"If the Valentis fleet sieges attacked Qingting Island in large numbers, then the Redwin family's army will inevitably return to support, and we cannot count on them."

Just as the sea was surging, a state meeting was held in the King's Red Fort as usual.

Stannis, who served as the Minister of the Navy, spoke without expression, but his words caused others to nod.

Westeros’ naval power is not strong, and the fleet of the Redwin family in the river bay is Westeros’ strongest and an important reliance on the Iron Throne in this battle.

However, at this time, the Redwin family seemed to be unable to take care of themselves.

"This is not a bad thing." The former Prime Minister Jon Elin, who sat on the side of the bald king, said as he looked at the Chancellor of the Finance Minister Mes Tyriel.

"Redwin attracted Valentis's army at least."

"There is no Valentis, and Bravos." The intelligence chief Varys, who was wearing a pink robe, said softly: "Bravos' naval power is the strongest in the world. If you include the fleets of other city-states..."

After saying that, he glanced at Stannis, who was responsible for the sea defense, and kept shaking his head.

The fleet of Targaryen of the previous dynasty was completely destroyed in a storm. The new royal fleet was formed by Stannis, only ten years ago.

Although ten years have not been short, it is not qualified compared to the trading city-states with commerce all over the world.

"I think they will fight the North as Renly said." said Balistan, the captain of the Royal Guard with white hair.

"How is this possible?" Duke Mes, who had just said nothing, shook his head.

"Junling is the core of the seven countries. As long as we capture this place, relying on the supply of free trade city-states and subsequent troops, it is basically equivalent to finalizing the victory."

"They are not a single piece of paper."

Balistan said: "The enemy's major forces have complex compositions and they still have hatred for each other. Even if they are condensed into a rope at this time, they cannot be called unity at all."

"If you attack the city directly, more than 50,000 Slarks can only be used for harassment, which is a waste." Stannis nodded in agreement at this time.

"The king's land is strong, and their attack on the king's land may not be successful. As long as time goes by and loses morale, the enemy alliance will likely collapse automatically. If it were me, I would not set the victory or defeat on a battle. The risk is very high. It is better to divide the troops to avoid internal conflicts."

"If you really want to fight the North, can Stark resist?" Someone changed the topic.

“Horjian Tuli and the Valley will support the North.”

“These two places…”

...

The meeting started from morning to noon, and then lasted from noon to dusk.

As the enemy set sail, more and more news continued to be passed back to the Iron Throne, but most of them were not good news.

Former Prime Minister Jon Ellin was worried about this.

There are too many enemies with naval forces and have obvious advantages in the ocean. The Iron Throne can only passively defend. Before the war officially begins, it is impossible to even clearly understand the specific deployment of the enemy.

This gave Jon a headache.

The lords of Westeros were very active in responding to the call of the Iron Throne, but no matter how active they were, they could not avoid being trapped in a passive defense.

At the same time, there is another huge hidden danger within our side, that is, Dorn.

Donn had no movement, which surprised the old Prime Minister, but he would not really let go of his vigilance because of this, but instead showed greater concern.

"The army in the frontier must not move rashly unless the situation is out of control."

After the meeting, the old man who returned to the Prime Minister's Tower was still thinking about the war, sitting at the desk and watching the Westeros map intently, his sparse eyebrows tightly tangled together.

"Also beware of the Iron Islands taking the opportunity to make trouble."

"I specially prepared the summer heat soup, Jon, come and try it." A gentle female voice came from beside me. It was the young wife who had been married for more than ten years. The old prime minister who was thinking of taking the cup and taking a sip on the map casually took the cup and tasted it. It felt that the taste was pretty good, so he took a few more sips.

He didn't look up from beginning to end, and therefore, he didn't notice that his wife's face seemed a little nervous at this time. After seeing the old man drinking, he couldn't help but sigh.

"The ideal situation is to stop the enemy from land and prevent them from landing, but this may not be big..."

The old man pondered and kept drawing and drawing on the map with a quill pen. The strange power made him sit here and be full of energy and work.

But when the sky was dark, he stood up from the chair, his fatigue suddenly surged up, and his stomach began to feel nauseous, making him feel drowsy.

After a sloppy dinner, the old prime minister habitually lay back on the bed to rest, and his confused mind made him fall asleep in a short while.

As a result, he suddenly couldn't get up the bed the next day. His body was full of weakness, his forehead was swollen and his mind was vague. He seemed to have suffered a serious illness. The bachelor came to check but couldn't find out the cause.

This incident quickly spread throughout Red Fort. As the former Prime Minister, Jon Elin has a high position and is very powerful. It is not a trivial matter to suddenly fall ill now, not to mention that it is in a period of war.

"Get a good rest and leave the war to me."

King Robert came to visit him in person, but he had no other choice in the face of the disease. After a few words of comfort, he could only order the Grand Secretary Scheer and the Prime Minister to take the healing speed.

In this case, many people are anxious because of this. The most urgent thing is the old prime minister's young wife. She is from the Tuli family and has long red hair. She is still less than 30 years old. She walks in a hurry and looks like she is impatient.

However, what she was anxious about was completely the opposite of others.

"When will he die!?"

Taking advantage of the fact that others were attracted by the old prime minister's condition, the red-haired woman, who was once considered shy and shy by Lan Li, was secretly meeting her lover in the deserted library.

"Don't worry, we have to make him look like he died of illness, otherwise there will be a lot of trouble."

A short, thin middle-aged middle-aged man hugged the red-haired woman and comforted him: "The effect of medicine will occur sooner or later, and you will never survive."

"I want him to die sooner, I want to be with you-"

Before the woman could finish her quick words, she was lifted up by the thin middle-aged man and blocked her mouth, "I've been waiting for ten years, but I'm still missing now? Have peace of mind, Lesa, we have time in the future."

“…That’s right, I’m still young.”

The woman murmured, with a smile on her face, "Petir, let me give you a baby?"

"Of course, my dear, but you know, it can't be now."

The thin middle-aged man replied with a smile, his tone was gentle, but his eyes were filled with coldness.

His humiliation caused him to suffer all the humiliation, but his efforts to climb up were still futile. A few years ago, his boss Jon Ailin agreed to his position as Minister of Finance, and in a blink of an eye, he was taken away by the incompetent fat pig on the riverside.

Except for the stupid woman in his arms, no one spoke for him, even if his ability was thousands of times better than that fat pig.

The seven-nation class has been solidified, and those with ability are not valued. However, the position of important ministers in the kingdom can be easily granted to a 16 or 17-year-old boy who has never been involved in political affairs. He was stunned at that time when he heard about this incident and had no hope for this cruel world.
Chapter completed!