Chapter 162: Scaring the cat in the middle of the night
Witte "Robert, you have also been to the Stepstone Islands. Not to mention development, just building the infrastructure takes two or three years. So there has been no king's hand in these years?"
Varys the Eight-Clawed Spider "Then we can temporarily find an acting prime minister and wait for Duke Werther to come back and take over officially in three years."
Witte turned and pointed at the map on the wall of the conference hall, "Everyone, look at the Stone Steps Islands. When there is development, can I still leave?"
Everyone looked at the map. Although there were two new allies on the east side of the traffic artery between the two continents, these allies were just outsiders. After the Seven Kingdoms won, they formed an alliance. Once they lost power, they would definitely take advantage of it. This had been the case for thousands of years.
, there are also other city-states, pirates, and mercenaries watching eagerly.
Varys "Don't Duke Werther have a dragon? He can travel between two places quickly."
Werther "The King's Hand is different from other positions. It handles important matters every day and cannot do without people."
Robert was quite proficient in military matters. After looking at the map for a while, he said, "I really can't get away."
Mace Tyrell and others already showed regretful expressions.
Robert touched the hand-shaped relief on the badge and threw the badge towards Werther.
Werther had to reach out to catch it. "Brother, in the past hundreds of years in Westeros, how can you force someone to be the Hand of the King like this?"
"Hahaha."
Robert laughed loudly and said the opposite of what Werther said.
"In the past hundreds of years in Westeros, how could you not want to be the Hand of the King like you?"
Werther held the badge in his hand but did not put it on, because he was really embarrassed. Once he became the Hand of the King, he would be trapped in King's Landing for the rest of his life. What he yearned for was the sky!
The official job title is the King's Hand, and everyone usually calls him the Prime Minister. But Witte knows the official positions and duties of the seven countries very well. There is a saying that "the king dreams, the Prime Minister builds the dream." The power of the Prime Minister can be said to be that of one person and that of ten thousand people.
Up.
The more popular saying among the people is "The king eats the table, the prime minister shits." With too much power, there will be all kinds of benefits and temptations. If you are not careful, you will overturn. Many powerful people and strangers in the seven countries have fallen into this trap.
In this position?
Robert wanted to laugh when he looked at Werther, but he still stood up and sat down. "Until the official King's Hand is appointed, I appoint Werther Baratheon as Acting Prime Minister in the name of the King!"
Werther "How long will it take to select the official Hand of the King? Don't let me act for decades!"
Robert also didn't know that after he only had one king, he was still directly designated as his adoptive father Jon Arryn. He didn't know what to do next after rejecting the recommendation of Hand of the King. He asked the grand maester, and the two talked quietly for a while. Robert's words were not literate, they were all spoken in plain language, "Either I appoint them directly, or the Royal Council recommends candidates to vote, and they are elected by unanimous vote like just now. If that doesn't work, continue to recommend candidates and vote. Kingdom
There cannot be a prime minister, and the candidate will be decided after the tournament at the latest."
"Okay then, I will be the acting King's Hand for the first time."
Werther reluctantly pinned the hand-shaped embossed badge on his chest.
"Congratulations to Duke Werther."
As a recommender, Wallis was the first to congratulate Werther.
"Hey, I thought I could have fun in King's Landing for a few days, but now I have such a hard job."
"Hahaha"
The Red Fort Conference Hall was suddenly filled with laughter.
Robert was very happy. As long as he wore the badge, no matter how hard he found a reason to say that a new prime minister could not be elected, he would really have to serve for decades. Others were also very happy, because Witte could bring benefits to everyone present. The eight-clawed spider Varys didn't laugh out loud like the others, he just opened his mouth slightly.
Varys knew very well that Robert could not keep Werther! He had also fulfilled the agreement reached with Littlefinger Baelish, and recommended Werther as Hand of the King. It was expected that Werther would not accept the move. Werther and Littlefinger both
No one is offended, Wallis smiled happily.
Witte is the chief counselor. Once he becomes the king's hand, the position of the chief counselor must be given up. Otherwise, one person will have two voting rights. If the king is not in King's Landing, he will even have three votes. The power is too great.
Concentrate. And only Renly takes over the position of Chief Magistrate, so the position of Minister of Justice is vacant.
According to Varys's information, it was Werther who made Littlefinger Baelish the supervisor of sewer removal. Even if Littlefinger had the ability to climb to the position of manager and no longer remove waste, he would not be able to get involved in the position of Minister of Justice.
If Witte is not Prime Minister, this position will not be vacant!
Soon after, official news came from the Red Fort
Hand of the King, Guardian of the Gorge, Warden of the East, Lord Jon of House Arryn of the Eyrie in the Vale, passed away last night at the age of 18. The funeral will be held two days later.
The funeral was arranged by Robert and was quickly arranged, and the opening of the tourney was postponed for two days.
A gray-haired old man, whose descendants are all married and established, can be regarded as a happy mourning after the wedding. There is no sad atmosphere in King's Landing. Everyone plans to mourn this diligent man at the funeral two days later.
The former king's hand.
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After dinner, uncle Elton Easmond came to the gate of the magic school, and Werther went out to pick him up.
Werther "Uncle Elton, you are so old, why are you so anxious to come at night?"
Elton saw Ellery Hightower and Sansa Stark there, with a sad look on his face, "Let's go to the study to talk."
The two women glanced here, didn't care, and continued to help Triene play with the alchemy potion.
When he arrived in the study, Werther took out two glasses from the wine rack and poured two glasses of water.
After the uncle drank the plain water, he asked, "Can you use that silent magic?"
Werther cast the Silence Technique and said, "Okay, uncle, if I can help you with anything, just tell me."
The two began to talk, and when Werther saw him off after the conversation, Uncle Elton's sad face turned into a smile, and Werther turned into a sad face.
Not long after, Renly came to the magic school alone and went straight into the hall to find Werther.
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Seeing Ellery Hightower and Sansa Stark there, Renly said to Werther with a smile on his face, "Let's go to the study to talk."
Did the two people make an appointment? Werther looked constipated, but still followed him.
Before confiscating the two glasses on the study table, Werther took out two more glasses from the wine rack and poured two glasses of water.
After Renly took the cup and drank the water, his smiling face immediately turned into a sad one.
Werther sat on the chair with a sad look on his face, "Your affairs are very troublesome!"
Renly came over, grabbed Werther's shoulders with both hands, and squeezed hard. "No trouble! No trouble!"
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Late at night, no matter whether they are commoners or nobles, the lights in their homes have been extinguished. Maybe it is God's pity for the death of Jon Arryn. Today, the clouds are gathering, and King's Landing looks particularly dark.
In the aristocratic residential area not far from the Red Castle, on the outer wall of a luxurious three-story building, the attached vines seemed to be pressed by something. The higher the vines went up, the thinner they became, and the pressure became more obvious. The leaves of the vines collided with each other.
There was a rustling sound, and a big fat black cat on the wall next to it kept staring at this place.
"Cuckoo~"
The big fat black cat slowly raised its head as it looked at the abnormal behavior of the vines. It didn't stop until it reached the window on the third floor, and then heard a sound that sounded like a bird's call.
Si~~~ The big fat black cat was so frightened that it arched its body, its tail and all the fur on its body stood up, and it exposed its white fangs and breathed at the vines.
"Cuckoo~" A clear and sweet voice came from the room.
The window on the third floor opened. A Dornish woman stretched out her upper body and fished the air in front of her with her hands. She really found something. She grabbed it with both hands and pulled hard into the room.
Bang~~~
The sound of a** hitting the ground.
In the room were three women in gauze pajamas, Nymeria and Tyene, and a little rose named Margaery Tyrell.
Nymeria "Quickly remove the magic. I don't know your voice or which part of your body I know it's you when I touch it!"
Tyene "Hurry! Hurry!"
Little Rose Margery hid an empty "Dali" bottle under her pillow and came over with a glass of wine from Qingting Island.