Chapter 158 157. The king comes on the stage

The next day, Ed did not rush to the venue of the tournament. Instead, after handling matters at the royal meeting in the early morning, he left the Wang family bachelor behind at the end.

Westeros has a sense of separation between the imperial bureaucracy and the public service system.

The nobles as leaders rule the fiefs, but the bachelors who graduated from the academy are responsible for making suggestions, providing consultations, and implementing many specific management matters beside the lords and nobles.

This resulted in even some famous nobles in the history of Westeros being unable to even read and write at a basic level.

Because it is so easy to appoint bachelors.

Because of this tradition, the royal bachelors enjoyed a seat in the Imperial Council.

The current bachelor of the Wang family is an old guy who can't even straighten his back when walking. At least Ed has never seen him straighten up.

"Grand Maester Pycelle." Ed's tone was serious and serious, which fit everyone's impression of him.

"I heard that the former prime minister had several conversations with you before he died?"

If it were before, the old man would probably say that he was deaf when faced with this question, and let Ed keep asking until nothing came to an end.

"Fuck, fuck," the king cursed in a low voice to calm his breathing, regained his composure, and sat on the chair.

But then, Ed saw the thin figure with an elegant smile in the tent: Petyr Baelish.

Brought into the magical world, although the coins have different shapes, they still contain a lot of gold!

When Ed heard Lan En sign up, he asked him if he needed a helmet.

But this makes people shudder. Because when Robert actually went into battle in the War of the Reavers,

This is also the tone!

"Robert, you are too fat to wear it now."

Ed knew that this was considered persuasion.

After a long time, he slowly spoke.

No matter how big the amount of money was, or how much Robert spent for a tournament, why not earn 10,000 gold dragons anyway?

"No one in the Seven Kingdoms would dare to take the risk of making you angry, Robert. Even if you play, you won't get the happiness you want. There will only be a fake match."

Ed pursed his lips and nodded. "Thank you for your help. I borrowed this book."

"Ah, I still remember what you said. Please come with me. Lord Jon Arryn once borrowed a book from me. I will take it out for you."

"Who do you think she is? Do I need her permission to do anything I want to do? I am the king!"

Some people are born to fight. Just like swords, if you hang them up, they will just wait to rust.

After all, in a group melee, the most feared thing is a black move coming from behind. And this kind of black move, needless to say, will also hit an unprotected place.

So the Grand Maester led the Hand of the King to his office.

——"The Genealogy and History of the Main Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms".

Originally, this matter was considered to be stopped, but as soon as Baelish said these words,

"Warrior clay legs? Hanging out together? Ha, ha ha ha!"

"Pycelle, Baelish said so. But you still have to say so after you come here!"

Ed clenched his back teeth and glared at Baelish, who was also panicking.

"Yes." The king patted his abdomen, which could not be stuffed into the armor, and spoke in a low voice. "The truth is here. I'm just not willing to accept it."

And just when Ed was about to pick up the wine glass on the table and pour a glass of comfort for himself and his adopted brother, Baelish's obviously sympathetic voice sounded.

Then there was the frightened voice of the attendant, and the sound of the leather straps on the armor being tightened.

"This book mainly talks about the in-law relationships between the major nobles, as well as their descendants. It is indeed a bit boring, but the former prime minister came to me just for this."

"Too fat? You said I'm too fat, right?!"

Robert roared angrily, as if he couldn't wait to smash someone's head. But then, he laughed first.

Ed sighed.

Because judging from his experience in participating in many martial arts competitions, the most brutal scenes are group competitions. Most of the fighters and mercenaries who come here for the prizes are guys who can see blood.

But he still had to persuade him, because this was Robert's country and it was his responsibility, and he couldn't do anything wrong.

In his opinion, with such a huge prize amount in the tournament, it would be abnormal if the finance minister did not go to the king every day to cry about his poverty.

Then Grand Maester Pycelle heard clearly.

Lan En signed up for this project through his status as the Prime Minister's bodyguard.

In addition to Lan En's 'willfulness', the Prime Minister is even more troubled - his brother the king is not resting either.

As soon as Eddard Stark walked outside the big tent where the king rested last night, Robert's loud and explosive voice could be heard.

"I hear you want to join a joust? Don't do it, Robert. You are now."

But Lan En refused nonchalantly.

He knew that most capable people were arrogant, but he really valued Lan En's brain. Without Lan En's help, Ed felt that he might soon be played to death by the chess players in King's Landing.

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Robert pointed at Petyr Baelish, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer quickly waved his hand to Eddard as if he didn't dare to interfere.

Ed raised the curtain and walked in while talking to his brother.

"I'm the king now. I shouldn't have lowered my status, I shouldn't have made trouble unreasonably, I shouldn't have put myself in danger, blah blah blah! Damn it, I feel like my ears are getting calloused!"

Yesterday's bloodshed was completely forgotten by people today. Only Ed did not bring his daughters over in order to prevent them from being frightened.

".I am the best warrior in the world!"

A terrifying-looking tome came out from the bookshelf behind the seat.

It is not difficult to imagine what the scene of the group competition will become like for this money.

Although the brother is in a bad mood, at least his safety and the stability of the kingdom will not be affected.

"Does Lord Arryn read this book?"

Ed's rigid and serious face rarely smiled. He would only show such a relaxed smile in front of his relatives and sworn brothers.

Turning his head, Ed knew clearly that the purpose of his coming here was to persuade his sworn brother.

His fat face looked at Ed, as if he was remembering something.

Robert is a docile donkey, and unlike most nobles who hold their own status, Robert is extremely proud of his abilities and achievements as a warrior!

"I swear to you, when I won this throne, I felt so alive, and now that I have it, I feel so numb."

But reading a tome like this that has no practical value at first glance, he would not do such a thing that would purely torture himself.

Afterwards, Ed put the book on his desk in the Prime Minister's Tower, and hurriedly took Lan En and the escort to the venue of the tournament.

——

In today's competition schedule, the knight's competition has ended, and only the group competition is left, which is a group of people having a mess, and whoever stands at the end wins.

Ed's hand stretched out to the wine glass froze in mid-air, and he turned back to look at Baelish, who was smiling elegantly, with a wooden face.

Ed just watched silently as his sworn brother roared and got angry, until he stopped panting.

"Do you want to hear how Cersei stopped me with her vicious words? Ask this guy if he dares to repeat it again?!"

There is also the archery competition that no one cares about.

Robert's big, fat face sprayed with spray and turned red with anger.

"Is that what you say to your king? Oh, screw you, Ned, why are you never right?"

"So. Now you can't even breathe when you curse, how do you expect to be able to swing that war hammer?"

What's more, although the prize money for a group competition is far less than that for a knight's competition, the champion also gets 10,000 gold dragons! That's a bonus that even the nobles in the fiefdom are jealous of!

"Ah, please do it, please do it."

"The Prime Minister is right, Your Majesty! Why do you have to hang out with those warriors with mud-legged legs? You have lost your grace."

"Yes." The Grand Bachelor sat down on the chair with difficulty.

Ed also knows his adoptive father well. He is indeed a capable and hard-working man.

Robert's voice no longer crackled, nor was it loud.

Eddard knew very well that this was the kind of person Robert was.

Robert slapped the squire's hand sharply and asked him to continue piercing his armor, while complaining loudly.

Ed suppressed his smile, but didn't pay too much attention.

"Tie it up tight! I'm telling you, tie it up damn tight! My armor is leaking out of my flanks. Do you want me to be cut open in the arena?!"

But today, it seems that everyone already knows that the Prime Minister is no longer so obsessed with the death of the former Prime Minister.

Now the king must come on stage!

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