Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

"After this round of clear-out is finished, the estimated number of people will exceed 30,000."

Among them, over 20,000 are homeless and have unstable livelihoods, several thousand make a living from crime, and several thousand are unlucky individuals with suspicious backgrounds. This is a considerable human resource.

Joffrey had already made his plans.

"Ser Jaime, the Ministry of War can select five thousand people from them to join the new recruit ranks."

Selecting the five thousand most suitable for combat and mixing them in with twenty thousand new recruits, then putting them through training, the only outcome will be complete assimilation.

After all, they have no other choice.

"Elin, you select another five thousand people to serve as eyes and ears, also undergoing new recruit training, and then supplementing the Security Bureau and Statistics Bureau."

Weren't the Little Birds once born from these people?

"Hannah, you will take the lead in establishing the Logistics Bureau, responsible for ensuring the material needs of various departments and the army. Select ten thousand people; use the foolish ones for labor and gradually promote the clever ones, teaching them to read, learn arithmetic, and broaden their horizons until they become qualified Quartermasters."

For these ten thousand people, becoming a Quartermaster is already the best way out. If they still have a shred of sanity and hope for the future, they shouldn't harbor resentment.

"Tyrion, I'm giving you ten thousand people to establish the Engineering Bureau. Starting from August, not just the Sewers, but the entire King's Landing will undergo a great transformation, especially the East City." Joffrey had already planned many factories and facilities.

"The rest will be handed over to the Dungeon and the Research Department; they need people too."

"How is it?"

Joffrey smiled lightly, satisfied with his thoughtful arrangements.

While Tyrion offered similar compliments to his colleagues, his mind was focused on the Logistics Bureau and Engineering Bureau that the King had lightly mentioned.

New departments with thousands, even tens of thousands of people, given significant power, but also burdened with heavy tasks.

What a whimsical twelve-year-old King.

Tyrion couldn't help but recall carefully, in just a single month, Joffrey first demanded taxes from the Seven Kingdoms, proclaimed a Miracle, and then implemented drastic reforms: the Ministry of War, the Research Department, the Security Bureau, the Ministry of the Gospel...

He bestowed Divine Grace, conducted a city-wide clear-out, capturing thirty thousand people, and it seemed he had already arranged places for these people.

Observing from the side, Tyrion felt that Joffrey was treating King's Landing and even the Seven Kingdoms as a game, and the King himself was enthusiastically building his desired sandcastle on the beach, laughing like a child.

In fact, the King was indeed a child. And who doesn't have a child who refuses to grow up living inside them?

Yet, no one could restrain the King's every move. Cersei's strong will and rudeness were completely absent in front of Joffrey. Eddard could only offer a few light words of persuasion when he was in the Red Keep, not to mention that he had already returned to The North.

And the noble and proud Duke Tywin Lannister, surprisingly, just silently watched the King act as he pleased.

It's not surprising, really. The King is a disobedient child, but he is also an Emissary of The Gods who possesses unimaginable power. With magic like Divine Grace, who would dare say he is not a Divine Emissary?

To openly oppose a King favored by The Gods, anyone would have to think carefully and consider whether they could withstand the Fire brought down by The Gods.

Moreover, Lord Tywin is the Regent and Master of Laws, his brother is the Master of Ships, his eldest son has become the Master of War and will command the land forces of the Iron Throne, and his daughter is the Queen Regent.

Even his unloved younger son is the Master of Coin on the Small Council Meeting.

Thinking this way, the high and mighty Duke Tywin is practically the most powerful person in the Seven Kingdoms. Why would he refuse the young King?

So, if even Duke Tywin is like this, will the drastic changes in King's Landing also be accepted by the people? Even if the King roughly seizes half of King's Landing and manipulates tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people at will?

Will it really be like this?

Tyrion thought a lot, feeling conflicted, and gradually began to doubt himself. Perhaps I am too pessimistic?

Cough, cough, Joffrey put away his smile. "All the pleasantries are over. It's time to discuss the unavoidable difficulties. Tyrion, you start."

"Ah?" Tyrion looked up at the King, confused.

Joffrey asked with a serious face, "How many Gold Dragons are currently in the Royal Treasury? How many weapons? How much grain? How long will they last?"

Tyrion's mind had returned. "Including yesterday's additions, the Royal Treasury has over one million seven hundred and sixty thousand Gold Dragons. We still have enough weapons to equip ten thousand infantrymen, plus over four thousand warhorses, about ten thousand pack animals, and enough grain to feed the entire city for a year."

Among these, Littlefinger and Varys contributed a large portion.

Joffrey summarized for him, "Once the war starts, everything can only last for a year, right?"

Tyrion could only nod heavily.

The expressions of the various ministers became solemn; no one failed to understand how serious the situation was.

A year is not short, but it is certainly not abundant. Who knows when the war will end? After Renly, the Seven Kingdoms will likely not become stable instantly.

One or two years? Three or five years? Both are possible.

If the Gold Dragons and supplies supplemented during this time are not enough to sustain consumption, and the various reserves drop to the bottom line, coupled with debt and rebellion pressing down, then it will truly be a difficulty sufficient to crush the kingdom.

Joffrey turned to Elin. "How is the situation with supplies entering the city recently? Tell the Lords."

Elin used his mind to manipulate the Light Screen and brought up the detailed data. "The fish caught by fishermen from the river and Port entering the city is relatively stable. The supply of vegetables, barley, wheat, etc., from farmers outside the city has also not decreased, enough to feed a hundred thousand people."

"The grain transported by various families in the Crownlands has gradually decreased. The day before yesterday, it had already dropped to eighty percent of what it was at the end of June, only enough to supply three hundred thousand people."

"Supplies from the Stormlands and Reach in the south have almost been cut off, with only scattered small merchants entering the city, which can be ignored. The Goldroad in the Westerlands is also threatened by the rebel soldiers from the south, and the number of convoys is pitifully small."

"Fortunately, the grain transported from the Riverlands and The Vale is barely enough to satisfy the remaining population in the city."

"However," Elin's tone was low, "if this continues, within a month, there will be tens of thousands of starving people in King's Landing. The price of bread will skyrocket, unless we start releasing the grain stored in the Red Keep."

The grain stored in the warehouses must not be touched lightly; it is the greatest confidence and backing for a long-term war.

Tyrion offered a suggestion, "How about inviting grain ships from Essos? At least the sea lanes and Blackwater Bay are still open."

Westeros had always sold grain to the East, but now it was the other way around.

Joffrey decided to consider solutions close at hand. "Essos is too far, the sea conditions are unstable, making stable supply difficult, and the price will surely be expensive. It's safest to transport grain from the Crownlands and the Riverlands."

He looked at the Kingslayer, Jaime. "Why have the families in the Crownlands reduced their grain supply? Ser Jaime, please write a few letters to inquire."

Jaime understood the King's underlying meaning. If that didn't work, the new recruits would have to take a few strolls outside the city.

Joffrey said calmly, "Everyone, Renly's rebels will attack us in September. We have one month."

"Sort out King's Landing and the Crownlands, and take the first step in building the Holy City. Renly is nothing to fear!"

Joffrey stared at the map of King's Landing on the table.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Everyone responded firmly in unison.

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