Inside the King's study.
The Master of Whisperers and Director of the Security Bureau, Elin Lantel, was reporting to His Majesty:
"By Your Majesty's grace.
The Little Birds nesting in King's Landing number over five thousand, among whom more than two hundred are shrewd and capable and can be transferred to the Security Bureau as Apprentice Security Officers.
Coupled with the newly selected one thousand D-Class Personnel for the Security Bureau, this is enough to oversee ten thousand Divine Grace Favored Ones.
As soon as you give the order, the Security Bureau will rise from the ground."
There was no one else around, but the exaggerated smile on Elin's face did not disappear for a single second, as if it were natural.
Joffrey pointed to the screen on the table, "Didn't I tell you? If you have something, just contact me directly using the 'Divine Grace Light Screen' to save time."
After this period of refinement, the instructions set within the Divine Grace Core had become more diverse.
Users with sufficient authority could input edited text or images into the Core, and this information would be transmitted to the "Hub" in front of Joffrey, allowing for more convenient two-way communication.
Joffrey was looking forward to the future. Who would want to sit up if they could lie down? Online work was so much better.
Elin squeezed out two drops of tears with emotion, "It's just a habit. You don't know, when I was in Pentos, I was always thinking about seeing you again. Now that I'm finally home, Elin just wants to be by your side at all times."
"Stop." Joffrey immediately put a stop to this guy's performance.
"Don't try that with me. Say what you have to say directly. Even if you flatter me with ten thousand beautiful words, if you don't do things well, I won't be lenient."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Elin slightly restrained his expression.
"I also need to ask for your instructions, where should the Security Bureau be built? Many places in the city are... not cheap."
Ever since he learned two days ago that a "Security Bureau" was to be newly formed, this was what Elin had been thinking about.
The Gold Dragons left by Varys were running low, and the Master of Coin, Tyrion, who had only been in office for half a month, was already being called the "Stingy Dwarf". Where would the Security Bureau's funds come from?
"Just for this." Joffrey shook his head and laughed.
"What you just said, how many Divine Grace Favored Ones can those people oversee?"
Oversee. Elin couldn't help but glance at the transparent glass on His Majesty's table. It was blank, but the scene from two days ago seemed to still be in front of his eyes.
At that time, what appeared in the glass was the figure of Loras Tyrell, the image so clear it was as if he were standing right next to him, but Loras was completely unaware. How powerful the Divine Grace was.
Elin saw it clearly.
Ser Loras at that time was writing letters, one expressing his longing and admiration for Renly, and one advising and cautioning his family. Finally, an ordinary servant sent Ser Loras's letter out of the Red Keep.
Afterward, Elin personally pushed that servant down into the Black Cells.
With such a Divine Artifact in hand, what need was there for Little Birds, for Scouts and Spies? The Security Bureau would become the brightest Eyes of the Throne.
Elin firmly repeated his number, "Over ten thousand."
Joffrey sighed softly, "Let me ask you again, how many Divine Graces have been bestowed now?"
Elin wasn't sure, "A few hundred?"
Joffrey nodded. This was the current limit.
The Rune Energy accumulated over several months ultimately created over two hundred Mages and dozens of Magic Items with Information Rune Mirror Images attached.
Through practice, each item could produce 10 units of Magic Energy daily in an environment with sufficient Source Energy, enough for one or two dozen Divine Grace Cores to use.
Because of this, there were only a few hundred Divine Grace Favored Ones in King's Landing so far.
Elin finally understood His Majesty's meaning.
Joffrey patted Elin's shoulder, "So, what need is there for a Station?"
"Those one thousand D-Class Personnel will live directly in the Barracks, train hard, and be screened at the end of the year. Then transfer a few dozen people into the Security Bureau. Keeping an eye on a few hundred or a thousand people won't be a problem. Right?"
Elin felt the infinitely glorious Security Bureau in his heart drift away with the wind, "Your Majesty is Sagacious."
"Don't be discouraged. Everything has just begun." Joffrey pointed to the box in the corner, "Inside are the Eyes of the Security Bureau. Take them back, get familiar with them, and train some capable hands."
Elin went to the box and opened it, finding it filled with dozens of transparent glass pieces the size of a head.
Elin heard His Majesty's voice again, saying, "The bottommost Eye is yours. Write the names of the Security Bureau personnel into it, and it can see them."
"Elin, don't trust anyone too much."
Elin took out the bottommost glass, which was black. Who could escape the Eyes? No one.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Elin held the box and quietly walked out of the study, down the steps of Maegor's Holdfast, and across the heavily guarded Dry Moat.
It wasn't until he returned to Varys's hut, no, Elin's hut, that he finally swallowed.
His Majesty had changed.
Six months ago, Elin thought this was an arrogant Prince, and he himself was his Attendant and playmate. Although he was often beaten, scolded, and teased, he was content.
While struggling in Pentos, Elin thought this was a wise Crown Prince, and he himself was his arms and legs, pioneering for the King, without complaint or regret.
Now, Elin only knew that His Majesty was the unfathomable True King, an Emissary of The Gods.
What was his role? Perhaps just a Chess Piece on His Majesty's board, to be manipulated at will, and utterly obedient.
Elin dared not disobey.
He carefully took out the "Eyes" one by one from the box and placed them on the stone table in the dim hut.
After a moment of hesitation, he extended his fingertip and tapped one of the Eyes twice.
A ball of white light suddenly lit up, flashing continuously.
Elin stared blankly for a long time.
He knew that after the white light came the true Eyes. They would patrol the world for The Gods and Your Majesty, burning away all darkness and filth, and uncovering all secrets and disgraces.
This would all begin from his hands.
Elin squeezed his trembling right hand tightly, managing to write on the Eye, "Light Eternal."
"Ding~"
The white light burst, and the Eye transformed into a form similar to the Divine Grace Light Screen. It was rectangular with white text on a black background and colored images.
At the top, the Royal Family's banner hung horizontally, featuring the Crowned Stag and the Roaring Golden Lion.
On the left were eight well-known sigils: the Liege Lords of the Seven Kingdoms and the Greyjoys of the Iron Islands. Tapping the Direwolf immediately brought up the history of the Starks and the sigils of the major families in The North.
On the right was a dense list of names. Hundreds of Divine Grace Favored Ones were among them, their names shining, along with countless dim names.
The time at the bottom was ticking: July 15th, followed by some numbers.
Elin finally looked at the center.
This was a blank Parchment. He wrote down "Loras Tyrell."
The Parchment rolled itself into a scroll, then unrolled itself again. A drawing of Loras at that very moment had appeared on the paper.
The handsome young man was sniffing a Rose.
What a melancholic Ser. Knight of Flowers, are you still thinking of Renly?
Unfortunately, Renly is destined to lose.
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