At the beginning of the day, the sun poured down to coat King's Landing with a pale silver color, and the snow-capped capital of the Seven Kingdoms was like a fairytale city made of ice crystals, full of magical colors.

Even the foul smell that permeated the air had been dissipated a lot by a snowstorm.

Tyrion Lannister, dressed in a heavy leather jacket, stepped into the council chamber of the Maigar House to attend the first imperial council after the founding of the new dynasty.

To be honest, he himself didn't expect to be invited.

Was Caesar still prepared to continue to appoint him as Chancellor of the Exchequer?

There were already four people in the hall.

Tyrion greeted them with a smile and a secret guess about his possible position as a minister.

First of all, Count Randolph Tully.

As the king's father, this man has always been his most trusted and relied on person, and there is no doubt that he should serve as the new king's hand.

Then there was Count Lucas Dayne.

As the first knight canonized by the king, he was also one of the first people to follow Caesar to fight in the north and south, and made great contributions in the Battle of Dorne.

Next up was the emaciated, slightly hunched back, with a faint smile on his lips all the time, oh no, he didn't have a necklace, he wasn't a bachelor.

Tyrion remembered that he had been stripped of his title of maess by the school for conducting immoral experiments on live subjects, but was later taken in by Caesar and became the de facto maester of his earliest domain, Hawksbill Island.

And now, this man stood in the chamber of the Red Keep with a high sounding sound, apparently as Caesar was preparing to appoint him a scholar.

But will the school city agree?

Tyrion knew that although the Scholars were members of the Council, only the Lords of the School had the power to appoint them.

Even if Caesar is extremely powerful now, if he appoints someone else, the school city should not refute it because of this, but Cobain is a person who has been expelled by the school city......

Tyrion wondered how the school would react if Caesar did appoint Cobain as a scholar.

As for the last man in the hall, it was a young man of old age, Baron Gavin Mande.

Tyrion knew that this man had always served as Caesar's archsteward, and could be said to be his most trusted right-hand man, and it was natural that he would be recruited into the Imperial Council, but it was impossible to say what position he would be assigned to.

He secretly pondered to himself, there were seven important ministers in the Imperial Council, and now the Hand of the King, the Minister of the Sea, and the Scholar were basically clear, and among the remaining four positions, the captain of the Royal Guard was obviously Sir Barristan Selmy.

This old knight is a living legend, and can be regarded as a symbol of royal power, and any king who does not have this white shadow behind him seems to lack sufficient legitimacy.

In this case, the Minister of Finance, the Minister of Justice, and the Director General of Intelligence are not clear for the time being.

As he pondered, Tyrion saw another one walk in the doorway.

Lord of Oldtown, Lord Leighton Hightower.

This is not a surprise, after all, the Hightower family has provided a lot of support in the early days of Caesar's growth, and has been firmly on the right side since then, and now it is a matter of course to earn a seat of honor.

I just don't know which seat it is......

Although the position has not yet been determined, the number of people has been matched.

Now there were six people in the hall, plus Sir Barristan, who did not show up, but was determined to occupy one place, and the seven important ministers of the Imperial Council were full.

Tyrion discovered that none of them were from the Three Northern Realms.

Although Caesar's foundation is in the south, not a single important minister seat is given to the three northern realms, which can indeed explain some problems.

You know, even the Westside has got a seat.

Tyrion's eyes gurgled as if he realized something interesting.

At that moment there was another sound of footsteps at the door, and the king strode in.

He wore a pale blue velvet gown, a double-headed eagle tattooed on his chest, the famous Dawn greatsword behind his back, and a ruby tile steel crown inherited from the conquerors on his head.

Sir Barristan Selmy, dressed in white armor and a white cloak, followed the king closely.

The six people in the hall hurriedly got up to greet them.

"Sit down." Samwell waved his hand and stepped forward to sit down in the main seat.

The people waited for the king to sit down before they took their seats.

Only Sir Barristan did not sit down, but stood quietly behind the King.

Samwell's gaze slowly swept over everyone's faces, and then he took out a parchment roll, smiled slightly, and said:

"I now announce the list of the new members of the Imperial Council."

Everyone was in good spirits, got up one after another, and listened attentively.

"Hand of the King, Earl Randolph Tully, Chief of Intelligence, Baron Gavin Mande, Minister of Law, Earl Leighton Hightower, Chancellor of the Exchequer, Duke Tyrion Lannister, Minister of the Sea, Earl Lucas Dayne, Scholar, Bachelor of Coburn, Captain of the Imperial Guard, Sir Barristan Selmy.

The above is the arrangement of the seven important ministers of the Imperial Council, and I hope that you can fulfill your duties and share my worries in major national affairs. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." The crowd bowed down and saluted.

Samwell waved for everyone to sit down, and continued:

"Winter has arrived, the cold winds from the north have blown, and the ancient horrors are about to be revived, so our priority now is to prepare for the next great war. A great battle for the safety of the entire people of Westeros.

What advice do you have for this? ”

Count Landau was the first to speak:

"Your Majesty, the most elite armies of the Seven Kingdoms, nearly 200,000 people, are currently gathered in King's Landing, ready to march north at any time to support the Great Wall of Desperation. However, to supply such a large army for an expedition north, food was a big problem. ”

"And winter is coming," added the Earl of Layton, "and the south may be better, but the northern farmlands will inevitably be reduced, especially in the north, and if we do not provide food support, I am afraid that there will be a great famine." ”

Count Lucas also spoke:

"There is also the problem of soldiers' winter clothes, if you want to go on an expedition to the Great Wall of Desperation, the winter clothes of these 200,000 troops are not a small number."

"At the end of the day, it's a matter of money and food." Samwell summed up the speeches of several people, and then looked at the Chancellor of the Exchequer, "Tyrion, this is your area of responsibility, what is the solution?" ”

Tyrion chuckled when he heard this, and secretly said that it was not good.

Sure enough, Caesar gave a seat of honor to the Lannisters, not without a price.

Now, the price is coming.

How else can money and food be solved?

Raise taxes.

Tyrion sighed, knowing that the wicked man had to do it himself.

"Your Majesty, I propose to raise taxes for the princes of the South."

(End of chapter)