What left Iger a little speechless was that he was racking his brains to make little fingers behind his back, but the latter sent someone to deliver a hundred gold dragons "national defense appropriation" the morning after he threw down the rumor note...... This contrast is a bit like being a villain.

Of course, he didn't feel any guilt because of this: even if he didn't mention the personal qualities and deeds of the-stirring stick of Berish, he didn't have any psychological burden on the money: although the hundred gold dragons may come directly from Littlefinger's personal pocket, they will eventually be counted in the treasury arrears by him as a matter of his position, and will be repaid by this term, the next term, the next term, and even the new king after the change of dynasty— Unless the new ruler is strong enough to defend the country in the face of the refusal to repay the Iron Treasury loan and the Lannisters' debts, the hundred gold dragons will ultimately have to be borne by Westeros, especially the low-level "taxpayers" of the royal realm.

The defenders of the Great Wall are fighting against 100,000 wild people and human predators in the north of the North, defending all the humans of Westeros, while the protected ones have even a hundred golden dragons, all of which are passively taken out under the "care" of Eddard Stark, how ironic!

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One hundred gold dragons, delivered directly to the Night's Watch Legion, are only enough to feed all the members for about a month, or without counting the consumption of weapons and without paying the death pension. But in Egger's hands, it was enough to make the newly established Night's Watch Office much more well-funded and gain a foothold as smoothly as possible......

In addition, the 100 gold dragon was not the proceeds of the sale of bonds, but a special grant from the Prime Minister to the Office of the Night Watch, which is both logically and legally owned by the Night Watch. This is a "public money", and in the eyes of the prime minister, Iger is just "making tolerances...... As the head of the Night's Watch office, he could use the money openly without giving it to Tyrion for safekeeping, as agreed, and not using it to pay off his debts.

With this first amount of money that can be used calmly, Iger finally got rid of the days when he only had a handful of silver deer in his pocket and a good meal to eat.

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He had a basic grasp of Westeros' lingua franca and writing, but for a number of reasons—notably for fear of recognizing the handwriting on the rumor's note—he concealed this from everyone, even in front of Tyrion, as if he could hear and speak, but had difficulty reading, especially writing.

In this case, Tyrion personally carried the pen in almost all the places where writing was needed in the Night's Watch office and in the entire fundraising program, except for signatures. Posted the signboard of recruitment, conscription and fundraising written by the little devil to the door, and then taught Arya a little swordsmanship, and was telling the "adventure story", and the customized signboard was finally delivered.

Several workers were busy and worked together to install the wooden plaque above the door, and the night watchman's office finally had a face and a face, and all the organs were ready to open. On the blackened lacquered background, a row of large gold letters "Night Watch Office" glittered in the sunlight – an unexpectedly conspicuous display among the various signboards that were so colorful throughout the street that they rarely used black because of their customs.

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Iger didn't know how the rumors had worked, and he didn't dare to deliberately ask or investigate; the pretended recruitment and material collection had begun, and the first treasure of the bet, the first batch of samples of the paper-making brothers and sisters, had not yet been made, and he couldn't do it himself, so he could only wait for the results; the obsidian mine on Dragonstone Island had already started, and the father and son introduced by Tyrion should be reliable...... Until he could find someone who could manage the office for him, Iger seemed to have to open the door on time every day as if he were at work, waiting for Tyrion to bring in bond buyers, as well as unsolicited donors and volunteers, and wait for the situation to change on its own.

After being as busy as a ghost for a while, Egg began to rejoice that he had agreed to Arya's request to learn the sword. Otherwise, in this sudden vacuum with nothing to do, he really didn't know what to do.

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After opening the door, waiting for Arya to come, spending most of the day together, then closing the door and going back to the inn to sleep, two days after Tyrion pulled in the first real bond buyer, Sir Ryker. The nobleman, who was born in the royal domain, was obviously not interested in the specific information of the bonds, and came here purely to save face for the Lannister family, and after figuring out the interest he could get, he happily bought the minimum limit of one hundred gold dragons, and left with the bonds in his hand.

Tyrion offered the first client three times the rate of return the two had originally discussed, but it wasn't outrageous for a fundraising plan that might have found a way out.

The first buyer was sent away, but Tyrion didn't: "The first batch of samples is out, let Jack look at the store for you...... Uh, the office, go take a look now?"

"Coming out?" Iger suddenly perked up when he heard this: "Let's go! Arya, you ...... with you"

"I'm not going back! Where are you and the little devil going, take me!"

"Hmm......" Egg looked at Tyrion, and seeing that he didn't object, he shrugged his shoulders and compromised: "Yes, let's go." ”

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Born into a ruling family in the North, Arya is a cunning and clever girl, noble and always energetic, she has an unrestrained and self-familiar that ordinary girls don't have. In just a few days, she had already mingled with him under the deliberate inducement of Egger, as if she had known him for many years, and she couldn't shake off the kraft candy.

In fact, Egger didn't bother to put any effort into trapping Arya: to be honest, what this girl liked was neither Celio Friel, the chief swordsman under Aquaman, nor Egger West, the logistics officer of the Night's Watch, but her "sword instructor" and "partner". To put it mildly, with this girl's unpicky nature of not picking and refusing friends, as long as she accompanies her to practice swords, and talks nonsense with her, everyone can become her friend - and herself, with her understanding and a bunch of adventure stories in her belly, has greatly accelerated the speed of establishing friendship between each other.

In addition to conniving and satisfying her demands, Egg did not forget to establish his majesty, and by the way, to please the girl's father: he set the rules for Arya - to learn swordsmanship, she must dress appropriately and behave politely. From the Stark guards, Egger learned that Ed was very satisfied with the changes in his little daughter in the past two days, and accordingly, he acquiesced to Arya running out every day.

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Making paper is no secret to anyone, especially since the Stark family can't be anyone's commercial spies, and even if Arya and her guards tell Eddard what they have seen, it won't hurt them and Tyrion's interests. Without much hesitation, Egg took the girl and the guards who were responsible for taking her to and from school, and set out with Tyrion.

Tyrion's cheap house was in the northwest corner of King's Landing, and after spending dozens of minutes riding around, they arrived at King's Landing's first paper mill that didn't use animal skins.

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