Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 11 The Newborn "Light of Peace"

The scenery in the western suburbs of Junlin City is good.

Joffrey rode joyously on his steed, guarded by hounds, and returned home with Lord Tywin's caravan.

It's been a long journey.

The convoy will travel more than 2000 kilometers westward along the broad golden avenue, and arrive at the center of the Western Territory—the city of Casterly Rock, where rocks are flesh and blood, gold is blood, and never fell.

Just relying on the original memory is far from satisfying Joffrey's desire to explore Casterly Rock.

pity.When news of Prime Minister Jon's death was received, the convoy probably hadn't reached the edge of the West.If you want to see Casterly Rock City with your own eyes, you have to wait for a while.

On a fertile and green hill, Joffrey stopped his horse and looked at the convoy winding on the road from a distance.

There are thousands of well-equipped lords, knights, and guards, which is like an army.

"Sandor, what do you think of Casterly Rock?"

Joffrey asked the Hound beside him. He must have a say in the fact that he only left there in his teens.

The Hound is still a bit awkward, occasionally being called by his real name feels like eating a bug.Oh, have I been a dog for too long?

"Casterly Rock," said the Hound, barely remembering, when he had been thinking of Gregor all day.

"Big, hard, not a good place to have fun."

Joffrey glanced at him, disappointed. "The Mountain is in the convoy now, is there anything you want to do with him?"

It is better to settle this grievance as soon as possible.His bodyguard had a sullen face all day long, thinking about revenge, how much it affected the atmosphere.

But the hound trembled as if being picked up by the tongue of fire, "Prince, let's go back to the team early, the castle where we will camp tonight is still far away."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hound took the lead in flicking the reins, and rode straight towards the convoy below.

What is the relationship between returning home and the castle is far away?
Joffrey shook his head and sighed, it's all my fault, I will definitely not take this guy with me next time I relax!

Back in the caravan, Joffrey climbed into his spacious carriage.Although it is not as good as the huge wheel palace that can only be pulled by the queen's forty horses, it is still enough for seven or eight people to rest and entertain.

"Hannah, take what we have brought from the vault."

This was originally the job of squire Erin.

The girl sitting quietly in the carriage took out items from the box under the seat.

Lost magic Valyrian steel, glass candles, gems and crystals, greatswords.

Joffrey picked up a dagger and looked at it carefully. It had a keel hilt, a blade as black as night, two fingers wide, slightly longer than the palm of your hand, and sharp on both sides.

This is the dagger used to assassinate Bran in the plot.

"Hannah, I took you here from my mother without authorization, you won't have any ideas, will you?"

Joffrey asked abruptly.

The little maid was startled, and quickly expressed her feelings, "How could it be? It is Hannah's greatest luck to serve His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Actually, Hannah's 15-year-old name day has already passed. If it weren't for you, the queen would have to match me and those attendants. I don't want to."

Glancing at the girl's beautiful features and figure, Joffrey chuckled and stroked her chestnut curly hair.

When cleaning up the palace in the future, a senior maid who has no family background, is familiar with the Red Castle, and is stable and reliable will surely be of great use.

"We'll sleep here tonight. It's warmer in the carriage."

Hannah lowered her head shyly.

In the evening, the huge convoy finally arrived at the camp.

This is the family castle of the Thorne family in the western part of the kingdom.It is supported by tens of thousands of farmers with a radius of tens of miles.

The generosity and wealth of the Lannister family is well known in the Seven Kingdoms. Naturally, the Thorne family will not and dare not refuse such guests, and have prepared sufficient food and entertainment early on.

It's just that the castle made of stones is not too big, and it is quite crowded with 1000 people.The interior decor is also very ordinary.

Joffrey preferred to spend the night in his carriage.

A dinner party was being held outside, and he asked Hannah and the servants to move about on their own, staying alone in the closed carriage.

it's time.He picked up the dagger again.

From having "it" the night before to now, the changes in his soul have become more and more serious, its sense of existence has become stronger and stronger, and that power is ready to come out.

Some kind of instinct told him how to use it.

Let me see what the magic of Valyrian steel is.

Joffrey took a deep breath, pressed his right hand on the face of the keel-handled dagger, and slowly closed his eyes.

I do not know how long it has been.

The noisy sounds from the outside gradually weakened and disappeared, and the sound of breathing became everything, rising and falling like the tide, washing his heart.

Finally, it was touched a little.

As if it had consumed its source, its sense of existence suddenly weakened a lot, and then separated into a group of cold, invisible things.

strange feeling.

It is not the induction of the gem crystal, not the special light seen, but the coldness that touches the depths of the soul.

The coldness like water flows through his eye sockets, tongue base, throat, shoulder blades, upper arm, forearm, wrist, until the fingertips of his right hand.

The right hand broke free from the control of the brain, and suddenly clenched the dagger tightly.

But under the comfort of invisible cold energy, he seemed to have lost all fear and pain, expressionless, and let the blood drip down the blade and fingers.

In an instant or in an eternity, the cold energy was completely transferred to the dagger.The pattern of the dagger lights up again, and the white light gradually fills and spreads...

In the next instant, bursts of sharp pain from the needle, the smell of the iron monkey, and the bleeding right hand flooded into his mind at the same time.

He immediately threw away the dagger like a soldering iron, and picked up his poor right hand carefully like lightning, even wanting to stick out his tongue to lick it.

I rub it, it hurts so much!

Isn't magic too weird? !How can I be so cruel to myself!Mechanical mind?
He wants to cry but has no tears, how can he explain this, saying that I suddenly went crazy and self-mutilated?

hiss~
The wound on his hand was extremely itchy.

He was surprised to notice that the white light on his body was fading rapidly.

This process is difficult to quantify. Fortunately, the sense of existence of "it" has not weakened, and the final brightness of the white light is similar to what I saw yesterday morning, and finally it has not completely disappeared.

my hand? !

Joffrey stroked his right hand, the pain was gone, all the scars disappeared completely, only the slightly dried blood proved that what happened just now was not an illusion.

it healed me?
That was the only explanation Joffrey could think of.It created Valyrian Steel at the expense of parts of itself, and healed his wounds with white light.

Magic.

In just a few minutes, his spirit fluctuated greatly with the changes in the situation, and it finally came to a successful conclusion.

After calming down, he began to summarize the gains this time.

The tenacity and sharpness of Valyrian steel and the rapid healing of wounds seem to be unrelated, but in fact they still have something in common.

He had previously discovered that Valyrian steel itself was not yet indestructible as a material.However, the cracked tile steel will gradually recover with the consumption of white light.

In other words.

Valyrian Steel also deals a small amount of damage to itself with each attack.

Simply because this magic quickly repairs tiny breaks in Valyrian steel, keeping it in top condition at all times.In addition, its collection and symbolic significance are even greater, so it is rarely used in ordinary times.This jointly created its present-day prestige.

The healing of wounds presumably has a similar effect.

He was thoughtful.

Maybe it can be called - recovery magic.

Hannah's voice came from outside the carriage, "Your Highness, here are steaks and mutton legs, fried fish, smoked chicken and roast duck, bread and honey, cakes, fruits, red wine and ale, do you need anything?"

Joffrey began to tidy up the messy scene. "Just bring something to eat."

After a full stomach.

Joffrey lay relaxed on the buggy bed, studying the eight-inch-bladed Valyrian steel dagger in his hand.

Different from the previous ones.

This dagger is the crystallization of wisdom made by him and stained with his blood.

Looking at the dagger, Joffrey seemed to see thousands upon thousands of equally powerful swords, axes, and spears.

One day.

Those scenes in the dream will become reality.Not only the Seven Kingdoms, but the whole world will surrender!
Hannah put on a gauze and went to bed.

Leaning beside the prince, she reached out to touch the blade curiously, "Your Highness, this dagger is so beautiful, does it have a name?"

"It didn't exist before, now I call it 'Peace Light', what do you think?"

He once looked up curiously, Joffrey (Joffrey), is the French variant of Geoffrey, which means divine peace.

Hannah arched her head into his arms, her voice was soft and light, "It sounds good~"

You woman, what are you thinking about all of a sudden?

Joffrey's heart suddenly burned with a fire that was eager to erupt.What do men want?Strength, conquest, woman.

"Hmph, let me show you how powerful 'Light of Peace' is!"

"Ah, Your Highness~"

(End of this chapter)