Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 94 Sam and the Research Department
"The day after tomorrow is Sunday, Sam, please be more careful." Cobain encouraged softly.

Samwell Tarly raised his head from the ancient scrolls all over the floor and the faintly fluorescent glass. The old man in front of him looked eager, like a grandfather looking forward to the growth of his younger generation.

Sam forced a smile, "I understand."

Cobain left satisfied.

It wasn't until the old man's back completely disappeared that Sam finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he touched his neck, it was so slippery and wet that he was already sweating.

Fortunately, it should not have been found.

Sam lowered his head, the light on the glass on his lap had completely disappeared, and his own image was being reflected on the surface.

Staring at the pair of eyes that belonged to him on the screen, Sam was in a daze.

He is a little tired.

From the heir of the Tully family to the apprentice of the grand maester, and now, the vision in Sam's mind has almost never become a reality.

He knew that his father didn't want to see himself fat and cowardly, and sooner or later his younger brother Dickon would be his heir, so he didn't have much resistance to the new life in King's Landing, at least he could continue to study and learn to become a knowledgeable bachelor without worrying about his livelihood.

At the beginning, it was stable, even beautiful.

There are countless books in the Red Castle, some of which are extremely rare and cannot be seen outside. With the permission of Grand Maester Pycelle, he burrowed into the pile of books all day and all night, like a greedy little mouse, gnawing desperately Fascinating knowledge in each book.

Every biography writes a person's life, every history depicts the stories that happened in the past, and every song sings the praise or confide in people's hearts.

There are also countless delicacies, harps and music, and bachelors who are also dedicated to knowledge.Almost perfect except no friends.

Sam had thought it would last a long, long time like this.As everyone has discussed, the crown prince probably only wanted him here on a whim, and he was still an inconspicuous apprentice under Pycelle in the end.

But the changes in the Red Castle were so violent and abrupt.

In just one morning, two important imperial ministers became prisoners suspected of treason. The whole team of gold robes settled in, looking extremely ferocious, as if they were trying to kill everyone with their eyes.

Is this related to everyone in the Red Keep?Sam was tempted to say it was irrelevant, but that was clearly not the case.

The bachelor began to be busy and relaxed.

Externally, the grand maester is ill, and his daily work has been reduced to almost non-existent.

Internally, Sam saw with his own eyes the Grand Maester writing letters one after another on the table, some were burned directly, some were mailed, and some were tied to the letter crow with his own hands, and he felt at ease watching the letter crow take off .

There is also the headmaster Hannah who is in full swing, busy all day calling the servants of the Red Castle to give lectures.

Sam didn't know the inside story, he only saw people worrying about the past, coming out with a serious face, or never seeing a trace again.

Those things made Sam realize that a living person can disappear so quietly.

Sam could only silently miss the life he had gradually adapted to, the new cook, the new faces, the new rules, and the new atmosphere.

But these new balances were quickly disturbed.

The news of King Robert's death came back to the city.That day, the bells all over the city were roaring crazily, causing people's ears to hurt, and lying on the bed from time to time suspecting that the bells were still ringing.

That night, Sam couldn't see clearly, but there must have been some changes in the Red Castle. It felt unspeakable, but it made people feel uneasy even reading a book.

After the night of the bells, people continued to persuade him to get in touch with the outside world, and the Grand Scholar also began to take him on trips more frequently.Sam vaguely guessed that it was because of the crown prince who hadn't met yet.

This feeling seems to be good.Sam began to look forward to what the new king would look like.

Until Renly, the Minister of Justice disappeared, Loras, the Knight of Hundred Flowers, and the Redwyne twins were inexplicably low-key, and people turned the Red Castle into an uncomfortable look.

Sam still couldn't see the truth clearly, but he had a premonition of an uneasy future.

I just didn't expect the change to come so quickly.

He was suddenly appointed as a full-time historian, responsible for recording the contents of the imperial meeting.

Sam was a little excited at first, but after just one imperial meeting, he was only full of bewilderment and fear.

Every word the king said was appalling, as if he couldn't wait to completely overthrow the Seven Kingdoms.

Duke Tywin sat proudly opposite the king, his eyes could affect half of the imperial meeting, and every word he uttered was neither humble nor overbearing, and well-founded.

Prime Minister Eide opposed almost all issues, and honor and tradition were the most frequent words in his mouth.

Queen Cersei sometimes helps Lord Tywin, sometimes agrees with the king, sometimes satirizes Prime Minister Eddard, and sometimes willfully curses someone who is absent or present.

There is also his own master, Grand Maester Pycelle, who is inconspicuous among the ministers present, and almost only echoes Duke Tywin's speech.

This is the imperial meeting I want to record?

Sam quietly huddled in the corner, only daring to move the pen in his hand quietly and carefully, for fear of attracting the attention of any minister with too much movement.

Sam is quite keenly aware that the ministers will not like the records written by him as a historian, and the more real and detailed the more disgusting they will be.But cover up a little?The king obviously wouldn't agree.

Sam lived restlessly like this until the last few days.

For some reason, after Duke Tywin left King's Landing, the king sent him to the research department, saying it was a "secondment".

Since then, Sam has been deeply trapped in this room, and it is difficult to get out.

His task is quite complicated.

At the beginning, I sorted out ancient books and scrolls to find specific words and phrases;

Later, the fixed-format content was screened and input into the "database", which was the luminous glass scattered on the ground;

Another is to test the performance and effectiveness of each "God's Grace Module", score the user experience, and try to give suggestions and make improvements;
When doing this kind of task, you only need to use different divine grace modules, you can easily get dozens of slightly different divine grace light curtains, and there are many changes in the operations that can be taken on the light curtains.And what he has to do is to choose the best one to use.

It turns out that this is the secret of divine grace, and it turns out that mortals can also touch such a great miracle.At that time, Sam couldn't help but secretly excited.

It's a pity that the work of the research department is not only these.

The old man with a kind smile is actually in charge of the most critical and darkest "work" of the research department. All experiments that need to consume materials are managed by the old man.

Sam never imagined that such normal suggestions as "the sound is harsh", "the vibration is too weak", "the pattern is a bit awkward after a long time" actually cost five lives and created two insane lunatics .

No wonder the old man was expelled from the Academy City and took back the necklace that symbolized his bachelor status.

Sam sighed, but still clicked on the "workbench" on his lap, and the glass screen lit up, showing his unfinished tasks for today.

The task on the workbench is counting down.

Before the end of tomorrow, he will divide half of King's Landing City into [-] small pieces with roughly equal populations to facilitate blockade and control, and mark all passages.

It's okay to draw a line, although it is very tiring, at least no one will die, right?

Sam consoled himself.

(End of this chapter)