The king on the Great Wall

But there is still one thing that can’t be explained. Iger watched Bran fall with his own eyes. The cause and effect of the incident are very clear, and it doesn’t seem to be disturbed by any external force. He wants to know what method the Green Prophet used to cause the accident: " But... this was clearly an accident."

"You are facing a demigod, my night watchman friend." Melisandre showed undisguised disdain for Iger's question: "What you saw was an accident, but this is really an accident Is it? The demigod spreads beliefs and makes people voluntarily help him to radiate his influence everywhere. Within this range, he can exert influence on people-no god can directly control people, but as long as he uses The ingenious hints in the depths of the subconscious and the soft whispers in the ear, coupled with proper arrangements, let what I hope happen happen in the form of various coincidences..."

"Heart tree, old god!" Before Melisandre could finish explaining, a flash of lightning pierced through the fog of thinking. Iger thought everything through in an instant, and he blurted out in shock as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Melisandre stared at him with narrowed eyes, nodded imperceptibly, then shook her head to signal him to stop talking.

The expression of the red-robed woman is almost equivalent to affirming Iger's guess, and everything makes sense: the old god is just a belief fabricated by the green prophet, or in other words, the old god is actually the green prophet. "God" identity and related beliefs, let the children of the forest and the first batch of invading ancestors cultivate weirwood everywhere, so as to continuously radiate their influence outwards - He not only sees and monitors the world through weirwood, You can also use the latter to exert influence on people!

And less than 200 meters away from the place where Bran fell was the godswood in Winterfell!He only needs to do something in the depths of his subconscious mind to make him want to climb the ruined tower to feed the crows on a whim, and then follow the same pattern to arouse the long-standing desire of the Lannister siblings, and induce them to go everywhere with passion. Find a place to do things... Finally get rid of the guy who is in the way, and it will be an accident.

But what frightened Iger was that in this accident, he tried to intervene again and again, and almost eliminated the crisis many times, which caused the Green Prophet...or should he be called "Old God" attention.Melisandre said before that she fought against a very powerful existence, so she left the opponent's breath on her body. Thinking about it carefully, didn't she fight against the Green Prophet?

Thankfully I didn't succeed.

The thin black shirt was wet with cold sweat, and if we continue to think along this line of thinking, Melisandre cursed and killed three "false kings" by burning three leeches. Is it the same?

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Robb Stark was killed by the Frey family in collusion with the Lannister family at the bloody wedding, and it seems that he has nothing to do with the three leeches.However, the uncontrollable capriciousness and betrayal of the King of the North, as well as the final choice of the two rebellious families, could not be caused by a series of whispers and provocations in the depths of the subconscious, could this be caused by R'hllor? ?

Joffrey Baratheon was poisoned by Littlefinger and Old Rose, which also has nothing to do with leeches.But Petyr Baelish took great risks on a whim just to create some chaos that was of no benefit to him, and Olenna Redwyne, the Queen of Thorns, wanted to prevent her sweet granddaughter from marrying the "Mad King" who inherited the legacy of the Mad King. "Monster" Joffrey and the intention to kill, the two conspirators hit it off and joined hands to kill the king. Could there be some inducements and hints from the King of Light?

Balon Greyjoy is thought to have fallen to his death crossing a bridge in a storm, but his brother Euron Greyjoy, who had been exiled for a long time but returned to the Iron Islands immediately after his death, was The real murderer.This guy has been away from Westeros for several years, and he claims to have traveled all over the world. Why did he return to his hometown at the juncture of the Five Kings Rebellion and help Melisandre's curse come true?

The curse of the red-robed woman cannot directly kill people, but the Lord of Light behind her ensures that the people she curses can always be killed by those who want to kill them, "interference in the subconscious and whispers in the ear", that is The "gods" of this world control the world and use it to attack each other!

Is it possible that this Game of Thrones, life versus death, A Song of Ice and Fire, is essentially a bunch of gods and demigods fighting each other for influence over the world?

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Chapter 56

In the world of ice and fire, is it difficult to move forward without being a nobleman?That statement, while somewhat categorical, is almost true, at least in Westeros.No one is Long Aotian, to enter this world, you have to play the game under the rules of this world.But Iger has a more transparent and essential view than ordinary people: the aristocratic system is only the superficial rules of the game in Westeros, but there are deeper and more basic rules behind it: all problems are problems of resources and strength.

The messenger of the Iron Bank is just an ordinary employee, but even Queen Cersei, who has eradicated all dissidents in the original play and is extremely arrogant in King's Landing, has to be polite when she sees it, because he has a title ?No, because he represented Braavos across the Narrow Sea.Is it because of the title and the support of the Seven Gods that the Great Sparrow after establishing the religious order can make a bunch of kings and queens look ashamed?No, it's because there are both soldiers and public support, and the opponent also has pig teammates to assist.After Littlefinger was granted the title of Harrenhal, he instantly became one of the highest nobles in Westeros, but if it wasn't for the fact that he had already hooked up with the mistress of the Vale of Arryn, what kind of fart would he be?

In the final analysis, aristocratic status is a tool for the upper class in Westeros to control resources, not a reason-there are people who control resources first in the world, and then there are nobles.

Once you figure out the cause-and-effect relationship, it becomes clear what to do.As long as he has the resources, even if he has been labeled as a night watchman all his life, even if his legal social status is lower than that of a mere knight, he can still turn his hands into clouds and rain.

Firmly believing in this concept, Iger made the plan.

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His original plan was to first use the Ponzi scheme to carry out primitive accumulation, use logistical supplies and the people he "recruited" and put into the defenders of the Great Wall to fatten the Night Watch army, boil frogs in warm water, and let the Night Watch The People's Legion became dependent on itself, and gradually kidnapped this armed force independent of the major forces, both materially and spiritually, to ensure its own safety and freedom first.

Then, use the capital you have and your own advanced knowledge to build a huge community of interests in Westeros—when the time is right, use energy and resources carefully, participate in the game of power, and find ways to disarm the Night Watchman for yourself. The method of identity, began to explore the possibility of anti-traversal.

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Iger has laid out the plan, and is ready to exhaust his wisdom and knowledge and have endless fun fighting with others, but before everything starts, Melisandre suddenly appears... and quietly opened the world stage to him A corner of the curtain allowed him to see the bigger and more terrifying truth under the chaotic appearance.

More than a month ago, Iger suspected that the important plot could not be changed because of Bran's fall.However, the fact that Tyrion successfully returned to King's Landing later overturned the previous conclusion... It is precisely because of the judgment that there is no "fate" or other "existence in the dark" in this world that Iger will be proud , Let your mind take the reins, make a huge plan in a short period of time, and prepare to do a big job in this world and rewrite everything.

But now, the words of the red-robed witch are like a blow to the head: extraordinary power does exist, and it is affecting the human world!Tyrion was able to return to King's Landing smoothly, but the "gods" just didn't have the time to deal with him!

Iger's feeling now is like when he was a child and quietly hid in the room and was about to play games and watch movies for a while, but when he looked up, he found a camera on the ceiling, and most of his excitement was instantly extinguished—by his father's There is no blind spot to stare at the whole existence, who can get excited?

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Seeing Iger's silence for a long time, Melisandre thought that he was frightened by what he said, and felt disdainful in his heart. The tough guy among the Night Watchmen, the White Ghost Killer, was still trembling in front of the transcendent power.

"Is there anything else I want to ask?" She didn't show contempt. After all, it's human to be afraid of extraordinary power. May I ask a few questions?"

The plan had to be changed. Not only had he not to be the leader in the eyes of the nobles in Westeros, but he also had to keep a low profile in the eyes of the "demigods" and "true gods". So... At least half of the few sheets of paper that I wrote down my plan can be burned directly: "Ask, I also know everything."

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For the next half an hour, Iger continued the question-and-answer session with Melisandre in a trance state. To his relief, all the questions asked by the other party were related to Beyond the Great Wall and the Great Wall... which means Well, Melisandre didn't have doubts about his identity as an ordinary night watchman ranger, and on this basis, he only needed to tell the whole truth, and he didn't need to spend his brains making up anything to avoid showing his flaws.

By the time this exchange was over, the face of the Red God Priest was already full of dignity, and Iger also used this short period of time to try to overcome the panic.

Reason came late, but it was better than absence. Iger recovered and gradually came to his senses: Conspiracy theories can explain everything, but explaining everything with conspiracy theories is undoubtedly scaring himself.I have fooled a bunch of plot characters with a bunch of half-truths and half-truths, who can guarantee that Melisandre's words are not also half-truths and bluffs?

Not to mention, Melisandre, as a follower of the Red God, was brainwashed by the King of Light, even if she told the truth, it doesn't mean it was the truth, just like the Green Prophet who wanted to forge the belief of an old god. Can you guarantee that the Red God really exists?Who can guarantee that Melisandre is not another version of Jojen Reed, deceived by the god in her heart?

Perhaps many of the stories in the original plot are indeed arranged or facilitated by those extraordinary beings, but if you know this, you will think all day long, "Does this person represent the interests of a certain god?" Some god wants it to happen?" Then don't do anything at all, just go back to the Great Wall to fight savages and white ghosts.

Even if there are really a group of guys who are quietly influencing the real world at the subconscious level, if there is no way to identify the individuals affected by them, and it is impossible to judge which things the gods want to happen, then for me, the difference between these gods and non-existent How big is it?

Regardless of these transcendent existences, the plan remains the same!Just a little tweaking to be more low-key.

Iger's mind was clear, and the countermeasures were quickly formulated: Now, I am afraid that I will not only pretend to be a loyal night watchman when I see outsiders, but also pretend to be a loyal night watchman when there is no one around.Compared to unscrupulously carrying out activities for self-interest, standing clearly on the opposite side of the power of the other ghosts may not be beneficial, but at least it can ensure that the "god" on the side of the King of Light and his servants... will not miss out Against yourself for no reason.

As a mortal, I am too weak, and I don't even have the qualifications to be a fool... How troublesome.

"The cold god moves faster than I imagined." Melisandre didn't know what Iger was thinking on the opposite side, and she also had her own troubles: "Fortunately, the Lord of Light told me in the fire that the Great Wall can stop the cold. We still have time to do a lot of things before the cold winter comes and the sea freezes.” She looked up at the night watchman, shook off her redundant expression and became serious: “Then, friend in black, what can I do? Can you help the Night Watch?"

Iger looked back at the other party. After being called a heretic and a series of things happened, everything finally returned to the right track. At least Melisandre would not be lying in the hope that she could help the Night Watchman. Unfortunately, food and grass And weapons, Dragonstone Island can't get them out, important people, Melisandre doesn't have many around her, unless the witch is willing to leave Stannis who she misjudged as the rebirth of Azor Ahai immediately and go north to the Great Wall ... Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't help much.

Looking at the serious witch, another huge question slowly emerged in the night watchman's mind: Is the struggle among the gods a life-and-death battle for survival, or a battle between you and me?In other words--in the eyes of those more transcendent beings, priests such as the White Walkers, the Night Watchman, and even Melisandre, are they soldiers and weapons that serve themselves, or are they weapons in a game with similar beings in their spare time? piece?

If you can figure this out, subsequent changes to the plan can be more specific and targeted.

It's a pity, if you think about it with your toes, even if Melisandre is a follower of the Lord of Light, it is absolutely impossible for her to know the secrets of this level.

"The Great Wall lacks everything, but what it lacks the most is people and food and equipment. I was sent here for these." Iger sighed and shook his head: "But I think Dragonstone Island looks better than the night watchman. Not much—if you really want to help, just take care of the obsidian mining."

"no problem."

Wait, when it came to the obsidian mine, Iger remembered a very important thing, how could he ignore this: "I almost forgot to ask, do you know the principle of the dragon crystal dagger killing the aliens? If you can understand The mystery of this, we may be able to come up with more ways to deal with this ghost thing."

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Chapter 57 How to Kill Magical Creatures

"I don't know, but I can make some guesses." Melisandre pursed her lips and blinked at Iger: "After all, this is the first White Walker killer in Westeros in thousands of years, isn't it?"

After some discussion, the atmosphere unknowingly changed from hostility to friendly. This old bitch who has lived for countless years... is too good at guiding conversations.Iger didn't know what to say, so he could only hold his face: "Don't talk nonsense, start your guessing."

"Judging from the pictures I saw and the death process you described, the body of the White Walker should operate entirely on magic power, almost without entity." The witch said, "All creatures can be killed by physical matter and magic, but There are two ways that allow us to almost ignore physical attacks..."

"Immune to physical damage."

"The new word you invented, it's quite appropriate. Animals in the natural world choose to make their bodies stronger and harder to approach this goal, such as turtles, such as dragons... They rely on strong shells or scales and skin to resist foreign... ...Well, physical damage. But the gods naturally have other means, and the cold god has gone to the other extreme: making the body of the servant completely magical, so that the alien has the ability to be almost immune to physical damage, unless it is crushed by a giant crushed so thoroughly that they are nearly immortal."

"Why are they afraid of obsidian?"

"What they are afraid of is not the dragon crystal, but the fire attribute magic power contained in the dragon crystal." Melisandre said in a positive tone: "These magic power is completely opposite to the attributes in the servants of the cold god, and they conflict with each other, disrupting the cohesion all at once. The ice magic that formed their bodies made them crumble."

"Isn't the Lord of Light the God of Fire? You claim to be his servant, so you should be good at fire magic, right?"

"Actually, I only know how to use fire magic." Melisandre admitted, "But unfortunately, if you expect me to go north to the Great Wall to help you fight the White Walkers, I can't do it. Not only because I have more important Mission, and... the truth is, I can't handle a White Walker."

"Could it be that the fire magic you can use is not as powerful as the magic power in an obsidian dagger?"

"Forget what I said, the God of Cold is the old enemy of the Lord of Light. If its servants can be killed by a small fire magic, then this war would have ended thousands of years ago." The witch shook her head. : "We just said that the body of the White Walker is almost insubstantial, but 'nearly' is not complete after all. If it is just a mass of magic, then a small fire magic can break them up...just That little bit of physicality is there to prevent that from happening."

The woman raised her hand and slowly brushed the thin black shirt on Iger's body with her fingers: "If you are willing to do whatever it takes, I can set all the fabrics on your body on fire in an instant, and you will be severely burned, and you will even die if you don't get treatment... But What would happen if I used this trick against the White Walkers?"

Iger politely avoided the other party's touch: "It can't burn at all?"

"Correct, it won't burn at all." Melisandre smiled and withdrew her hand: "The body of the White Walker is completely shaped by magic, but there is a thin layer of ice armor on the outermost layer - ordinary weapons can easily break through this layer Ice armor, but it can't hurt their origin, and fire magic is a threat to them, but it can't break through their physical bodies. The existence of its body makes it unscathed even if it is buried alive by dragon crystal or stepped into the sea of ​​fire, only damage And injecting the magic power of flames can hurt them and destroy their bodies, and then infuse them with magic power of fire attribute to destroy the stability of their structure. This is the case when you kill the strange ghost with an obsidian dagger-the hardness of obsidian itself And the sharpness broke through the protection of the foreign ghost's body surface, and the flame magic contained in the dragon crystal stirred up the stable ice magic in its body, killing it instantly." She paused and added: "Of course, the power is enough Great destructive fire magic can kill the White Walkers directly, but people who can cast that level of fire magic have not yet been born."

"Then...there is a legend that Valyrian steel can also kill the White Walkers, so what's going on?"

"Valyrian steel is what the people of Westeros call it wrongly. To be precise, it should be called Valyrian metal. Try it with a lodestone if you get a chance and you'll know - it doesn't contain iron at all Naturally, it cannot be called steel. The Valyrians used several rare and rare metals with magic to forge this extremely light and strong substance. I have come into contact with this metal, and it is obvious that the forging process uses It has created an extremely powerful fire magic, and it still has magic power after hundreds of years."

"Mixed metals? Valyrian steel is an alloy, it should be called Valyrian alloy!"

"He...gold?" Melisandre frowned suspiciously, how could the night watchman like to invent new words: "It doesn't matter what you call it, it's up to you."

"Understood, the most convenient way to kill the White Walkers is to break through their bodies and destroy their body structures with substances containing fire-attribute magic power." Iger nodded, suddenly a little scared: "Then if I meet that The White Walkers wear armor again, so how do we kill them?"

"Generally speaking, armor will seriously hinder the wearer's movement and spellcasting. Magic power is a kind of energy that does not penetrate strongly. The clothes of the spellcaster should be as simple and light as possible, so I never wear underwear or jackets—if forced Put a layer of full body armor on me, and the power of my spells will be reduced by at least half." Melisandre's mouth showed a smile that didn't seem to be fake: "But there is no guarantee that they will really adopt your opinion, so here is my suggestion Yes—go back and use your brain to think about what to do when you really encounter this situation."

Never wear underwear?Iger subconsciously lowered his gaze, then quickly retracted it. Realizing that he had spent too much time here, he stood up: "You didn't say anything."

"Indeed, I'm sorry, but you are an expert in killing aliens, aren't you?" Melisandre also stood up: "Is it time to leave now, that's okay... I have already sent that 'half god' The imprint left in your body is cleared, and the remaining aura of the Lord of Light makes him never dare to monitor or hurt you again, so you can let go and do what you want."

"You cleared one, and left another mark!" Egger was stunned for a few seconds before he realized, and the anger that was finally calmed rose again: "What's the point of this? They are not good people!"

"Wherever there is flame, the influence of the Lord of Light can reach. With the mark of the Lord of Light, demigods who are hostile to the God of Cold and other servants of the Lord of Light will not harm you. And if you are worried about being I keep staring at it all the time, and I can only say that I don’t have that ability and I don’t have that kind of thought.” The witch didn’t care about Iger’s roar, “It took my mana, it’s an apology for the previous offense, believe it or not You. The only pity is that I am unable to get rid of the traces left by the God of Cold on your body. For this, I can only suggest: try not to go north of the Great Wall."

Iger wanted Melisandre to take away the hands and feet she left on him, but after thinking about it carefully, even if she lied to herself that she had taken it back, how could she know that she had no sense of magic?It's better to ask something more practical: "But didn't you say that the breath of the cold god left on me is very weak, why can you get rid of the stronger one, but not the weak one?"

"An adult wolf can kill a newborn baby dragon with one bite, but even so, a dragon is a stronger life than a wolf. Although the cold god is evil, he is a true god. He just woke up from a long sleep. With the coming of winter It will become stronger and stronger, but the poor demigod facing him in the north is already turning from prosperity to decline, towards death." Melisandre sighed: "The long night is dark and dangerous everywhere...Take care of yourself , night watchman friend. Also, please tell the guard at the door before you leave: We have reached an understanding with each other, this misunderstanding should end, we all have more important things to do, don’t we?”

How can Iger still be angry at this moment?He stopped at the door, nodded, and pushed the door out.

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Chapter 58 The beginning of changing the world

In Winterfell, there will definitely be butlers or servants busy and enthusiastically arranging board and lodging for Iger tonight, but this is Dragonstone Island.The word "polite" may not be in Stannis's dictionary at all. Under the guidance of the guards, the night watchman quickly walked out of the castle gate. Facing the dark night, the kind guard gave him a torch...Of course, There were no wolves and no White Walkers on the island, and for a night watch ranger, walking a few miles at night was nothing scary.Bathed in the bleak moonlight, Iger stumbled towards the fishing village on the shore.

The ship didn't leave, and Iger was relieved. The captain and the old mine owner and his son asked nervously what happened. Naturally, he couldn't tell the truth to the ordinary people in front of him. He returned his wallet and went straight back to his cabin.

Returning to King’s Landing from Dragonstone Island is different from when we came here—the wind and the current are against the wind at night. If we set off in the middle of the night, I’m afraid that Dragonstone Island will still be in everyone’s sight at dawn.Helpless, the ship stayed in the small port of Dragonstone Island for another night, and did not set sail until dawn. Standing at the stern of the ship and looking at the island that was gradually disappearing, Iger sighed: Arranging the mining of the obsidian mine was originally carried out in a busy schedule. One step at leisure, according to the original plan, all follow-up matters will be handed over to the old mine owner and his son - he is only responsible for providing funds, and will not bother to intervene... Who would have thought that it would be such a short trip Traveling, he will also be involved in the contest between the fire god and the cold god in a daze, and learn so many "insider information" from Melisandre?

Since we don’t know the truth, let’s stop thinking about eating salty radish and worrying about it. If one wants to live in the present moment, it’s time to get down to business.

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Going against the current of the Blackwater River rushing eastward into the Narrow Sea, the boat drifted staggeringly on the water for more than a day and a night before arriving at the port of King's Landing on the Blackwater River.Four days after leaving the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, Iger set foot on the land of Westeros again. After briefly explaining his address and follow-up matters to the old mine head, he entered the city through the Mud Gate and returned to the Albatross Hotel where he stayed before noon. .

Tyrion didn't go out unexpectedly, and knocked on the door to find him as soon as he learned of Iger's return.

"Finally back! During the two days you went to Dragonstone, I didn't even have the mood to go to taverns and brothels."

The dwarf's opening remarks made the night watchman completely confused. Fortunately, the other party quickly followed up and explained: "I have been thinking about the 'finance' you mentioned in the room, thinking over and over again, thinking about it day and night, thinking that I can't eat and can't sleep. Sleep."

"Have you figured out something?" The other party seemed to be more anxious than himself, which surprised Iger, but compared to Melisandre who suddenly called herself a heretic and caught her bloodletting, this conversation was completely in the plan of the night watchman Inside.If it was Eddard Stark or Stannis Baratheon and his ilk, he would probably classify the game of money as a fraud without even thinking about it, but Tyrion is different. The reason why smart people are smart people is that Because I can look at it objectively and rationally when encountering new things, which is why Iger likes to deal with similar people-saving effort. "You must have discovered that if the game of power is to compete for the right to distribute the cake, then the game of money is to make the cake bigger. It doesn't matter which of the two games is more important and more complicated, but in terms of contribution to the world, the latter must definitely far greater than the former."

"I don't refute, but you shouldn't play tricks to confuse concepts and get away with it, at least you shouldn't do it to me." Iger's use of cake as a metaphor for resources made Tyrion refreshing again, but he kept it serious-honestly, I really don't like this expression, it will look a little funny: "No matter how you explain or cover up, you have to admit that this is a scam."

Sure enough, he couldn't fool a smart person. Four days had passed, and with Tyrion's brain, he could turn it around no matter how hard he went.Iger was a little nervous, thinking about how to answer: "Tyrion..."

Tyrion knew what Iger was thinking when he saw Iger's expression: "Don't plan to talk, just admit it."

"Okay, I admit it." Iger's heart moved, and he suddenly realized that if Tyrion planned to refuse to participate, he wouldn't talk so much nonsense, and his tone didn't seem to deny his fund-raising plan: "Yes, I tried to To carry out a financial scam, in Caina, a person named Charles Ponzi once used this trick to deceive tens of thousands of people, so this scam is also called a Ponzi scheme.”

"How was his deceit exposed?"

"In order to compete with normal financial projects, he offered an outrageous rate of return, but did not make any real investment and operation, and even squandered the wealth he raised-this caused the capital chain to break quickly. Wait until he can't even The promised return, including the principal, cannot be paid, and even if investors do not suspect it, the scam cannot continue.”

"It's the same as I deduced." Tyrion raised his eyebrows, raised his head, and solemnly announced: "Iger, I will participate in your plan, as long as you promise me three conditions."

that's all?Standing at the door of an ordinary single room in the Albatross Hotel, Iger suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart for no reason. He realized that this simple and exaggerated conversation between friends might affect the The future history of Westeros.After being stunned for a second, he came back to his senses and nodded: "Let's talk."

"One, every step of the whole 'fundraising' must be discussed with me, explain why to me clearly, and let me participate. Two, the account funds are managed by me, and the money is placed in an independent house I rented, and the entry and exit Through my hands." Tyrion tried to straighten his expression to let his friend understand that he was not joking: "Three, if the attempt fails, I will advance money to fill the hole, you are not allowed to try elsewhere unconvinced, I'll find something for you to do, with your mind, you can live well without deception. That's all, decide."

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The first two conditions are easy to understand. Under Iger’s deliberate close friendship, the two can be described as close friends at first sight. In just a few months, they are as close as friends for many years—but after all, they only knew each other for a few months. Leon was afraid that he would spend money recklessly like the ancestor of the Ponzi scheme, and even run away after cheating a huge sum of money... Iger had no such plan, so he naturally agreed to accept the restraint.As King's Landing is the population and economic center of Westeros, there is a northerner prime minister and a Lannister to help. Shi?

Iger didn't hesitate for a second: "I agree to all reasonable requests."

"Very good," the dwarf liked Iger's straightforwardness, he nodded, and finally had the time to look at his adventurer friend again, and quickly frowned: "Are you really going to Dragonstone Island, how does it look like?" It's like spending three days and three nights in a brothel, with a look of vain?"

"Is it so exaggerated?" Iger actually couldn't help but kept thinking about what Melisandre said, trying to distinguish the truth from the truth... It was just insomnia, and Tyrion didn't even believe in the existence of the ghosts—in the unbelievers To a certain extent, the natives of this world are probably more thorough than myself: "I'm seasick, I didn't sleep well."

"Do you want to rest?"

"I'll make a list first. You can let Morris and Jack go shopping. I'll sleep for a while. When things are in place, everything can start."

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"Very good, I can't wait." Tyrion is like a child about to unpack a new toy, feeling that he has never been so motivated in his life, "Money games...just think about it, it's better than drinking and fucking women Stimulate."

"Tyrion, you are the most adventurous Westerosi I have ever met."

"Hmph." Tyrion is extremely immune to flattery: "You also said that you are just the most adventurous 'Westeros'. This adventure will not affect my drinking and sex, let alone endanger me. life, I think it is more interesting than the latter two and dare to try it...Compared with you who have seen the world and come here across the sunset sea, I am just an old hat in a corner."

"Hey, forget it, let's save on bragging about each other. I'll give you the list of supplies you need right away. In the afternoon, we'll start preparing for the issuance of Night Watchman bonds."

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Chapter 59 The Night's Watch Bond