Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Joffrey waved his hand with a smile, "Squire, come to my side."

Aelin complimented, "Your Majesty is truly an angel descended to earth. Even displaying such miracles is possible, so naturally, keeping a remnant of the evil dragon as a squire is no problem. Viserys, why aren't you hurrying over to serve His Majesty?"

Even now, Aelin couldn't help but quietly move his brand-new left arm. That's right, it really grew back. It truly is a miracle.

Viserys' face flushed red and then white, but his legs couldn't move an inch.

He had also seen the magnificent scene of the usurper's son being crowned, and his heart was filled with despair. Could it be that even the gods favor the usurper?

Of course, Joffrey understood that this was not a miracle, but a super-large magic that he had created by consuming almost all of his light magic energy, sound magic energy, and fire magic energy.

It was just a projection.

In general, the power was there, but it was far less impressive than people imagined.

The construction of the magic empire still has a long way to go.

"Viserys, I spared your life, is this your attitude?" Joffrey's face showed displeasure.

"You should know that according to my father's wishes, you should have been smashed into mud with a hammer, your head stuck on a spear and left to rot in the sun."

"Do you want that? I can grant your wish."

Joffrey called out to the guards outside the door, "Take him down and let the dungeon take good care of him."

Viserys finally collapsed, "No, no."

He slumped to the ground powerlessly.

Daenerys was saddened by her brother's plight, but in this situation, what more could she ask for? She had to survive first.

"Your Majesty," Daenerys said with difficulty.

"Brother, Viserys is just too scared, he has absolutely no intention of disrespect. I beg Your Majesty to forgive his rudeness."

"Hmph, be glad you have a good sister. For the sake of our family, I won't hold it against you."

Joffrey glared at Viserys, "What are you still standing there for? Pour the wine."

Viserys struggled to get up and awkwardly looked around for a wine glass and jug. Only then did he realize miserably that he still wanted to live, how pathetic.

"Sit, sit, everyone." Joffrey pulled Daenerys to his side, "Quickly tell me about the stories over there, it must be very exciting."

Joffrey was indeed very curious. The development of the matter exceeded his expectations. Aelin's return was delayed by a month, but there was also an unexpected surprise.

Joffrey looked at the scholar beside Aelin, who was smiling respectfully.

Aelin described his experience vividly, "…The captain temporarily wanted to raise the price, and it was an unaffordable price. Ser Jorah and I had no choice but to fight them. As a result, as Your Majesty can see now, we are still alive."

"Unfortunately, we killed too many sailors, and the ship was difficult to control. We eventually went off course and had to land in the Free Trade City of Tyrosh to rest."

"Later," Aelin was still apprehensive.

"The despicable Golden Company absolutely gathered the most shameless scum and dregs of the world! They set their sights on us, and Ser Jorah managed to eliminate them with great difficulty. Your Majesty's most loyal servant, my left arm, was also left there."

Aelin looked at Joffrey with a face full of awe, "Who could have imagined that Your Majesty could completely restore a disability? The gods bless us, the people of the Seven Kingdoms are truly blessed!"

Joffrey looked at Daenerys, who seemed to recall the terrifying scene at the time.

Aelin nodded to the scholar beside him to express his gratitude.

"Of course, the reason I was able to hold on until I saw Your Majesty again was also thanks to Scholar Qyburn for treating me."

"His medical skills have probably reached the peak of mortals. Although they cannot be compared to Your Majesty at all, they are still somewhat useful to ordinary people."

Qyburn stood up and knelt humbly, "Today, after seeing Your Majesty's divine power, I realized that what I have learned and heard is not worth mentioning at all. I beg Your Majesty to let me stay in the court. Qyburn will definitely do his best to serve Your Majesty."

Of course, Joffrey would not refuse. Although the necromancy that Qyburn studied was just a dispensable skill, this kind of scientific spirit and exploration ability was extremely scarce.

"Scholar Qyburn, where is your scholar's chain?"

Qyburn sighed, "I once did some irreparable wrong things, so the Citadel stripped me of my scholar's chain and title. That's why I wandered to the continent of Essos and mixed with the Golden Company."

"Now that I think about it, I really took a wrong path. If Your Majesty does not abandon me, Qyburn will definitely return to the right path and benefit the people with what he has learned in his life."

Joffrey smiled, "You are familiar with Maester Marwyn, right?"

Qyburn nodded in surprise.

"I am planning to set up a dedicated research department to better utilize the great power bestowed by the gods. Qyburn, you can be a person in charge, and also write a letter to invite Maester Marwyn to come, no problem, right?"

Qyburn bowed excitedly. "Thank you for Your Majesty's grace."

Joffrey looked at Aelin and Jorah Mormont again, "You have made great contributions. Aelin, Jorah, what rewards do you want?"

Aelin said respectfully, "I am at Your Majesty's disposal."

Jorah Mormont said, "I only hope that Your Majesty will allow me to return to my hometown."

"I am not such a stingy person." Joffrey smiled and took out a dagger and several dragon crystal chips.

The blade shone with a cold light, and Aelin couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Don't move, this is divine grace."

After the surgery, Aelin, Jorah, and Qyburn kept looking at the empty air. Qyburn's performance was the most fanatical and excited.

The blue light curtain was enough to convey countless knowledge and information, what a great invention!

How does it work?

"Bring Varys here." Joffrey patted Aelin's shoulder, "Aelin, I have seen your loyalty and ability. Get along well with Varys in the future and take over this important task as soon as possible."

Aelin kowtowed excitedly, "I will definitely live up to Your Majesty's trust!"

Joffrey walked to Jorah Mormont, "In the name of the Iron Throne, Ser Jorah, your reputation is completely restored from now on."

"The newly established Department of the Army is recruiting troops. You will be a colonel in the Department of the Army for now, recruiting and commanding a thousand people. Don't think it's too little, these soldiers will become elites who can fight ten enemies alone."

Jorah bowed to accept the order, "I am willing to serve Your Majesty."

"Qyburn," Joffrey gave an encouraging look, "Your first task is to research a more convenient way to use this light curtain. This is also a long-term task. If you do well, the whole world will benefit from it."

"I believe in your ability."

Qyburn was more than happy, "I will obey Your Majesty's will."

The Hound brought Varys.

Daenerys couldn't help but exclaim, and Aelin and others were also shocked.

Joffrey glanced at Viserys, who was shaking non-stop, "Don't be afraid, at least he is still alive. As long as you are alive, there is hope, isn't it?"

He walked to the window, the night was dark.

Duke Tywin arrived at the Red Keep this evening, just missing the coronation ceremony.

"Aelin, you have to attend the Small Council meeting tomorrow too. Work hard and don't let me down." He gave Aelin a meaningful look.