Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 113: The New Throne Room

The King had made his judgment.

Lord Beric Dondarrion and the Red Priest Thoros immediately accepted the order.

Many courtiers gladly agreed, the members of the Small Council had no objections, and the petitioning commoners looked to their lords.

Baron Mallister had already retreated behind the two earls at some point.

Earl Macey frowned slightly.

Earl Whent was filled with gratitude, "Your Majesty has dispatched the divinely blessed Holy War Army, and with such an upright and wise man as Lord Dondarrion leading them, the rebels' evil deeds will surely be judged, and the people of Massey's Hook will no longer suffer disaster."

Divinely blessed. Thinking of the various miraculous changes he had seen in King's Landing these past two days, Earl Macey relaxed his expression and bowed to express his gratitude.

Earl Macey and the other two returned to the ranks of the courtiers, and the people kneeling on the ground staggered as they left the Throne Room.

The middle of the hall became empty again.

When would the next petitioning group be summoned? The herald looked at His Majesty on the throne, waiting for any subtle signal.

Joffrey had no intention of staying any longer.

The requests of the petitioning groups behind them had already been presented in advance, all trivial and boring things, not worth wasting precious time on.

In fact, with the help of the God's Grace Light Curtain's communication, King's Landing had already initially realized the informatization of government affairs.

Except for major events and the petitions of commoners who had not yet been shrouded by God's Grace, Joffrey no longer needed to sit on the Iron Throne to issue orders.

Viserys Targaryen entered from outside the hall, knelt in the middle of the hall, and pleaded guilty in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, I have been negligent in my care. Your mount has suddenly fallen ill, and has not eaten since this morning, lying motionless, and it looks like…"

The courtiers tried their best to maintain a calm expression.

The white stag is sick; this reason had already been used three times, and there were several other explanations as well. You must know that the King does not come to the Throne Room to handle government affairs every day.

Joffrey stood up, "How could this happen again! You are too careless!"

Viserys only kowtowed and begged for forgiveness.

Joffrey sighed and walked down the throne step by step, "The white stag is a good omen bestowed by the gods, I am really worried. Mother, please handle state affairs on my behalf."

The Queen Mother Cersei glared at her son with doting helplessness.

As Regent, although she usually sat on the Iron Throne to make judgments, there was not a single real major event among them, all ordinary and trivial disputes, extremely boring.

If her son didn't often please her with smiles and gifts, Cersei would have long since stopped wanting to sit on this cold Iron Throne.

After all, the current reality is that the Regent's power is just a formality.

Not only Cersei herself knew this, but all the courtiers, and even the servants and laborers of the Red Keep, saw it very clearly.

The God's Grace Light Curtain had almost completely replaced the position of the Throne Room.

Compared with the almost instantaneous transmission of instructions on the Light Curtain, the large-scale petitioning activities seemed cumbersome and protracted, and simply should not exist.

Similar situations also existed for legal trials, personnel transfers, material applications, and so on.

Without a doubt, when the God's Grace shines upon the world, all systems and rules will be extremely fragile and will be overthrown at any time.

At that time, His Majesty, who controls God's Grace, will wield supreme power, and no one will be able to shake it.

Everyone in the Throne Room watched the King leave, and the Light Curtain in their field of vision was still reminding them who was the master of King's Landing and the Seven Kingdoms.

If Regent Tywin were still in King's Landing, what would happen?

Some people couldn't help but wonder.

…

Walking on the road, Joffrey's mind entered the white space again.

He looked around.

All the projections of people had been removed, leaving only the vast white world, which had a wonderful charm, but it was inevitably boring and monotonous after looking at it for a long time.

That's good.

The new Throne Room has been designed, it's time to show it off.

With a thought from Joffrey, the whiteness of the space immediately split into countless light particles, and then gradually combined and condensed, and dyed with new colors.

The Throne Room in the illusion was thus formed.

This was a magnificent domed hall, two hundred zhang high, and the circular hall was exactly one thousand zhang in diameter, and the wide inner walls were carved with intricate pillars, statues, symbols, and crests.

Above the transparent dome appeared a clear starry sky.

The Moon Palace and the seven Holy Stars sprinkled silver light, which converged into the shining, holy, square, towering, and strangely patterned throne.

He, transformed into a hundred-zhang giant, sat on the throne.

Just right.

He looked down with satisfaction.

In front of him was a sunken pool, and the pale blue sea water surrounded a model of the continent of Westeros, about the same size as his own body.

On the map, small mountains and rivers crisscrossed, and white lines divided the boundaries of the lords' territories, and red, blue, and black light spheres represented the castles of hostile, friendly, and neutral lords.

Several chairs were placed on each side of the map, a full two zhang high, but they were no more conspicuous than any of the surrounding facilities.

Joffrey summoned the members of the Small Council.

So, several projections appeared one after another on the chairs next to the map, each one zhang tall, no more, no less.

The ministers' spirits entered the projections.

Wow, the magnificent hall that they had never seen before suddenly came into view.

The Master of Coin, "Littlefinger" Tyrion Lannister, repeatedly praised it, and soon turned his gaze to the novel patterns on the throne.

The Master of War, "Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister, looked around in surprise, and then concentrated on staring at the map of Westeros in the pool, seemingly thinking about future battle plans.

The Commander of the Kingsguard, "The Hound" Sandor Clegane, looked at the King, and then also shifted his gaze to the map below.

Grand Maester Pycelle carefully admired the exquisite decorations on the opposite inner wall.

Master of Security Aeryn Lantrell, Lord Steward Hanna, and Lord Commander of the Kingsguard "The Bold" Barristan Selmy all turned sideways towards the throne, waiting for instructions.

Joffrey looked at the nearest empty chair on the right, which was reserved for Duke Tywin.

Currently, Duke Tywin had gathered an army of 30,000 in Casterly Rock, training on one side and confronting Earl Mathos Rowan of the Reach on the other, while also recruiting new troops.

Duke Tywin's younger brother, the Master of Ships, Kevan Lannister, led 10,000 cavalry from the Westerlands eastward along the River Road, and had now entered Harrenhal, taking over the 3,000 cavalry and 10,000 infantry contributed by the lords of the Riverlands and the Vale, and was resting and training.

And the true strength of King's Landing was still unknown to the lords.

In such a situation, Joffrey highly suspected who the Seven Kingdoms actually thought had the right to make decisions for the Iron Throne, wouldn't they think it was Duke Tywin?

Did Duke Tywin still remember the previous agreement?

Joffrey then sent invitations to the Regent and Master of Laws, Tywin Lannister, and the Regent and Hand of the King, Eddard Stark.

After a moment, two projections gradually took shape.

The ministers all looked forward. The new projections were also one zhang tall, but instead of appearing directly on the chairs, they stood next to the chairs, facing the King.

Duke Eddard was the first to react, bowing to the hundred-zhang-tall King, "Good day, Your Majesty."

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