Varys's question was very straightforward. Oberyn, who was also standing in the rain on the other side, also turned his head and looked at Viserys.
He wouldn't mind wearing the medal of the King's Hand again, but judging from the current rejection of Dornish people in King's Landing, I'm afraid it would cause a lot of controversy.
After all, Jon Connington died while quelling the Dornish rebellion, and then he appointed a Queen Hand who was a Dornishman?
This seems a bit unreasonable. It seems that the Dornish people rebelled but were not punished.
And this is not in line with Oberyn's plan for himself. Oberyn has a very keen sense of smell. He senses danger and knows when to retreat bravely.
Long before he came under increasing criticism, he had already made it clear in recent years that he had to keep a low profile.
Otherwise, if you are tall and attract attention, you will sooner or later be jealous of others, and your re-appointment as the Prime Minister will definitely fall into the extremely ostentatious category.
"Now is not the time to discuss this matter."
"We'll discuss it later."
However, Viserys looked calm, and the cold rainwater flowed down his hair. He took a deep breath, then waved his hands and spoke.
On the other side, Jon Clinton's coffin had been officially lowered into the pit after a lot of effort.
Now several soldiers are holding shovels and starting to bury it, while a huge stone tablet on the other side has been hoisted and is ready to be erected on the tomb.
"Please forgive me."
When Varys saw Viserys's attitude, he immediately understood that His Majesty was a little unhappy in his heart and did not dare to ask any further questions.
"His Majesty."
The gray rain curtain did not stop, and the rainwater was constantly flowing on his shiny head. Then he bowed slightly and left.
Jon Connington's funeral and memorial service were held together. Although this was somewhat inappropriate, after all, the Prime Minister was a very important position in the imperial system.
When such a person dies, the bells of St. Baelor's Cathedral will ring for at least a few days, and the monks will light candles and pray day and night until the Seven Gods absorb the soul into the Kingdom of Heaven.
There is even a grand banquet with rich food and wine, and people toast together at the banquet to express their remembrance of the deceased.
However, all these complex and cumbersome procedures have been simplified.
Viserys only asked the craftsmen to carve a tombstone, and the epitaph on it was the ups and downs of Jon Connington's life. Then he found a feng shui treasure land with beautiful scenery in the military academy, and then buried it directly.
There were no grand ceremonies during this period. It was not as simple as the funeral of a prime minister, but like an ordinary little aristocratic family.
Because these are all requested by Jon Clinton himself.
He didn't want to become a prop used by others after his death, and he didn't want others to drink and drink wine at his memorial service. Instead of being so complicated and extravagant, it would be better to keep things simple.
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"About the selection of the next Prime Minister."
"Jon, what do you suggest?"
After the funeral of the Prime Minister, Viserys also returned to Maegor's Tower in the Red Keep.
He was sitting in his study at the moment, and there was no one guarding the door. As a servant, Robb got caught in the rain and seemed to have a cold, so he drove him away to rest. Then Viserys asked.
He didn't want to spread the fact that he could control souls to the outside world, otherwise it might cause unnecessary trouble. After all, no one in this world wanted to die.
Viserys's consultation with Jon Connington was actually an unspoken rule inherited from the Targaryen dynasty.
If the previous prime minister can leave office safely, he can recommend a candidate he approves to the king before leaving.
Of course, this only serves as a recommendation, and the final decision is still in the hands of the king.
Jon Connington pondered for a moment after hearing Viserys's words.
In fact, he suffered from an occupational disease. After Jon Clinton became a soul, he couldn't rest. He had actually thought about this issue in the past few days.
However, after much deliberation, there were only a few suitable candidates.
"Mistoin is okay, Your Majesty."
"He is a fair and determined warrior, but his identity has become an obstacle for him."
As Jon Clinton, who has always abided by his honor, gave his friend a high evaluation, and Mistoin was also the best choice.
"Lord Petyr Baelish, the Governor of the Valley, is also very capable."
"It's just that he is too scheming and will do whatever it takes to get things done."
Jon Clinton recognized Littlefinger's ability, and Petyr Baelish was definitely a rare talent. Whether it was strategizing or coordinating, managing a land was what he was least good at.
However, Jon Connington is quite disdainful of Petyr Baelish.
As the Prime Minister, he naturally knows that the intelligence compiled by governors-general in various places, the Minister of Intelligence and the Ministry of Internal Affairs will sometimes come to him.
Littlefinger's ability to reach this point is naturally inseparable from the use of his current wife Lysa. He will do whatever it takes to achieve success, and everyone can become his pawn.
"Ed Stark is also a good candidate, but it's a pity that he wears black clothes."
Then Jon Clinton spoke again.
In fact, it is not difficult to see that in his evaluation of the criteria for selecting people, ability is placed second, and loyalty and reliability are the first priority.
Mistoyne and Eddard Stark are both candidates who may not have outstanding abilities, but are very honor-oriented, loyal and reliable.
However, at this moment, Jon Clinton suddenly proposed another candidate.
As for this person, even Viserys had not thought of it before, so he couldn't help but turn his head slightly and look at him.
"Willas of the Tyrell family, does your Majesty still have an impression of him?"
"Villas once commanded the army of the River Bend and almost defeated the Dornish army commanded by Lord Yronwood, the Keeper of the Bone Road, in Star Shuttle City."
"He's also a good fit."
"He is well-read, has outstanding knowledge, and works hard, but he works tirelessly and dedicatedly."
Willas Tyrell now works in the empire's tax department, and his work attitude and ability are definitely recognized by everyone.
Although his legs and feet are inconvenient and he often needs a cane, he runs around tirelessly every day and does many things by himself.
Vilas personally went to the port to explain the new policy to the caravan bosses, and he was also very capable in recovering a large amount of taxes for the empire's treasury.
Jon Connington once observed Willas's behavior after arriving in the capital, so he saw all these things.