The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

"Will, do you have any good suggestions? Let's listen." Ed Stark said gently, "If you want to tell me alone, there is no problem."

Ed Stark's friendly tone in handling government affairs is rare. His style is like the frozen soil of the north: cold and harsh, business affairs, and unsparing. Everyone can see his friendly attitude towards Will.

Will sternly said: "Prime Minister, this matter may not be useful to tell you. This requires the professional skills of Lord Petir and the unique skills of Lord Varys."

"Oh!" Ed Stark said solemnly, "how to do it?"

"The first step is for Lord Pettier to formulate an entry tax that can satisfy everyone. Regarding this, I think Lord Prime Minister may be disgusted." Will said.

Entrance tax?

Petir's eyes lit up.

He is a guy who has come up with countless ways to raise taxes. When he hears that he wants to set up a name to collect taxes, it is like a hungry cat seeing a fat mouse, and he immediately became interested.

He can immediately formulate a variety of methods to collect the entry tax from the common people.

Moreover, this will be a large amount of profitless income. And it is a long-term income method.

The national treasury is empty, owing millions of golden dragons to the Lannisters!

The people entering the city have various identities, some are relatives, some are doing business, and some are here to watch the grand competition. If you dress well, you can charge more taxes, but they don’t care about one or two more coppers anyway.

However, this entry tax will definitely be scolded by the people.

Moreover, does this entry tax have anything to do with curbing a large number of thieves entering King’s Landing?

Ed Stark and the courtiers did not understand.

Varys, Pasier, little finger could not understand either.

Varys's bald head was bright, his face was full of smiles, his hands were caged, and he listened with relish. Paisier shook his hands slightly from time to time, looking dim and weak.

"Incoming city tax? It can only prevent ordinary people from entering the city and increase their burden. How can you catch the thieves from the Seven Kingdoms? The thieves and thieves gather at the Seven Kingdoms Tournament and will not care about the entrance tax." Ed Stark said in a deep voice.

"Yes, so the second step is the real key." Will said, "This second step, for the sake of confidentiality, I want to tell Lord Varys separately. Of course, if he doesn't want it, I can tell the Prime Minister that it is OK. "

Huh!

Everyone's eyes focused on Varys.

Varys smiled: "Okay, Lord Will, I would like to hear your opinion!"

Will smiled slightly, and the two walked under the throne in full view. Will whispered in Varys’s ear, but Varys’s eyes were looking at Ed Stark on the throne. Smile, but it seems that he didn't listen to Will.

Varys' arrogance was in his powdery air and cocked orchid fingers. He didn't need to shout and angry, and gently and softly threw his arrogance to the man in black.

But as Will whispered, Varys's face began to twist, slowly facing Will, his eyes fixed on his face.

The two people looked at each other at close range, for a brief moment, as if two knives tried their sharp points.

After Will finished speaking, he bowed slightly and returned to the group of knight ladies, standing against the tapestry of the wall.

Varys stood under the throne for a while, and slowly recovered his usual sweet smile.

Ed Stark said, "Master Varis, is Will's plan feasible?"

Varys nodded: "Prime Minister, I am afraid there is no better plan than his plan."

Bachelor Pasier was visibly startled, then he coughed gently, lowered his head, and wiped the corners of his mouth with Bachelor's Par.

Petyr Berishy's eyes flickered in his little finger, and he tilted his head slightly to sign Will, smiling friendly and elegant.

The many courtiers in the throne room were shaking in their hearts, and their eyes fell on Will again. The nobles, knights, and ladies all began to look at the man in black differently.

No matter what the reason the man in black was wearing the black clothes, at least, he is an extremely intelligent person, full of smart wisdom and tactics.

Such talents are wasted on the Great Wall, which is really embarrassing.

Ed Stark said: "Will... Your lord." He finally used the honorific phrase on the Iron Throne with the honor of the Prime Minister, "Is there no way to avoid the city tax?"

"Prime Minister, I have already said how to do it, or not to do it, it is up to the Royal Council to discuss and make decisions. Will only provides immature advice. Will is only willing to tell Lord Varis, not To make it public, first is for confidentiality, and second, this plan is inseparable from the professional skills of Lord Varys."

What kind of professional skills does the intelligence director have, but it's just the eyeliner all over the city. Ed Stark thought. He only knew how ridiculously wrong he was after he had the imperial meeting.

Stark said, "Okay, let's disperse the court. In the afternoon, we will hold an imperial meeting to discuss how to solve the government affairs of thieves and thieves in the city." He stood up and realized that his body was stiff.

The seats of the Iron Throne are all sharpened iron swords. They are cold and hard. They are the most uncomfortable seats in the world, none of them. According to tradition, the iron throne is not covered with any soft cushions.

Will stood at the gate of the throne, and Ed Stark saw him as soon as he came out.

"Your Excellency," Will said.

"Master Will." Ed Stark said politely, "Why don't we go to dinner together? Arya also talked about his black friend Will."

"No," Will said.

Ed Stark was slightly surprised by Will's words. He saw that Will was waiting for him, and he might have something to say. Everyone is from the north, and the fulfillment of Will's oracle fragment saved Bran's life.

The two walked down the stairs of the Throne Hall side by side and turned left to the Prime Minister's Tower.

"My lord, Jon Snow has a letter to bring you." Will said, looking around. Varys and Littlefinger were already gone, and the word Bachelor was trembling behind Paschel, and the distance was far away.

"Trust me," Stark said.

Will put a small wax-sealed letter roll in Ed Stark's hand, his eyes swept around, and saw the weeder not far away, two patrolling soldiers in the garden, not far behind him The guard in the north, the guard in golden robe on the Meigelou suspension bridge, the forest officer who prunes the branches by the grove, and the waitress in the garden... Except for the guard in the north, there must be a queen and little finger among the others. , Varis's eyeliner.

"My lord, after lunch, I want to go to the dungeon and pick a man first. I apply for the Prime Minister's memo." Will said.

"Oh, I thought you would go to the dungeon to choose after the tournament."

"Go and see first."

"Well, give you an order, you are so convenient to do things."

"Thank you, sir."

Ed Stark put Jon Snow's letter in his pocket, took out the pen and paper, and handwritten a Prime Minister's Memo Order. On the lower right corner of the note, there was a Prime Minister's Order written in advance.

"Thank you, sir." Will took the order and put it in his personal pocket.

In the death row black cell on the third floor of the dungeon, the Faceless Jacquen Hegar of Braavos, despite his extraordinary powers, has nothing to do, his life is hanging by his hands.

According to the advance plan, Will will go to meet him for a while.