Joffrey smiled and beckoned, "Attendant, come here."
Elin flattered, "Your Majesty is truly an angel descended to earth. Since you can even manifest such a miracle, it's naturally no big deal to keep a Dragon Spawn as an attendant. Viserion, why aren't you hurrying over to serve His Majesty?"
Even now, Elin couldn't help but secretly move his brand new left arm. That's right, it really grew back. It truly was a miracle.
Viserion's face went red and then pale, but his legs couldn't move an inch.
He had also seen the magnificent scene of the Usurper's son being crowned, and his heart was filled with despair. Had even The Gods favored the Usurper?
Of course, Joffrey knew this wasn't a miracle, but a super large-scale magic he had created by expending almost all of his Light Magic Energy, Sound Magic Energy, and Fire Magic Energy.
It was just a projection.
Overall, it had power, but it was far less powerful than people imagined.
The construction of the Magic Empire still had a long way to go.
"Viserion, I spared your life, and this is your attitude?" Joffrey's face showed displeasure.
"You should know, according to my father's wishes, you should have been smashed into mud by a hammer, and your head should have been stuck on a spear tip to rot and dry in the sun."
"You want that? I can fulfill your wish."
Joffrey called to the Guards outside the door, "Take him down and have the Dungeon take good care of him."
Viserion finally broke down, "No, no."
He collapsed weakly to the ground.
Daenerys was very sad about her brother's predicament, but in this situation, what else could she ask for? She had to survive first.
"Your Majesty." Daenerys spoke with difficulty.
"Brother, Viserion is just too scared, he doesn't mean any disrespect at all. I beg Your Majesty to forgive his rudeness."
"Hmph, be glad you have a good sister. For the sake of our family, I won't hold it against him."
Joffrey glared at Viserion, "What are you still standing there for? Pour the wine."
Viserion struggled to get up and awkwardly looked around for the wine glasses and wine pot. Only then did he realize with a grim understanding that he still wanted to live, how pathetic.
"Sit down, everyone, sit down." Joffrey pulled Daenerys to his side. "Tell me about what happened over there, it must have been very exciting."
Joffrey was indeed very curious. The turn of events had exceeded his expectations. Elin's return had been delayed by a month, but there was also an unexpected surprise.
Joffrey looked at the Maester who was smiling respectfully beside Elin.
Elin vividly recounted his experiences on the trip, "...The Captain suddenly wanted to increase the price, and it was a high price we couldn't afford. Ser Jorah and I had no choice but to fight them. As for the result, as Your Majesty can see, we are all still alive."
"Unfortunately, too many Sailors were killed, making the ship difficult to control. We eventually got lost and had to go ashore in the Free Cities of Tyrosh to rest."
"Later," Elin still had lingering fears.
"Those despicable Company of Warriors, they absolutely gathered the most shameless scoundrels and scum in the world! They targeted us, and Ser Jorah finally managed to eliminate them. Your Majesty's most loyal servant, my left arm, was also left there."
Elin looked at Joffrey with reverence, "Who could have imagined that Your Majesty could completely restore a disability? The Gods' blessing! The people of the Seven Kingdoms are truly blessed!"
Joffrey looked at Daenerys, who also seemed to recall the terrifying scene at the time.
Elin then nodded in thanks to the Maester beside him.
"Of course, the reason I was able to hold on until I saw Your Majesty again is also thanks to Maester Qyburn for treating me."
"His medical skills have probably reached the peak of mortals. Although they cannot be compared with Your Majesty, they are still somewhat useful for ordinary people."
Qyburn stood up and humbly knelt to salute, "Today, seeing Your Majesty's divine power, I realize that what I have learned and heard is simply not worth mentioning. I beg Your Majesty to let me stay in the palace. Qyburn will definitely do his best to serve Your Majesty."
Of course, Joffrey would not refuse. Although the Necromancy Qyburn studied was just a chicken rib, this kind of scientific research spirit and exploration ability was extremely rare.
"Maester Qyburn, where is your Maester's Chain?"
Qyburn sighed, "I once did some irreparable wrong things, and The Citadel therefore stripped me of my Maester's Chain and title. That's why I wandered to Essos and mixed with the Company of Warriors."
"Thinking back now, I really took a wrong turn. If Your Majesty does not abandon me, Qyburn will definitely return to the right path and use my lifelong learning to benefit the people."
Joffrey smiled, "You are familiar with Archmaester Marwyn, aren't you?"
Qyburn nodded in surprise.
"I am planning to establish a dedicated Research Department to better utilize the great power bestowed by The Gods. Qyburn, you can be a负责人, and also write a letter inviting Archmaester Marwyn to come. Is that okay?"
Qyburn saluted excitedly. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."
Joffrey then looked at Elin and Jorah Mormont, "You have rendered great service, Elin, Jorah, what rewards do you want?"
Elin respectfully said, "Whatever Your Majesty commands."
Jorah Mormont said, "I only hope Your Majesty will allow me to return to my homeland."
"I am not such a stingy person." Joffrey smiled and took out a Dagger and a few Dragon Glass discs.
The blade gleamed coldly, and Elin couldn't help but shrink his neck.
"Don't move, this is Divine Grace."
After the operation, Elin, Jorah, and Qyburn kept looking at the empty air. Qyburn's reaction was the most enthusiastic and excited.
The blue Light Screen was enough to convey countless knowledge and information, what a great invention!
What makes it work?
"Bring Varys here." Joffrey patted Elin's shoulder. "Elin, I have seen your loyalty and ability. Get along well with Varys from now on and take over this heavy responsibility as soon as possible."
Elin was so excited he prostrated himself. "I will definitely not fail Your Majesty's trust!"
Joffrey walked up to Jorah Mormont. "In the name of the Iron Throne, Ser Jorah, your honor is completely restored from now on."
"The newly established Ministry of War is recruiting soldiers. You will first serve as a Colonel in the Ministry of War, recruiting and commanding a thousand men. Don't think it's too few; these soldiers will all become elites capable of fighting ten."
Jorah bowed and accepted the order. "I am willing to serve Your Majesty."
"Qyburn," Joffrey gave an encouraging look. "Your first task is to research a more convenient way to use this light screen. This is also a long-term task. If you do it well, the whole world will benefit from it."
"I believe in your ability."
Qyburn was more than willing. "I obey Your Majesty's will."
The Hound brought Varys.
Daenerys couldn't help but exclaim, and Elin and the others were also deeply shocked.
Joffrey glanced at the trembling Viserion. "Don't be afraid. At least he's still alive. As long as he's alive, there's hope, isn't there?"
He walked to the window, where the night was thick.
Duke Tywin arrived at the Red Keep this evening, just missing the coronation ceremony.
"Elin, you have to attend tomorrow's Small Council Meeting as well. Work hard and don't disappoint me." He gave Elin a meaningful look.
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