Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

By the time the Fourth Investigation Team checked the four hundred and forty-ninth Grid, they had already accumulated four to five thousand "Three-No Personnel".

Theon hadn't expected the situation to be this extreme.

Beggars, orphans, the disabled, the elderly, the foolish, the sick, and those who had fallen into depravity – more than half of Flea Bottom consisted of these people, with no legitimate means of livelihood.

How could they have lived this long?

Theon couldn't imagine the full picture. But he knew that the means by which these people survived must be dark and卑微, born of sin, forced by sin, and skilled at creating sin.

It really is time to clean up, this place. Theon somewhat understood the King's feelings.

But cleaning up wasn't easy.

Almost everyone in Flea Bottom was incredibly slippery, and very few were willing to comply with the arrangements. To implement the plan, the Investigation Team had to resort to coercive measures.

After all, His Majesty had given the order not to let these people continue to degenerate, but to find a way out for them, both for King's Landing and for their own future. King's Landing could no longer have beggars or thieves.

Unfortunately, these people probably wouldn't think so themselves.

Although there were swords and blades before them, if someone lost their mind and caused chaos, it wouldn't be easy to handle.

Theon stared at the slightly chaotic scene, his expression growing more and more serious.

Too many people needed to be forcibly detained. One soldier had to guard over a dozen, and even though these people were tightly bound together, it still looked very unsettling.

"Jorah, shouldn't we call for backup?" Theon hesitated slightly.

The situation seemed unfavorable, but it was still calm for now. Perhaps he was just scaring himself, and everything was actually under control.

Theon was reluctant to admit the instability of the situation.

Glancing at the crowded people around him, Jorah Mormont decisively sent an alert on the Divine Grace Light Screen. "What are you waiting for? Call for people quickly. With just a few hundred people now, it's definitely not enough."

A chaotic crowd wouldn't care about swords and blades. If thousands or tens of thousands rioted together, even if they couldn't defeat a well-trained army, the various losses wouldn't be small.

"After the backup arrives, get these people out of here first," Jorah looked at the thousands of captives.

"We can't let the people of Flea Bottom see these captured guys. They won't think good things; they'll only become more and more panicked, until they finally go mad and lose their minds, losing their fear of swords and blades."

That made a lot of sense. Theon silently clicked the alert on the Light Screen.

Theon felt a bit regretful. He should have started calling for people when he forcibly detained the first Three-No Personnel, after all, he knew how far they had to go.

Before Flea Bottom is destroyed, there will probably be some resistance.

Theon and the Fourth Investigation Team cautiously stopped, choosing to wait for backup at the four hundred and forty-ninth Grid, ensuring the mission proceeded as smoothly as possible.

Among the Three-No Personnel who were being concentrated and guarded, Black Dog was staring outwards with wide Eyes.

Although his hands and feet were tied and his mouth was stuffed with rough, hard wood blocks, Black Dog still hadn't given up hope. He saw familiar faces in the crowd.

The reason Flea Bottom had existed for so long certainly wasn't just because of the harsh environment or the constantly replenishing poor people. Black Dog knew another important reason: the gangs and the big figures behind them.

The Gold Cloaks were making such a big fuss today, seemingly determined to completely turn Flea Bottom upside down. It was easy to imagine that everyone who relied on Flea Bottom for a living wouldn't agree.

The gangs would definitely make a move. Black Dog was full of hope.

At that time, the Gold Cloaks definitely wouldn't be able to attend to this side. As long as he seized the opportunity to break free from these ropes and hide somewhere no one could find him, enduring these two days, he didn't believe the Gold Cloaks could keep waiting forever.

Although the Gold Cloaks spoke nicely, Black Dog had no interest in the so-called Engineering Team.

He didn't understand many things, but at least he understood one principle: there was no such thing as a free lunch, and anything that was too eager would definitely not be good.

He would rather stay in Flea Bottom.

Black Dog looked at the gang members in the crowd, his Eyes filled with expectation and encouragement, wishing he could stand up and resist for those people.

Just escape today. Black Dog thought this single-mindedly.

Now the Gold Cloaks' swords and blades had the upper hand, but they couldn't come over and scare people every day. Flea Bottom would eventually return to how it was.

Just escape today.

Perhaps it was Black Dog's gaze that had an effect, as someone finally made a move.

"My lords of the Gold Cloaks, what exactly do you want to do? This is the low-class Flea Bottom, but it's also our only home. Who isn't afraid in their hearts?"

Theon immediately glared fiercely at the speaker, his Eyes full of killing intent.

"How dare you! I'll say it one last time, by His Majesty's decree, we are investigating the rebels in Flea Bottom. Everyone must obey. You want to cause trouble!?"

Several Soldiers immediately raised their crossbows and aimed at that person.

That person looked directly at Theon, seemingly certain that he wouldn't make a move. "As soon as you lords arrived, you asked about the ownership of these houses and objects, but you seem to have forgotten that this is Flea Bottom. How many people can produce the proof or contracts you want?"

The crowd instantly became a bit chaotic. The Soldiers drew their swords and shouted sternly, which finally brought the situation back under control.

That person continued, "According to your meaning, does that mean everyone can no longer live in these houses, even though they are already dilapidated, even though they haven't had a clear owner for hundreds of years?"

"How do you plan to deal with these houses? Just leave them empty, or completely destroy them?"

Voices of agreement actually began to emerge from the crowd.

What malicious intentions! Theon almost ordered this person to be shot.

Jorah grabbed his arm, and Theon turned his head. Jorah shook his head slightly, his gaze also urging him to calm down.

Backup hadn't arrived yet. Once blood was shed, if the situation completely spiraled out of control...

Theon glanced coldly at the man. "So what do you want to do? Let Flea Bottom continue to rot?"

Just drag it out for a while.

"You live such difficult lives. Your Majesty is merciful and has given you a brighter path. If anyone is still unwilling, they are simply the biggest fool under the heavens!"

The soldiers also conveyed contempt and confusion with their eyes, seemingly extremely puzzled by the people's reaction at this moment.

The crowd gradually began to waver.

At least so far, no one had been killed. The monks and septas among those people didn't look fake; they were all pious and gentle.

Perhaps it really wasn't a bad thing?

The man laughed loudly and pointed to the pile of people tied up together. "Nice words are easy to say, aren't they? Once we all end up like those on the ground over there, won't you, my lord, be able to do whatever you want with us?"

"Why don't you, my lord, let us go first and wait a little while? If it's really such a great thing, everyone isn't stupid, don't they know how to choose?"

The voices of agreement in the crowd grew louder. This suggestion clearly suited the wishes of most people.

Theon looked around. Half of his soldiers were guarding the captives, dozens were beside the crowd, dozens were searching everywhere, and one or two hundred were guarding the boundaries of the Grid.

Soon, several small teams had already arrived. Theon stared intently at the Light Screen. Dozens, even hundreds, of small teams were already approaching Flea Bottom, needing only a quarter of an hour.

"Stop! Don't move!" Jorah's voice suddenly erupted.

Theon glared fiercely. Several people had already run far outside, towards the Grid that hadn't been checked yet. The man had disappeared, and more people became restless.

"Watch the captives, guard the boundaries," Theon ordered through clenched teeth.

In the end, they would still have to use their swords.

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