Early the next morning, this is also the first day of the tournament.

The urbane Chancellor of the Exchequer, Petyr Berish, invited the current king to take a walk in the royal garden.

He was emaciated, and the collar of his patterned robe was pinned with an elaborate bird-like button, which was the family crest of the Baesi family he had chosen.

At this time, the chancellor, who looked elegant and easy-going, was pointing out the latecomers with a posture of someone who had come over.

Tell Ed that the inconspicuous-looking people they pass by on their walk are actually behind their eyeliner.

The old man who swept the fallen leaves with a plough on the ground was the eyes and ears of the queen.

Not far away, the dirty children playing with toys were the 'little birds' under the command of the kingdom's intelligence director.

And on the benches, the nuns, who seem to be immersed in a pamphlet of the doctrine of the Seven Gods, are the eyeliners of Petyr Berish's own hands.

"So, Lord Stark."

As soon as Petyr stretched out his hand, he re-signaled to Ed the few inconspicuous 'passers-by' they had just passed, one of them counted as one, and they were all guys with superiors.

"The most important thing in doing things and living in King's Landing is to be careful what you say."

And Ed himself, from the first time he came to see Petyr Berishi today, had an expression on his face like a dead rock.

This acting skill is really not good, but thanks to the impression that he usually gives everyone, he is also a model knight with a straight face.

So for a while, Petyr didn't feel wrong.

"That's what you're calling me for?"

Ed suppressed his anger and tried to keep his voice steady.

"No, of course not."

Petyr smiled unexpectedly.

In his heart, Eddard Stark should be in this state of anger but nowhere to vent.

This man who came to King's Landing from the north was so upright and easy to understand that he didn't seem to have any hidden ideas at all.

So at the current imperial conference table, basically everyone sees him thoroughly.

Under Ed's forced gaze, Petyr threw out the two baits he had prepared.

Shuo, a knight of the kingdom who was recently canonized, and a blacksmith shop frequented by the former prime minister during his lifetime - Tob Mott's blacksmith's shop.

After informing the two carefully prepared information, the meeting was completed.

"Thank you for informing, I'm going to take my leave first, I'm going to go to the martial arts conference today."

Ed said with a cold face.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer still has a gentle and elegant smile, which makes people feel good.

"Lord Stark, please be careful on the road."

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"Since you said that you will go back to the venue of the martial arts competition today, then you should go over."

In a vacant room in the Prime Minister's Tower, Lane teaches Arya how to use her two blades, one long and one short.

Nemelia lay in the corner of the room, her tongue sticking out listlessly, panting.

The environment in King's Landing is a bit hot for the Icewolf.

Lan En watched as Arya swung her sword slowly, tilting her head to communicate with the prime minister beside her.

The same goes for Eddard Stark.

Their eyes were watching Arya swing her sword practice, but what was in their mouths and what was in their minds was completely out of this room.

"I'll go over there, but I'd like to hear what you think of the rhetoric."

Lan En glanced slightly to the side from the corner of his eye.

This guy. Did you use me as a staff member?

Whether it's the experience of a college student or the life of a witcher, this kind of role is really Lan's first attempt.

However, he was also confident, relying on the Mentos in his head to analyze reasonably, and the memories of the emperor's sons to enrich his knowledge and experience.

There's nothing he can't do about this kind of thing, even saying. He can do it perfectly as long as he wants.

"There's not much to say over there, I've already cleared his head of the little information yesterday. The other party is relieved to let you contact him, probably because you are sure that you will not ask about the private life of the former prime minister. Or maybe the monk can see the situation and know that you are just a prime minister who has just taken office and has no authority at all, and will not say much to you. ”

"And that blacksmith shop"

Lan En paused at this point, and his expression was 'so coincidental'.

The blacksmith shop that Petyr spoke of was the one where the owner had mastered the art of Valyrian steel recasting.

"Arya, stop. Bring me a pen and paper. ”

The little girl, who was there adjusting to the movement of the dagger in her left hand, nodded, and went out of the room to get a pen and paper.

Lan En took the pen and twisted his wrist slightly, as if he was familiar with a feeling that he had long forgotten.

A few seconds later, under the curious gaze of Ed and Arya, he quickly sketched out the frame of the human form on the paper, and then filled in the details further.

Eventually, less than two minutes later, the appearance of the stout young man he had seen in the blacksmith shop appeared on the paper.

Most of the emperor's sons were proficient in some artistic techniques, which were used as tools to improve their self-cultivation, or as hobbies.

The knowledge of painting is all too common in memory.

Although Lan En has not been able to practice, a character sketch is more than enough.

In a momentary logical discussion between Lann and Mentos, they came to a conclusion.

The former prime minister could not have gone to the blacksmith because of weapons and armor, after all, people are already so old.

It must be to meet someone.

The owner of the blacksmith shop had been in King's Landing for decades, and if there was a problem, it would have been exposed.

Only that kid could have something unknown.

And sure enough, as Lann had expected, Eddard's eyes narrowed when he saw Gendry's sketch.

"It's . Robert's child? Have you seen this man? ”

Truth be told, with Eddard's relationship with the King, he knew exactly how big Robert's bird was.

The young man looked too much like the characteristics of Robert's youth.

A strong body, a stiff facial curve, black hair and black eyes.

Lan En raised an eyebrow.

"He was the apprentice of the blacksmith's shop. You say he's the king's illegitimate son? Looks like it's him who Petyr wants you to see. ”

"But why."

Ed was a little puzzled, he knew his king brother too well.

To put it mildly, that guy is sometimes like a wild dog in heat!

During Robert's War of the Reelers, the war for the throne today, he was at a disadvantage and forced into a city alone.

But with his young appearance, physique and family, he forcibly attracted the women of the whole city to embrace him and hide his traces.

During that time, he had to work hard in the beds of the noblewomen every night.

The enemy did not dare to offend the ladies of the whole city, after all, they were noble and wealthy, and did they put up a banner in support of Robert.

So Robert escaped with his own waist!

Ed didn't know how many bastards the king had, but he expected that there would definitely be a few.

Robert is the kind of man who will make an unswerving vow to the woman he wants, and then forget about it the night he gets to her.

"I don't judge the king's behavior, and I don't care." Lan En said calmly.

"But you should go to the tournament, Prime Minister. Look at the progress of the project, after all, tomorrow is the opening time. ”

"As for the information provided by Lord Berish. Let's put it there for now. After all, you're so busy. ”

Ed looked at Lan in amazement, and then saw the witcher wave his hand unconcernedly.

"The ingrained grown-ups think they see through you, throw two baits and you'll follow. But this time you know everything you should know, you don't run, then. Who should be in a panic? ”

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