Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 86: Eyes Watching Us

Inside the King's study.

Elin Lantel, the Chief of Intelligence and Director of the Security Bureau, was reporting to His Majesty:

“Thanks to Your Majesty's grace.

The number of Little Birds nesting in King's Landing has exceeded five thousand, of which more than two hundred are shrewd and capable, and can be transferred to the Security Bureau as trainee security officers.

Adding the newly selected one thousand Security Bureau D-level personnel, it is enough to watch over ten thousand God-Blessed.

Just waiting for your order, the Security Bureau will rise from the ground immediately.”

With no one else around, the exaggerated smile on Elin's face never disappeared for a moment, as if it were natural.

Joffrey pointed to the screen on the table, "Didn't I tell you? If you have anything, just contact me directly through the 'God-Given Light Screen', so you don't waste time."

After this period of refinement, the instructions set in the God-Given Core have become more diverse.

Users with sufficient permissions can input edited text or images into the core, and this information will be transmitted to the "Central Hub" in front of Joffrey, so as to achieve more convenient two-way communication.

Joffrey has great expectations for the future. Who would want to sit up when they can lie down? Online office is so great.

Elin squeezed out two tears emotionally, "I'm really used to it. You don't know, when I was in Pentos, I always wanted to see you again. Now that I'm finally home, Elin just wants to be by your side all the time."

“Stop it.” Joffrey immediately stopped the guy’s performance.

“Don’t give me this routine. Even if you flatter me with ten thousand pretty words, if you don’t do a good job, I won’t be soft-hearted.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Elin restrained his expression slightly.

“I also need to ask you, where should the Security Bureau be built? Many places in the city are… not cheap.”

Ever since he learned about the new "Security Bureau" two days ago, Elin had been thinking about this in his mind.

There are few gold dragons left by Varys, and the Minister of Finance, Tyrion, who has only been in office for half a month, has already been called "the stingy dwarf." Where does the Security Bureau's funding come from?

“Just for this?” Joffrey shook his head and smiled.

“What you said just now, how many God-Blessed are those people enough to watch over?”

Watch over. Elin couldn't help but glanced at the transparent glass on His Majesty's table, a blank, but the scene two days ago seemed to be still in front of his eyes.

At that time, what appeared in the glass was the figure of Loras Tyrell. The picture was as clear as watching from the side, but Loras was unaware.

How powerful is God's grace.

Elin saw it clearly.

At that time, Ser Loras was writing letters, one was for Renly's longing and love, and the other was for the family's exhortation and warning. Finally, an ordinary servant sent Ser Loras' letter out of the Red Keep.

Afterwards, Elin personally pushed the servant into the Black Cells.

With this kind of artifact in hand, what do you need Little Birds for, what do you need scouts for? The Security Bureau will become the brightest eye of the Iron Throne.

Elin firmly repeated his number, “Tens of thousands.”

Joffrey sighed softly, “Let me ask you again, how many God-Given have been bestowed now?”

Elin was not sure, “Hundreds?”

Joffrey nodded. This is already the limit at this stage.

The rune energy accumulated over the months eventually created more than two hundred mages and dozens of magic props attached with information rune mirrors.

After practice, each prop can produce 10 units of magic energy per day in an environment with sufficient source energy, which can be used by a dozen or twenty God-Given Cores.

Because of this, there are only a few hundred God-Blessed in King's Landing now.

Elin finally understood His Majesty's meaning.

Joffrey patted Elin on the shoulder, “So, what kind of station do you need?”

“Those one thousand D-level personnel will directly live in the barracks, train hard, and screen them at the end of the year. Then transfer dozens of people into the Security Bureau, and it won’t be a problem to watch over hundreds or thousands of people. Right?”

Elin only felt that the Security Bureau of infinite glory in his heart drifted away with the wind, “Your Majesty is wise.”

“Don’t be discouraged. Everything has just begun.” Joffrey pointed to the box in the corner, “That’s the eye of the Security Bureau, take it back and get familiar with it, and train some capable people.”

Elin went to the box and opened it, and there were dozens of head-sized transparent glass piled inside.

Elin heard His Majesty's voice again saying, "The eye at the bottom is yours. Write the names of the Security Bureau personnel in it, and it will be able to see them."

“Elin, don’t trust anyone too much.”

Elin took out the glass at the bottom, it was black. Who can escape the eyes? No one.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Elin hugged the box and quietly walked out of the study, down the steps of Maegor's Holdfast, and across the heavily guarded dry moat.

It wasn't until he returned to Varys's hut, no, Elin's hut, that he finally swallowed.

His Majesty has changed.

Half a year ago, Elin thought this was an arrogant prince, and he was his servant and playmate. Although he was often beaten, scolded and teased, he was content.

When struggling in Pentos, Elin thought this was a wise crown prince, and he was his arms and legs, driving in front of the king, without regrets.

Now, Elin only knows that His Majesty is an unfathomable true king, a messenger of the gods.

What is his role? Perhaps it is just a chess piece on His Majesty's chessboard, to be manipulated at will, and extremely docile.

Elin dared not disobey.

He carefully took out the “eyes” in the box one by one and placed them on the stone table in the dim hut.

After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his fingertip and tapped one of the eyes twice.

A cloud of white light suddenly lit up, flashing non-stop.

Elin stared blankly for a long time.

He knew that behind the white light was the real eye. They would inspect the world for the gods and His Majesty, burn away all darkness and filth, and uncover all secrets and shame.

This will all start from his own hands.

Elin held his trembling right hand tightly, barely writing on the eye, “Eternal Light.”

“Ding ~”

The white light burst, and the eye turned into something similar to the God-Given Light Screen. Rectangular, black background with white characters and colored patterns.

The royal flag, the crowned stag and the roaring golden lion, hung horizontally at the top.

On the left are eight well-known emblems, the lords of the Seven Kingdoms and the Greyjoys of the Iron Islands. Click on the Icefield Wolf, and the history of Stark and the emblems of the major families in the North will immediately jump to the screen.

On the right are densely packed names. Hundreds of God-Blessed are among them, their names shining, and countless dim names.

The time at the bottom is ticking, July 15th, and there are some numbers behind it.

Elin finally looked to the middle.

This is a blank parchment. He wrote “Loras Tyrell”.

The parchment rolled into a roll by itself, and then unfolded again by itself. Loras at this moment has already been drawn on the paper.

The handsome man is smelling a rose.

What a melancholy knight. Knight of the Flowers, are you still thinking about Renly?

It's a pity, Renly will be defeated.

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