Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

Gendry stared blankly at the Divine Grace Light Screen.

On the light screen, the light orb not far to the south was flashing red all over, and more than a dozen nearby grids simultaneously turned red, forming a contiguous area.

That was the Fourth Investigation Team, that was Flea Bottom.

"All Royal Guard Squad Leaders and their men will follow me to reinforce!" Commander Jon Snow gave the order.

Gendry was part of the Royal Guard.

The Divine Grace Light Screen quickly updated his new task: Obey the command of the Second Commander of the Royal Guard, Jon Snow, and assist in maintaining the stability of the alert grid.

"Form up! Count off!" Commander Jon's instructions were concise.

Gendry immediately pulled all twenty of his companions into a line, stood on the right side of the queue to supervise, and when it was his turn, he loudly shouted "Twenty-one".

The last number Gendry heard was thirty-six.

"Running posture, move out!" Commander Jon ordered loudly, then ran at the front himself, with the thirty-six squads following in order.

Even now, Gendry's mind was still a bit muddled.

The whole process was too fast, giving no time to think too much, only allowing him to act based on the instincts from daily training.

As the scenery on both sides of the street rapidly slid past behind him, Gendry finally had some spare time to sort through what he had seen and heard, as well as the situation he was about to face.

Previously, the 239th grid that Gendry himself was responsible for had been successfully inspected.

Although the investigation team didn't arrive until close to noon, during this long waiting period, the people in the grid were in a bad mood, and some even tried to cross the boundary, but overall it was relatively stable, without bloodshed.

After that, the arrival of Master of Coin Tyrion and Commander Jon completely stabilized the situation.

A massive team of nearly a thousand people turned the area upside down. Everything in more than a dozen shops and brothels, over twenty mansions, and dozens of houses was recorded, and everyone had nowhere to hide, only able to honestly answer questions and provide testimony.

Gendry personally saw more than a dozen people tied up and stuffed into sealed carriages along with the confiscated property.

After all of this was finished, Gendry personally clicked "Task Completed" on the Divine Grace Light Screen, restoring the 239th grid to white. This was his most glorious moment.

Immediately after, he and his squad joined the investigation team to continue with the subsequent inspections.

Lord Tyrion seemed very confident, letting all the squads stationed in each grid follow along after inspection, no longer leaving anyone to guard, which also increased the available manpower for the investigation team.

Soon, the number of people in the investigation team was much greater than the number of people being inspected in a single grid, and the inspection work was smoother than ever before.

Until the light orb to the south showed red stripes.

From the beginning, Gendry had been paying attention to the task map on the light screen.

The period when the operation began in the morning was when the grid colors changed most dramatically throughout the city. Some places would turn red for a while, then green, and the various squads nearby would run back and forth, surrounding and intercepting, just to eliminate that small red area on the map.

Gendry could imagine the distress of his colleagues over there. The dense crowds were unruly, moving frequently, and some even deliberately caused trouble, inciting the public to riot.

King's Landing was not a pool of clear water after all.

After that, Gendry had endured countless glares and sneers from people, and only then did the color of the entire city finally stabilize, a reassuring green.

After that, there were only occasional fluctuations where the various investigation teams went, but they were also quickly resolved.

Until the light orb of Flea Bottom began to show red stripes. This was the first investigation team to issue an alert signal.

Lord Tyrion dispatched twenty squads, and other investigation teams also sent out some personnel. But before most of the reinforcements could arrive, a large area in Flea Bottom lit up red again.

What would the situation be like over there? How bad would it be?

Gendry felt very uneasy. Not only was he worried about the chaotic scene that was about to come, but he was also concerned about everyone in Flea Bottom.

After all, he himself had grown up in Flea Bottom.

Although most of the memories were not pleasant, at least there were a few companions who had supported each other, and the brown soup in the simple mess hall had also fed countless orphans and bastards.

What would happen to Flea Bottom?

In the neat formation, Gendry's steps did not stop, but his heart was already in turmoil.

"Stop!" Commander Jon shouted loudly.

"Each captain will lead their team to guard along the boundary strictly! No one is allowed to approach within twenty paces, or they will be killed without mercy!"

Gendry and his squad blocked off a section of the street. Behind them was Bread Street, where countless bakeries were located, and the rich aroma of bread was filling the air.

Gendry anxiously watched every movement on the task map.

Except for the location of the investigation team in the west, more than half of Flea Bottom was left with only a deep red area. The squads within it had retreated to the boundary and lined up along the line with other arriving squads, blocking the red area within the encirclement.

The investigation team in the west pressed forward step by step, eroding the red area in the east grid by grid.

But the speed was too fast. In just half a quarter of an hour, four red grids turned green, and densely packed squads were stationed on these grids.

Gendry seemed to see the blood over there.

Then, the investigation team cut the red area in half from west to east, creating two red areas, one in the south and one in the north, like two pieces of red meat on a butcher's block.

The investigation team swept south, and this red area was quickly completely submerged.

There was no movement for the next half quarter of an hour.

They must be clearing the battlefield and dealing with the captives, Gendry thought.

Then all the squads in the south moved simultaneously, pressing firmly towards the north, squeezing the last of the red to the northernmost point.

The chaotic noise gradually grew louder. Gendry looked up with a start, countless figures from the south approaching, their momentum fierce, as if they were already prepared for a brutal battle.

Commander Jon drew his longsword. "Steady, don't forget the weapons in your hands. Get ready."

Ready for what? Gendry didn't want to think too deeply.

The crowd had already surged forward, heads pressed against heads, expressions ferocious, waving daggers, axes, wooden clubs, stones, and more in their hands.

"Get out of Flea Bottom! You ball-less Gold Cloak bastards!"

"Long live King Robert!"

"If you won't let us live, we'll fight you to the death!"

"..."

Commander Jon brought a piece of black dragon glass to his mouth, muttered a few words, and then aimed the dragon glass at the crowd.

A deafening sound rang out from the dragon glass. "By His Majesty's decree, cleanse all dust. Flea Bottom and all of you shall receive salvation. Under Divine Grace, you will not lack food or warmth, the road ahead is bright, and there is even a Holy Star as a dwelling place for your souls. Why must you offend divine might!?"

The commotion of thousands, even tens of thousands, was drowned out by this voice.

"Retreat quickly! Do you really think you can resist the Divine Decree with just yourselves?!" Commander Theon walked over from the other side, also holding a piece of dragon glass.

Gendry looked down. The people of Flea Bottom were still moving, advancing towards Rhaenys's Hill where he was located.

"Everyone shut up! Step back!" Commander Theon picked up a longbow.

The crowd was closer now, and they hadn't quieted down.

Gendry recognized a few familiar faces. Those young boys now had more vicious or cold expressions, no different from the villains who used to bully orphans.

Crack~

Gendry saw an arrow pierce through a face, as if he heard the sound of a skull exploding.

"Quiet! Step back!"

Another arrow flew towards a head.

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