Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

The afternoon was sweltering.

In the Prime Minister's bedroom, seven monks held the "Seven-Star Bible" and prayed to the Seven Gods for the beloved Prime Minister Jon.

Originating from the Andal Mountains, the Seven Gods had long become the mainstream faith of Westeros.

The Seven Gods are one in seven aspects, transforming into the Father, the Mother, the Warrior, the Maiden, the Smith, the Crone, and the Stranger, guiding the world to spend their lives correctly.

"Righteous Father, a person who has done good all his life should not suffer such torment."

"Merciful Mother, bless the world with peace, free from disaster and disease."

"Warrior, grant him the courage and strength to overcome illness."

"..."

"Wise Crone, please guide us to a way to save him from his pain."

"Stranger, come later, not today, not today..."

Jon Arryn, however, could not hear these prayers.

Tormented by illness, he had fallen into a deep dream.

Sometimes, he seemed to return to the child in the Eyrie, running and jumping happily within the castle, with a crowd of servants chasing after him.

Sometimes, he suddenly grew into a steady young man, learning knowledge and swordsmanship, and befriending nobles, merchants, and knights.

He married and watched his wife pass away. He appointed one heir after another, watching them meet with accidents.

He had two foster sons. Robert's lively and cheerful laughter spread throughout the Eyrie every day, bringing some vitality even to the silent and serious Eddard.

Robert and Eddard gradually grew up.

He received a strict order from the "Mad King", but how could he bear to push his foster sons into the hell of death?

High as honor. He followed the honor in his heart.

The "Usurper's War" began.

The rebel army was not weak. The Vale, the Stormlands, the Riverlands, and the North, four feudal dukes raised the banner of rebellion together.

However, many of the lords under his command were still royalists or centrists, and these people had to be dealt with first.

Robert and Eddard both performed very well, winning victory after victory.

They captured Gulltown, fought the Battle of Summerhall, and eliminated and subdued the forces that did not obey.

The Battle of the Bells defeated the royal army, and the rebel army's prestige greatly increased.

At the Trident River, Robert smashed the red ruby three-headed dragon on Prince Rhaegar Targaryen's chest with a heavy hammer, and the death knell of the Targaryen dynasty rang out.

What exciting times those were.

Afterwards, Robert became king, getting fatter and fatter, indulging in pleasure all day long, while he himself became the one who sat on the Iron Throne most often.

Then, he had his only son from his wife Lysa.

My son, Robert, my little Robin, grow up quickly, grow strong quickly.

Robert...

Pycelle heard the Prime Minister's voice again.

Not a meaningless, blurred wail, but a repeated call.

Robert, Robert, Robert...

The king finally rushed over. "Pycelle, how is the old man? Why did he suddenly..."

King Robert was both surprised and grieved. Apart from what happened to Lyanna, this was simply the worst thing he could imagine.

Grand Maester respectfully stood up, with a compassionate expression.

"Your Majesty, I have done my best, but, given Duke Arryn's age and the long-term burden of national affairs, his body and mind are exhausted, and a sudden illness is unavoidable."

The king's expression was about to eat people.

Pycelle trembled all over, and with great effort, he stammered, "The condition, there is no sign of improvement. Perhaps, we can give Duke Arryn some poppy milk to drink. At least to relieve his pain."

Poppy milk, used for pain relief and anesthesia, can hardly be considered a good way to treat the disease.

The king's anger instantly erupted, and his huge right fist went straight to Pycelle's face, "What nonsense! Pycelle, get out! Get out! My fist doesn't recognize useless guys like you!"

Pycelle hurriedly slipped out.

The room quieted down, King Robert looked around, and finally sat down on the bed dejectedly.

For a long time, he kept holding his foster father's hand and talking about the good old days. But the Prime Minister's spirit still did not recover, and he just kept shouting "Robert" from time to time.

Lady Lysa still refused to let little Robert get close.

I don't know how long it took.

The king also gave up hope sadly, "Call Pycelle over here."

After drinking the poppy milk, Jon Arryn woke up like a dying ember. Seeing his foster son Robert and his wife Lysa, he opened his mouth.

In an instant, countless thoughts and pictures flashed through his mind.

But in the end, Jon only said, "The seed is strong," and then murmured and closed his eyes, returning to his dream.

After that, he calmed down and didn't speak again.

......

In the shadows.

Minister of Finance Petyr Baelish was waiting for the final news.

Lord Jon, you are too impatient. How can it work if you don't give people time to prepare?

Although he orchestrated this murder, he considered it only a last resort and far from perfect.

The Lannister secret was not unknown.

The reason why it has been hidden for so many years is only because the insiders feel that the risk is too great or the benefits are not enough to have a motivation.

Before Duke Stannis and Prime Minister Jon "discovered" the truth and decided to send Lysa back to the Eyrie, Littlefinger was actually one of these secret keepers.

Damn Varys, cunning Renly.

He could have created more perfect chaos, but now he had to act hastily in advance.

There was no way, Lysa was really a perfect pawn, and Petyr had other important arrangements for her, so how could he let her return to the Vale like this?

Even so, he was confident that he could successfully turn the lion, wolf, deer, and eagle against each other.

The so-called five-nation alliance will collapse overnight.

The war is inevitable, the Riverlands will inevitably bleed endlessly, and the Reach and Dorne will not be indifferent.

Wonderful chaos is coming.

The tournament these days is the best time.

Prime Minister Jon was close to the final evidence, and as soon as the book was in hand, he would let Lysa do it, and the old Jon in pain would tell the foster son king the truth before he died.

At that time, the old lion Tywin's large army would be in King's Landing, and a bloody battle would be inevitable.

But unexpected factors appeared one after another.

Little Devil actually instigated Joffrey to want a dragon egg, and the queen's deterrent power has not disappeared, and Petyr had to spend a whole day arranging it.

Then there was Jon Arryn. He thought the action would be faster, but the old guy only found the book last night.

The last and most fatal point was that Duke Tywin actually set off to return on the third day after the tournament - yesterday morning, and Cersei and the three children, even the Kingslayer, went with him!

Stupid Cersei! Arrogant Tywin!

Once the Lannisters leave, the chaos created by the death of the Prime Minister will be greatly reduced.

The power of the deer, eagle, fish, and wolf linked by King Robert cannot be matched by the lion alone. At that time, the cold and rational Duke Tywin will not care about his face, although the Westerlands will pay the price, but the war will end quickly.

This is not Petyr Baelish's purpose.

But he was not discouraged.

He has been here for so many years, and he has enough patience to wait for the next opportunity.

Although the lion's withdrawal from King's Landing is not the best result, at least without the five-nation alliance, the contradictions and differences between the seven countries will become greater and greater.

The next opportunity is not far away.

He stroked the mockingbird crest on his chest and smiled mysteriously.

Without the destruction of several ducal families, how can there be a new life for the Baelish ducal family?

Petyr's ambition is great, earl, duke, Iron Throne. For the supreme power, there must be enough chaos to overturn the seven kingdoms and break the rigid and old-fashioned shackles of order.

Only in this way can his bloodline of a declining small nobleman climb higher and higher, above thousands of people.

When Aegon forged the Iron Throne, he didn't rely on blood or claims!

At this time, an inconspicuous servant walked up to him and whispered a few words in his ear.

Petyr's face revealed unprecedented astonishment.

How could this be!?

Jon Arryn!

Littlefinger had never hated this old guy so much as he does now. He had considered all kinds of unexpected factors, but he never thought that there would be a problem here.

The seed is strong! Is this your last words?

You only said this?!

Who would have thought that the Prime Minister would not accuse the Lannister siblings before his death, but would bring the secret into the tomb!

He simply felt like a clown.

He had planned so much, but in the end he only got such a result.

The Prime Minister is dead, the Lannisters are safe and sound, the king knows nothing, what will happen next?

Petyr had no mood to think about it at this time.

The seed is strong!

Jon Arryn, you old stubborn! You deserve to go to the seven hells!

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