Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 26 Dragonstone, Prince

Inside a small tent in the wilderness were the most powerful people in the court.

The King sat high above, with Queen Cersei and Crown Prince Joffrey seated on either side. Ser Barristan, the Kingslayer Ser Jaime, and others below were also important figures in the court.

The King's entourage included half the court, but perhaps coincidentally, most of these people were on good terms with the Lannisters.

Everyone looked at the King.

King Robert unfolded the letter, and in the next second, his face turned red from his neck to his forehead.

The letter in his hand was almost crushed.

"Damn them all! They should all go to the seven hells! I've only been gone a few days, just a few days, and such a big thing has happened in King's Landing!"

"This is my kingdom, my court!"

No one else in the tent dared to speak. After all, the King had just received the news of his brother's death.

Although the two brothers were not close, no one would doubt that King Robert's anger at this moment was genuine, whether out of the dignity of the King or the responsibility of the elder brother.

The King's anger did not subside automatically.

"The laws of the Seven Kingdoms and the bonds of blood do not allow me to be merciful. The murderer must be severely punished!"

"Let him understand that fury can ignite a prairie fire!"

"I will personally smash his head! I will raze his family to the ground and hang him in the ruins of his castle!"

"My warhammer hasn't rusted yet! ! "

The King paced back and forth for a while to vent his anger, and finally calmed down a bit.

"How to find the murderer? The real murderer, not that stupid beggar! You all tell me."

Everyone looked at each other.

Old and strong Ser Barristan mentioned some doubts.

"Logically speaking, even if the guards were negligent, at least they would have been on guard. With Duke Stannis's skills, he shouldn't have been hurt by an ordinary child."

The King didn't quite understand the reason either.

"Stannis's smuggler thinks it was some kind of witchcraft that made the beggar invulnerable to swords and made the armor like silk. But he can't produce any evidence, which is absurd."

Joffrey, of course, knew why.

The magic of the Fortification Rune made people invulnerable and made the knife sharp enough to break armor. The Fire Magic ensured that Stannis had no chance of survival.

To be on the safe side, he also specially attached a mirror image of the Fortification Rune to the knife. After realizing that the assassination was over, he immediately destroyed the mirror image, and the knife returned to its original ordinary state, leaving no evidence.

Now this caution has paid off, and no one believes that Stannis died from mysterious forces.

For a while, everyone couldn't think of any good ideas, so they had to remain silent.

After a long while, Tyrion stood up.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to see the facts clearly here. Why not order Petyr and Earl Varys to investigate carefully in King's Landing."

"Given Lord Stannis's tough style, clarifying the murderer will obviously require a lot of effort."

"This is exactly what they are good at."

The King looked at the others, "Does anyone have any other opinions?"

Tyrion's suggestion was quite satisfactory and did not harm anyone present. Who would want to cause trouble for themselves?

Besides, maybe it was just a beggar's revenge.

This wouldn't be strange for Stannis.

The King waved his hand irritably, "Everyone, go down. Just do as you said."

Everyone quickly left.

The tent suddenly seemed empty again, and the atmosphere was bleak.

Joffrey walked up to King Robert and showed a rare bit of understanding.

"Father, don't be too sad. Even if the murderer is not found, Uncle will definitely not blame you for these efforts when he sees them in heaven."

"Father still has us, Uncle Renly, and Lord Eddard."

Robert patted his son's shoulder with relief.

"I'm fine, I know, Stannis won't blame me."

"Good, my son, you've grown up. That's good, that's good..."

The King's eyes gradually became blurred and empty, not knowing what he was recalling.

Fluttering.

A large number of ravens flew from the King's convoy into the sky, heading to all parts of the Seven Kingdoms.

The King conveyed to the lords of the Seven Kingdoms the bad news of Stannis's death and his deep mourning, as well as the conferral of his eldest son, Joffrey Baratheon, as the Prince of Dragonstone.

The King's conferral quickly spread among the hundreds of knights and soldiers in the convoy.

As Joffrey walked through the camp, everyone he met expressed their greetings more respectfully.

"Good day, Crown Prince."

"Your Highness is well, always at the disposal of the Prince of Dragonstone."

"I, Tyrion Lannister, pay my highest respects to our dearest Crown Prince, the Prince of Dragonstone!"

Joffrey took Tyrion to the lion cage.

"Uncle Tyrion, why are you suddenly so polite? It's just an extra title, it's nothing."

Joffrey seemed very calm, but Tyrion didn't believe it.

Although Dragonstone is barren, it was the Targaryen family's first fiefdom in Westeros. For more than two hundred years, it has been conferred by the Targaryen kings to the heir to the king, as the "Prince of Dragonstone."

With this title, Joffrey's status as heir to the Iron Throne is even more unbreakable.

From a military point of view, who Dragonstone belongs to is also crucial.

Any smart person should know that Dragonstone and its subordinate territories control the vast Blackwater Bay, and a fleet can block King's Landing's sea transportation.

Its castle is also said to be built with Valyrian magic, which is strong and easy to defend. This is not very important.

"Prince, don't you really want Dragonstone?"

Tyrion personally handled Stannis's matter, so he certainly understood Joffrey's thoughts.

"Let's not talk about these things, Uncle, would you like to sit on this big guy and take a ride?"

Joffrey leisurely stroked the giant lion's mane, signaling the soldiers next to him to open the cage door.

He has tamed this behemoth.

Power fascinates any creature, and the loss of power is even more unacceptable.

The giant lion also understands this.

It has accepted a powerful master and accepted its new name—Rain.

As soon as he heard the name, Tyrion immediately understood Joffrey's intention.

He couldn't help but sing the ballad in a lyrical tone:

"Oh, he said so, he said so,

The Lord of Castamere said so.

But now the rains weep o'er his hall,

With no one there to hear.

But now the rains weep o'er his hall,

And not a soul to hear."

Joffrey's interest was undiminished.

"Seriously, Harrenhal is nearby. We can ride Rain to visit. Haha, it will definitely shock those people!"

Rain came out of the cage, then stretched its body, shook its mane, and roared to the sky.

The soldiers in the camp were immediately not sleepy or tired, and watched the giant beast's movements tremblingly, praying that they would not become its first target.

Rain slightly lowered its body.

Joffrey sat on the special seat on Rain's back, and Tyrion sat in the back.

Roar~

Rain jumped several feet away in one step, and disappeared from everyone's sight in a few breaths.

The soldiers looked at this legendary scene in awe.

The Stag Crown Prince riding a mythical giant lion, no one dares to forget, no one wants to forget, no one can forget.

They decided to tell this epic scene to their brothers, wives, daughters, sons, and grandsons, in taverns, in hotels, and by the campfire, until they took it into the grave.

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