Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 131 Two Wars
War.

Looking at the chaotic scene on the screen in front of him, Hot Pie sighed silently.

The people in King's Landing City have never seen Renly's soldiers and swords, but they have been tortured by the war and breathe the heavy breath of war all the time.

Hot Pie feels even more deeply.

These days, more and more people fled into King's Landing from the south of the Imperial Forest.

The vast majority of them have nothing but to sell their labor or flesh, and they are happy to accept any job with a meager salary, and even feel grateful to Dade.

People who had sympathized with them quickly changed their attitude.

It is precisely because the refugees have lowered their self-worth and worked hard, the bosses who hired the guys began to be picky, and their faces became more and more ugly when they settled the remuneration, and the price of hired workers was getting lower and lower every day.

Everyone's life is getting harder and harder.

Not to mention beggars and orphans.

Hot Pie also went back to visit the bakery where he worked all day.

The familiar smell of heat and bread.

The table is full of white, yellow, and brown flour.

Everyone's face and hands are dusted with flour, and the cloth and leather they wear are not spared. The flour has already penetrated into every pore, and it feels smooth and rough to the touch.

Hot Pie subconsciously wiped his clothes with both hands, but what he touched was the familiar leather armor.

The familiar apprentice baker approached step by step, cast a hesitant look, his lips moved but he didn't speak, as if he couldn't confirm who he saw.

Hot Pie knew that he had lost weight and changed.

So he was the first to give a hug, and cursed a few words with a smile, and the apprentices gathered around to talk.

Good friends kept complaining about the harshness of the old baker, saying that the bread oven was open day and night, and the amount of coins earned was uncountable. black bread.

Said that everyone baked countless breads and pies, and had to run errands to deliver meals, but their stomachs were empty all day long, barely enough to eat.

Said that since the refugees came to town, the old man counted every handful of flour, let alone baked bread.Those who tried to hide half a loaf were severely beaten and even kicked out of the bakery.

It is said that the lemon, blueberry and minced meat in the bakery are getting less and less, and each kind of bread is getting more and more expensive, and the guests will scold them when they catch them.

Hot Pie listened intently, echoing each other from time to time, while calmly observing the faces.

While cursing, his friends looked at him eagerly, and more ordinary apprentices crowded around, laughing and booing, as if they were just trying to be lazy and have some fun.

A few guys who were originally against him were either hiding in the corner doing some work.

Either standing there with a face of indifference, as deaf and unresponsive, but his eyes glanced at the lively scene here.

Either sneak out of the room and go to the old baker.

There are also some unfamiliar faces.

Hot Pie had already set the tone, knowing that these were newly recruited apprentices, most of whom were refugees from the south, with lower requirements, and were satisfied with the two loaves of black bread every day.

But these new apprentices are not random people.

Hot Pie had heard an apprentice who had been there for a few years admit that the new apprentices were as good at work as he was, if not better.

The new apprentices said that they used to work in the bakery. If they were not looted by the rebels and burned all the fields and houses, they would still be selling bread in their hometown.

And now they all cursed the ungrateful, man-fucking Renly who started the rebellion.

No one likes war.

Hot Pie sincerely agreed, and at the same time couldn't help but rejoice at his choice a month ago.

Hot Pie knew very well that if he hadn't joined the army on a whim at that time, he might be one of these apprentices now, living a hard life, trying his best to fill his stomach.

Maybe not as good.

The unluckiest apprentice has been kicked out, who knows what to live on now?
The apprentices suddenly dispersed.

Hot Pie turned around, and sure enough, he saw the gloomy face that had been so frightening, the old baker.

But the fierce anger on that face disappeared almost instantly, and before Hot Pie could see it clearly, it immediately changed into a kind and flattering smile.

Hot Pie knew that the old baker only showed this expression when he was facing a distinguished guest.

Hot Pie also knew it was because of his leather armor, chain mail, helmet, whip, and sword, and because of the crossed-sword badge on his right arm, the emblem of the War Department.

Strict blockades and inspections have made the whole city aware of this symbol, as well as its power and rights.

Unexpectedly, this badge played a role on the last day.

Hot Pie sighed silently.

The War Department badge was about to cease to belong to him.

From tomorrow, he will wear the even more fearsome "All-Seeing Eye" badge of the Security Service under Minister Erin Lanter of the Ministry of Security.

That's the only reason he had time to wander around town today.

Fortunately, he received the notice, and he got rid of the recruit training in the barracks. He will formally report to the Security Bureau with 99 other people tomorrow.

The other [-] newcomers to the Security Bureau had to continue to be tortured by the instructors until the Security Bureau took them away.

That is to say, he is in the top 1000 out of [-] people.

While Hot Pie was excited, he couldn't help wondering why he was chosen.Task performed well?Have no private possessions?Attendance is normal?Keep up with training?
Gendry said, you've been quieter lately.

Hot Pie woke up with a start.

Yeah, when did I become like this?

He doesn't have a definite answer.

Perhaps it was because of a certain look, a certain sentence heard, or the smell of blood during the investigation.

Perhaps it is because of the increasing understanding of the Security Bureau.

Maybe it's because of a golden dragon, a badge, the cold light of a sword, the magic power of a dragon crystal.

Perhaps it was because of the light curtain of divine grace bestowed.

Looking at the dreamlike light curtain and the bakery he was in, Hot Pie was so clearly aware of the heaven and earth difference between the two.

The days of the past decade or so were so gloomy and fuzzy, not much to remember.

In comparison, what a huge impact this short month has had on him, making him a completely different person, someone who is in awe of the old baker.

Hot Pie calmed down his turbulent mood, and solemnly advised his friends to respond to any recruitment orders from the throne as soon as possible, which can not only fulfill the divine decree and king's order, but also be the best way out for the individual.

Then, he stepped out of the bakery door, and went on without looking back, towards the bright future, towards the Security Bureau.

just now.

He was sitting in the surveillance hall of the Security Bureau, spying on the screen the big figures he had never been in contact with and the chaos and blood, safe, stable and exciting.

War.

The screen that Hot Pie is facing is the Chancellor of the Exchequer's "Imp" detective team and recalcitrant gangsters.

This is a war.

The screen on the side is the Linhe Gate by the Blackwater River. Ragged and emaciated refugees lined up in an endless line, being recorded and inspected by the golden robe.

It is also a war.

It was Hot Pie's job to watch quietly, to note everything down, to report any anomalies, anything.

"Look!"

"There is movement in Tongmen City!"

Amid the eager shouts, Hot Pie turned his head to look, and the main screen in the center of the hall showed the gate of Tongmen City.

Numerous cavalry under the banner of the crowned stag are pouring into the castle.

(End of this chapter)