Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 194 Truth and Reversal

"Storm's End is not the only one."

He said. "All the castles of Cape Wrath and the Marches have been recovered by His Majesty the King."

what? !

The expressions of the generals in the big tent are even more exciting.

Especially the lords and knights who were born in these families, the anxiety and panic were clearly written on their faces, as if they were about to raise their swords to help.

Renly said nothing, his eyes heavy, waiting for more information from his castellan.

Cortnay Penrose looked indifferent.

"Sir Mr. Ge of the Wilder family became the Kingsguard, and now he is in charge of Rain House City under the name of 'Consul'."

Everyone couldn't help being suspicious.

"Richard Wilde inherited the family name, surrendered to the Iron Throne as the Earl of Rainhouse City, and swore to release all other contracts, including his allegiance to Storm's End."

There were rustling footsteps outside the big tent.

Many looked down in thought, some looked at King Renly, and some cast concerned glances at the aged Ser Moonveld.

Cortanay Penrose looked at Mond Verde.

"Unfortunately, your nephew, Earl Caspar Wilder, unfortunately died in the battle. The warriors who have a higher priority than Earl Richard in the line of succession are brave, but also..."

Ser Moonveld's beard and hair trembled.

"An honorable death in battle should not cause rancor. But I still have to ask, what is a 'consul'?"

Everyone immediately pricked up their ears.

According to the instructions, Cortanay Penrose carefully explained:
"Times are about to change.

For the unity and peace of the Seven Kingdoms, to meet the challenges of the doomsday with a better attitude, and to make the country prosperous and strong, His Majesty will gradually promote institutional changes under his rule, and govern the country with elected officials such as consuls.

but.

Nobles still enjoy a respected status, the title of title is inherited as before, and the consul can be selected from the family first. "

The reassurance in the second half of the sentence has no effect.Words that should be least expected are noticed.

priority?elected?

Isn't it natural for a lord to rule a fief?

Even if the lord is an idiot who doesn't understand anything, it should be handled within the family. How can the king intervene in the household affairs of the nobles?
There has never been a precedent!

On the other side of the Narrow Sea, the free trade city-states would use ridiculous elections to determine their rulers, and the result would be frequent turmoil and plots and assassinations.How can it compare to the nobles who have been passed down for thousands of years?

The air in the big tent was even more oppressive.

But the king had already done so.The war is unfavorable, how to deal with it in the future?
Everyone's expressions were different.

"Earl Elton Ismond." Cortanay Penrose looked at the three generations of the Ismond family.

"Your brother, Sir Lomas Eastmond, has been appointed as the consul of Greenstone Castle. Fortunately, Greenstone Castle has not suffered much damage. I believe you will see an even more beautiful Greenstone Castle after you return safely."

The heir to the old Earl of Esmond, Sir Aemon still did not hold his breath, "I am more suitable than Uncle Lomas in terms of rights and talents!"

Cortnay Penrose shook his head, "It's a pity you weren't there, ser."

Before Aemon Ismond could speak again, Cortnay had already looked at the next person, "Ser Donnel Swann, your younger brother, Sir Baron Swann of the Kingsguard, has become the consul of Stonehelm City .”

Donnel Swan had a complicated expression and didn't speak.

Then came another one.

"Earl Bryce Cullen, your illegitimate brother has been legalized by His Majesty the King to serve as the consul of Nightsong City in the name of Roland Cullen."

"Lord Lister Morrigan, you..."

Only Kotnai's sentence was left in the big tent, and every time he finished speaking, at least one person's expression changed suddenly and he was at a loss.

At last.

"Ser Loras Tyrell of the Kingsguard has been appointed Consul of Highgarden and is on his way to Highgarden to broker a marriage with Lady Margaery."

Cortanay Penrose saluted and finished his speech.

After a brief silence, the big tent was full of excitement.Everyone vented the accumulated emotions in their hearts, arguing and arguing with red faces, bluntly speaking decisively, euphemistically admonishing, repeatedly questioning, and making generous statements...

Lord Randyll Tarly looked calmly, watching King Renly's reaction calmly.

The situation was completely reversed in just one day.

Both the south and the north have become the enemy's territory, and Storm's End and the coast in the east block the way forward. The choice of "Queen of Thorns" will determine whether the west is a Jedi or a way out.

Will High Court pick the losing side?

King Renly looked calm.Randyll Tarly looked away, and turned to his son Dickon.

After three to five years of training, Dickon will become an excellent warrior and general.Ten or eight years later, he can also be a qualified lord.

Is it too long?

Will Horn Hill also have "archons"?Who will the king choose, Sam?
Is there any hope of winning the war?

Randyll Tully was never blindsided.Even if only based on known intelligence, King Joffrey's strength is far beyond what the coalition forces can handle.

The size of the Royal Fleet is only limited by the number of skilled crews, at least a few hundred warships can be maintained.

Castles and fortifications were still strong shields to King Joffrey's army, but they were of little use to their own side, sometimes becoming obstacles to maneuver.

Strong light and loud noise, if you count the unproven flame and healing...

Randyll Tarly sighed silently.

Hundreds of thousands of years of common battlefield experience may become obsolete.Will there be evenly matched wars in the future?What would that look like?
Randyll Tarly suddenly wanted to see it.

The uproar lasted for a while before it gradually subsided. The people who had calmed down all looked at the calm king, hoping that the king would make some kind of decision.

Renly and Cortnay Penrose stared deeply.

"Ser, what if my answer is no? Will you continue to support Joffrey and draw your sword at me?"

Renly opened his chest.

"If so, come, ser. Come in with your sword, and I will not resist. End this war here!"

People were dumbfounded, not knowing what the king meant.

"Ah~"

Cortnay Penrose sighed melancholy, "Look at me, where is the sword?"

In an instant.

The text on the light curtain of divine grace was marked red, and Edric's face and King Joffrey's voice filled his entire mind at the same time.

What is the choice?What is betrayal?What is worth protecting?

Cortnay Penrose knelt on one knee.

"Since you are determined to do so, I have no choice but to accompany you to the end. No matter what, it is just a death. Of course, it is best to succeed and let you sit on the Iron Throne that you deserve."

"Lord Renly."

Everyone in the big tent was stunned and couldn't accept this shocking reversal for a while.

"His Majesty."

Cortnay Penrose raised his head calmly, "I have a plan."

Renly smiled heartily.

(End of this chapter)