Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 73 The New King's Landing

Junlin City in June is so extraordinary.

First, King Robert died, and the bells rang all over the city. His majesty's coffin was also sent to the Great Sept of Baelor yesterday. Today, the port welcomed a mighty fleet. Fortunately, the huge crowned stag stood on the sail.

People by the river looked curiously at the port.

The largest berth in the port has been emptied.The golden robes stood guard on both sides like statues, and the middle was full of dignified figures, even the servants and maids seemed unattainable.

Then people knew, and they looked at the warships docked.

The first thing that catches the eye is the heroic young man wearing the crown, and the cute but ordinary little girl beside him.

His Majesty the King has arrived today in his faithful King's Landing.

"Long live Your Majesty!"

Joffrey enthusiastically supported Prime Minister Ed who was about to bow, "Master Ed, you don't need to be too polite, our family doesn't need to be like this."

He immediately asked, "Is father buried in the church?"

The Prime Minister nodded silently.

Joff said with regret, "If it weren't for Uncle Renly, there would be no need to go to Dragonstone, and I wouldn't even be able to see my father for the last time!"

Is it really Renly?Ed turned his head slightly, and the little girl in front of him immediately attracted his attention.

"Your Majesty, is this Shirene?" Ed hesitated.

Although he had never met, he had heard about the tragic experience of Stannis's only daughter when she was a child.

Although the deadly greyscale did not kill the child, the horrible gray-black dead skin occupied the girl's face forever.Is it all rumors?
Shirene lifted the corner of her skirt in a ladylike salute, "Master Ed, Shirene greets you."

She tried her best to express her sincerity, "Grey scales are very difficult, but the honorable deeds of you and your father have made me forget the pain. I also want to thank Your Majesty for the treatment. Everything is over."

Shireen gave a big smile.

Ed looked at Joffrey.

Joffrey smiled and said nothing, calling everyone back to the city.

Shirene's symptoms are considered mild, at least she didn't go crazy with petrification all over her body, so the treatment is not difficult.

Let Xilin drink the anesthesia potion, cut off the tissues devastated by greyscale, and restore the magic energy to successfully give birth to fresh and normal flesh and blood.

There is only one thing that makes people very concerned.

Joffrey recalled the scene of the treatment.Greyscale, it seems, is not just a common disease.

The familiar violin and drum melody came to my ears.

Joffrey was taken aback.

Tyrion came over and saluted respectfully, "Your Majesty named this song "King's Landing", and His Majesty Robert loved it even more. How can you not play this song when you enter the city today?"

Joffrey smiled emotionally, "Yes, since my father loves it, of course I want to pass it on."

Good inheritance.Inheritance means stability.

The courtiers seemed to have heard the promise, and immediately praised His Majesty's filial piety.But they all forgot one thing.

Robert Baratheon loved war the most.

The rain came over, Joffrey patted its head, stepped on the lion's back and stepped into the city gate.

The passionate music is still echoing.

Watching the young king and the giant lion running towards the Red Castle on the hill, people suddenly realized that a new king was ushered in in King's Landing, and the old era came to an end.

New King's Landing.

……

The sunset is brilliant.

The Hound brought two heavy wooden boxes for His Majesty.

Joffrey sat leisurely in the king's study, flipping through mountains of outdated reports.

Either cry for poverty, or complain about the lack of manpower, or justify why the task was not completed, and there are very few good news.

Looking at these alone, who would have thought that the royal family has been supported in this state for more than ten years, and everything seems to be normal on the surface, which can be called a miracle.

He looked at the slightly shaking wooden box in Hound's hand.

Man-made miracle.

"Sandor, what are you waiting for, the country is in crisis, hurry up and announce the audience of the two adults." He jokingly said.

The Hound looked at the wooden box.

Even though these days have passed, every time the half-person-high wooden box shakes, his heart trembles.He once thought that being burned by flames was the greatest form of torture, but who would have thought that such a method of purgatory could exist in the world.

Sure enough, people who play politics have no heart.

The Hound grinned and opened the front cover of the wooden box, and there were two familiar faces inside the box.

Joffrey dropped the report in his hand.

"Lord Varys, Lord Petyr, why are you crying? Are you also saddened by the death of your father?"

Tyrion sighed and looked away. "There are people shorter than me at last."

Two halflings whose limbs had been amputated from the shoulders and thighs wriggled non-existent limbs in the wooden box, but the wooden box could only tremble slightly.

How can they not cry?

Littlefinger's reaction was stronger than Varys'.He used to have so many hole cards, countless plans, and great ambitions for his life.

But now, all of these are buried in the ground along with the hands, feet and lower body, turning into a delicious meal for insects and ants.

I don't have an heir yet!

The culprit was right in front of him, Littlefinger spoke calmly, "Joffrey, you..."

The Hound kicked over the wooden box, and Littlefinger nearly bit off his tongue.

Varys squeezed out a flattering smile, "Your Majesty, I am a handicapped person, my hands and feet are my last comfort, please return them to me."

Joffrey chuckled and said, "You can be a man again. But, Lord Varys, what will you give in exchange?"

"Use that fake Aegon? Would you mind? Could you do it?"

what? !

Varys shook his head and howled.How could he know about Aegon?Am I completely exposed? !
Joffrey walked to the wooden box and squatted down, "Don't say he is a fake, even if he is the real Prince Targaryen, let him come anyway, the war will add glory to the throne!"

Varys could see no weakness or hesitation in those eyes, just endless fire.

Tyrion handed him a blueprint, "The proven secret passages of the Red Castle are all here, Lord Varys, can you see what else is missing?"

Nowhere.Varys closed his eyes.

Joffrey motioned for the Hound to pick up Littlefinger's wooden box.

"Varys, Petyr, I'm glad you are rare smart people. Starting tomorrow, I will put you on both sides of the throne, and look forward to your advice."

"Work hard. One hundred useful advice for a hand or foot, two hundred for a man's dignity."

Varys and Petyr couldn't help but calculate how long it would take.

Joffrey waved his hand.

The halfling in the box immediately panicked and begged.

The Hound ruthlessly closed the wooden boxes and sent them back to the dark and dead storage box in the distance.

Joffrey sat back on his throne and sipped his wine.

Tyrion said angrily: "Littlefinger really deserves it, what kind of treasury has been ruined by him, what can other chancellors do?"

The situation is worse than expected.

The royal family's external debt has reached 650 million Jinlong, and the annual daily expenses have reached 100 million Jinlong, but the actual annual income is only more than 130 million, and various taxes are in arrears to varying degrees.

Littlefinger's guilt is inevitable, but the courtiers and princes are also looming in it, even including the western and northern borders.How to deal with it?

The ferocious and sharp Iron Throne is not easy to sit on, in every sense.

Joffrey checked the invisible runes in his mind.One, two, ..., twenty pieces in total.

It's time for the throne to be seated differently.

(End of this chapter)