Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 85: The Blacksmith

Stannis's declaration of war and the royal recruitment order had spread throughout King's Landing.

Some sneered, some were indifferent, some worried, some were incredulous, and some were terrified.

Still others smelled a wonderful opportunity.

In short, King's Landing was in turmoil. Just like every blacksmith shop on the Street of Steel, the clang of hammers never ceased from day to night, proclaiming the extraordinary nature of the day.

This blacksmith shop on Visenya's Hill was the loudest.

It had the most furnaces and anvils, the most blacksmiths and apprentices, and a master renowned for his exquisite craftsmanship.

Although it had only been disturbed for five nights so far, the clanging from this shop had become a nightmare for the nearby residents. People didn't dare to imagine what it would be like in half a month or even half a year.

However, Hot Pie didn't care about this at all; he only cared about his good brother.

"Hey, Gendry, forget about those red-hot irons. Let's hurry up and take action. You don't know, people over there are fighting tooth and nail. If we're any later, it'll really be too late!"

Hot Pie was so anxious he was jumping up and down, but he couldn't even see his good brother's face, only a muscular back glistening with sweat.

He was good material to be a blacksmith. But Hot Pie had better plans for his brother.

Gendry still didn't put down his work. "Fatty, there are so many people joining the recruitment, you're pretty confident in yourself."

Hot Pie kept wiping the sweat from his forehead. The shop was noisy, and the air was even hotter, like being inside a bread oven.

"I have confidence in you. As for me, a baker's apprentice, they're recruiting tens of thousands of people this time, they'll definitely need a lot of cooks."

Hot Pie leaned closer, looking mysterious.

"I've inquired. Joining the Goldcloaks or that army department, they provide food and lodging, and after passing basic training, they even give you seven silver stags a month! Seven silver stags!"

"How long would it take us to earn that much money?"

The iron material in front of Gendry was still regularly splashing orange-red sparks.

"Tobho Mott is a good man." Hot Pie glanced around quietly, making sure no one was paying attention. "But even if you become a master, you'll just be a blacksmith, still having to watch the Goldcloaks' faces."

Gendry didn't say anything, continuing to swing the hammer in his hand.

"You saw it when His Majesty was crowned, right? What a great miracle! I can't believe you didn't have any reaction?" Hot Pie shook his head in surprise.

Gendry immersed the iron material in the water bucket, splashing a large amount of water and steam, which gradually subsided.

"That has nothing to do with us. A blacksmith's apprentice only needs to think about how to be a good blacksmith. A baker's apprentice," he looked back at Hot Pie, "your bread and pies are good, they'll definitely be popular in the future."

Hot Pie didn't think so. "That was before. Haven't you seen it? Everything has changed. The gods bestowed divine power upon His Majesty because the Long Night is coming. At that time, what good is even the most delicious bread?"

"Divine grace is priceless!"

Hot Pie's eyes were filled with fanaticism. "His Majesty will share the gods' grace with us, and those who join the army will have the highest priority! That's divine grace!"

Gendry contentedly put the finished product on the shelf, then sat down next to Hot Pie to rest.

"How did I hear that divine grace requires people to offer a tenth of their wealth, and it's extremely rare? Did I remember wrong?"

Hot Pie waved his hand. "That's all outdated news. Just yesterday, a hundred Goldcloaks were bestowed with divine grace. I saw it with my own eyes, without needing a single copper penny."

Gendry pondered, "Then why didn't you sign up yesterday?"

Hot Pie chuckled. "Wasn't I thinking of my good brother? If we go in together, we can take care of each other."

Gendry remained unmoved.

He didn't have high expectations for his life. It would be good to continue working in his master's blacksmith shop step by step, at least he wouldn't have to worry about food and drink.

What more could a bastard who didn't know who his parents were ask for?

Hot Pie curiously picked up an iron helmet.

"Hey," Gendry frowned, immediately reaching out to snatch it back, "Don't touch it."

Hot Pie glanced at Gendry and the bull-headed helmet in his hand, but instead laughed, "Good brother, you still say you just want to be a blacksmith? Which blacksmith would specially forge a helmet for himself, and cherish it so much."

Gendry retorted loudly, "Who says there aren't any? Many people do that, the one in front of you is one of them."

Hot Pie directly grabbed Gendry's arm, "Don't hesitate, even if you just come with me to take a look, just for half a day, if you don't like it, you can come back, right?"

For some reason, Gendry couldn't break free from the little fatty's hand.

… …

Like the previous few days, the Goldcloak headquarters next to Cobblers' Square was crowded with recruits.

Rows and rows of spears divided the camp into many squares. The newcomers all moved slowly along the safe passage in a very rational manner, heading towards the long tables in front.

Hot Pie leaned in and whispered in Gendry's ear, "The Goldcloaks are on the left, the army department is on the right, where do we go?"

Gendry wasn't completely ignorant of these things.

The so-called leader of the army department was the "Kingslayer." Gendry, like many people, loathed him. Would this person's subordinates be good people?

But the Goldcloaks… …

Gendry had only seen them picking faults everywhere in the shop, with the aim of getting money.

Hot Pie added, "Let's choose the Goldcloaks, the Goldcloaks usually have a comfortable life. The army department sounds like they're going out to fight. Of course, Stannis can't win, but people will still die."

Gendry glanced at him. "Don't worry, you're a cook, it won't be your turn to lose your life. Let's go to the right."

Hot Pie shrugged. "That's true."

After waiting in line for a long time, Hot Pie took the initiative to stand behind Gendry, letting his good brother go first.

Gendry stood in front of the table.

The recorder wore a black sphere on his chest, just like at the coronation.

The recorder seemed to recognize him. "Gendry, what do you think of Stannis Baratheon's rebellion?"

Gendry repeated the answer of the previous person, "Swear to defend the throne to the death. May the gods protect us, His Majesty is the one true king. Light Eternal!"

"What position are you inclined to?"

Hot Pie nudged him a few times from behind, and Gendry said, "Warrior protect me, Gendry is willing to kill the enemy for His Majesty."

The recorder held the black sphere and waited quietly. After a few breaths, he looked at Gendry in surprise a few times, then took out a silver square badge strung with a chain.

"Do you see that lord wearing a hound helmet over there? Show this to him, he is your superior."

Gendry took the silver badge and walked a few steps, then stopped blankly. I'm under the Hound's command? Isn't the Hound the commander of the Goldcloaks?

Before long, Hot Pie walked over with a mournful face, "What is the Security Bureau? I've never even heard of it."

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