Game of Thrones: Holy Sword of Light

Chapter 46 The Chancellor's Declaration
Jon's own Herald aboard.

He sat cross-legged, his thoughts were attached to the golden-eyed crow, flying around, he saw various pictures, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses.

"My lord, four or five people came to assassinate just now."

"Two of them died and the other three were captured by us."

Jia Kun was also a little speechless.

The House of Black and White is the ancestor of assassination.

In the end, someone actually sent an assassin to assassinate him! ?
Jaqen took out a dagger.

"It's a Valyrian steel dagger, it seems to belong to Tyrion the Imp..."

Jon frowned at Jaqen's words.

The killer who assassinated Bran in the previous life?
"Bring in the killer who is still alive."

There was cruelty on his face, Ma De, I was just waiting for an opportunity, I am not a good man and a believer, is it true that I am lying in blood and fire outside the Great Wall?

Soon, three assassins were captured.

They all had bruises on their faces and looked muscular, clearly professional killers.

Jon tore the cloth from a man's mouth.

"Pooh!"

The man spat, and Jon dodged, frowning.

"Cut off his tongue and feed him."

Jia Kun was stunned, but he was already Jon's apprentice. During this time, Jia Kun had initially mastered the "alien" ability to manipulate the bird's vision, so he immediately followed suit.

The assassin screamed again and again, and his tongue was gone.

"Chop off his fingers and toes, feed him, and let him eat himself."

Jon waved again.

This time the assassin was a little bit broken, but Jaqen and his men continued to do so.

Only two toes were chopped off, and the man passed out from the pain.

"waste."

"Is this still assassination?"

Jon looked at the second assassin, motioning for Jaqen to remove the mask from his mouth.

Just as the assassin was about to say something cruel, Jon waved his hand: "Forget it, these assassins probably won't confess, Xiaobai!"

The mighty and ferocious white wolf rushed in directly.

"I've rewarded you!"

Before the assassin could yell, he was dragged away by the white wolf with his head in his mouth. Jon waved his hand again, and asked people to throw the first assassin to the war bear of the light group.

The third assassin peed in fright.

A mixture of excrement and urine flowed in the trouser pocket.

Jon winks at Jaqen.

The latter understood and tore off the cloth strip on his mouth.

"I say, I say, we come from Pentos..."

"I, I'm a butcher. Someone asked us to assassinate you for a hundred gold dragons. I really don't know anything else!"

The assassin was terrified.

"Oh? Really don't know?"

Jon squinted.

"really do not know."

"Speak well, I won't kill you."

"Really? All I know is a man in black with a cloak..."

"Oh, drag it down and feed it to the wolves."

Jon waved his hand.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't kill me!"

"Nonsense, didn't I let the wolf eat me? I didn't do anything!"

Jon was speechless.

He looked at Jaqen: "There is no loss on board, right?"

Jaqen said: "They planned to puncture the ship and set fire to it, but they were stopped."

"Made..."

Jon's eyes flickered, and he could guess who was the one who attacked, but he was not sure who it was, why these people came to physically destroy this set at every turn.

Fortunately, they were not allowed to succeed. There was a lot of potato-brewed alcohol on the Forward, which could be ignited in the cold winter beyond the Great Wall. Once it was ignited, the entire Forward would be...

"Game of Thrones has begun..."

"However, I've always had revenge, hmph!"

Jon gritted his teeth.

……

late at night.

Littlefinger Baelish's door rang.

He gently opened the door and saw no one, but saw a small note on the ground, picked it up, and narrowed his eyes.

"Jon Arryn sends you hello!"

With a cold voice, a dagger was stabbed out of Baelish's back in an instant. He was paralyzed and unable to move. Looking down, this dagger, this dagger was actually Varys' dagger. His eyes were getting darker and darker. His hands wanted to grab the person behind him, but he couldn't, and finally fell to the ground with a thud...

The next day.

The discovery of Littlefinger Baelish's body instantly caused a sensation on Dragonstone Island.

I was supposed to leave for the north this morning.

At this time, I had to stop.

King Robert crunches his wine glass with anger on his face. He doesn't trust Littlefinger that much, but Littlefinger can get him money.

Now, Littlefinger is dead.

Who taxed him, collected taxes?

Moreover, the dagger that killed Baelish belonged to Varys!
"Varys!"

Varys, the suspect, had his hands tied and his face was innocent. He struggled to defend himself, thinking about who hurt him.

Baelish is an ambitious man, and with him in the way, Varys can do his own thing.

However, now both of them have been killed.

"Your Majesty, my condolences have changed!"

At this time, Jon stood up in a timely manner.

"The top priority is to select a new finance minister and quickly investigate the murderer. In addition, the northern border still needs you..."

Jon reminded Robert vaguely.

"Who can be Chancellor of the Exchequer?"

Robert looked to the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

Stannis straightened his chest, but Jon knew he couldn't, and his brother Robert knew that, too.

Many other nobles are hiding.

This is a hot potato, the Seven Kingdoms taxes are mostly in the hands of the local nobles, and the Iron Throne is in debt.

"Ahem, Your Majesty, your business is my business."

"Since no adult is willing to take on the responsibility, how about I come?"

Jon coughed and stood up.

This is the purpose of his performance during this time.

He wants to be the Minister of Finance, blatantly collecting money for Guangming Island and making money for himself.

Gold for Robert! ?

Hehe, stop kidding.

As long as he is elected as the Minister of Finance and starts to intervene in the taxes of the Seven Kingdoms, especially when he starts to collect taxes from King's Landing for Robert, the Lannister family will break with Robert. Besides, he has a trump card in his hand...

He glanced at Cersei.

Cersei was frowning heavily.

"you!?"

Robert was taken aback. He just wanted to say that Jon was too young, but he thought that Jon was indeed rich, and his Guangming Island seemed to have more money. He just needed a rich helper to balance Lan nistor.

High Court?

Robert hadn't thought about it, but Highgarden was harder than a Lannister.

So he decided not to be fooled.

In Robert's opinion, the northern border is easier to control, at least, Jon, the adopted son, is very obedient to him.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to donate another [-] gold dragons to you, and first use it to repay the interest of the iron treasury."

"In the meantime, please allow me to publish my manifesto for the election of Chancellor of the Exchequer!"

His statement was met with a nod from Robert.

"Everyone!"

Jon looked serious, he looked at everyone.

"Now our seven nations are united under the command of King Robert, but most of our financial lifelines are controlled by the free city-states on the other side of the narrow sea!"

"Our national treasury is controlled by the Iron Bank!"

"We seven countries do not have our own financial power!"

"I, Jon Wright, promise that as long as I serve as the Minister of Finance, the nobles will make more money, the king will collect more money, and there will be no middlemen to make the difference!"

"I will fight for the prosperity of the Seven Kingdoms all my life!"

(End of this chapter)