The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Pycelle smoothed the white beard that flowed down to his chest and said, "Harris, I will send a golden robe to protect your safety. You don't have to be afraid."

Harris' stubby neck turned red, and he opened his mouth and said, "How could I be afraid... They are just monks..."

"It's the monk holding the axe, cough cough cough!"

Earl Gales calmed down and continued: "Lord Pycelle, Lord Harris, they...ahem..."

Looking at the coughing Chancellor, Pycelle's eyes flashed with disgust.

He raised his hand and ordered to the side: "Humphrey, please pour a glass of wine for Gales."

Hearing this, the illegitimate commander-in-chief in golden robes stood up from his chair, picked up the wine bottle and walked over.

Crash---on the imperial conference table, the sound of summer red flowing out of the spout was extremely clear.

"Thank you...thank you..."

Earl Gales stretched out his trembling hand and poured a large gulp of wine down his itchy throat.

"Please continue, Lord Rosby."

"I'm sorry, what I just said...well...what I'm worried about is that the High Sparrow's trials will not stop and may be judged...for everyone they feel has violated the teachings of the Seven."

Gales finally finished speaking intermittently, and Prime Minister Harris quickly added: "This is exactly what I am worried about. They are too fanatical nowadays..."

Archmaester Pycelle passed on the old man: "They are not so lucky every time."

The bachelor's necklace made of twenty-four kinds of metal pieces swayed softly. He glanced at the two of them and continued: "The minister of the Imperial Council should look to the Seven Kingdoms and serve the king, not those little sparrows."

Then, he glanced at the golden-robed Commander-in-Chief: "Humphrey, you will accompany the Prime Minister to the Great Temple of Baelor."

Humphry Weishui lowered his face slightly, but uneasiness flashed across his face.

After Queen Cersei was imprisoned in the Great Sept of Baelor by the High Sparrow, Grand Maester Pycelle directly promoted him from the position of Captain of the Dragon Gate to Commander-in-Chief of the Golden Robes at the Royal Council.

However, although he has recently tried his best to win over people's hearts, the ones he can command are still the old subordinates of the Dragon Sect.

Because those led by Sir Damien Gott (Chapter 307) quickly attracted more gold-robed officers after Sir Adam Malbrand was imprisoned in the dark prison.

Osfry Kettleblack was appointed Commander-in-Chief of the Goldcloaks, and they obeyed, at least on the surface.

But when he took office, they were not even willing to show superficial obedience, and only fulfilled the last order of the Queen Regent - to close the seven gates of King's Landing.

Of course, he thought about using the power of the Commander-in-Chief to forcefully replace a group of people, but he could not do so. Not only was he worried about causing bloodshed... because everyone knew that behind Sir Damien and others was the former president of the Golden Robe. Commander——Duke Green.

Sir Humphry stroked his chest and responded loudly: "As you command, my lord."

He sighed secretly. Naturally, he wanted to join that famous general, but the fact that he was the captain of the dragon guard promoted by Lannister after the Battle of King's Landing had to make him hesitate.

Before he could think about it, the situation in King's Landing was changing almost every day, which made him dizzy.

Then, he became the golden robe known only as Commander-in-Chief, and was reduced to Pycelle's cupbearer.

Yes!

Humphrey immediately stood up and bowed to the three imperial ministers: "I will arrange the personnel accompanying me. Please allow me to leave first!"

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"The next topic is, the representative of the Iron Bank..."

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Outside the throne room, when he saw his father walking out of the door, Sir Xiele Swiffer hurriedly greeted him.

"Father."

Prime Minister Harris clasped his hands behind his back, looked around secretly, and said in a low voice: "Stephen should have evacuated successfully."

Stephen Swiffer was the eldest son and heir of Harry, and Xiele Swiffer was the second son.

Ser Steffon was responsible for the logistics of the Lannister army during the Siege of Riverrun.

Sir Xi'erle's voice could not conceal his excitement: "That's great, gods bless my brother."

Harris took the second son to the garden of the throne room and ordered the guards to disperse so as not to disturb their conversation.

"Xi Erle, please prepare today and set off tomorrow with our knights to go to the Riverlands to meet Duke Green on my behalf."

"Father, you are..."

Harris touched a short white beard and said: "The king is too young and the kingdom needs a regent. The candidates proposed at the royal council include Duke Greene Kleb and Duke Mace Tyrell. "

After a pause, he lowered his voice: "The Swiffer family will be the first to support Duke Green."

Taking a deep breath, Xi Erle couldn't help but lower her voice: "Father, will Queen Cersei regard us as traitors?"

He glanced around guiltily and said, "Will Duke Green be unhappy? Everyone knows that he loves Cersei Lannister."

Harris looked at the upright Xile with pleasure. He was a qualified second son, which could ensure the stability of the family.

Xile continued: "Everyone said that when Duke Green returns to King's Landing, Queen Cersei will take charge of the kingdom again."

Prime Minister Harris sneered and said: "When Jaime didn't respond to this matter immediately, Cersei's rule was destined to end. Si Erle, don't forget the Swaver family's clan language—— Wake up! Wake up!”

He reached out and patted his second son who was still confused: "The Swyfford family must wake up from their sweet dreams. Now, only with the support of Duke Green can I continue to sit on the Prime Minister's seat."

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The wind swept across the sea, raising layers of huge waves. The waves kept hitting the reefs under Storm's End like angry beasts, making deafening roars.

Jaime Lannister looked at the huge castle from a distance, and behind him... the Roaring Lion flag fluttered in the wind.

A young knight wearing silver armor and a green cloak rode a gray warhorse, holding a rose flag high.

He stopped his horse in front of Jaime. The dust raised by the horse's hooves had not yet settled. He first looked at him unkindly and said, "White Knight, the Duke of Highgarden has allowed your request to see you."

The haggard-looking Sir Jaime raised his head slightly and looked at the person in front of him, then nodded to thank him. Although his voice could not hide his fatigue, he was still polite: "Please lead the way."

The Duke of Mace's tent was not near the coast. Tyrell's messenger took Jaime and others on a winding road. They walked all the way, bypassing rugged hills and passing through dense woods.

The Tyrell messenger led the way in front without saying a word. Only the dull sound of horse hooves stepping on the ground was heard, which made Jaime wonder where the Duke of Highgarden's tent was.

Finally, after a long ride, they finally arrived at their destination—north of Storm's End—a camp with lush greenery, birdsong and flowers.

Ser Jaime looked around the beautiful camp and had to admit that the Golden Rose was indeed... enjoyable.

Everyone passed through the camp, and Jaime followed the Tyrell messenger into the green tent with the largest rose flag hanging.

Inside the tent, Mace Tyrell sat majestically on a high-backed chair, and on both sides were dozens of lords and knights of the Reach wearing gorgeous armor.

With a flick of his snow-white cloak, Ser Jaime straightened his waist and raised his head to pass by everyone, and stopped a dozen steps away from the Duke of Mace.

He took a quick look at Mace Tyrell, who seemed to have gained weight, and put his right hand on his chest, saying: "Thank you for your reception, good day, Duke of Mace."

After a pause, the Duke of Mace said coldly: "Jaime Lannister, what identity are you meeting me in? Are you a Kingsguard or a Lannister?"