dark and silent storage box in the distance.

Joffrey sat back on the throne and sipped his wine.

Tyrion said bitterly, "Littlefinger really deserves it. What has he done to the national treasury? How can other ministers of finance do their job?"

The situation was worse than expected.

The royal family's foreign debt was as high as 6.5 million gold dragons, and the annual daily expenditure was 1 million gold dragons, but the actual annual income was only more than 1.3 million. Various taxes in various places were in arrears to varying degrees.

Littlefinger was naturally guilty, but the courtiers and lords were also looming in it, even including the Westerlands and the North. How should we deal with it?

The hideous and sharp Iron Throne was not easy to sit on, in every sense.

Joffrey checked the invisible runes in his mind. One, two, ..., a total of twenty.

It's time to change the way the throne is sat on.

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