The shrewd Petyr felt that both he and Gryn had underestimated Lord Stannis's combat effectiveness.
Lord Jon At this time, his eyes were closed weakly and his breathing was very weak.
If Gryn is here, maybe he would be more happy that Lord Jon died of illness directly due to stimulation.
But the result Petyr wants is for Lord Jon to continue to lie in bed so that he can continue to usurp Hand of the King's power. It does not mean that he should die on the spot.
Petyr stood up, the usual elegant smile on his face had long since disappeared, his eyes were fixed on Lord Stannis, and he said in a deep voice, "Lord Stannis, you also saw it, I think today's conversation can be over."
Lord Stannis snorted coldly and said, "Petyr, do you think there is something wrong with what I said?"
Petyr shook his head slightly. "Lord Stannis, I'm just a Master of Coin, I don't make any judgments."
Petyr doesn't want to talk about right and wrong with Lord Stannis. He just wants to send the person away immediately. Lord Jon needs a rest very much.
Stannis stood up from the chair. Perhaps because of his tall stature, Petyr, who was of medium build, felt the pressure.
Lord Stannis said coldly, "The kingdom is actually controlled by you mediocre people!"
Lord Stannis's eyes moved to Lord Jon, who was leaning weakly on the back of the chair, with cold eyes. "Weakness should not be an excuse to ignore the law! If you can't listen to my words, then think more about the kingdom."
After Lord Stannis finished speaking, he glanced at Petyr with cold eyes, said nothing, saluted to Lord Jon, turned around neatly and left Hand's Study directly.
After Tower of the Hand, Lord Stannis stood still and looked sharply in the direction of Throne Room.
Lord Stannis Thinking of Robert the royal minister whom the king relied on, I felt a sense of powerlessness in my heart, but this feeling of weakness only passed away momentarily.
At least he is still there, Stannis is still there!
Lord Stannis took steps again, his steps were firm, his heart was iron, he was an unshakable person!
Not long after Stannis left, Lord Jon opened his eyes.
Lord Jon seems to be back to normal on the surface, but Petyr, who knows Lord Jon, can tell at a glance that Lord Jon is strong on the outside but dry on the inside.
Petyr raised the corners of his lips in a subtle way. It seemed that Lord Stannis stimulated Lord Jon quite a bit. This level was just right.
Lord Jon sighed deeply, with fatigue in his voice. "Stannis, his temper is still the same, smelly and tough."
Petyr asked with a worried look, "Your Majesty, your body?"
Lord Jon took a breath and looked tired. "It seems that my government affairs have to be moved back to the bedroom again."
Petyr's body was about to move. "I'll go and invite Grand Maester Pycelle..."
Lord Jon waved his hand feebly, stopping Petyr who had changed his usual composure and looked anxious.
"When there are fewer people at night, please call Pycelle over."
After hesitating for a moment, Petyr nodded silently in agreement.
"Petyr, don't care about Stannis's words, he..."
Lord Jon thought for a while and then said, "Although he is smelly, hard, and easy to hate, he is hard to hate."
Lord Jon sighed again, "He is too paranoid about the law, and his subordinates are miserable."
After a pause, Lord Jon said to Petyr, "Many people think that King Robert favors his younger brother, so they consecrated Storm's End to Renly, but Stannis, who has made great contributions to the opposition..."
"There is a reason for this. If Stormlands is handed over to Stannis, with his harshness, Baratheon's vassals will soon be in chaos. At that time, the kingdom is in urgent need of stability."
"According to King Robert, throwing the bad-tempered Stannis into Dragonstone is the best choice. Surrounded by the sea, let him toss around as he pleases."
"It's a pity that with King Robert's temper, he didn't take it to heart to appease Stannis later. The Baratheon brothers almost turned against each other."
"Petyr, I tell you this because I hope your eyes can see something deeper."
Petyr stroked his chest, nodded, and said respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty the Duke, I will bear in mind your teachings."
Kingswood, a Gold Cloaks officer named Steffan had an accident.
In a corner of the camp, Gryn glanced at the bloody corpse of Gold Cloaks and frowned slightly.
The first thing Gryn did when he looked back was to issue a hush order.
Although the death of Gold Cloaks Steffan was an accident, it was a dead person after all, and if it was allowed to spread, it would easily make people panic.
"Did he get drunk and go deep into the jungle by himself?"
A Gold Cloaks answered Gryn's question, "Yes, sir! Steffan is very strong and has excellent swordsmanship. Although he drank too much, we didn't take him to leave the camp seriously."
"Yes, he has always had a good drinking capacity. He used to sober up after going out for a walk."
"Yeah, we didn't expect that he would go into the depths of the forest alone."
Gryn's eyes moved and he asked, "How did you discover it? Were you still alive when you found it?"
A Red Cloaks from Lannister answered loudly, "Sir Gryn, it was discovered by our team. According to your order, we are responsible for the security patrol in that area."
Gryn nodded slightly. "You did a good job. Tell me what happened at that time?"
"We rushed over immediately after hearing the noise, but when we arrived, Steffan was already dead. There was blood all over the ground. He was almost deformed after being hit by a wild boar."
Gryn nodded and turned his attention to the body on the ground again.
Gryn had a few simple contacts with Steffan. In his impression, Steffan looked really tall and strong.
By this time, Gryn had confirmed that the drunk Steffan was attacked and killed by a wild boar.
Gryn shook his head slightly and said to himself that it was a pity. Steffan was not very young yet and was already a middle-level officer. His future in the garrison should be good.
You must not enter the forest when you are drunk, even if you are...
In Gryn's mind, the name of King Robert suddenly flashed across his mind.
"Queen Your Highness!"
"Queen Your Highness!"
"Queen Your Highness!"
Hearing the movement in the distance, Gryn stopped thinking.
Cersei Queen, escorted by Jaime, is walking in the direction of Gryn.
Tsk, these two are out for a picnic again!
Everyone saluted, and Gryn stepped forward to report the death of Steffan to Cersei Queen.
"Leave the rest of the matter to the garrison and let them handle it themselves."
Cersei Queen glanced sideways at Gryn and asked, "Steffan is very strong?"
Gryn's heart moved. "I have been in contact with him, Steffan is as strong as a cow."
Cersei Queen stared at the bloody "Steffan". His beautiful eyes were a little brighter than usual, but his face had no abnormal color.