Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web.

The black raven arrived at the Red Keep even before Robert Baratheon's coffin.

That day, all the bells in the city began to toll slowly, the deep ringing echoing throughout King's Landing for a long time.

Hundreds of thousands of people stared in astonishment at the bell towers, unable to believe what the booming sounds meant.

The King is dead?

The gazes people exchanged confirmed the truth.

The King is dead!

The Great Sept of Baelor quickly prepared a memorial service for the people to pay their respects, while the High Septon publicly announced that he and the seven archbishops would pray in the secret chamber for seven days for King Robert, beseeching the Seven Gods for blessings.

The plaza in front of the Sept was instantly packed with people, the compassionate statue of Baelor the Blessed and the tolling of the bells proclaiming their feelings.

What mournful bells.

People would always remember the peace and tranquility under King Robert's rule, as well as the King's laughter and the magnificent tourneys.

Were these days to pass away with the bells?

Many people voluntarily mourned for King Robert.

Merchants who had black clothes and fabrics in stock made countless coins as a result, their hands unable to keep up, simply throwing the money into piles, which clinked and clattered melodically.

People's joys and sorrows are just so different.

But no one dared to smile at such a moment.

Even if he thought of the happiest thing, even if he secretly missed the rule of the Targaryen family, even if he hated the Iron Throne and all the nobles.

After all, the King is dead.

The bells tolled incessantly, and people dressed in black clothes and wearing black ribbons poured into the Great Sept like a tide, then flowed out like a flood.

The flood then divided into individuals at a loss.

What should they do now?

People would either stand there dumbfounded for a while, or shed some tears, sob and sigh a few times, lament for a moment, and ultimately had no choice but to silently return to their positions and continue their daily lives.

What else could they do?

People had to live on.

In just half a day.

King Robert's era thus gradually became an irreversible past with people's mourning and departure, becoming an increasingly old piece of history.

The King's death was both sensational and quiet.

King's Landing seemed to have changed a lot because of this, and yet it seemed that nothing had changed.

It seemed to be operating as usual, but undercurrents were surging in the dark.

The Red Keep, of course, was still the center of all whirlpools and undercurrents.

Not one of the courtiers was not praying in the Red Keep's chapel for the beloved King Robert, praying that the Father would judge Robert fairly, praying that the Mother would grant mercy, praying for a hundred blessings.

Their prayers were more formal and longer, but not more sincere than anyone else.

They exchanged glances secretly, trying to hide their true thoughts while curiously spying into the hearts of others.

The transition between friend and foe was just a matter of a moment.

In the glow of the setting sun.

Hanna, the acting Master of Laws, announced the end of the memorial service, and at the same time conveyed the first decree of His Majesty Joffrey I:

Make full preparations for the funeral of the late King Robert Baratheon;

Prepare for the coronation ceremony;

Appoint Tyrion Lannister as Master of Coin;

Appoint Hanna as Master of Laws;

Appoint Sandor Clegane as Commander of the City Watch of King's Landing;

Notify the Seven Kingdoms that Regent Duke Tywin, Regent Queen Cersei, and Regent and Hand of the King Duke Eddard will act as regents until the King comes of age.

All the courtiers knelt down and said respectfully: "Long live His Majesty Joffrey I!"

Renly forced himself to kneel on the ground and say congratulations.

His lifeless expression was not because of sadness, but to hide his inner fear and bewilderment.

Stannis is dead, Robert is also dead, am I next?!

Although there was no evidence, Renly had already determined that the deaths of both were inseparable from the Lannisters.

Wasn't it obvious who benefited the most?

The Lannisters!

Tywin and Cersei are regents, and the Imp has also become a Master of Laws, the Kingslayer can take it one step further at any time, the Red Keep is going to completely belong to the Lannisters.

Renly sadly saw the future not long after.

The Iron Throne was eroded by lions, and Dragonstone also belonged to Joffrey.

After all these years of tossing and turning, all the stag could eventually own was his Storm's End, three hundred years of home, no more, no less, fate really plays tricks on people.

And even if he wanted to get this bleak ending, he would have to escape from King's Landing first to make it possible.

Renly placed all his hope on Loras.

That's right, the Tyrell family is not easy to mess with, the Lannisters are not in King's Landing, these lackeys certainly dare not make decisions on their own, the people of Highgarden will definitely be able to protect my safety, definitely.

Renly could only hope so.

The courtiers gradually dispersed, and Renly followed the crowd to escape, clinging tightly to Loras.

He decided to act tonight.

Hanna stood in the chapel, watching Renly's gradually shrinking back.

She didn't quite understand His Majesty's plan.

Why let Renly go?

Even if the Hound has become too conspicuous to carry out an assassination now, others also have a chance of success, at least they should try.

But she had long learned to remain silent, obey orders, and just do her duty.

She turned to the Hound and said, "Go."

The night was already deep.

Under the dim firelight, dozens of steeds with thick cloth wrapped around their hooves quietly walked from the stables to the side door of the Red Keep, with armored knights holding their reins beside them.

Crack~

The sound of the side door opening was not loud, but it was still frightening in the silent night, and even felt like it could be heard by the entire city.

Renly and Ser Loras both knew it was an illusion.

As long as the action was not leaked, they could quietly leave the Red Keep at any time now, with only one difficult hurdle ahead - the city gate.

The plan prepared tonight was simple: leave the Red Keep, exit the city from the Mud Gate, take a boat to the other side of the Blackwater Rush, and then head south along the Kingsroad to go home.

Unfortunately, thanks to the Hound, the Gold Cloaks are much more cautious now.

The night defense of each city gate has been increased to ten squads, and the captains of the guards have also mostly been replaced by more stubborn people, and people who act very stubborn.

The captain of the Mud Gate guard, Ironhand, was a problem.

This guy has wholeheartedly defected to the Hound and the Lannisters, and probably won't let them pass easily.

Renly was already prepared to fight.

As long as he could get close, dozens of elite knights would be enough to solve those useless Gold Cloaks, and once out of the city gate, there would be nothing to stop him from going home.

The fastest speed, the shortest time, must rush out of the city gate before everyone reacts.

After walking a few hundred steps out of the Red Keep, they mounted their horses and headed straight for the Mud Gate at full speed, scaring countless people's dreams along the way.

The sound of horses' hooves and armor at night made people dare not get up to observe, and they waited until the sound gradually went away before relaxing slightly, secretly guessing what major event was about to happen and whether it would affect their lives.

The knights quickly arrived at Fishmonger's Square, in front of which was the Mud Gate.

Renly saw hope.

Although the city gate was tightly closed, there was only a squad of Gold Cloaks warming themselves by the bonfire, with a Gold Cloak officer standing beside them.

No!

Renly's heart sank, that officer was not Ironhand!

The Hound signaled the Gold Cloaks to open the city gate, "Lord Renly is in such a hurry, why didn't you say goodbye to everyone?"

Renly looked suspiciously at the increasingly wide crack in the city gate, am I asleep, dreaming?

The Hound then stared at Loras, "Why does the Knight of Flowers want to leave the city too?

Don't you want to meet His Majesty?"

Renly tentatively drove his horse forward, and the Hound didn't move.

Renly turned to look at Loras.

Loras smiled sadly, "My good lord, you go, it's better for me to stay here."

Renly was lost, silent for a long time, and still led half of the Stag House knights in the team out of the city gate, heading towards the port.

Many people watched Renly's back until the city gate closed again.

Melisandre extinguished the flames, shaking her head and sighing in disappointment, "It's not you.

The blood of the king is on you, but it's not you."

The ancient books of Asshai predict: "After the long summer, the stars will bleed, Azor Ahai will be reborn in the land of smoke and salt, and awaken the dragons from stone."

Prince of prophecy, where are you?

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