Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 92 Clean Up

The daylight was clear, and two little birds by the window competed for grains on the slate, making crisp calls from time to time.

The bed in the house was covered with soft and soft velvet, and Joffrey was comfortably pillowing on the girl's lap, tasting half a blueberry picked between his white and tender fingertips.

A peaceful and beautiful morning.

"Your Majesty, everyone is here, just waiting outside." Hannah suddenly reminded softly.

A busy morning.

It is also time.He swallowed half a blueberry, turned over and sat up on the bed, "Call them in."

He put on his coat, and the sound of footsteps approached.

"What a beautiful sun, Your Majesty." Tyrion, who was the smallest, insisted on walking in the front, "You must be very satisfied."

Clever Tyrion wore the least Lannister color scheme of all his clothes today, brown, black, and anthracite, but no gold or red.

The kingslayer next to him was much more proud, his white armor still dazzling, and his gilded long sword gleaming.

"Yeah, the sun is nice." Joffrey smiled faintly.

Tyrion looked around, and walked to the long table and the prepared seats, "Your Majesty is so considerate. It's really touching to make such a suitable seat for me, a little man."

Joffrey sat down on the high chair at the end of the long table. "Everyone sit down. If there is any future council, this will be here."

Of course, a real king can hold an imperial council anytime and anywhere.

"I see. Thank you, Your Majesty, for the seat." Tyrion took his seat, on the right hand side of the king.

The other ministers looked at the long table, which was similar in shape to the original discussion table, except that each seat beside the table had a unique logo.

The first chair to the king's left was carved with glowing eyes, and Alyn knew that.

The second seat on the right-hand side was white all over. It belonged to Captain of the Kingsguard, Barristan the Bold.

The second from the left is engraved with swords, and the Kingslayer of the War Department is doing his part.

The third from the right belongs to Sandor "The Hound" Clegane, Commander of King's Landing Garrison.

Grand Maester Pycell tremblingly walked to the third position on the left, sat down slowly, and leaned on the back of the cushioned book-like chair.

There was another chair beside the king, and Hannah, the chief minister, had already sat down at some point.

Everyone turned their attention to the only king on the throne.There is no doubt that there is only one protagonist in today's meeting, His Majesty the King.

Joffrey said calmly, "Everyone, after Lord Tywin, Lord Ed also left King's Landing yesterday to go to the northern border to perform more difficult duties."

Ed was gone, and most of King's Landing City knew about it.

Some quietly celebrate this, some feel that the country has completely lost hope, and some think that King's Landing is about to usher in huge changes.

"There is no question that we who are here must shoulder our responsibility to keep the country running smoothly."

Regent Tywin and Prime Minister Ed were not in King's Landing, and even Queen Cersei did not come to this meeting. Obviously, the "we" in the young king's mouth meant himself.

"Renly's rebellion has stirred up dust, and we must sweep it up."

Joffrey lightly brushed the dust on the table, "Guys, don't you think King's Landing is a bit too messy?"

Tyrion's eyes flashed thoughtfully.

"Dirty?" Grand Maester Pycelle didn't seem to understand what the king meant.

"Your Majesty, there are too many people in King's Landing City. The Academy has already done research on this aspect. With the current conditions, there is no better way to deal with the garbage and smell in the city. And..."

Erin interrupted, "Grand Scholars are too forgetful. Your Majesty is a holy king favored by the gods. How can he be compared to ordinary people in the Academy City?"

Tyrion smiled. "May the gods bless King's Landing with no stink, and the air is as fresh as the king's forest."

Joffrey glanced at Tyrion. "This is where your help is needed."

Tyrion felt badly.

Hannah found a roll of blueprints and spread them out on the long table, "This is a sketch of the sewer building drawn by His Majesty himself. After the construction is successful, I believe that Lord Tyrion, your prayers will come true."

Tyrion begged with a bitter face, "Change someone else, I can count copper coins, I can read by candle, but sewers are not my specialty."

Joffrey looked at James, who was in shiny armor, and seemed to be hesitating whether to change in his eyes.

Thinking of the stinky sewage, James immediately betrayed Tyrion, "My good brother, don't say that, isn't it your credit for the cleanliness of Casterly Rock City? Don't refuse, this job must be yours."

Tyrion glared at James in disbelief, and finally had to agree.

"I hope the people of King's Landing can be a little grateful, and stop calling me weird nicknames." Tyrion laughed at himself.

Joffrey asked again, "Is this clean enough?"

The bachelor didn't answer the call.

Erin expressed emotion, "Maybe it's clean on the surface, but even though I've only been an intelligence chief for half a month, I've seen the filth in people's hearts, far more than a hundred or ten thousand sewers. "

Hannah felt the same way, "It's time to clean up these guys."

The Hound agreed. "Renly can't get beyond the walls of King's Landing, but the city rats might sneak into the Red Keep."

The king did not speak, but looked at the others quietly.

Tyrion held up his hands, "I agree. The sewer is only the most superficial dirt, and it must be done thoroughly."

Ser Barristan greeted the king. "The Kingsguard will fear nothing if your Grace needs it."

The smile on James' face was still bright, "I'm also an iron guard."

The eyes of the king and all the ministers turned to the only grand scholar who hadn't spoken yet, and Pycelle's beard immediately twitched.

"Your Majesty, if you need advice from a bachelor, please feel free to ask."

Pycelle's rare enunciation was clear and fluent, full of emotion.

"Okay!" Joffrey seemed to have suddenly made up his mind, "Since everyone is so determined, I naturally won't disagree."

Tyrion watched silently as the king delivered his orders.

"Elin, Hannah, and Pycelle, you are responsible for registering and classifying everyone in the city and the Red Castle."

"Tyrion, you are responsible for sorting out all the industries in the city."

"The Ministry of War and the King's Landing Garrison assist in the operation. It is necessary to maintain a stable situation in the city and prevent riots."

"Five days later, in the early hours of the morning, the gates of the city will be sealed, and the whole city will act at the same time."

"All wandering, suspicious, and dangerous personnel will be imprisoned, repaired and supplied to the research department. All vague, unowned, and key industries will be confiscated and supplied to the army."

"Remember, the gods are watching us." The king looked devout.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The ministers all respected.

Tyrion couldn't see the real thoughts of his colleagues, but the doubts in his heart were hard to resolve:

How to do it?
All, all, everything, these words are not words that can become facts.

(End of this chapter)