Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 147 The contract is reached
The halls of Rain House City were not damaged.

Under the illumination of the rich light and magic energy, this hall is even more brilliant than before, like a palace where victors gather.

But the atmosphere is obviously not so relaxed and happy.

outside the hall.

The soldiers who landed in the city were still searching around, and the voices of calling for help came and went, sometimes mixed with some screams and wailing.

inside the hall.

Joffrey sat on the throne.

A group of generals and courtiers lived in the hall below the steps, separated from left to right, without saying a word, just cast their eyes on the pair of mother and child in the hall.

Bran Stark, wearing chain mail and hard leather armor and a six-pointed star cloak, performed the duties of an attendant, delivering wine to Joffrey who was sitting quietly, and couldn't help but glance at the mother and child below.

This war is not what Bran imagined.

There was no trace of the cavalry charging, and there was almost no decisive battle with swords. There was only the roar of naval guns full of terror and mysterious power.

Bran's expectations were in vain.

But thinking about it from another angle, this scene is more shocking than the original imagination, with an indescribable and wonderful charm, more attractive than the tower scenery and the collision of swords.

Knight, magic, magic knight.

Bran knew he had climbed a much taller tower and seen worlds further away.

That world is full of unknowns and magic, with endless treasures waiting for people to explore, and countless stories and legends waiting for people to create.

Of course Bran couldn't back down.

He even confirmed a more handsome dream: to become the Kingsguard with the most stories, to set the title of mighty magic knight, louder than "Dragon Knight".

On the battleship, Bran believed so firmly.

however.

What he saw and heard after entering Rain House City made Bran a little more melancholy.

Splintering stones and explosions shaking castles are not all that naval guns can create, there are many more images that one does not want to recall.

Bran is no kid who hasn't seen blood.

Father's giant sword "Ice", as dark as black smoke, swung down, and the heads of the night watchman's deserters rolled down, splashing a cavity of blood on the snow, bright red like grapes brewing summer red.Bran, on the other hand, couldn't take his eyes off the blood.

Martial arts training, horseback riding and archery, historical stories, all kinds of daily life are teaching him what fighting and death are, teaching him understanding and acceptance, dedication and sacrifice.

Bran knew all too well that war kills people, lots and lots of them.

People will fight for their vows to be kings, for the beliefs in their hearts, for the king and their beliefs, for their family and their families.

Death is indeed something to be feared, but one must always be brave and take up the sword.

This is human beings.

Stories are born in war, history is created in swords, and families are brilliant in war.

But Bran had just learned that when the guns roared, the castle and the warriors shattered together, so ugly, so undignified.

War has changed.

Castles were no longer impregnable fortresses, fearful hindrances of countless battles and epic pages, but graveyards of soldiers, targets of naval guns.

The castles should weep.

The knight is no longer holding a long sword and falling down with regret, but a mixture of steel and flesh, a pile of mottled red soil, showing no emotion.

Such a death is undoubtedly the most terrifying.

Bran even thought of Winterfell, wondering how many times it and its tenacious guards could withstand such an attack.

Luckily it's just a hypothesis.Winterfell is not the enemy of naval guns, and Sansa will marry King Joffrey.

Rain House City is too unlucky, Wilder family.

Bran recalled the heraldry taught by his old master Luwin, the wilder, a large swirl of blue-green on a golden background, and the clan language was "call the wind and bring the rain."

Unfortunately, what came this time was not ordinary wind and rain, but an unprecedented flood.

Bran looked at the mother and child in the hall with pity.

Joffrey turned to the Hound and asked, "Sandor, the late Lord Wilder has no heir?"

The hunting dog glanced outside the hall, "They are all dead."

The consul of Rain House City, Mrs. Gerard Weld, added: "Except for the cousin's family, the first heir in line is Little Richard."

Grandma Ge looked at the immature boy in the arms of the woman in the hall, her voice fluctuated slightly.

"Little Richard's father, killed in the previous shelling."

"Fortunately, Mrs. Aianna Valpin is safe and sound. With the careful care of her mother, little Richard will definitely become a qualified lord and serve Her Majesty wholeheartedly."

The women in the hall saluted respectfully, their movements were just right, and there was no trace of resentment on their faces.

Joffrey knew that today's first step must be taken smoothly and cautiously, otherwise it would lead to more violent chaos and resistance.

Archon.

Mrs. Ge is a direct descendant of the Wilder family, if she hadn't joined the Kings Guard, Mrs. Ge herself would be the one who should inherit the title of earl at this time.

If he is used as the first consul of Rain House City, the voice of protest will not be too loud.

Similarly, the Valpin family from which Aianna Valpin was born is far away in the riverlands, and has little influence on Rain House City.

Orphaned and widowed, and a stubborn rebel, it is great luck not to be deprived of everything, but to be able to inherit titles and wealth. How could he dare to claim the power to rule?
At least until Richard was an adult, the mother and son would never dare to raise any objections.

Five years was enough time for Joffrey to achieve his goal.

Just one ceremony away.

Joffrey looked down at Aianna Valpin, who was dressed plainly, "Lady Aianna, do you agree to allow Sir Mrs. Gary to take the title of 'Consul' temporarily and act for the Weld family in the administration of Rain House City?"

Aianna Valpin said in a respectful tone, "It's an honor for Little Richard and Rain House City to have a good man like Sir Mrs. Ge take charge of the affairs."

Joffrey nodded lightly, "That's good. The Wilder family can live a stable life, and Rain House City can continue to operate, fulfill the contract, and help put down the rebellion. I am relieved."

This is Joffrey's plan.

The nobles passed down from generation to generation can only enjoy their wealth and honor, while the consuls are directly appointed by the royal family to carry out the will and teach the people.

Of course, it will be just a plan in the short term.

Taking into account the counterattack of the old forces and the large number of elite talents in the aristocratic class, the new consuls will mainly be appointed from various lord families.

But there will still be the most important changes:
The ruler is no longer determined by the families, but will be dominated by the will of the throne!
"Lord Richard Wilde."

Joffrey beckoned to the 11-year-old boy, "Come forward, accept the canonization, swear allegiance, and pass on the Wilder family."

Aianna Valpin gently encouraged her stunned son with her eyes.

Richard stepped forward alone, walked up to the king step by step, knelt down on one knee, imitated the oaths he had seen and heard before, and signed the contract.

Joffrey put one hand on the top of his head, and it took a long time to let go.

"The contract is reached."

　Chapter 147 has been reviewed, please forgive me

　　
　
(End of this chapter)