With Arya gone, leaving only the bond-issuing duo in the room, Egg glanced at Tyrion and asked, "How did you place the paper inventor?"

"Well, it's a little more complicated than you think. It was not one person who tried to make paper, but a family that made a living from weaving, or more precisely, the youngest brother and sister in the family. "My sister noticed that the cloth washer was always producing small pieces of paper-like residue after a long time, so she had the whimsical idea to boil a piece of cloth in water, mash it, and dry it in the water, and make a complete piece of paper." ”

"What a strange woman. Iger said with interest, "And then she and her brother tried to make paper from other materials?"

"Well, although it is made of paper, it is more like hardened cloth than paper, to be honest...... The quality is too bad to wipe the buttocks. In addition, the woven cloth is not enough to make clothes for money to support the family, how can it be used to make a large amount of paper?" Tyrion continued: "The weaving and garment industries have been sluggish recently, and they can barely support themselves, although their families do not object, but they do not have much material resources to support them in their new inventions, so my brother approached a paper merchant to sell his creation, borrow some money to improve the technology, but was refused, and finally ...... We picked it up. ”

It turns out that it is not the working people of the world of ice and fire who do not use their brains, but the invention and creation that are stifled by the short-sighted resource masters!

"You got people back?"

"Well, I told them to stop weaving, and the whole family moved to the city, and I rented them a large yard in a place where the land price was low, and I would pay for all the food, drink, and paper-making expenses, and they just needed to get the paper that could be used as soon as possible. ”

"Well, that's it, that's good. ”

"What the hell is a non-disclosure agreement you are talking about?"

"It's not a magical new thing, it's just an agreement. and him...... She made it clear to her family that we would support his family, reimburse him for all the cost of the experiment, and give him a bonus if the paper he could use was successfully developed. However, after the breakthrough in papermaking, we must not leak or find another funder, but can only serve our plan. Otherwise, the Lannisters, the Night's Watch, and even the Prime Minister will hold them accountable. ”

"That's an exaggeration, but how can I and the Night's Watch hold him accountable? ”

"A civilian, show him the certificate signed and sealed by the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch and the Prime Minister, and you, a celebrity, can't you scare him?" Provide the brother and sister with equipment and utensils first, make a batch of paper as soon as possible and I will take a look, and then make a specific decision. ”

"Okay, listen to you. Tyrion nodded: "Aren't you going back to the hotel today, I think your office is okay for the time being." ”

"There's still a bit of trivial work, you go first, I'll go back later." Don't go to bed too early, we'll have to talk about hiring people in the evening. ”

"Good. ”

"After you say that you will manage the funds, take the money with you. ”

"Hmm. ”

......

Egger took Arya, Tyrion, and their acolytes, and there was only one man left in the Night's Watch office. It was nearly dusk, and he had an important business that had to be carried out after dark. He lacks helpers, but even if there are more subordinates or employees, he is not at ease with letting others do it.

It was still summer, and it was getting dark very slowly, so Iger stayed up and waited for the sky to slowly darken. I had dinner in a small restaurant not far from the garrison's camp, and sat in the office for a while, and it was finally dark outside.

It's almost time.

He left the office, closed and locked the door of the office like a businessman who was slow to close, led his horse over, and began to advance along the way towards the Albatross Inn. Of course, there are no street lights in King's Landing, and this area is not like Silk Street, which can still do "business" after dark, the merchants on both sides have long been closed, and there are almost no pedestrians on the streets.

Then, he quietly reached into his bag, took out a small rolled note and placed it at his side, took a breath, and let go of his hand.

In the quiet of the night, the piece of paper rolled into a stick slipped from the man's palm, rolled along the horse's back, rubbed against the horse's hair a few times, and fell to the ground with a twist, and was kicked by the hind hooves of Egger's crotch mount, and flew out half a meter lightly, rolling to the corner of the stone road. Silently, a carrier of a rumor melts into the darkness, and no one knows its origin.

Without encountering the golden robe of the night patrol, Iger deliberately took a long detour, carefully throwing down a small note every few tens of meters like a bomber dropping a bomb, and so on dozens of times before throwing away all the inventory that he had made last night.

The note was simple, telling a simple, but shocking story in the voice of a young knight of the canyon.

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[My name is Xiufu, and I served as an attendant to the late Prime Minister Jon Arryn for many years, and when someone sees this note, I must be dead.]

A few months ago, I inadvertently broke the adultery between Lord Jon's wife, Lysa Tully, and Chancellor of the Exchequer, Petyr Berish. Madame Lyza threatened me not to tell anyone about this, or I would be killed, and Lord Baelsie promised me that if I did not talk nonsense, I would be given endless glory and wealth.

Under the dual effect of fear and greed, I did not immediately inform my adults of my discovery...... Until he suddenly "fell ill" and died.

It seemed normal for Lord Jon to fall ill as he was old, but when I looked around, I noticed that the men and women saw each other more often around the time of his death. This leads me to suspect that it was most likely Littlefinger who instructed Lysa to poison Master Jon.

I have no proof, and although I was made a knight as Lord Berishy had promised, I was still faintly uneasy in my heart: if the speculation is true, a person like me, even if he has a noble status, is probably still an ant that can be crushed to death in the eyes of a big man with hands and eyes like Little Finger.

So I wrote down what I knew and gave it to a trusted friend, and if I died unexpectedly, it would have been murdered by Littlefinger, and my death was proof that Lord Jon's death was not natural. I am a small man, my hesitation has killed a noble adult, my life is worthless, but the truth must be revealed to the world, and sinners must be punished. 】

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When the matter is done, it is only hoped that it will not rain for the next two days, and that a few of these notes will fall into the hands of literate and well-behaved people.

......

Sir Shugh's death did not cause a stir or investigation because of his humble status, but the mystery of his death was no less puzzling than Bran's assassination - Egger learned through small talk with Jack that his crossing had not caused a change in the fate of the young man in the Vale, and that the new knight had been killed on the spot when he had been pierced in the throat by the latter's spear during a joust with Ser Gregor Cregan a few days before his arrival in King's Landing.

There are a lot of questions: Did someone cheat in the draw that determined the order of the tournament players, and if so, did Gregor receive the order to kill him/her? If so, from whom and for what purpose? Did Sir Shove really know some secrets, or was it just to confuse Eddard?

Even Iger didn't know anything about these questions, but they didn't matter, he wasn't chasing the truth now, but hoping that this note would bring trouble to the enemy.

The story on the note was almost entirely made up except for the cause of Jon's death, but the rumor had an interesting feature: as long as some of it was true, people would subconsciously believe the rest as well. It doesn't matter if Lysa and Littlefinger had cheated on King's Landing, if Xiu really knew some secrets he shouldn't have known, or even if his death was really just a coincidence. As long as Lyza and Littlefinger have known each other since childhood, it is true that Jon Arryn suddenly fell ill and died, and it is also true that Sir Xiu died in a joust...... Then this note is enough for the accused to drink a pot.

Even better, Littlefinger also went around proclaiming that he had taken the virgins of the two Turi sisters, which made the gossip part of the note even more convincing...... I wonder if the young Berish, who used this as a source of braggaking capital and being complacent, will regret his youth and stupidity in the future?

Littlefinger can wreak havoc in King's Landing, and his clever mind is certainly one thing, but the more important and basic point is the "contempt" of most people - born in a down-and-out aristocratic family on the Five Fingers Peninsula, he has no force of his own, and he runs a brothel that decent people despise, and he does not show much ambition...... Although many "big shots" communicate with him on an equal footing, and even rely on his financial management ability, they despise him extremely in their hearts and even subconsciously, which is the most important factor for him to successfully become a-stirring stick and set off a bloody storm in the Seven Kingdoms.

But now, a man who knew him and was going to deal with him had come to King's Landing, and his good days...... It's time for the end.

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