Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 74 The Dazzling Iron Throne

The trial in the throne room begins.

Hannah, the former imperial steward, spoke first: "Petyr Baelish, Varys, are you still unwilling to admit the fact that you murdered His Majesty Robert?"

Everyone looked at the two halflings in the middle of the hall.

There was no doubt that Lord Petyr and Lord Varys would not be able to move a single step without help, and food and water would be impossible even if they were close at hand.

This is the real halfling.So cruel!
puff~
Littlefinger suddenly fell face down on the hard floor tiles.

Varys felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Without the supporting wooden box, moving the neck may bring the whole body down.He could only carefully roll his eyes and look around.

The Iron Throne directly opposite cast a huge cold shadow to this side, and His Majesty on the throne was expressionless.

Queen Cersei and Duke Eddard sit on the left and right of the Iron Throne.The Kingsguard Jaime Lannister and Meryn Tran stood by.

At the table nearer were Tyrion, Pycelle, Barristan, Hannah, the Hound and other royal ministers.

Varys knew that the humble maid Hannah had taken his place.

The imperial chief, sounds more aboveboard than the intelligence chief.

Varys complained in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, my lords, please look at me. Did I not expect such a punishment in advance?"

The courtiers were silent.Varys and Littlefinger have completely failed, and the relationship and commitment that once existed certainly cannot be counted.

"It's a blood crow!"

Varys' words were full of hatred, "Thanks to His Majesty's insight, I finally know the name of this insidious villain. He controls my body and mind, and I am no match for him!"

The fallen Littlefinger struggled to reveal his mouth, "It's him! How can a mortal resist that evil force?"

Joffrey quietly watched the reactions of the people below.

Tyrion sneered, "You don't think you can get away with making up a story, do you? Who knows if it's true or not. Blood Ravens might not exist. My lords, do you?"

Several courtiers nodded dully, and were quickly reminded quietly by the people next to them, hurriedly lowered their heads to admire the exquisite floor tiles, and dared not make any further reactions.

Blood Raven must exist.

Blood Raven must exist.Otherwise, how did His Majesty Robert die?

Varys argued again: "I have seen those children. Children of the forest! They know how terrible the Blood Raven is! Your Majesty, let them say a few words."

The Hound looked at the throne, and waved his hand at the golden robe guarding the entrance of the small hall.Three sorrel goblins came out of the gradually opening passage in the small hall.

"God."

"The children of the forest are real!"

"The gods are merciful, what a miracle creation this is..."

The courtiers exclaimed impolitely, though this was not the first time some of them had seen the Children of the Forest.

Littlefinger immediately begged loudly, "My lords, ask these elves how many plots the Blood Raven has, which loyal ministers he murdered, and how many good people his evil power has controlled."

Everyone looked at the Son of the Forest curiously, and the hall fell silent.

Ye Zi's voice is as beautiful as a song.

"Painful and obsessed old man.

He entered the tall human Gregor, and strangled the baby and the queen;

He once entered petyr, the little man, and stole the gold dragon and the loyalty;

He has entered the crippled human Varys, concealing news and danger;

He had entered Renly, a proud human, to stir up ambition and desire.

Singer found him and went south. "

The sad and natural singing echoed in the hall for a long time, making people intoxicated without knowing it.

Loras broke the quiet atmosphere, "Impossible! Lord Renly is not like that! He has never done anything evil!"

The courtiers belonging to the High Court will either immediately support or hesitate, is it appropriate to speak now?

The other courtiers were even more unwilling to say a word.

The Hound sneered, "What a knight of flowers, are you speaking on behalf of the entire Tyrell family in Highgarden, or are you just speaking for your lover?"

Loras blushed and glared at the Hound.

Joffrey said calmly, "There is no need to argue. Lord Velaryon has already sailed to Storm's End to invite Uncle Renly back to the palace. The truth will be known in the future. Today is still about the trial."

"Who has questions?"

Loras reluctantly retreated back into the queue.No one stood up again.

Joffrey stood up, "Sentence!"

The regent and the imperial ministers also stood up from their seats, and all the courtiers knelt on one knee, stroked their chests and bowed their heads.

"Notify the Seven Kingdoms that the mastermind 'Blood Raven' Brynden Hewen is treasonous and plotting rebellion. Those who capture sinners will be rewarded with [-] golden dragons, regardless of life or death."

"The accomplices Varys and Petyr Baelish are justifiable. They want to deprive them of all positions, wealth, rights, and honors, and put them in front of the throne day and night to submit their admonitions. There is still a day for forgiveness."

The courtiers shouted in unison, "Long live Your Majesty!"

Joffrey sat down again, accidentally bumping into a sharp iron thorn, and the solid magic power was consumed again.

The courtiers stood respectfully, waiting to leave.

Tyrion cleared his throat, "My lords, don't worry, I still have a problem here, let's discuss it together."

After the trial there is content?It's only the first day, His Majesty seems to be working too hard.

The courtiers suddenly felt bad.

Tyrion spread out the ledger and recited, "The treasury owes a total of about 650 golden dragons:

Lannister family 320 million, Braavos Iron Bank 130 million, church 70, Tyrell family 60, Tyrosh trading house 54, as well as interest, losses, liquidated damages, etc.

Last year, the treasury received about 130 million gold dragons and spent about [-] million gold dragons.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is still a time of peace, in case of urgent need for money...

The situation is not optimistic. "

Tyrion sighed and glanced at the courtiers, each face drooping so that he couldn't see the expression clearly, "Which lord has a solution? Just say it."

The hall was silent like a cemetery.

Cersei finally couldn't help scolding, "The state of the treasury is so bad?! What are you doing on weekdays!"

Joffrey tried to bend a rusted blade on his right hand.

Prime Minister Ed's voice was low, "The queen mother calm down. The treasury has been empty to this point, and the most urgent task is how to restore the situation."

The courtiers remained silent.

They are only serving the throne in the court, and the affairs they are responsible for are not fixed, and most of them are dispatched temporarily.As long as they don't talk nonsense, they can't be blamed for the treasury's responsibility anyway.

"I have a way," said Tyrion.

All eyes are on the little devil, what can be done to save such a dangerous situation?

"My lords should know. The total amount of tax settlements in various places is as high as 150 million gold dragons, but it's a pity that they haven't been confiscated over the years."

The tax systems of the seven countries are not unified.

The lords of the Crown Lands and other Crown territories pay taxes directly to the Iron Throne, or they are collected by designated personnel of the Crown.

The other lords of the Seven Kingdoms have their own taxation, but they must also pay homage to the throne according to the agreed ratio or amount.It's just that this kind of agreement was not strictly enforced from the very beginning. Even the Targaryen dragon kings only received some token gifts and tributes, and they didn't care about it seriously.

This has long been a tacit unspoken rule.

but now.

Almost everyone was dumbfounded at the same time.

How dare he provoke all the princes? !Without the support of the princes, even the Iron Throne will become a rusted scrap iron!
The sun instantly became redder and brighter.

Hiss, it's hot!

Those near the Iron Throne run away the fastest, and the Kingsguard and Regent are no exception.

Everyone looked at the Iron Throne from a distance.

His Majesty still sat there extremely calmly, as if the fiery air was just an illusion of everyone.

"Send a letter to every castle to make up all the tax arrears in the past within three years, and forget the past. If you can't do it, hand over the territory to someone more qualified."

The Iron Throne under His Majesty's body was blazing red, and the steel was melting and flowing.

So dazzling.

(End of this chapter)