Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 62 The Change of the Red Castle
It was just early morning.

The throne room of the Red Castle was already full of guards.

One or two hundred guards had crowned stags on their armor or cloaks, and a hundred more wore dark red Lannister-style armor.

Varys and Petyr looked at each other, knowing it was time.

click, click, click...

Two rows of gold robes passed the two of them in a long procession, their armour, marching towards the throne room.

This is a garrison team stationed at the Red Fort. There are about 300 people. In the usual imperial meeting, at most one-third of them are dispatched. Today, they are all here.

Leading the team was Janos Slynt, Commander of the King's Landing Garrison.

The humble commander was short and stocky, with much more greed than a barrel belly, but he also knew how to serve the king.

"Haha, Lord Petyr, Lord Varys, you can rest assured that the boys under my command are enough to guarantee safety. When His Majesty the King returns, he will definitely see the intact Red Castle!" the commander assured, patted his chest.

Littlefinger chuckled and said, "Master Varys, shall we go in together?"

Varys sighed, "I really don't know what is so important that I have to announce it at this time. In order for His Majesty's Red Castle to continue to operate as usual, I slept very late last night."

"Who knows," Littlefinger agreed.

They were really puzzled.

Investigating the intelligence of the ministers, buying or assassinating the golden robes in the city, and holding an imperial meeting almost at the same time, the Red Castle and the people in the city can also suppress the subsequent resistance.The plan seems very feasible, at least it is no problem to win them.

But why do you think they can't find out?

Once this plan was leaked ahead of time, how could a little maid and a hound fighting alone win over two well-established imperial ministers?Not even the Lannisters!
But the fact is that the two of them did find out and made strong preparations for a counterattack.

The situation is very good.

Slight doubts and uneasiness are just instinctive reactions and can be ignored.

So Varys and Petyr gave way to each other, and finally stepped confidently through the gate of the throne room.

In the hall stood all the courtiers and ladies of the Red Castle.

Beneath the sharp Iron Throne stood the familiar council table. At the table sat Grand Maester Pycelle and Lord Lord Renly. There were no empty seats.

Beside the throne stood the Steward of the Red Keep, the four Kingsguard, and Hannah, her maid.

Petyr glanced around, "My lords are so diligent, Lord Varys and I were the last to arrive. Has the meeting started yet?"

The Grand Maester coughed, "My lords, please understand, but the head of His Highness the Crown Prince, Miss Hannah, said that there is an urgent order from His Majesty the King that needs to be announced in public, so..."

Varys understood the opponent's plan.

Secret decree?It's an old-fashioned way, but unfortunately it is useful in many cases.

Hannah walked to the meeting table and showed a sealed scroll, the encapsulated disc was stamped with the royal seal of the king.

"My lords, please circulate them one by one to check whether His Majesty's secret decree is well sealed and whether the imperial seal is true, and then please read it out in public."

Hannah got this volume of secret papers from the Hound, and it just came in handy today.

She handed it to Grand Maester Pycelle first.

The grand maester looked at it carefully for a long time, then nodded silently, and passed the secret decree to Renly.

"I believe in the eyes of the grand maester." Renly glanced at Hannah with a half-smile, and directly passed the secret order to the courtier next to him.

One by one, the decrees finally reached Varys and Littlefinger standing in the middle of the hall.

Varys rubbed the scroll with his slippery palm, and praised again and again: "It's beautifully made. Especially the crowned stag on the wax clay, majestic and strong, with clear lines, what doubts can I have?"

He handed it to Littlefinger.

Littlefinger took it respectfully, gave Renly and the commander of the garrison an inexplicable look, then strode forward to hand it back to Pycelle, and retreated to the center of the hall.

"It seems that there are some mistakes in today's arrangement, so Lord Varys and I have to make do with it and stand here to listen to the orders."

The atmosphere in the Throne Hall immediately became extremely delicate.

The courtiers and nobles were already deeply suspicious of today's unusual summons, but now they witnessed such a scene with their own eyes, even the dullest people knew that something big was about to happen.

Pycelle unwrapped the scroll and cleared his throat.

The throne room was immediately silent, and hundreds of pairs of eyes were all cast on the old grand maester.

Joffrey, far away at the Neck, was also watching intently.

In less than a breath, the grand maester's eyes widened, and his long white beard trembled violently.

Everyone held their breath, what is it?
After murmuring indistinctly for a while, the grand scholar finally recited resolutely:

"Here is the will of Robert I of House Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Warden of the Realm.

I hereby declare treason to the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Baelish of House Petyr, and Varys, Chief of Intelligence.Two people..."

There was an uproar in the hall!
Marin Tran, the Royal Guard next to the throne, immediately shouted, "Silence!!"

Then people suddenly fell silent, and looked at the two ministers standing in the center who were being judged, but saw two indifferent faces.

... Colluding with the foreign enemy 'Blood Raven' Brynden River, illegally confiscating wealth, corrupting courtiers and officers, abusing power, conspiring to endanger the kingdom, killing the former king, the Duke of Eyrie City and the guardian of the East, Joan of the Ayrin family Well, the former Lord of Dragonstone, Lord of the Sea, and Stannis of House Baratheon who killed my brother.

There is no pardon!

Immediately detain the two of them and put them in prison, waiting for my trial and disposal in person.

The gods are above, in order to show mercy and mercy, pardon the guilt of everyone under them, and still perform their duties, but if there is any objection or intercession, it will be regarded as the same crime.

The council is in session, under the supervision of Hannah, steward of my son Joffrey, and Sandor Clegane of the bodyguard. "

There was a dead silence in the hall.

Lannister guards, Baratheon guards, and gold cloaks all held tightly to the hilts of their swords and spears.

Littlefinger looked at Renly, "Lord Renly, we have been the imperial ministers for so many years, don't you understand me? There must be a villain playing tricks, which caused His Majesty the King to misunderstand!"

Varys collapsed on the ground crying, "It must be a mistake, I want to see His Majesty, I am loyal to His Majesty, and His Majesty has always known it!"

The courtiers were silent.

Hannah urged: "The grievances of the two adults can be stated to His Majesty in person later, and it is better to follow the will first. Guards!"

A few guards stepped forward subconsciously, causing countless swords to be drawn out of their sheaths.

The commander of the garrison waved his hand, "Put it all away! This is an imperial meeting, and weapons are not used here!"

The commander turned to Hannah, "Your Majesty will not be so reckless, that order must be a misunderstanding!"

Hannah was angry, "You want to resist the order?!"

"Don't dare. I only know that His Majesty handed over the garrison to me, and I will ensure that King's Landing City and the Red Castle are safe and sound."

No one could not see the suspicious expression on the commander's face, "If the secret decree is indeed true, I don't care how His Majesty punishes me after returning to the palace. In short, you are not allowed to do anything now! These are two former imperial ministers!"

Varys and Littlefinger had already made eye contact with most of the courtiers.

Renly stood up now.

(End of this chapter)