Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web.

Chapter 99 Flea Bottom

It was noon.

The Fourth Clearance Team finally faced its greatest challenge: Flea Bottom.

This place was home to the most wretched and impoverished people in King's Landing, composed of narrow alleys and haphazardly built shacks, the only refuge for beggars, orphans, and the homeless.

It was also the biggest tumor of King's Landing.

For centuries, Flea Bottom had been a lawless place, known for its chaos and ubiquitous stench.

Even the gold cloaks on patrol were unwilling to approach, letting this slum and its discarded people rot as they pleased.

But today, even Flea Bottom was within the scope of the city-wide purge.

The Fourth Clearance Team's task was quite arduous.

Standing at the edge of grid 441, Theon Greyjoy frowned, his face full of disgust and revulsion.

"Flea Bottom is even more disgusting than I imagined, worse than a pigsty!"

Since joining the gold cloaks, Theon had been patrolling the Red Keep and the city's prosperous areas, and this was the first time he had seen Flea Bottom's condition with his own eyes.

It was unimaginably filthy, filled with all kinds of garbage that assaulted the eyes.

Theon really didn't want to step into it.

No wonder His Majesty wanted to tear it down and rebuild it completely. Theon recalled the task the King had personally instructed, and immediately felt it was even more difficult and tricky.

Colonel Jorah Mormont of the Department of the Army beside him also had a solemn expression.

"Commander Theon, the situation here is complicated. Not only is the environment complex and crowded, but the people are also chaotic and ignorant. I'm afraid it won't be easy to carry out His Majesty the King's orders."

From his interactions that morning, Jorah's evaluation of Theon was neither good nor bad. In general, he was a young man eager to show off, proud and impetuous.

But Jorah did not underestimate this inexperienced colleague.

Regardless of the Greyjoy family's background, Theon's current position alone was enough to show that his status in the King's heart was not low.

You should know that the officers of the Department of the Army were granted ranks such as General, Colonel, Lieutenant Colonel, and Major, and the organization of the Kingsguard, which was reorganized from the King's Landing garrison, was similar.

As the commander of the Kingsguard, Theon was in charge of a thousand men, and he was already at the same level as Jorah, the Colonel of the Department of the Army.

Moreover, in terms of age and future, Theon, who had just come of age, undoubtedly had a brighter future. A young man to be feared.

Jorah suddenly sighed. After this war is over, perhaps it's time to go home and take a look, and leave the stage to the young people, the next generation of the Seven Kingdoms.

Theon's expression gradually calmed down, "I still need Colonel Jorah's support. If we work together, no matter how much filth and stubbornness there is in Flea Bottom, it can only disappear according to His Majesty's wishes!"

Jorah looked ahead, "What are we waiting for, let's begin."

Theon waved his hand behind him, and the Fourth Clearance Team immediately stepped into grid 441.

The people inside were already restless.

The situation this morning was too unusual. Everyone was resting when more than twenty soldiers suddenly broke in, and without saying a word, they gathered everyone in an open space, not allowing them to move, as if they were guarding prisoners.

Originally, this was nothing. Living in a place like Flea Bottom, who hasn't been harassed by the gold cloaks a few times? In the end, they all obediently gave up.

But the soldiers' methods today began to become strange.

Everyone knew very well that there were countless alleys and holes in the houses here. Even after living here for ten or twenty years, no one dared to say that they could figure them all out. It was impossible for just twenty or so newly arrived soldiers to search out everyone.

The people who were unlucky enough to be taken to the open space by the soldiers were actually laughing in their hearts, and even winking at their companions hiding in the dark.

But later, everyone saw with their own eyes that the leading soldier was holding a small white ball, looking at it from time to time, and then letting the soldiers go and catch people back, and it was always accurate! Those caught were usually the most clever guys!

This was terrible!

Everyone understood what this meant. Flea Bottom was no longer everyone's safest little nest. As long as the gold cloaks were willing, they could completely overturn Flea Bottom at any time with just a few hundred or thousands of people!

More and more people gathered in the open space, and the atmosphere became more and more uneasy. What did the gold cloaks want to do?

No one knew.

Occasionally, someone would boldly ask, but they only received perfunctory responses or incomprehensible words.

Unable to get an answer, people quietly gave their own ideas.

Some people thought that they were trying to find a big shot hiding in Flea Bottom, some were worried that the coppers in their hands would not be kept, and some even thought that the gold cloaks were going to kill everyone!

Massacre. This idea uncontrollably entered everyone's heart.

Yes, why not? In the eyes of outsiders, Flea Bottom is only stench, filth, and sin, and should not exist at all. Without Flea Bottom, the big shots would probably only clap their hands and cheer.

Look at the current situation. Everyone has been caught together, and the gold cloaks are not even willing to let go of anyone. What else could it be for?

A large group of bright soldiers approached with a clatter.

Hundreds of eyes in the open space looked over, their eyes revealing numbness, unease, panic, disgust, and resentment.

The officer in black armor and gold robe at the head was very young, "By His Majesty's decree, I, Theon Greyjoy, commander of the Kingsguard, am leading a team to clear Flea Bottom, sort out the alleys and houses, and eliminate rebels. Everyone must cooperate!"

The officer waved his hand, and a large group of people holding crystal balls immediately flashed out behind him, all wearing clothes that were too clean to appear in Flea Bottom.

One of the crystal balls lit up in front of a person, and then spoke on its own, "Lemon Cakes, how much wealth do you have, what assets do you have, how did you obtain them, who can vouch for you?"

Black Dog was stunned for a while in front of this strange voice before he remembered the silver stag he got when the King was crowned.

In order to deal with the person in the table, he temporarily made up a new name for himself, Lemon Cakes.

Before, Black Dog had never tasted it, only smelled the crazy fragrance on the passing cart.

He didn't know why he remembered its name at that time.

But after getting the silver stag that day, Black Dog tasted them to his heart's content. The taste of the cakes crumbling on the tip of his tongue was truly sweet and unparalleled, and he could still clearly recall it now.

My wealth and assets?

The fierceness in Black Dog's eyes gradually faded, turning into inexplicable confusion and sadness, with a strange smile on his face, "No, no, I have none."

The crystal ball spoke again, "Lemon Cakes, are you willing to respond to the royal call and crusade against the rebels?"

Black Dog looked around, and many people in front of him had crystal balls flashing.

Take up swords and sell your life to the King above?

Thinking of the silver stag, and thinking of those cakes, Black Dog still felt that his life was more important.

Black Dog racked his brains and tried to answer as tactfully as possible, "How can someone like me be qualified to go to the battlefield? I'm afraid I'll only cause trouble, so let's not."

The crystal ball flashed, "Lemon Cakes, a person with no identity, assigned to the engineering team, execute immediately."

What engineering team? Before Black Dog could react, the shadows of two soldiers enveloped him from above, followed by four iron-like arms.

Before being completely pressed down, Black Dog twisted his head and saw shining armor in all directions.

No one can escape. He thought amusingly and angrily.

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