Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

“Marwyn, from this moment on, you are no longer a maester of the Citadel.”

Joffrey picked up Marwyn's ring, clenched it in his palm, and when he opened it again, a stream of fiery red molten steel slid down his fingers onto the table.

The wooden table, imbued with solid magical energy, remained unscathed.

“A King's Landing academy will rise from the ground. You and scholars like Qyburn will all serve within it, with ranks of Doctor, Master, Bachelor, and Student, in that order.”

The molten steel on the table flowed irregularly, about to touch the edge of the tabletop.

Joffrey stretched out his right hand and waved it in the air, and the molten steel gathered itself into a ball, then solidified into a badge with a six-pointed star as the base and a circular surface inlaid.

Joffrey handed over the badge, “You will like the academy, Doctor Marwyn.”

Marwyn silently accepted the new badge.

The badge still had the color of night, with a pair of soaring wings on it, and an eye in the center connecting them.

Flying eyes?

“I specially bestow the 'Omniscient Eye' as the symbol of the academy, hoping that you will tirelessly explore the truth, make good use of any eyes, and see the reality of the world.”

Marwyn noticed two lines of curved small characters on the edge of the badge:

“Omniscience is Omnipotence.”

“What is Seen is What There Is.”

Directly below the eye was his own name, “Doctor Marwyn.”

The ring turned into a badge, the academy replaced the Citadel.

What a charming magical power, what a capricious and proud king.

It's getting more and more interesting.

Marwyn meticulously pinned the badge on his chest.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Doctor Marwyn completed the transformation of his identity.

Joffrey took out a similar black badge from his arms, “Qyburn, don't be dazed, you certainly have a share too, come here.”

When handing the badge to Qyburn, Joffrey casually instructed: “The Research Department will be renamed the Research Institute and incorporated into the academy. In the future, personnel will mainly be selected from the academy to supplement it as researchers. Of course, for now, continue to recruit talents regardless of their background.”

Qyburn respectfully accepted the order.

Joffrey looked at Marwyn and the other two, “Qyburn, start the implantation. Doctor Marwyn has come from afar, how can we bear to make him wait for divine grace? And the other two, use the high-level core for both of them.”

Qyburn took out a sharp blade and three chips.

Marwyn had anticipated this scene. Not only was he not flustered, but he also showed anticipation and excitement.

Sarella Sand and Leo Tyrell were completely clueless. Seeing the gray-haired old man approaching with a steel knife, they were inevitably nervous and uneasy, and they had no liking for the old man's smile.

Sarella even prepared to shoot the poison needle secretly hidden in her hand.

Fortunately.

Qyburn's blade first cut open the back of Doctor Marwyn's neck.

Sarella and Leo stared closely at Doctor Marwyn's wound, watching Qyburn's every move.

The gray-haired old man slowly pinched a chip and steadily and carefully inserted it into Doctor Marwyn's wound. Even the tenacious doctor couldn't help but twitch his face, which showed that it was indeed quite painful.

Leo slightly shifted his gaze.

Sarella's eyes remained firm. She was not afraid of pain, but the question was how much damage would the chip cause and how much interference would it bring?

The chip completely disappeared into the neck.

The gray-haired old man reached out and pressed on the wound. After a few breaths, he moved it away, and Doctor Marwyn's wound had disappeared!

Sarella was even more shocked and uneasy.

This should be the power of the magic runes that King Joffrey said, and it can indeed be shared with others.

Sarella immediately thought of future wars.

Dorne once resisted Aegon the Conqueror's dragons, but could it resist King Joffrey's terrifying army in the future? What price would they pay?

She dared not delve into the answer to the question.

What's more, all she could do now was watch quietly, and she was only allowed to do so.

The steel knife and the chip then came behind Leo.

Leo took a deep breath, trying to stop his body from trembling, his eyes staring straight at King Joffrey in front of him, seemingly seeking courage from the king.

Joffrey observed Marwyn.

This doctor, who didn't look like a scholar, had adapted to his current state, shaking his head and marveling, muttering something from time to time.

This was not surprising.

When the Divine Grace Light Curtain, which only the person himself could see, was first implanted, almost everyone would become this funny and laughable.

After all, the Divine Grace Light Curtain could be said to bring a second world to the host, a world of information.

It was normal for the reaction to be intense.

“Your Majesty, may I ask presumptuously, what is your opinion of the Citadel?”

Joffrey was slightly surprised. Marwyn did not say these words, but sent them through the Divine Grace Light Curtain.

The speed of learning is quite fast.

Joffrey also asked through the light curtain: “What do you think? Feel free to make any suggestions, and I will seriously consider them.”

Joffrey knew the importance and harm of the Citadel.

The Citadel, which had cultivated maesters all over the Seven Kingdoms, maintained neutrality on the surface, never particularly favoring any lord or king, but focused on studying academics and serving the country.

But this could not convince everyone.

The Citadel was not only located in Oldtown, but also received long-term funding from the Hightower family of Oldtown.

The Citadel is absolutely neutral?

The Hightower family has no influence on the Citadel?

Heh heh.

What he couldn't accept even more was that the Citadel was not only suspected of promoting the extinction of dragons, but also stubbornly and foolishly resisted magic and mysterious forces.

This was too much.

In a world where magic exists, scholars who pursue knowledge actually reject the truth and are prejudiced against objective laws. They are definitely a reactionary force.

Must be overthrown.

The goal was very clear. But how to achieve this result, whether to crack it violently or to divide and win over, there was still room for discussion.

Marwyn, who had abandoned darkness and turned to the light, could play some role.

Marwyn sent a message:

“The Conclave of the Citadel has always hated magic and clung to the old ways.

After Your Majesty ordered Highgarden to submit and be loyal, the Citadel will definitely not resist. But for the sake of the overall situation in the future, the old antiques of the Citadel cannot be allowed to continue to hinder the development of the Seven Kingdoms.

However, the Citadel involves too many people, so it is best not to use force.

People in the Citadel who have not yet decayed can be absorbed into the academy, and facts can be used to shatter their prejudices, so that more brains and ideas can be used by us and explore the mysteries for Your Majesty.

In a few years, the backward and outdated Citadel will disappear on its own.”

Marwyn's words showed his attitude, abandoning the Citadel, being loyal to the Iron Throne, and concentrating on building the King's Landing Academy.

Joffrey was very satisfied, “Good suggestion. I believe there are still some talents in the Citadel. Suitable people can be selected into the academy and managed by you. The tasks of the academy will be very heavy, and the more talents the better.”

Marwyn certainly wouldn't say no.

Qyburn retracted the blood-stained steel knife, “Your Majesty, the three divine graces have been bestowed.”

Joffrey glanced at the dazed Sarella and Leo, then ignored them and projected a map of King's Landing on the ground.

“The academy is for you to use. Qyburn, Marwyn, and also call Hallyne of the Alchemist's Guild. The three of you doctors will design the academy drawings together. It must be practical and inspiring.”

A beam of light pinned the Flea Bottom.

“The entire Flea Bottom has been cleared, and the academy will be built here.”

Joffrey specially instructed, “There is no need to consider technology, just imagine, just as if you are having a beautiful dream, any ground building can be successful.”

Can a beautiful dream also become a reality? Marwyn felt the weight of the badge on his chest.

Yes, with this kind of power, what is there to be afraid of?

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