Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 85 Blacksmith
Renly's declaration of war and the royal call for recruitment had spread throughout King's Landing.

Some people sneered, some were indifferent, some were worried, some couldn't believe it, and some were terrified.

Someone else smelled a brilliant opportunity.

In short, King's Landing City has become restless.Just like every blacksmith shop on Steel Street, the sound of tinkling iron never stops from day to night, announcing to people an extraordinary day.

The smithy on top of Visenya Hill was the loudest.

There are the greatest number of furnaces and anvils, the greatest number of blacksmiths and blacksmith apprentices, and the most professed masters.

Although it has only been disturbed for five nights so far, the clanging noise from this shop has become a nightmare for nearby residents.People dare not think about what it will be like in half a month or even half a year.

But "Hot Pie" doesn't care about that at all, he only cares about his good brother.

"Now, Gendry, forget about these hot red irons. Let's hurry up, you don't know, the people over there are fighting for their heads, and it will be too late!"

Hot Pie was jumping up and down in a hurry, but he couldn't even see his good brother's face, only his muscular back gleaming with sweat.

It is a good material for a blacksmith.But Hot Party Brothers has better plans.

Gendry still didn't let go of his work, "Fatty, there are so many people participating in the recruitment, you are very confident in yourself."

Hot Pie kept wiping the sweat from his brow.The shop was noisy, and the air was so hot that it was almost like being in a toaster oven.

"I have confidence in you. As for me, an apprentice baker, I have to recruit tens of thousands of people this time, and they will definitely need a lot of cooks."

Hot Pie moved closer, with a mysterious expression on his face.

"I've inquired about it. People in the Golden Robe and the Ministry of War are in charge of eating and drinking. After passing the recruit training, they will give out seven silver deer every month! Seven silver deer!"

"How long will it take us to make so much money?"

The iron in front of Gendry was still spattering orange-red sparks regularly.

"Master Tob Mott is a good man." Hot Pie glanced around quietly, no one paid attention to this side, "But even if you finish your studies, you are still a blacksmith, and you don't want to see the eyes of the gold robe."

Gendry didn't speak, and continued to swing the hammer in his hand.

"You saw it when His Majesty was crowned. What a great miracle! I can't imagine why you didn't react at all?" Hot Pie shook his head in surprise.

Gendry dipped the iron into the bucket, and there was a big splash of water and steam, which gradually died down.

"That has nothing to do with us. The blacksmith's apprentice only needs to think about how to be a good blacksmith. The baker's apprentice," he looked back at the hot pie, "your bread and pie are very good, and you will definitely be very popular in the future .”

Hot Pie didn't think so, "That was before. Haven't you seen it? Everything has changed. The gods bestowed divine power on His Majesty just because of the end of the long night. At that time, what's the use of delicious bread?"

"God's grace is the priceless treasure!"

Hot Pai's eyes were full of fanaticism, "Your Majesty will share the favor of the gods with us, and those who join the army are the first priority! That is the grace of God!"

Gendry put the finished product on the shelf contentedly, and then sat down next to Hot Pie to rest.

"How did I hear that God's grace requires people to donate one-tenth of their wealth, and it is extremely rare. Am I wrong?"

Hot Pie waved his hand, "That's all outdated news. Just yesterday, one hundred of the golden robes were bestowed with divine grace. I saw it with my own eyes, and they didn't ask for a single copper coin."

Gendry was thoughtful, "Then why didn't you sign up yesterday?"

Hot Pie chuckled, "I'm thinking of you, my good brother. Let's go in together so we can take care of each other."

Gendry remained unmoved.

He didn't expect much from his own life.Just go on working in the master's blacksmith shop step by step, at least you don't have to worry about eating and drinking.

What more could one ask for from a illegitimate child who doesn't know whose parents are?

Hot Pie picked up an iron helmet curiously.

"Hey," Gendry frowned, and immediately reached out to grab it, "Don't touch it."

Hot Pie glanced at Gendry and the bull's head-shaped helmet in his hand, and laughed instead, "Brother, you still say that you only want to be a blacksmith? Which blacksmith would make a helmet for yourself, and it's so precious."

Gendry retorted loudly, "Who said no? Lots of people do it, including this one before you."

Hot Pie grabbed Gendry's arm directly, "Don't hesitate, even if I go and have a look with me, it will only take a while, if you don't like it, come back."

For some reason, Gendry couldn't break free from the fat boy's hand.

……

As in previous days, the Goldcloak headquarters next to Shoemaker's Square was packed with recruits.

Rows of long spears divided the camp into many squares, and the newcomers moved slowly along the safe passage very rationally, to the long tables in front of them.

Hot Pie whispered in Gendry's ear, "The Gold Robes are on the left, and the War Office is on the right. Where are we going?"

Gendry was not ignorant of all this.

The so-called head of the War Department was "Kingslayer," whom Gendry loathed as much as many.Could it be that this person's subordinates are some good people?
But the golden robe...

Gendry had only seen them gossip about the store, just for money.

Hot Pie said again, "Let's choose the gold robes. How comfortable the gold robes are. It sounds like the War Office is going to go to war. Renly can't win, of course, but people will die anyway."

Gendry glanced at him, "Don't worry, you're the cook, it's not your turn to lose your life. Go to the right."

Hot Pie shrugged, "Yes."

After queuing for a long time, Hot Pie took the initiative to stand behind Gendry and let his good brother come first.

Gendry stood at the table.

On the chest of the recorder is a black ball, exactly the same as at the time of the coronation.

The recorder seemed to recognize him. "Gendry, what do you think of Renly Baratheon's rebellion?"

Gendry repeated the previous man's answer, "Defend the throne to the death. Gods bless you, Your Majesty is the only true king. Light forever!"

"What position do you prefer?"

Hot Pie poked him quietly in the back a few times, and Gendry said, "Bless the warrior, Gendry will kill for His Majesty."

The recorder held the black ball and waited quietly. After a few breaths, he looked at Gendry in surprise, and then took out a small silver square card with a chain.

"See your lord over there in the hound helmet? Show him this, he's your officer."

Gendry took the silver medal and took a few steps outside, then stopped in a daze.Am I serving the Hound?Is not the Hound the commander of the golden robe?
After a while, Hot Pie walked over with a sad face, "What is the Security Bureau, I've never heard of it."

(End of this chapter)