Cersei·Lannister leaned on the back of the chair, put his hands on the armrests, and said in a cold tone, "Varys, what answer do you want to get from me?"
Cersei's rhetorical question made Varys slightly stunned.
He rolled his eyes at Jon·Arryn, Varys said nothing.
Cersei Queen snorted lightly and raised his smooth chin.
Renly·Baratheon looked at the deflated Varys in a funny way and said, "Your Highness Cersei, it seems that you have a better idea? We are willing to ask you for advice humbly."
Cersei glanced at Renly, rolled his eyes secretly, and said coldly, "Let Lord Mace temporarily serve as Advisor to the Hand, and you can also share some of Hand of the King's responsibilities in advance. You can discuss and decide the rest."
At this time, Renly also noticed something was wrong. Today's Cersei was very different from what he remembered.
Renly's eyes moved and looked at Hand Jon Arryn.
Seeing that Renly finally noticed the problem, Hand Jon Arryn was relieved and clicked his chin unnoticeably.
House Lannister has united with House Tyrell, they are planning to seize power!
Renly suppressed some of his smile and said to Cersei, "Cersei Queen, this is not a good idea. Lord Jon is still the kingdom Hand of the King."
Cersei looked at Renly with contempt in his eyes. "Lord Renly, if Hand of the King can perform his duties normally, is it necessary for your Queen to appear in Small Council?"
Renly opened his mouth, paused, and then answered, "Lord Jon's health is gradually improving."
Cersei responded coldly, "You have admitted it yourself, Lord Arryn's health is worrying!"
Renly spread his hands and forced a smile.
No wonder Robert Brother Wang doesn't want to see Cersei. He looks so domineering and domineering that even I wouldn't like him.
Today's Cersei is not only messy, but also well-founded, making it difficult for them to argue.
Renly also feels like Hand Jon Arryn that Tywin·Lannister is behind what happened today, and that Old Lion was secretly planning all of this.
Seeing that Hand Jon Arryn has health problems, the lion is ready to pounce.
Renly secretly warned himself that Lannister has never given up his ambition to control Red Keep, and he must not take it lightly.
Petyr·Baelish saw Renly speechless, raised the corners of his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Honorable Queen..."
Cersei directly interrupted Petyr who had just spoken, "That's enough! Each of you continued one sentence, are you planning to join forces to deal with you Queen?"
Cersei Why don't you want to see Petyr?
It's not because Petyr is not noble enough. In Cersei's eyes, Petyr is now Hand Jon Arryn's lackey, so he is too lazy to listen to his nonsense!
Petyr's mouth twitched, he shrugged helplessly, and closed his mouth with a bitter expression.
Everyone was helplessly about to stand up and apologize, when Hand Jon Arryn stretched out his hand to stop their actions.
Hand Jon Arryn stared at Cersei Queen who was still angry, and said, "Cersei Queen, Small Council is meant to speak freely and express their opinions, and the imperial minister will not deliberately offend the kingdom's Queen."
Cersei's face became slightly better. "Humph, I dare not be the best!"
When Cersei finished speaking, the corners of Hand Jon Arryn's eyes twitched.
Pycelle glanced at Hand Jon Arryn, who had a slightly dark face, and said, "Your Highness Queen, please rest assured that Lord Jon will definitely take your suggestions seriously."
Hand Jon Arryn saw Cersei Queen staring at him and nodded stiffly.
"My lords, that's all for today. I hope you can move faster so as not to affect the king's pleasure."
After saying that, Cersei stood up from his seat, and everyone also stood up, nodding and saluting Cersei Queen.
Cersei Queen raised his chin slightly, glanced at everyone with his beautiful eyes, nodded and turned around to leave Throne Room.
After Cersei left, everyone sat back in their chairs.
Petyr spread his hands and raised the corners of his lips. "My lords, I never dare to face Lioness's roar again!"
Everyone laughed lowly, and Throne Room's solemn atmosphere suddenly relaxed due to Petyr's half-joking words.
Petyr is sending a subtle signal on behalf of Hand Jon Arryn.
Even if there is no hint from Petyr, everyone knows it well, and it is a tacit political understanding. In the future, Small Council will refuse the intervention of Lannister.
The sudden appearance of Cersei only caught them off guard, leaving Hand Jon Arryn and others temporarily passive, but the key in the power game is not the immediate victory or defeat.
You must have enough patience in Game of Thrones, and the imperial ministers are not lacking in patience.
Game of Thrones This is just the beginning.
Red Keep, Maegor's Holdfast.
Cersei, who put on a tulle slit robe, took a sip of Summer Wine in a happy mood.
The great victory in Small Council made her feel happy. She loved this feeling very much, and this feeling had surpassed the pleasure on the bed.
In the days before Gryn left King's Landing, it was like telling a story with Cersei about various things that might be encountered on Small Council.
Gryn's tongue still tastes sweet, and Cersei also listened with great interest in those days.
The brilliance of Gryn is that he used language skills to make Cersei feel that he understood it on his own and was not taught by Gryn.
I, Cersei, dignified Lannister Lioness, never need others to teach her how to do things!
Judging from today's results, Cersei has won the victory over Small Council.
According to the rules of the power game, today is not the end, Cersei just won a temporary victory.
But will Cersei worry about what happens next? The answer is no.
According to Cersei's perspective, there are only winners and losers in a power struggle. Now that she has won, the imperial minister must obey.
If the loser dares to use tricks, he will declare war on her.
Lioness's roar will make them realize how serious the price of daring to offend her is!
Cersei looked out the window with her beautiful eyes and took another sip of Summer Wine, raising the corners of her lips.
At that time, it was just her whim, and she didn't expect to get a very useful Steward.
Cersei held up the cup and shook it slightly... Is Gryn loyal and reliable?
The more Gryn can embody value, the more Cersei will doubt Gryn's loyalty to her.
Cersei has a very strong desire for control. Although Gryn's performance has always satisfied her, she always feels that it is a little bit behind.
That's it, only Cersei personally goes into battle... confirm and add.
She drank up the rest of the wine in the glass in one gulp, Cersei couldn't hide the pride on her face, and she sighed in her heart... Old Lion's biggest regret is that there is no real heir. I could have been the most ideal heir, but it's a pity that I was born without a baby.
After sighing with emotion, Cersei's eyes flickered.
She has played the role of a dutiful daughter, a blushing and shy bride, and a well-behaved and obedient wife.
She not only endured Robert's drunken groping, but also endured Jaime's lava-like jealousy.
Cersei believes that the one who laughs last will laugh best. She has always promised herself in her heart that she will take the entire Seven Kingdoms as her own compensation.
Now, the day she had been waiting for was approaching, and the person she hated the most was about to turn into ashes.
Narrow Sea, rough waves.
Two pirate ships approached the ship Gryn was on from the left and right sides.
The orders received by the sailors on both sides were to engage in a boarding battle. After the distance was close, they desperately threw thick ropes with iron hooks to the opposite side, and the ropes flew for a while.
Gryn stood steadily on the high ground, waiting for the boarding battle to begin.
Rick·Snow shouted, "Get ready to fight!"
"Yes! Get ready to fight!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Everyone responded one after another and faithfully carried out the captain's orders.
The wind and waves were still very strong, and they would be thrown out if they were not careful. No one tried to use the cable to jump over. They were all waiting silently for the ship to dock.
Touch!!!
The turbulent wind and waves increased the intensity of the collision between the ships, and the people on the ship suddenly swayed, leaned forward and backward.
Many people were thrown directly into the rolling waves and could not be saved.
Touch!!!
Not long after, the ship collided with another pirate ship.
Everyone tightly grasped the cables that could stabilize their bodies.
Rick roared, "Draw the sword!!"
Rick Holding a small buckler in one hand and a dagger in the other, he pushed through the crowd and stood at the front.
The performance of the pirates was not much better, and many people were still secretly cursing whether their captain was crazy.
They couldn't understand the pirate captain's anger at being provoked by his "prey".
Gryn was also a little surprised by the pirate's madness. Just now he thought the ship under his feet was about to fall apart.
Gryn reflects that the micro-control of the ship still needs to be handed over to the captain.
At least today is not a suitable weather for a boarding battle.
The pirates screamed strangely and raised their weapons to kill from both sides. The two sides immediately fell into a bloody battle.
Although the narrow space on the ship made it difficult to take advantage of the numbers, the pirates' attacks from both sides put them at a disadvantage from the beginning.
Gryn drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and began to lock on the target.
Phew!
Every time Gryn shoots an arrow, Martier·Baker on the side can hear the heart-shaking sound of breaking through the air.
Whichever pirate makes the loudest noise is the target of Gryn.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Gryn harvests lives one after another. Every arrow he shoots will accurately take away a pirate.
The strong physical fitness allowed Gryn to shoot all the quivers in a short time.
Gryn stretched out his hand, and Martier, who was full of quivers, immediately handed over a new quiver.
Rick relied on years of experience in maritime combat to steadily wave the dagger in his hand on the constantly shaking deck.
Rick had just killed the third pirate when he attracted the attention of the pirates and they all came towards him.
Rick gripped the small buckler tightly, thinking... This is a completely avoidable battle.
This was a battle he couldn't afford to lose because his lord was on board.
The craziness of these pirates exceeded Rick's expectations. What he regretted most now was that he did not persuade Lord Gryn.
He has always been steady, but today he doesn't know what happened, and his blood suddenly boiled.
Now... it's useless even if I regret it!
The matter has come to this, we can only fight, for the sake of honor, and never admit defeat!
Rick was full of fighting spirit and was about to take the initiative to charge, but stopped.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Before the pirates could get close to Rick, they fell to the deck one by one, and some were even nailed to the poles of the ship by bows and arrows.
Rick's pupils shrank, and he looked back in disbelief at the direction where the bow and arrow came from.
At this time, Gryn took another quiver from Martier.
A bow was drawn and an arrow was drawn, a shooing sound was heard, a sound broke through the air, and Gryn harvesting started again.
Rick couldn't help shouting, "Long live the lord!"
"Long live Mermaid!"
"For Crabb!"
"Long live the Whispers!"
With the support of Gryn's "strafe", the morale of the sailors was high.
Pentos, Magister Illyrio mansion.
Although Magister Illyrio is bloated and fat, he is surprisingly light and elegant when he steps.
Following the footsteps, Illyrio's fat body swayed under the loose fiery red silk clothes.
Viserys·Targaryen, who was leaning on the bench, glanced at Illyrio and said, "My future Master of Coin, Magister Illyrio, is there any good news?"
Viserys already knows that Illyrio is contacting Dothraki Sea's Khalasar tribe.
But the speed of the progress of the matter made him very dissatisfied. Viserys could not wait to lead his troops back to Westeros tomorrow to take back his Iron Throne.
Illyrio seemed not to notice the dissatisfaction on Viserys's face, and said in a respectful tone, "I have met His Majesty, and I hope you will receive Lord of Light's blessing."
Viserys curled his lips and said, "Illyrio, what I need is not blessings, what I need is enough troops to take back Iron Throne."
"My Majesty, I will receive good news soon. In return for the wedding, I will provide 10,000 cavalry."
"Oh?", Viserys sat up straight and asked hurriedly, "How long will it take?"
Illyrio said respectfully, "Your Majesty, Dothraki has their own customs. You need to be patient. For Iron Throne, it is worth it."
Viserys was already smiling, "Of course, I will be patient."
Illyrio nodded and praised, "You are a born king."
Viserys was not very excited for long, but he worriedly asked, "Illyrio, but don't make me wait too long!"
The smile on Illyrio's face froze for a moment, and Viserys, whose eyes were higher than his head, naturally didn't notice it.
"Your Majesty, please believe in my loyalty. I am also very urgent. You only have one princess. I must have a good relationship with Dothraki before I can rest assured."
Viserys suddenly said, "Dany is too thin. Are you sure they like such a small woman?"
"Princess Daenerys has the bloodline of the ancient Valyrian, and she has a distinguished background. She is both the daughter of the old king and the sister of the new king. Now she looks like a royal family under your careful decoration."
Illyrio showed his yellow teeth and continued, "You can definitely exchange her for ten thousand Dothraki croup warriors."
Viserys temporarily put aside his doubts under Illyrio's words.
Illyrio said again, "Then why are you looking for me? I only care about my soldiers and horses now."
"I just received information from King's Landing. Usurper Robert has assigned another person to be responsible for the pursuit of Targaryen."
Viserys stood up suddenly, with panic in his eyes and a trembling voice. "Sooner or later, I will execute these pirates with my own hands!"
Illyrio lowered his head slightly. "Your Majesty, it is absolutely safe here, they are delusional."
Viserys seemed to feel that he had lost his temper. He stroked his hair and said gloomily, "Illyrio, I believe you. I don't want the pursuers to appear in front of me. I want you to throw them all into the sea."
Illyrio kept smiling and said, "My Majesty, if you know who the person in charge is, maybe Usurper's stupidity will make you feel happy."