Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

It was noon.

The Fourth Investigation Team finally faced its biggest challenge – Flea Bottom.

This was where the lowest and poorest people of King's Landing gathered. Narrow alleys and haphazardly piled-up broken shacks formed it, the only refuge for beggars, orphans, and the homeless.

It was also King's Landing's biggest tumor.

For hundreds of years, Flea Bottom had been a lawless land, known for its chaos and pervasive stench.

Not to mention ordinary folk, even the patrolling Gold Cloaks were unwilling to approach, letting this slum and the derelicts within rot as they pleased.

But today, even Flea Bottom was within the scope of the city-wide cleanup.

The task of the Fourth Investigation Team was quite arduous.

Standing outside the boundary of Grid 441, Theon Greyjoy frowned deeply, his face full of disgust and disdain.

"Flea Bottom is actually this disgusting, it's even worse than a pigsty!"

Since joining the Gold Cloaks, Theon had been wandering around the Red Keep and the prosperous areas of the city. This was truly the first time he had seen the state of Flea Bottom with his own eyes.

Unimaginably filthy, full of all sorts of trash that polluted the Eyes.

Theon really didn't want to step a single foot into it.

In a place like this, it was no wonder His Majesty wanted to completely tear it down and rebuild. Theon recalled the task His Majesty the King had personally ordered, and immediately felt it was even more difficult and troublesome.

Colonel Jorah Mormont of the Ministry of War, standing beside him, also had a solemn look in his Eyes.

"Commander Theon, the situation here is complex. Not only is the environment complicated and crowded, but the people are also chaotic and ignorant. Executing His Majesty the King's command will probably not be too easy."

During their interactions this morning, Jorah's evaluation of Theon was neither good nor bad. Overall, he was a young man eager to prove himself, proud and impetuous.

But Jorah did not underestimate this inexperienced colleague.

Regardless of the Greyjoy family's background, Theon's current position alone was enough to show his not-low status in the King's heart.

It should be known that the officers of the Ministry of War were granted ranks such as General, Colonel, Lieutenant Colonel, and Major. The structure of the Royal Guard, reorganized from the King's Landing City Watch, was largely similar.

As the Commander of the Royal Guard, Theon commanded a thousand men, and was already on the same level as Jorah, a Colonel in the Ministry of War.

The Fourth Investigation Team was also jointly responsible for by the two of them.

Moreover, in terms of age and future, the future of Theon, who had just reached adulthood, was undoubtedly brighter. The younger generation was formidable.

Jorah suddenly sighed. After this war was over, perhaps it was time to go home and see, leaving the stage to the young people, the next generation of the Seven Kingdoms.

Theon's expression gradually calmed, "I still need Colonel Jorah's full support. With our combined efforts, no matter how much or how stubborn the filth in Flea Bottom is, it can only disappear according to His Majesty's will!"

Jorah looked ahead, "What are we waiting for? Let's begin."

Theon waved his hand behind him, and the entire Fourth Investigation Team immediately stepped into Grid 441.

The people inside had long been restless.

The situation this morning was too unusual. Everyone was resting, when suddenly more than twenty Soldiers burst in, gathered everyone into an open space without explanation, and didn't allow them to move, practically treating them as prisoners.

Initially, this was nothing. Living in a place like Flea Bottom, who hadn't been troubled by the Gold Cloaks a few times? In the end, they all gave up obediently.

But the Soldiers' methods today began to become strange.

Everyone knew that the alleys and holes in the houses here were countless. Even after living here for twenty years, they couldn't claim to know all of them. It was impossible for just over twenty newcomers to search everyone out.

The people who were unlucky enough to be rounded up in the open space were actually laughing inside, and even winking at their companions hiding in the shadows.

But later, everyone saw with their own Eyes the leading Soldier holding a small white ball, looking at it from time to time, and then sending Soldiers to catch people, and it was accurate every time! The ones caught were always the most cunning guys!

This was too terrifying!

Everyone understood what this meant. Flea Bottom was no longer their safest little den. As long as the Gold Cloaks were willing, they could completely turn Flea Bottom upside down at any time with just a few hundred or a few thousand people!

More and more people gathered in the open space, and the atmosphere became increasingly uneasy. What did the Gold Cloaks want to do?

No one knew.

Occasionally, someone dared to ask, only to receive perfunctory responses or incomprehensible words.

Those who couldn't get an answer quietly offered their own thoughts.

Some thought they were looking for a big shot hiding in Flea Bottom, some worried that their copper coins wouldn't be safe, and some even thought the Gold Cloaks were going to kill everyone!

Massacre. This thought irresistibly settled into everyone's heart.

Yes, why not? In the Eyes of outsiders, Flea Bottom only had stench, filth, and sin, and should not exist at all. Without Flea Bottom, the lords would probably only applaud.

Look at the current situation. Everyone was rounded up together, and the Gold Cloaks weren't even willing to let anyone go. What else could it be?

A large group of gleaming Soldiers walked closer with a clatter.

Hundreds or thousands of Eyes in the open space looked over, with expressions of numbness, unease, panic, disgust, and resentment.

The young officer in black armor and Gold Cloaks leading the way had a young face, "By His Majesty's decree, I, Theon Greyjoy, Commander of the Royal Guard, am leading a team to clear Flea Bottom, sort out the alleys and houses, and eliminate rebels. Everyone must cooperate!"

The officer waved his hand, and immediately a large group of people holding Crystal balls appeared behind him, wearing clothes that were too clean to appear in Flea Bottom.

One of the Crystal balls lit up with Light in front of a person's Eyes, and then spoke on its own, "Lemon Cake, how much wealth do you have, what assets, how did you obtain them, and who can testify for you?"

Black Dog was stunned for a while in front of this strange voice, and then remembered the Silver Stag from the King's coronation.

To deal with the person at the table, he had just made up a new name: Lemon Cake.

Before this, Black Dog had never actually tasted it, only smelled that maddening fragrance from passing carts.

He didn't know how he had thought of its name at that time.

But after getting that Silver Stag that day, Black Dog had indulged in them. The taste of the sweet cakes crumbling on his tongue was indeed incredibly sweet, and he could still clearly recall it now.

My wealth and assets?

The fierceness in Black Dog's eyes gradually faded, turning into a strange confusion and sadness, with a peculiar smile still on his face. "None, none, none at all."

The crystal ball spoke again. "Lemon Cake, are you willing to answer the Royal Family's call and suppress the rebels?"

Black Dog looked around. Many people had a crystal ball flashing in front of them. Pick up a sword and risk his life for the King who sat high above?

Thinking about that Silver Stag, and then those sweet cakes, Black Dog still felt that his life was more important.

Black Dog racked his brains to answer as tactfully as possible. "How could someone like me be qualified to go to the battlefield? I'm afraid I'd only cause trouble, so perhaps not."

The crystal ball flashed. "Lemon Cake, a person with no status, no profession, and no family. Assigned to the Engineering Team. Execute immediately."

What Engineering Team? Before Black Dog could react, the shadows of two soldiers enveloped him from above, followed by four arms like iron pincers.

Before being completely pinned down, Black Dog twisted his head and saw shining armor all around.

No one can escape. He thought, both amused and annoyed.

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