Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 70 Ringing the Bell
The black raven arrived at the Red Keep before King Robert's coffin.

On this day, all the bells in the whole city rang leisurely, and the heavy bells rang in the huge King's Landing for a long time.

Hundreds of thousands of people looked at the bell towers in astonishment, not sure what the rumbling bells in their ears represented.The king is dead?
The way people look at each other speaks volumes.

The king is dead!

The Baylor Cathedral quickly arranged a mourning ceremony for the people to worship, and the archbishop publicly announced that he and the seven archbishops would pray for King Robert in the secret room for seven days, and pray to the supreme seven gods for the king.

The square in front of the church was packed with people in the blink of an eye, and the compassionate statue of Saint Baelor and the ringing bells and drums declared their hearts.

What a mournful chime.

People will always remember the peace and stability under King Robert, as well as the king's laughter and the spectacular tournaments.

Are the days going with the ringing of the bell?

Many people volunteered to mourn for King Robert.Merchants hoarding black clothes and fabrics made countless coins because of this. They couldn't take care of them with both hands, so they could only simply throw the coins they got into the pile of money, and the sound was crisp and clear.

People's sorrows and joys are so different.

But no one dared to smile at such a moment.Even if he thought of the happiest things, even if he secretly missed the rule of the Targaryen family, even if he hated the Iron Throne and all nobles.

After all, the king is dead.

The bells kept ringing, and people dressed in black and wearing black belts poured in and out of the cathedral like a flood.

At this time, the flood was divided into people who were at a loss.What should I do now?
People either stare blankly for a while, or shed some tears, sob and sigh a few times, and feel a moment of emotion, and finally they have no choice but to return to their positions silently and continue their day-to-day lives.

What else could be done?People always have to live.

Only half a day.

In this way, the era of King Robert became an irreversible past as people mourned and left a little bit, becoming an increasingly old history.

The king's death was both sensational and quiet.

Junlin City seems to have changed a lot because of this, but it seems that nothing has changed.It seems to be still operating as usual, but the darkness is already rough.

The Red Keep was, of course, the center of all whirlpools and undercurrents.

All the courtiers prayed for the beloved King Robert in the sanctuary of the Red Keep, prayed for the justice of the Father to judge His Majesty Robert, prayed for the mercy of the Holy Mother, and prayed for a hundred blessings.

Their prayers are more formal and longer, but no more sincere than anyone else's.

They secretly exchanged eyes, trying their best to hide their true thoughts, while curiously prying into the hearts of others.The transformation of the identity of friend and enemy is in one thought.

In the afterglow of the setting sun.

Hannah, acting as the chief steward, announced the end of the mourning ceremony, and at the same time conveyed the first will of His Majesty Joffrey I:
All the preparations for the funeral of the late King Robert Baratheon;
preparations for the coronation ceremony;

Appoint Tyrion Lannister as Chancellor of the Exchequer;

Appoint Hannah as Lord Steward;

Appoint Sandor Clegane as Commander of King's Landing Garrison;
Notice to the Seven Kingdoms that the regent Duke Tywin, the regent Queen Cersei, and the regent and Duke Eddard, the Hand of the King, will act as state affairs until they are in charge.

All the courtiers knelt down and respectfully said: "Long live His Majesty Joffrey I!"

Renly forced himself to his knees to say his congratulations.His dead expression was not because of sadness, but to hide the fear and confusion in his heart.

Stannis is dead, Robert is dead, then it's me, right? !

Although there is no proof, Renly has determined that the Lannisters are responsible for both deaths.Isn't it obvious who profited the most?
Lannister!

Tywin and Cersei are regents, the little devil has become a minister, the kingslayer can go one step further at any time, and the Red Castle will completely belong to Lannister.

Renly looked sadly at the not-so-distant future.

The Iron Throne was eroded by lions, and Dragonstone was returned to Joffrey.After these years of tossing, the last thing the Bucks can have is their own stormy land, a home of 300 years, no more, no less, fate will really play tricks on the world.

And even if you want to get this bleak ending, you have to escape from King's Landing before it can be realized.

Renly put all his hopes on Loras.

That's right, the Tyrell family is not easy to provoke, and the Lannisters are not in King's Landing. These lackeys must not dare to make decisions without authorization. The people in Highgarden will definitely protect me, definitely can.

Renly could only hope so.

The courtiers dispersed, and Renly fled with the crowd, clung to Loras.

He decided to act tonight.

Hannah stood in the church watching Renly's shrinking back.She didn't quite understand His Majesty's plan.

Why let Renly go?

Even if the Hound is now conspicuous enough not to carry out an assassination attempt, others may succeed, at least to try.

But she has long since learned to keep silent, obey orders, and do her duty.

She turned to the Hound and said, "Go."

The night is dark.

Under the dim light of the fire, dozens of horses with thick cloth wrapped around their hooves walked quietly from the stables to the side entrance of the Red Castle, with armored knights pulling the reins beside them.

click~
The sound of the side door opening was not loud, but it was still frightening in the silent night, and it even felt like it could be heard by the whole city.

Both Renly and Ser Loras knew it was an illusion.

As long as their actions are not leaked, they can quietly leave the Red Castle at any time now. There is only one difficulty ahead - the city gate.

The plan to prepare for tonight is very simple. Leave the Red Castle, leave the city through the Mud Gate, take a boat to the other side of the Blackwater River, and then go south along the King's Road to go home.

Unfortunately, thanks to the Hound, the golden robe is much more cautious now.

The night defense of each city gate has been increased to ten teams, and most of the guard captains have been replaced by more stubborn people, and people who behave very stubbornly.

Iron Hand, Captain of the Mud Gate Guard, is a problem.

This guy has already turned to the Hound and Lannister with all his heart, and I'm afraid he won't let him go easily.

Renly was ready to fight.As long as he can get close, dozens of elite knights are enough to deal with those useless golden robes, and when he leaves the city gate, nothing can stop him from going home.

The fastest speed, the shortest time, must get out of the city gate before everyone reacts.

After a few hundred steps out of the Red Castle, they got on their horses and headed straight for Mud Gate at full speed, shaking countless people's dreams away along the way.

With the sound of horseshoes and armor at night, people dare not get up to observe, and wait for the sound to gradually go away before relaxing a little, secretly guessing what major event will happen again and whether it will affect their lives.

The knights soon arrived at the Fisherman's Square, with the Mud Gate in front of them.

Renly saw hope.Although the city gate was closed, there was only a team of gold robes warming up by the bonfire, and a gold robe officer stood beside them.

Do not!
Renly's heart sank, that officer wasn't an iron hand!
The Hound signaled the gold robes to open the city gate, "Lord Renly left in such a hurry, why didn't you say goodbye to everyone?"

Renly looked suspiciously at the city gate, where the gap was getting wider and wider. Am I falling asleep, dreaming?
The Hound stared at Loras again, "Why did the Knight of Flowers leave the city again? Don't you want to meet His Majesty?"

Renly gave the horse a tentative step, but the Hound did not budge.

Renly turned to meet Loras' eyes.

Loras smiled sadly, "My good lord, you go, I'd rather stay here."

Feeling lost, Renly remained silent for a while, then led half of the deer knights out of the city gate and rushed to the port.

Many watched Renly's back until the gates closed again.

Melisandre extinguished the flame, shook her head in disappointment and sighed, "It's not you. The king's blood is on you, but not you."

The ancient book of Yashai predicted: "After the long summer, when the stars cry blood, Azor Ahai will be reborn in the land of smoke and salt, and awaken the dragon in the stone."

Prince of prophecy, where are you?
(End of this chapter)