Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

"Your Majesty, there are so many people. How do you plan to handle them?"

Tyrion asked sincerely.

After a full day of work yesterday, with the joint efforts of twenty thousand soldiers and several thousand monks, septas, clerks, and others, the cleanup of King's Landing achieved great success.

As of now, a total of 523,426 people have been registered.

Nearly thirty thousand of them were temporarily detained for various reasons, while over a thousand rebels went to hell, and thirty-one soldiers returned to heaven.

All of this had been reported in the first half of the Small Council Meeting just now.

What should be done next to conclude?

All the ministers quietly looked at His Majesty the King at the end of the long table.

Joffrey's gaze was fixed on the model of King's Landing on the long table in front of him. "Tyrion, what is the total area of the seized properties and land parcels? Adding the Royal Family's original holdings, does it account for half of King's Landing?"

Tyrion was momentarily stunned, then quickly calculated in his mind.

According to the latest measurements by the Research Department, using the newly defined unit of measurement, the total area of King's Landing is approximately seventy-one square kilometers.

Now, they had seized over three hundred brothels, over six hundred taverns and inns, over eight hundred shops, over a thousand warehouses, over three thousand residences, and almost the entire Flea Bottom, in addition to the Royal Family and Lannister's original properties, streets, plazas, open spaces, and ruins.

"Well, it's probably half of half. Your Majesty, King's Landing still has half a million people after all." Tyrion didn't understand what Joffrey meant.

Could it be that the King was still not satisfied?

Yesterday's actions had already left Tyrion so shocked and worried that he couldn't sleep all night.

He had thought his own actions were decisive and swift enough, but who knew the other teams were even more ruthless. Those team leaders, squad leaders, and clerks only had the King's orders in their eyes, completely disregarding the demands of the various powers.

Last night, Tyrion held the thick cleanup ledger, his hands trembling incessantly.

The King's minions were too capable. All properties and contracts with unclear ownership were invalidated, all wealth and supplies of unknown origin were confiscated, and all people with suspicious backgrounds or who were idle were arrested.

From the dense text, Tyrion clearly saw the shadow properties, contact points, and representatives of many families.

Too reckless, too arrogant.

Tyrion knew very well that King's Landing had never belonged to any one person or any one family.

Long before the Baratheon family moved into the Red Keep, powerful families and nobles from the Seven Kingdoms and even across the Narrow Sea had taken root in King's Landing, openly and secretly controlling who knows how many properties and recruiting who knows how many people.

Countless powerful forces had jointly woven a complex and tight great net in King's Landing.

Of course, the twenty thousand newly forged swords could certainly cut through everything forcefully. But what about the areas the swords couldn't reach? What about outside King's Landing?

What about the commerce of King's Landing?

If the supplies delivered by the port and roads were insufficient, how would the city operate?

Tyrion stared blankly at the King's calm face, his chest heavy as if a large piece of granite was pressing down on it. Joffrey, what are you thinking?

Joffrey's idea was very simple. "Then continue the cleansing until half of King's Landing is cleaned up."

Pointing at the model of King's Landing on the long table, Joffrey drew a line through the middle in the air. "East of the Central Plaza, this half of the city must be cleared. By the will of The Gods, I will draw here, drawing a clean and brand new Holy City."

All the ministers' gazes turned to the exquisite city model.

The King's voice remained steady. "Everyone who participated in the cleanup yesterday will be rewarded with a Silver Stag. Today is a day of rest. Starting tomorrow, the cleanup will continue. One hundred grids will be sealed off each day. The soldiers will be divided into two shifts, led by Tyrion and Elin."

Elin respectfully accepted the order.

Tyrion really didn't want to hear his name. Over ten thousand people every day, only clearing one-eighth of the city, would undoubtedly offend many people again.

The King tapped the table. "Tyrion is responsible. Whether through property exchange, redemption, or other methods, I only want the eastern half of the city to be blank and clean. Before that, the city gates will remain sealed. Except for fishermen, farmers, peddlers, drivers, and others who supply goods to the city, entry is allowed, but exit is not."

Tyrion understood the King's meaning.

It turned out Joffrey wasn't so greedy as to only take and not give. He could use the properties and Gold Dragons in the western city to exchange for the eastern city. Although still difficult, it was easier to accept than simply seizing with swords.

"Tyrion?" The King looked over with a smile. "What do you think? Are there any difficulties?"

"I will obey Your Majesty's command." Tyrion bowed.

Joffrey looked around at everyone. "For King's Landing to transform into a Holy City favored by The Gods, it's not just the common people; we must also embrace change."

All the ministers immediately sat up straight, waiting for the King's instructions.

Joffrey first looked at the aging Grand Maester Pycelle. "The maesters and apprentices under the Grand Maester should also have a formal designation. We can't keep being vague about it. We can't let them just quietly contribute to the kingdom."

"Your Majesty is so concerned, it is truly, truly moving." The Grand Maester wiped tears from the corners of his eyes in excitement.

Joffrey smiled slightly. "The Ministry of Education. To educate the world for The Gods, to dispel ignorance, and to spread knowledge, that is precisely the maesters' belonging and calling. Please, Grand Maester, create a roster as soon as possible, making sure not to miss anyone."

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, it will be completed within half a month." The Grand Maester guaranteed with certainty.

Joffrey turned to Tyrion. "I know your task is arduous. Finance and cleanup are not easy matters. What difficulties do you have? Feel free to speak."

Tyrion wasn't that naive. "I will follow Your Majesty's orders."

Joffrey pondered for a moment, then looked at the proud Kingslayer. "Ser Jaime, the Ministry of Finance bears a heavy mission and undoubtedly needs greater strength. Allocate four thousand new recruits to form the 'Investigation Team', under the Ministry of Finance."

The Master of War, Jaime, glanced at his short brother out of the corner of his eye. "Yes, Your Majesty."

Joffrey then looked at Elin. "You and Tyrion should communicate well and clearly divide your subordinates. The Little Birds and the new recruits assigned to you will be under the Security Bureau, and Tyrion's people will be under the 'Kingdom Statistics Bureau' under the Ministry of Finance."

"And don't call yourself the Master of Whisperers anymore," Joffrey gave Elin an encouraging look. "You will be called the Minister of Security, managing the Ministry of Security."

Elin bowed excitedly to receive the order. "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!"

Tyrion watched silently. In just this short time, he had gained four thousand subordinates, along with the new titles of the Investigation Team and the Kingdom Statistics Bureau.

"Ser Barristan," Joffrey looked at the spirited Captain of the Kingsguard. "To this day, Aegon II died from poisoned wine, Mad King Aerys died by the sword, and my father was attacked by a beast. Don't you think the Kingsguard's strength is too weak?"

The Kingslayer Jaime's expression immediately turned cold.

Barristan Selmy knelt on one knee in shame. "I have no defense for myself. Please punish me!"

Joffrey rose and helped Barristan up. "I have no such intention. It's just that seven Kingsguard are no longer enough to deal with threats. From today onwards, the Kingsguard will be set at seventy-seven. You will remain the Captain-General, and the other six Kingsguard will each manage a team and take turns on duty."

"Captain-General Barristan, do you agree?"

The King had even cited the deaths of previous kings as examples. What more could Barristan say? "I obey your will."

Joffrey then looked at Tyrion. "As for the thirty thousand people who have been locked up..."

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