Less than a month after the Royal Fleet set sail.
King's Landing had completely transformed into an unrecognizable form. Prosperous, magnificent, clean, miraculous.
"The Imp" Tyrion strutted down the street, admiring his own masterpieces along the way: the tall buildings, squares, sculptures, halls, and even the most inconspicuous sewers.
Passersby greeted him one after another, expressing respect for the Master of Coin's hard work and gratitude for the Engineering Bureau's great achievements.
Ha! This Imp, this short and deformed dwarf, can finally receive some proper treatment!
He was quite pleased with himself, but also couldn't help but mock himself.
So, a heart of stone can be moved by Silver Stags, and mountains of prejudice can dissipate because of great power. It turns out my previous experiences were simply because I wasn't strong enough.
Tyrion shook his head and sighed.
He sighed for his own narrow-minded ignorance, and mourned for the world's foolishness, selfishness, and fickleness.
Regardless, there were many more smiles in the city, and the air was full of a harmonious and relaxed atmosphere. The shadow of war seemed to have been completely dispelled, leaving no trace.
The reason was obvious: the transformed King's Landing benefited almost everyone.
Farmers, fishermen, merchants, craftsmen, prostitutes, no one could ignore the changes in King's Landing, and no one could remain unaffected.
People watched King's Landing change day by day.
The first batch of buildings to be completed were the various Core buildings designated by His Majesty the King.
The army Barracks were built like the sturdiest fortresses. Their entire structure was made of rock, with the thickest parts reaching two zhang wide, and the highest parts touching the clouds.
Their City Walls were seamless and integrated.
There were simply no City Gates. People entering and exiting had to rely on rows of recessed holes on the City Walls, climbing with their bare hands, which also served as a training exercise.
In the office areas of various departments, hundred-foot tall buildings and vast Halls rose from the ground, capable of accommodating thousands or tens of thousands of people working and living simultaneously.
If comfort wasn't a consideration, almost every building could fit the entire city's population.
Furthermore, the previously loathed and shunned Flea Bottom had completely disappeared, replaced by the magnificent and fantastical King's Landing Academy.
High towers, large buildings, Great Halls, and Skywalks connected to each other, creating a dazzling dream Palace.
The Academy was not high and untouchable.
Many of the surrounding buildings and colleges were open to Commoners. Children could receive free education, and adults could attend school for a fee.
Only the Research Institute, built on the lowest ground in the very center, had a solemn order that outsiders found difficult to glimpse.
People only knew that the Research Institute's predecessor was the Research Department with many terrifying rumors and Wondrous Items. Those living there included Archmaester Marwyn from The Citadel and Alchemists, as well as those under "Ogre" Qyburn.
Fortunately, "Ogre" himself had gone south with His Majesty to campaign. His absence from the city seemed to brighten the overall feel of the Academy.
Gradually, some people were promoted to Maester or even Master through hard work and luck.
Some of them joined the Research Institute and then lived in seclusion, rarely seen again. Even if they occasionally met, their temperament was completely different from before, either indifferent or strangely疯癫, making normal communication impossible.
However, many of the city's wonderful creations and changes mostly came from the Research Institute, benefiting everyone greatly.
The image of the Research Institute thus became increasingly mysterious and eerie.
After these magnificent buildings were completed, many projects with a more direct and significant impact on the city's people began.
The entire East Half City was leveled!
Before that day, everyone in the East Half City had lived relatively peacefully.
Although the owners of the Property and houses had become the Royal Family, the King still allowed everyone to rent or buy in their original residences, charging very little or even no fees.
Many who were already paying rent secretly rejoiced at this, with no complaints about the Royal Family's actions.
But on that day, all the Commoners and Merchants renting there were isolated outside the East Half City, carrying all their belongings and valuables, watching large areas of houses and towers melt and collapse, turning into a ground covered in wood and rocks.
King's Landing, which had taken hundreds of years to build, was gone in an instant?!
Looking out.
The prosperous town had turned into a desolate wilderness. Scattered silver-white cloaks dotted the landscape, but they seemed like just a few white stars in the boundless night sky, like ignorant birds and beasts in the mountains and forests, insignificant.
People stared intently at the bare hills and land, imagining how the places they lived were painstakingly built little by little, gradually gaining inhabitants and markets.
At this moment, what appeared in their minds were the lively scenes from half a day ago, the crowded throngs, the laughter and shouting, but what their Eyes saw was silence and desolation, barren hills and flat ground, a forest made of wood and stone.
However.
Before people could grieve, cry, and their memories blurred, the East Half City moved.
The silver-white cloaks flickered slightly, and the wood and rocks covering the ground began to flow smoothly, like clear water and mud.
Swirls formed around the silver-white cloaks, and wood, rocks, and soil circled and converged at the center of the swirls, then rose from the ground, growing taller and taller.
A Miracle!
After the immense shock, people quickly emerged from the gloomy atmosphere of before.
It wasn't that they hadn't seen similar scenes.
Yes, it was just a rented place. Now that it's being rebuilt, the space everyone can use will definitely be larger and more convenient. Why be so sentimental?
The massive building complex gradually took shape.
The people turned to cheer, excited to witness such a spectacular scene, and genuinely joyful and expectant for a better future.
Their expectations were not in vain.
The East Half City opened up the completed areas one by one in half-day cycles, finishing completely in two days.
They moved back in.
But the massive population, plus many other Refugees, could not even fill the first area now.
The East Half City had completely transformed.
The square, tall buildings, each capable of housing over a thousand people, were countless in number.
The flagstone Roads were wide and straight, crossing each other in a grid, dividing the dense buildings into simple, clear squares.
Each area was furnished with Sculpture Squares and Fountain Gardens, surrounded by Shops of various structures, exciting the Merchants but also making them hesitant about which Shop to choose.
People also noticed the countless Outpost Fortresses scattered throughout the areas.
A few people blessed by Divine Grace proudly recounted the news they received from the Light Screen: the Ministry of War would be stationed there, in shifts of ten, responsible for maintaining peace, resolving disputes, and combating crime.
Everyone immediately felt at ease, praising His Majesty the King's wisdom and justice.
Even more exciting decrees followed:
All legitimate rental applications would be approved. Residential applications were free for three years, and commercial applications were completely free until the end of the year, and half price next year.
As soon as the decree was issued, the entire city went wild, and even the Fishermen and Itinerant Merchants outside the city couldn't help but be tempted.
To live for free in such a unique place.
Where could you find such a good thing!?
The crowd surged towards the East Half City, attempting to fill every available spot.
The newly built complexes regained their vitality and became even more prosperous, a level of prosperity that even the similarly renovated West Half City could not compare to.
Tyrion was currently staying here.
Clearly, how could people not be respectful towards the Master of Coin who oversaw the situation in the East Half City?
After having his fill of people's flattery.
The satisfied Tyrion headed towards the Red Keep to meet "Your Majesty".
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