Outside the tent, the loud shouts and cheers of the revelry soldiers came through the curtains, in stark contrast to the silence inside the tent, and under the gaze of countless nobles, Egger's body began to tremble slightly—he did not expect Robert to be rewarded for meritorious deeds in such a form of "make you wish", so that he was a little unprepared.

Your Majesty, please remove me from my status as a night watchman!

The sentence almost blurted out, but reason pulled Iger to the last hand.

Is this request "outrageous" for Robert? Iger could not judge, but he knew that Robert had the strength to make this decision, and if he declared that Iger was a free man from this day forward, one of the citizens of the Seven Nations, Mormont would never dare to publicly reply half a "no".

As the prime minister of a country, he has the right to refute and return to the king's decrees and decisions, and legally speaking, the king has the right to support illegitimate children, but he is not qualified to pardon the night watchman to take off his black clothes, as has been the case for thousands of years. If Ed insisted on following the rules, Robert wouldn't have been able to do anything at all...... Even if the "king's authority" defeats the "prime minister's uprightness" in the end, he will become a thorn in Ed's side, but as a citizen of the seven countries but offended the prime minister, can he have a good life?

Also, what about the Night's Watch industry? Restored to his own freedom, but there is no reason to handle and manage this embryonic production enterprise and financial empire, at this time, Mormont can send someone to take all this pile of properties in the name of the Night's Watch, and Eddard Stark may even help in it to prevent him from transferring assets!

Moreover, regardless of other people's thoughts and objective conditions, and only from a personal subjective point of view, Iger has also begun to get used to being a night watchman, and has begun to enjoy many of the privileges of being the chief logistics officer dressed in black. Not to mention more, just the article "never need to go to the battlefield" is enough to benefit yourself for a lifetime in this era when human life is as cheap as grass.

[Not subject to the jurisdiction of any force, not looking at anyone's face, not obeying anyone's orders......] How much potential for development these rules has, smart people can see at a glance...... Dressed in black, although he bears an oath, the privileges he enjoys are far from being replaced by a useless "citizenship", and with the existing special status, he is the only person in the Seven Kingdoms who can really "rely on his own ability" to obtain the upward channel and status status.

(Take the initiative to throw away this advantage and start with civilians?)

Iger couldn't imagine how many risks and efforts he would have to go through after giving up his identity as a night watchman to regain his standing among the actual controllers of the Seven Kingdoms around him, talking and laughing with a bunch of knights and counts, and even face to face with the king?

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"What?" Robert was impatient, but compared to his performance at the last combat meeting, this time he was too gentle to treat the heroes who saved his face: "If you don't think about it for a while, then sit on the side for a while, drink some wine and eat some meat, and talk to me when you think about it." ”

"No, Your Majesty, I've thought about it. Egg raised his head, trying his best to suppress his excitement and nervousness: "You said I can do whatever I want, there is no limit to the quantity." ”

"Hmm...... No, but it's too outrageous, don't do it, add a limit, don't violate the law and the night watchman's oath, three. ”

"I only need two things. Iger secretly called for luck, determined to retreat as advance. In fact, he only needs one, but he needs another one to foreshadow and cover: "The first one, the Alchemist's Guild in the center of King's Landing has long been under your orders to keep the wildfire left behind by the previous dynasty, this kind of thing is dangerous in the warm south, but it can be quite stable in the cold and desperate Great Wall. I would like to ask Your Majesty to order that the Alchemists' Guild dispose of the wildfires sealed in King's Landing as soon as possible, leaving only assistants to manage them, and that the masters of wildfire preparation, the Pyromancers, go to the Night's Watch in the north to grant land to make this weapon for the garrison of the Wall. ”

"Write it down!" As long as it doesn't talk about money, Robert breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the attendant next to him, "What about the second one?"

"More than 100,000 savages outside the fortress are ready to move and urgently need support, but the Iron Throne ...... To have one’s hands tied. Egger wanted to talk about financial difficulties, but he was afraid that Robert would not be able to accept such a straightforward revelation of his scars, so he had to change his words, "The Night's Watch understands the difficulties Your Majesty is experiencing, so they have decided to be self-reliant—I have established a logistics department to manage it, and I am trying to raise funds, purchase food and materials, and train new soldiers in King's Landing. ”

Most of the people present were familiar with the Night's Watch industry, even Robert himself had heard bits and pieces of news. After all, every book on the market, including the Little Yellow Booklet, has this row of small letters on the back cover marked with the producer: "Well—let's go on." ”

"But there's one thing that's really unpleasant. The stakes were so high that Egger had to say a lot of nonsense to conceal his true intentions: "All businesses that provide logistical support to the Night's Watch have to pay taxes to the Iron Throne like ordinary merchants - the Iron Throne should have funded the Night's Watch to fight the Strangers, but now it's the other way around, and the money we have earned so hard to earn is actually going back to the Iron Throne, instead of being completely converted into supplies for the Great Wall......"

"All right, the night watchman buys food, grass, and armaments...... Alas...... Forget it, all activities carried out by the night watchmen in the territory of the Seven Kingdoms are exempt from taxes!"

Robert was more upright than he imagined, but as soon as the words came out, amid the uniform soft exclamations and inhalation of cold air from the nobles of the seven surrounding countries, the king, who was not yet drunk and dazed, finally sensed that something was wrong: "Wait...... No names, only real night watchmen who have sworn to see the Great Wall...... Only the activities that you can handle in person can be tax-exempt!"

"Your Majesty!" the Kingsguard had the duty to admonish the king for his absurd behavior, and Barristan was a little anxious, "The rules are for exploiting loopholes, and these restrictions you have imposed have no effect at all - take an oath and go to the Great Wall for two days to gild, and then all the activities carried out by this person will no longer need to be taxed? Within ten years, your Majesty's subjects will all become night watchmen!"

Robert also found that there was something wrong with his words, but he was a man, and as long as he was a man, he would face the dilemma of "dying to save face and suffer the crime" after boasting about Haikou, and he could not take back his words: "That's it! Killer of strange ghosts! Only you, you personally handle the activities, and you don't need to pay taxes!"

"Your Majesty!" the old Imperial Guard laughed, this restriction seemed very strict, but in fact it was still useless, but the end would become- but in ten years, the whole of the Seven Kingdoms would have become the night watchmen under Egg. Complete tax-free privileges should not have appeared in Westeros under the feudal system at all!

"That's enough, don't say it!" Westeros' first grumpy brother had another attack, he paused again, and the wine splashed everywhere: "Ghost Slayer, I am here to warn you in advance, this privilege is for you alone, you are not allowed to assign or let others enjoy it on your behalf! It's too outrageous, I'll take it back!"

Setting a vague bottom line—like the right of final interpretation—is a useful constraint anyway, Barristan sighed, not disobeying the already angry Robert.

"Alright, let's go down. Robert looked a little unhappy, but it was a good day after all, and he drank the rest of the wine in his glass, and the alcohol quickly paralyzed his chest, "Next, Robb—what do you want? Don't be like the guy in front of you!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Egger suppressed his ecstasy and retreated to his seat. Originally, he just wanted to fight for the tax exemption of the factories under the name of the Night's Watch industry, but who knew that the harvest was far more than that--to give himself personal tax-free privileges, with the existence of this thing, as long as Mormont's mind was still clear, he would never have to worry about being overlooked or recalled!

He may not soon become one of the most powerful people in the Seven Kingdoms, but at least he will soon be among the most expensive people in the Seven Kingdoms.

When he returned to his seat, a beautiful girl next to him raised her glass to him—Margaery Tyrellle was a woman who was not in a position to attend the battle meeting, so she did not witness Egger's plan. But this celebration banquet is okay: "The chief logistics officer is really powerful, and the little woman admires it!"

"Rather than tax exemptions, the real winners are those who collect taxes like the Tyrells. Egger couldn't hide his smugness, he knew that as long as he didn't take his privileges too much like the ancient temples of the Celestial Empire, with Robert's temper, even if he regretted it afterwards, he would never swallow back what he said.

The only person in this big tent who did not have a noble background has become the focus of attention of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms at this moment. I don't know how hard it is to make money, compared to Robert, who likes to push things on the Chancellor of the Exchequer, the rest of the family heads and the heads of the families of various countries, N handles, etc...... Anyone who has managed taxes knows what it means to be exempt.

Not yet—but the little Night's Watchman's methods are remarkable.

So many people were so focused on Egg that when Robb Stark walked to the middle of the tent and told Robert what he wanted to reward, few people listened to the young wolf lord.

But this young man from the North, the future Duke Stark, still managed to instantly grab everyone's attention with a single sentence.

The tent was lively again, some people were cheering, some people were suspicious, even Egg squirted out the wine he had just given to Little Rose, he had thought Cersei was the biggest winner in this counterinsurgency war, and he thought he was, but now he realized that there was someone else.

Robb Stark knelt down on one knee to Robert, looked up and took a deep breath and said, "I fell in love with Roselyn Frey, daughter of the Marquis of Walder Frey, at first sight, please marry Your Majesty!"

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