Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 63
"It's better to let the two ministers go back to their residences and stay behind closed doors, and then send people to guard outside. It's not a violation of the secret order."

Renly comforted Hannah.

"Besides, Brother Wang has already arrived in Hejian Land, so it won't take long to write a letter."

He smiled, "I don't know if what I said is a so-called 'objection and pleader'?"

"I agree." The chief executive of the Red Castle interjected: "It stands to reason that I should convey His Majesty's will. This time is unusual, so it's better to be more cautious."

Renly was surprised that the Red Keep's steward, who still had some weight, expressed his attitude so directly.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

He knows his elder brother's temperament.If the brave Robert had known this, he would have come back with a hammer and smashed the traitors to pieces.

Therefore, this is not a secret decree at all, but a coup d'état launched by Lannister!
In this vortex, what is the verbal support of a general manager?Renly didn't care about such minutiae.

He just felt deeply disturbed.

Is this coup only for Varys and Petyr?Or is it that Lannister is going to turn his face completely?

How stupid and arrogant!

Could it be Duke Tywin's decision?He came out of Casterly Rock?With how many troops?

Renly could only prepare for the worst.

In case of a real fight, Renly's twenty or so Storm's End soldiers were obviously not enough to protect themselves against more than 150 lion guards and three hundred gold robes.

Therefore, it is necessary to win the support of the royal guard and the courtiers and entourage present.

Two hundred royal guards are enough to turn the tide of battle.But since the Usurper's War, King Robert has the Iron Throne and the kingship, Renly's fief is Storm's End, and he accepts the allegiance of the vassals of the Stormlands. The two brothers are no longer the same deer.

Renly was not qualified to command the Royal Guard.

What's more, the order in the secret decree is not to kill the minister immediately, but still has to wait for the king to personally judge. In this case, the royal guards are actually more likely to fall to the Lannister who claims to have the secret decree.

Fortunately, the courtiers and entourages have three or four hundred swords in total.

Renly looked at the handsome "Knight of Flowers" Loras Tyrell, and smiled politely.

The Knight of Flowers immediately understood, "I agree with Lord Renly. Wouldn't it be great to let the two ministers spend a few days in their residences to avoid irreparable damage and not violate the will?"

"I am willing to act as a guard myself!"

The courtiers and knights who were close to the Tyrell family also echoed their words.

Sir Alex Oakheart of the Kingsguard immediately scolded: "How can you talk here? Keep your mouth shut!"

Boom~
More courtiers clamored, expressing that such humiliation could not be tolerated, and every knight had the right to speak.

The originally solemn and solemn atmosphere was completely chaotic.

Hannah bit her lip.Who is Alex?Didn't he know that his words would piss everyone off?
Do people who vent their protests really feel humiliated, or is it because they are friends with certain people?
Hannah was a little frustrated. The crown prince clearly explained that he would try his best to take down Varys and Littlefinger according to political procedures, but now it seems that there will still be a lot of bloodshed.

But she was lucky enough to hear His Highness's clear voice saying, "Don't worry, everything is coming to an end."

boom!
A loud noise came from the door, bright light swept across the hall instantly, and there was the sound of armor colliding, everyone looked subconsciously.

Varys and Petyr knew that the reinforcements had arrived, so they turned around with a smile, and the smile stayed there.

The heavy door of the Throne Hall was pushed to both sides by golden robes, a figure stood in the middle of the door, and countless golden robes poured into the hall from both sides of him.

"hound!!"

The commander of the garrison pointed at the figure and exclaimed, his face full of disbelief.

"Why are you bringing my people!?"

The hound lifted its mask, revealing a ferocious face, and approached the short and stout commander step by step.

People quietly looked at the bloody hound.

The hunting dog patted him on the shoulder jokingly, "I heard that your father is a butcher. He only taught you to eat meat, but didn't he teach you to distinguish the owner? All your people are His Majesty's people!"

The commander looked at the new golden robes, some of them were familiar, some of them were unfamiliar, but none of them looked respectful at him anymore.

He just wanted to scold, but those cold eyes immediately extinguished all his anger and confidence.Although he didn't know the reason, he knew that the defense team was no longer his own.

The commander forced a smile on his face, "Lord Sandor, I am loyal to His Majesty, we are our own people."

"Heh." The Hound stared into his eyes, "Guess what I want to do now."

The commander tried his best not to look away from his eyes, but beads of sweat kept oozing from his forehead, and his heart was beating violently.

"Lord Sandor," the Commander moved his fingers.

"I really can't figure it out, you..." He suddenly jumped up, drew out his dagger and stabbed the hound desperately.

The hound easily choked his blade-holding right wrist, and then caught the attacking left fist. He clenched his hands and cracked, almost crushing the bones, and finally hit his knee.

Dang bang~
The dagger fell from his trembling right hand to the floor tiles, and the severe pain in his internal organs made the Commander's face turn red like a boiled prawn.

The hound kicked him down. "My lords, have you seen it clearly? This guy not only defied His Majesty's will, but also took the lead in attacking him. Do you still have doubts about his rebellious mind?"

The Hound picked up the dagger dropped by the commander, "In the name of the king, execute the former commander of the King's Landing Garrison, Janos Slynt, immediately!"

The Hound didn't even bend down, and with a flick of the dagger, it pierced Genos' neck directly.

Genos stretched out his arms helplessly for help, struggling hard with convulsions, but more and more blood flowed, and his breathing became weaker and weaker until he froze into a twisted corpse.

Still no one spoke.

The Hound probably brought more golden robes than all the people combined.

The royal guards, who were inclined to believe in secret decrees, immediately drew their swords and pointed at the three hundred gold robes under Genos.

The situation is completely reversed.

Hannah issued an ultimatum, "It's stated in the decree, pardon the crimes of everyone under it, and still perform their duties. Now is the last chance!"

The golden robes stationed at the Red Castle looked at each other, who dared to face the swords of several times the number of fellow robes and guards?
dang lang~dang lang~
After a few breaths, there were hundreds of unowned spears on the ground.

Hannah began to convey His Highness's instructions, "Lord Varys, Lord Petyr, please accept supervision quietly. Only in this way can you have a chance to clear your suspicions."

She approached the two and whispered: "Actually, His Royal Highness does not believe the crimes of the two adults. His Highness even pleaded with His Majesty for this, and was scolded quite a bit. Please rest at ease for a while, and wait for His Majesty and the others to return." Palace, there will definitely be a turning point."

Heh, whoever believes is a fool.

But Varys and Petyr knew that this was a veiled statement, which meant that the two sides still had a chance to coexist, and there was no need to fight to the death.

But is this statement necessarily true?
To say or not to say?The two are faced with a difficult choice.

Said, died on the spot.

Not to mention, he might die later, or he might not.

"Come on, my lords."

The Hound and dozens of Lannister guards surrounded him.

In the end, they did not reveal the intelligence that must be lost to both sides, the mystery of Joffrey's parentage.

The imperial meeting is over.

The courtiers hurriedly dispersed, as if followed by terrifying ghosts.

Under the Iron Throne.

Hannah stared coldly at the staggering back of the head of the Red Castle.

(End of this chapter)