Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 22 A Game

On February 2st, the afternoon sun was dazzling.

Queen Cersei's army finally appeared outside the Lion's Gate in King's Landing.

The gatekeepers in golden robes graciously dispersed the dense crowd at the gate, clearing the way for the queen and her party.

The huge wheel palace of the queen moved slowly among the procession.

Ser Jaime rode ahead.

He was wearing a set of intricately carved white enamelled scales, and the long white cloak unique to the Kingsguard, which made the gilded long sword at his waist more eye-catching.

"Kingslayer" held his head high, as if returning triumphantly, imprinting the sharp and proud smile on his face in the hearts of countless passers-by.

Behind the Kingslayer was a black cloth-covered carriage, and Joffrey followed closely behind.

Before he entered the Lion's Gate, the strong smell of humans and animals poured into his nostrils, making Joffrey, who was used to the fresh air in the wild, feel the "style" of King's Landing again.

He could only endure and try to focus on the sights along the way.

As soon as you pass through the Lion's Gate, you can see a large area of ​​dense and low-rise houses, and many children and teenagers are lying on the window side watching curiously.

Going further into the city, there are more and more hotels, taverns, warehouses, shops and brothels.These places are not very interested in the beauty of the queen, only the golden dragon and silver deer can knock on these doors.

The streets are very crowded, and when viewed from the height of horseback, only countless heads and faces in dazzling costumes can be seen.

Commoners, knights, traders, craftsmen, beggars, mercenaries, tourists, prostitutes, gang members...

In the middle of the journey, the field of vision suddenly widened, and the huge statue of Baelor I had a compassionate expression, occupying the center of the field of vision.He raised his head, and finally saw the whole picture of the holy and dazzling Baelor Cathedral.

The center of the faith of the Seven Gods, guarded by seven crystal towers, and a magnificent sanctuary made of pure white marble.

religion.His thoughts were racing.

Are the Seven real beings, or imaginary idols?

Is the power of R'hllor, the Lord of Light, some kind of magic, or another mysterious power?

The convoy then arrived at the large square in the center of the city, then went straight all the way, passed Aegon High Hill, returned to the Red Keep, and entered the bronze gate.

When the queen returned to the palace, the servants naturally had to greet and wait on her early, and the scene was quite lively.

He came to his senses.

I'm going to be the wayward prince again.

The crown prince got off his horse and waited expectantly for the soldiers to remove the black cloth on the carriage in front of him.

The four soldiers tugged together, and the living things under the black cloth saw the sunlight again.

A group of servants roared loudly.

"My Father, what a miracle this is!"

"Monster! Monster!!"

Joffrey pinched his waist and laughed triumphantly.

"Be afraid, this is my mount, mine!"

The servants hurriedly gathered around to compliment the Crown Prince.

It wasn't until the carriage carrying the giant lion arrived at the stables that Joffrey left the "mount" contentedly and prepared to go back to his room.

A little bit surprised and a little bit clear, he bumped into Littlefinger on the way.

"Your Highness,"

Littlefinger still acted like his most loyal vassal.

"First of all, I would like to congratulate you for owning such a majestic mount. It is really a gift from the gods. But I have another piece of good news."

He glanced up at the Crown Prince. "Do you remember the dragon eggs on Naming Day? Here they are."

Joffrey looked delighted, "Why don't you take me to see it?"

Littlefinger bowed to his command.

"I would like to ask you a little question. Unfortunately, your servant Erin was cursed by the storm and did not return with the ship, but stayed alone in Pentos. Do you think?"

Joffrey frowned slightly, "What a loser to me! Leave him alone, just die over there!"

"Where's my dragon egg?"

"Your Highness, don't worry about it, it has been sent to your room."

Joffrey gave Littlefinger an appreciative look.

On the steps of Maegor's Tower, Tyrion was sitting in front of Joffrey's bedroom, reading an ancient book intently.

Noticing the figure in front of him, Tyrion gently closed the ancient book.

"Good nephew, you came back too late, I can't wait. Littlefinger is too much, he doesn't want me to see what the dragon egg looks like first."

Joffrey understood what he meant.

"Huh, he did a good job. I am their owner, so of course I can't show them casually."

The two entered Joffrey's room together.

A simple and heavy cedar box is placed on the most conspicuous stone table in the center of the hall.

My dragon egg!

Joffrey unlocked and slowly lifted the lid, and Tyrion tiptoed to see every detail.

Produced on the finest velvet and brocade in the Free Cities, three huge eggs that the two had been thinking of lay quietly.

The surface of the eggshell of a dragon egg is covered with tiny scales, which emit a metallic luster in the sunlight.

One is dark green, with various bronze spots all over its body;

One is pale milky white with gold streaks;

The last one was black, like a midnight ocean, but with dark red waves and swirls of life.

The patterns and colors are as rich as colored glaze, as round as ceramics, and as clear as glass.

"so beautiful."

Tyrion sighed obsessively.

He thought of the keel beneath the Red Keep.Black as agate, smooth and clean, it seems to sparkle in the light of a torch.

It turns out that the dragon eggs are even more stunningly beautiful.

"Joffrey, black, green, white, which one do you dislike the most?" That's mine.

Green was the last thing Joffrey wanted, of course.

"Well, it looks good, it's more than enough for decoration. Uncle, do you want it?"

He held out his hand to Tyrion. "Bring me something."

Tyrion shook his head.

"Oh, what a cheapskate."

He looked at Hannah who was standing beside Joffrey, and took out a roll of parchment from his arms.

"I thought of a very interesting new game. If His Highness is satisfied, please don't forget to give me a reward."

Joffrey unrolled the scroll.

Prime Minister's death:

The investigation time is insufficient, and it is suspected that Littlefinger, Varys, and Paycell are involved.

intelligence:

475 secret personnel have been recruited, 194 of Varys' subordinates, 289 of Littlefinger's subordinates have been identified, and more than [-] pieces of information about King's Landing City personnel.

Dark child:

Stannis' personal cook Dick, Renly's freerider Morrie, and King's Landing garrison soldiers are 26 people on standby.

"Is this game guaranteed to win me?"

Tyrion spread his hands, "How can there be a 100% winning game? All I can say is that Your Highness has a greater chance of winning."

Joffrey frowned.

Is the probability of the assassination successful?It seems to be more prepared.

"Hannah," Joffrey also handed Tyrion a note, "help my uncle send this verdant dragon egg back, so he won't get tired on the way."

Hannah picked up the face-sized dragon egg in both hands, and nodded to Tyrion with a smile.

"Lord Tyrion, please give me more advice in the future."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Tyrion felt that things were not simple.

When Tyrion walked to the door, Joffrey patted his head as if he suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, let's go to the city tomorrow to have a good day."

"After all, I'm going to the north the day after tomorrow. The place is terribly cold, poor and run-down. I'm afraid it's not interesting."

Tyrion turned silkily and saluted, before disappearing around the corner of the door.

Joffrey returned to his egg.

At this time, there is no one else.

He lightly stroked the two newly acquired treasures, with excitement and anticipation in his eyes.

The future black dragon Drogon, the white dragon Viserys, and the newly sent green dragon Rhaego, he can see what they have in common—three faint patterns.

One represents the fire rune, and the other two unknown are the great harvest that is close at hand.

Even if I can't hatch dragon eggs, as long as I have these runes, sooner or later I will be able to create my own dragon!

On the other hand, Tyrion returned to his den.

After carefully examining the arrangement of the room, he read the message Joffrey had given him.

Hand it all over to Hannah? !

He immediately understood Hannah's greeting just now.

Heh, dwarves do things and women enjoy them. This is the fate I can't get rid of.

He read on, his expression became more and more serious, and then he burned the parchment into ashes, staring at the candle in silence.

First.

Did you choose Stannis...

(End of this chapter)