Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

"Notify the lords to come for a council."

The Gods bless.

Three nights passed, and Hot Pie finally waited for the big commotion in Bronze Gate.

Hot Pie didn't care about being excited. He immediately moved the perspective of the screen displaying the scene, quickly approaching Renly in the picture.

Opportunities like this were rare.

The Security Bureau had clear instructions for this situation: the observation perspectives of personnel monitoring the same target could not overlap to avoid missing information.

In other words, the security officers had to compete for positions.

In the past few days, Hot Pie had deeply experienced the cruel and ruthless nature of this rule.

Almost every time he found a suitable position, other faster and more perceptive colleagues had already occupied that spot, and he could only choose a secondary position to gather intelligence.

As a result, the information Hot Pie reported was either more delayed and one-sided than other security officers, or less important.

His task ranking also became the last because of this.

Hot Pie then made up his mind to stay by Renly's side day and night, just waiting for the False King Renly, who was busy feasting and relaxing, to remember the important matters.

Now, his efforts finally paid off.

He moved the screen perspective behind the False King Renly at the fastest speed, and then immediately sent a confirmation signal.

At this point, Hot Pie was completely relieved.

Once the confirmation signal was sent, a translucent figure would appear at the position from which the signal was sent on the security officers' screens, reminding the security officers to choose other positions for reconnaissance.

This design could maximize the completeness and detail of the Security Bureau's intelligence.

But for each security officer, it had its pros and cons. After all, with different observation positions, the scene everyone could see naturally varied, and intelligence gathering was inevitably affected.

Those who occupied good positions were naturally happy, while those who were not satisfied with their positions did not dare to abandon the task and could only consider themselves unlucky.

Hot Pie knew that his position today should be the best.

He could not let down the good luck bestowed by The Gods.

Hot Pie carefully examined everything on the screen.

Within a few breaths.

Hundreds of translucent figures appeared on his screen, distributed in various corners of the hall.

Under the gaze of hundreds of eyes.

The Earls and generals of Bronze Gate entered the hall one by one.

...

The War Council was held in the hall of Bronze Gate.

Sitting at the highest position was the legitimate monarch of the Seven Kingdoms, His Majesty King Renly Baratheon I.

The vassals of Storm's End sat at the long tables on both sides of the high platform, discussing fiercely, or rather, arguing.

Unlike the previous cheerful and harmonious meetings.

This time, the nobles either roared, cursed loudly, reasoned, coaxed and tricked, spoke with jokes, bargained, slammed the table with wine, or threatened.

They argued whether the future held easily obtainable victory or terrifying unknown monsters.

Renly sat quietly, listening intently.

He understood why the atmosphere of this War Council was so different.

Ravens and spies from the North brought the latest news, news from King's Landing, the Iron Throne, and further north.

Was the news true?

Renly shouldn't have doubted it; those people had no reason to risk their lives to betray or lie. But the content of the new news was truly让人不得不心生疑虑.

Most of the news known before was normal and favorable.

Although the forces in The North were gathering, they were not moving south.

Duke Tywin was far away in Casterly Rock.

Kevan Lannister led the army at Harrenhal and took over the forces provided by The Vale and Riverlands, only twenty thousand men.

The Iron Islands were still watching.

King's Landing had been sealed since the end of June. People entering and leaving the city were strictly checked, and credible information was becoming less and less, while intentionally spread rumors were increasing.

But much information could also be obtained from the people in the Crownlands and outside the city.

The forces provided by the Crownlands vassals were easy to estimate, plus the New Recruits recruited by King's Landing, at most one or two tens of thousands.

People from Wendwater and Massey's Hook had also poured into King's Landing, almost doubling the city's population. Its food supply heavily relied on The Vale and Riverlands, and the situation with other Supplies was naturally similar.

Joffrey was even more arrogant and conceited.

He proclaimed the Doomsday, falsely claimed to be a Divine Emissary, renamed The Faith to the Ministry of the Gospel, designated Sunday as Worship Day, changed the symbol of The Seven to a Six-Pointed Star, and even printed it on newly minted copper coins.

This was not all.

They even sent people to spread the so-called Divine Grace and Divine Decree, fabricating Miracles during the coronation.

What about a Giant as tall as a hill? What about The Great Other and the Others? What about the Holy War Army? These are clearly tricks to scare children and fool the common people.

And the Holy City and the murdered Bishop.

They actually used this as an excuse to send troops to loot the entire city, not sparing even the Property of the Lords and the Free Cities. Joffrey is a madman, are the ministers in the Red Keep also mad?

Renly didn't understand, but he was happy to see it happen.

The court in King's Landing seemed to have no consideration for how to deal with the war, only abusing violence, fabricating rumors, and causing chaos throughout King's Landing.

The more similar Information Renly received, the more confident he became in his plan to reclaim the Iron Throne.

But.

Renly looked at the arguing crowd below.

Who would have thought that after only three days in Bronze Gate, the intelligence would completely change, and the weak and crazy enemy would become a terrifying and magical giant beast?

Were the previous messages carefully crafted traps by the enemy, or are the current new messages?

Renly finally spoke his first sentence.

"Joffrey is not the King. How could The Gods bless such a degenerate bloodline?"

Everyone in the hall immediately fell silent and looked at the King.

"Your Majesty, he is just a madman, just like Aerys II."

Bryce Caron, the Earl of Nightsong, had a proud and confident look, "Only sending two hundred men to fight at Massey's Hook, can a title of 'Holy War Army' be worth two thousand Knights? Only a madman could do such a thing!"

"Counting the time, my bastard brother Roland Storm is probably already writing a victory report to Your Majesty."

Earl Caron patted his chest and guaranteed, "The two hundred Lannister men will surely be annihilated, and Beric Dondarrion, who betrayed his legitimate King and Liege Lord, will also be brought before Your Majesty to face judgment!"

However, Casper Wylde, the Earl of Rainwood, was still worried.

"It's not just the Lannisters who saw those people using Fire and healing power, there are also many trustworthy good people."

The blockade of King's Landing suddenly loosened a lot.

Bronze Gate thus received terrifying Information it had never received before from more people.

The Fire of the Holy War Army, the instantly healed wounds when the so-called "Divine Grace Core" was implanted, and the uniformly described coronation Miracle.

Renly observed each Lord with a gentle gaze.

Lester Morrigen, the Earl of Crow's Nest, clearly agreed with Earl Wylde's judgment.

Hugh Grandison, the Earl of Allview, had a look of disdain.

Haywood Fell, the Earl of Fallenwood, had a calm expression, but Renly could see his inner anxiety.

The morale of the army was shaken.

Renly couldn't scold them, wasn't he himself hesitant because of this?

It was time to move.

Renly drew his Sword, "Order the troops at Massey's Hook to fall back and defend. The entire army will break camp tomorrow and march west along the line of Fallenwood and Greenvalley to Bitterbridge."

The Earls stood up and saluted, "Yes, Your Majesty."

On the other side.

The satisfied Hot Pie remembered that tomorrow was Sunday, so he decided to go to the Great Sept of Baelor to worship and thank The Gods for the good luck they had bestowed.

The new statue should be finished by now.

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