Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 183 Lannister Lion
"Interesting riddle."

After listening to Littlefinger's explanation, Tyrion commented thoughtfully.

"Why don't we take a guess too."

Tyrion looked to the two on the left, "Uncle Kevan, James."

Joffrey watched the episode below with great interest, and didn't make a sound to stop it, as if he was happy to see it happen.

Sir James, Secretary of State for War, was an old acquaintance.

Joffrey's eyes were mainly on Kevan.The Minister of the Sea, Kevan Lannister, who commanded an allied force of [-].

The younger brother of Duke Tywin has a very easy-going temperament.

He has a fat face, his head is basically bald, his beard is trimmed very short, his shoulders are round and his waist is thick, his skin is delicate, his beard and hair are golden, and he looks pampered and honest.

If it is a lion, it is also a good lion that guards the house and never rebels.

Especially for brother Tywin.

Fortunately, Duke Tywin's support was quite firm, and Kevan also completely obeyed the royal family's arrangements.

Kefeng did not reveal the slightest intention to seize control of the naval fleet. The 5000 people he brought also successfully received the implantation of the God's Grace Core, and [-] cavalry were assigned to the Ministry of War.

This lion is very docile, and King's Landing City was able to accommodate it with relative ease and received powerful support.

Now in the city of King's Landing alone, there are 8000 coalition troops led by Kevan, 5000 people under James' command, and 3000 people from the investigation team managed by Tyrion, for a total of [-] armed forces.

This is not counting other scattered guards, followers or personnel who do not belong to the military establishment.

Isn't it too wasteful for such a huge force to be used only for defense?What's more, the enemy is so close at hand. The 2 people in the River Bend are stationed in Tengshi Town, which is more than 200 kilometers away from King's Landing. The cavalry only needs a day or two.

The question is, who to let go?

Joffrey looked down at the men below, determined to hear their answers.

"I suppose," said Tyrion, concentrating on the puzzle, not intending to add anything else, "it depends on the mercenary. After all, he has a sword in his hand, and in the puzzle, the other three have only Identity has no power."

Joffrey nodded slightly, looking at Kevan Lannister.

Kaifeng hesitated for a moment, but still bowed and answered, "If the mercenary is smart, he will obey the king and kill the other two. If he is greedy and stupid, he may be tempted by the rich merchant's money and cause disaster."

Same as Tyrion's answer, just in a different way.

"Uncle James, what do you think?"

"Kingslayer" James smiled lightly, "In my opinion, mercenaries, monks and rich merchants will all die."

Several people looked at James at the same time.

James raised his head and looked at the king, "Can the sword of a mercenary be able to withstand the divine power that the king has obtained from the gods? The mercenary who thinks he controls everything will naturally end in death."

Joffrey nodded, seemingly satisfied.

Tyrion curled his lips, it really was a complicated riddle, what kind of mercenaries, the king's, didn't it mean that Renly's army was not as good as the holy war army.boring.

Kevan frowned.

Varys thought silently, maybe the mercenary not only refers to Renly, but also refers to more enemies, and potential enemies...

But Joffrey didn't announce the result immediately, but looked at Littlefinger again.

"You are the only one left to answer."

Littlefinger responded respectfully, taking advantage of this time to quickly recall everything that happened just now, the answers of the few people and the king's reaction.

What is the answer?
Anyone got it right?Is the answer unique?

pardon, pardon, pardon...

His eyes suddenly burst into light, and then he shook his body.

Pa~ta~
Littlefinger fell forward, landing on his face, and the wooden box collapsed backwards, hitting the stone slab.

"Your Majesty, no one dies!"

Littlefinger maintained a prostrate posture: "The three of them did offend the king, but would the great and selfless king care about this trivial harassment? The king has the whole kingdom in his heart!"

Tyrion immediately turned his head to look at Joffrey on the Iron Throne, and the king's expression was indistinguishable.

Littlefinger's voice became more and more firm, "Monks can appease the people for the king, rich merchants can make the kingdom prosperous and provide money, and mercenaries can fight for the king and deal with all kinds of enemies. They can all be the wealth of the kingdom."

"So, my answer is: the king will forgive their sins, make them loyal and serve their country. Of course, there is only one chance."

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Littlefinger hit the hard slate with his head like crazy, and the bright red floor tiles seemed to become redder.

"Please give me a chance, Your Majesty!"

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty! I would like to be your mercenary, wealthy businessman, monk, farmer, messenger, entourage, anything! I only ask you to grant me a pardon once!"

Varys stared at the sudden change in shock, until now, finally came to his senses!
"Your Majesty~" Varys threw himself on the ground with a mournful cry, begging for mercy repeatedly like Littlefinger, "Please forgive the villain once, Varys will never dare again!"

"..."

The pleas of the two kept echoing in the empty hall, louder and more intense, vowing to overwhelm each other and win the king's favor.

The three Lannisters next to him didn't know how to react for a moment.Isn't today a war meeting?

"Stop it all." Joffrey stopped softly.

The two immediately stopped talking and lay motionless on the ground, waiting for the king's judgment.

Joffrey sighed.

"Actually, none of your answers are good enough."

Littlefinger and Varys were immediately dizzy, and the despair and pain came at the same time, causing them to close their eyes tightly and almost faint.

"Kings, monks, rich merchants, mercenaries."

Joff smiled inside, "It's just one side of the same person. The seven gods are like one, but they have seven incarnations, or even more."

The magic is revived, and the mighty power belongs to itself.

Power, adoration, money and force, who says these can't be concentrated in one person?

Joffrey scanned the crowd.

"You guys said, am I the king? A mercenary? Or which identity?"

No one could give an immediate answer.

So he asked himself and answered, "I am who I am. The king is not the only side of me, nor is it the most important side. My soul is the real me."

Facing the "prosthetic body" on the Iron Throne, no one can refute.

"Back to the riddle." Joffrey gave the answer. "As the avatars of the same status, of course they will not die. It's just a game."

"Petyr."

Littlefinger wriggled reluctantly, showing his respect.

"Your answer is the closest. Although the latter explanation is not correct. But..."

Littlefinger's eyes widened, eager again.

"You are pardoned."

The light words quickly dissipated in the air.

But Littlefinger's face was already stained with tears, and he hit the ground heavily, his lips trembling: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Varys was completely limp, as if dead.

Joffrey made a decision, "Lord Kevan and Ser James, each of you will lead six thousand cavalry and carry three hundred artillery chips to raid Tengshi Town!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The two lions, one big and one small, answered at the same time.

"Petyr is with you."

"Remember, forgive, but only once..."

The elongated coda gradually fades away.

Several people looked up, and the king on the Iron Throne had quietly closed his eyes.

forgive.

(End of this chapter)