Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web.

Chapter 67: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes

Bloodraven awoke from a dream.

Heh~

He exhaled a deep breath of stale air, the sound echoing in the cave, revealing the faint weakness of a dying man.

He hadn't had a green dream in a long time.

As is widely known, greenseers and some people with powerful talents possess the green vision, and can sometimes see metaphors and symbols foreshadowing the future in their dreams.

Although the content of the dream may not be understood at the time, the development of events often confirms its truth.

This dream was just as difficult to understand.

He dreamed that he was trapped in countless pillars of flame, the flames twisting and dancing, transforming into shapes such as wolves, deer, lions, fish, etc., all filled with anger and sternness, all the flames scolding his schemes and calculations.

What does this mean?

Bloodraven's heart was filled with unease, these omens were definitely not a good thing, could it be that I dreamed of my own death?

If that were the case, a greenseer who had seen through the affairs of the world should gladly accept his fate.

Bloodraven was not that kind of person.

He decided to try his best to salvage the situation. He had spent too much energy on the Wall recently, something must have happened in the south, he had to take a look at the south.

He completely entered the weirwood tree beneath him, plunging into the boundless dark earth and roots, his vision jumping between the godswoods of castles, listening to the whispers and prayers under the heart trees.

The heart tree of Winterfell heard the troubles of Robb Stark and many others, the usurper and the treacherous Grey Wolf were still on the road, the North could be considered peaceful.

But since a week ago, the heart tree had become completely lonely, no one approached it anymore, why?

The heart tree of Riverrun saw the ravens coming from the north, and then also lost its confessors and worshippers, and someone even approached with an axe.

The heart tree of the Red Keep welcomed many melancholy attendants and courtiers.

They whispered their dissatisfaction with the new Master of the Red Keep in the woods, vaguely exchanging their views on the two offending members of the Small Council.

They were still asking, is that Bloodraven still alive?

Bloodraven's consciousness suddenly trembled.

I'm exposed?! Did the captured singer tell the son of that usurper?

Bloodraven worked even harder to examine the memories of the heart trees. From the south to the north, from castles to the wilderness.

Finally, on a weirwood tree in a forest in the Riverlands that didn't even have a face, he heard that person's whisper.

Joffrey Baratheon.

"Weirwood, oh weirwood, you can hear me, right."

That person looked straight over, as if he was talking face-to-face with Bloodraven now.

"I hope we can get to Father in time, I hope Bloodraven's attack comes later, so that Father and the others can all be spared from harm."

Bloodraven felt a sense of foreboding.

"What kind of animals will Bloodraven control to launch an attack? The beasts of the Riverlands could never hurt a warrior like my father, he must have racked his brains to choose peerless beasts."

"But he would never have thought that the conspiracy has already been exposed."

Bloodraven understood Joffrey's dark intentions, how vicious! Moreover, this guy can also control beasts?!

"Winterfell and Riverrun already know about the eyes hidden in the godswoods, and they also know about Bloodraven's malice towards the King and Lord Eddard, his hatred for the current Seven Kingdoms. He can no longer unscrupulously spy on the Seven Kingdoms."

So that's how it is.

"Bloodraven's conspiracy against the Red Keep is already too late to stop, but there is still hope for Father's side."

The changes in the Red Keep were actually the work of this anomaly!

"Unless Bloodraven monitors Father every moment, launching an attack before the messenger arrives, I hope he hasn't done that."

Bloodraven calculated the time, Robert was probably already dead.

Bloodraven understood, the flames in the dream symbolized the anger of the south towards him now.

Can this unfounded accusation still be cleared up?

Bloodraven didn't hold much hope. His early court life had left him with many valuable experiences. How could an outsider prove his innocence to the world? Even if he cut open his stomach and took out his heart, it might not be useful.

Moreover, there were still those three singers already in the south.

Their existence and every word were powerful accusations and irrefutable evidence against him.

"Bloodraven is really a terrible enemy."

Compared to this newly rising anomaly, he, trapped in the Haunted Forest, had almost no power to resist.

Several direct and indirect confrontations had ended in failure.

Exposing information unfavorable to this guy to the lords of the south? His image had already been greatly compromised, the effect was unknown, but he himself was very likely to be eliminated first.

Mutual destruction was already the best ending.

"Wise man of the Children of the Forest, greenseer beyond the Wall, I sincerely ask you, be sure to remove the evil Bloodraven as soon as possible."

Bloodraven couldn't help but be stunned.

"At that time, the people of the Seven Kingdoms will rejoice for this, and you will also become the throne's closest friend."

"The gods have granted me unimaginable divine power, ordering me to establish a heaven on earth. I am willing to share this glory with you, the power of life, resurrection, light, and redemption are all in it."

"Please consider it carefully, I have to continue on my way, goodbye."

Bloodraven withdrew from the weirwood tree.

The cave was still dark and silent, as if it had never changed, very suitable for the dead to rest, living things were the anomalies here.

He muttered to himself, "Who am I?"

A singer happened to walk into the cave holding food, "You are the last greenseer."

Countless images appeared in Bloodraven's mind.

The fair heart-shaped face of the lover he deeply loved, her long silver hair, her charming eyes, one blue and one green, her smooth back.

Cold Iron's gloomy and angry face, his annoying personal sigil, his delusional thoughts and wild words about Shiera.

And the gentle and kind good brother, and the Blackfyre Rebellion he fought for.

He himself commanded the shooting to death of Daemon Blackfyre and his two sons, and more blurred figures also jumped before his eyes.

They all waved to him, then walked away, gradually dissipating into nothingness.

The greenseer sighed, "Yes, I can hardly remember it anymore, I am the last greenseer."

Anomaly, what are your intentions? What are you doing?

Joffrey was communicating with the Red Keep. Hannah and the Hound were reporting on the specific results of the past two days.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty…"

Joffrey interrupted Hannah, passing on a message, "It's too early, the King is still alive and well, I am just the Crown Prince."

"Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Hannah immediately changed her words, "Thanks to His Majesty's attention, thanks to His Highness's blessing.

Currently, we have taken over a thousand little birds from Varys, and cleared out more than three hundred rebels who refused to obey.

We have seized sixty-two brothels and more than two hundred taverns and other shops from Littlefinger's hands. The heads of the treasury, the mint, and the port have all sworn allegiance to the throne, and most of the merchants in the city are operating normally, with only a few troublemakers."

Joffrey was very satisfied, "It's good to be quiet. Don't cause panic, King's Landing can't be in chaos."

Hannah was very confident, "Thanks to His Majesty's mercy, pardoning these people's sins, they naturally won't stand up for traitors."

The Hound asked, "What should we do with Varys and Littlefinger?"

Joffrey still wanted to squeeze out more benefits, "Cut off their limbs, castrate Littlefinger. Show them the power of magic, tell them that only by obediently listening and proving their value can they become normal people again."

The Hound couldn't help but feel a chill.

"You just need to do your best to maintain the stability of the Red Keep and King's Landing, it won't take too long." Joffrey's eyes were deep, "It will be soon. Tomorrow I will be able to reunite with Father and the others."

Will I really be able to cry then?

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