iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 519 Certain Secrets
Green's eyes did not leave the flickering fire. He took a sip of the summer red and said, "Whoever signs the name on it will be the pardon of that person."

He shifted his gaze over: "It is up to you to decide how to use it. This is the power I grant you, Leighton."

Leighton solemnly took the pardon order and said, "Thank you for your support, Your Highness. Please rest assured that I will use it well."

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After Leighton left, Brienne brought in another person who was waiting - Archbishop Auridor.

"May the gods bless you, Regent Green."

"Good day, Archbishop."

Green pointed to the chair in front of the table and said, "Please sit down."

Aolido bowed and slowly sat down. He paused and said respectfully, "Your Highness, I am sorry to have come to you today to thank you again for your guidance and grace on behalf of all the monks and nuns of the Grand Cathedral of Baylor."

Green's lips curved slightly. "Good people deserve to be praised. This is compensation for the difficulties you have experienced. King's Landing is the center of the Seven Kingdoms. The faith of this city cannot be separated from your hard work, Olidor."

Olido's face was full of smiles. He touched his chest and said, "It is my duty."

Greene continued to micro-manage. Under his proposal, although the Great Sept of Baelor would still be under the name of the Church of the Seven, it would be independent of the Church of the Seven and would be mainly responsible for matters related to faith in King's Landing.

Moreover, the Archbishop of the Cathedral of Baelor is elected by their own people and will be supported by the royal family and the Privy Council.

The Great Sept of Baelor will become a kingdom within the kingdom of the Church of the Seven.

Olido's eyes moved slightly, and he asked tentatively: "Your Highness Green, how should I explain the situation here to Archbishop Zari? Please give me your instructions."

After a pause, he added: "I will do as you wish."

Green leaned back in his chair, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke: "This arrangement is to prevent the emergence of a second High Sparrow in the church. The last turmoil in the church was enough to alert people, and the royal family and the Imperial Council do not want to lose trust in the church."

He tapped his fingers on the armrest. “I believe Archbishop Zari will understand your efforts.”

Olido was slightly startled, then lowered his head and said respectfully, "Yes, the church's first priority now is to quickly make up for the trust lost due to the High Sparrow."

Green nodded slightly and turned to the next topic: "The proposal of the Imperial Council has been passed. Public toilets will be built throughout the city. The first phase will be centered on King's Square and 77 will be built. The necessary cleaners will also be hired."

Archbishop Olido showed a puzzled look: "Is this something that requires the church's help?"

"Yes, I hope the church will encourage the people of King's Landing to develop good habits, and the security team will also issue a clear ban on arbitrarily..."

After Archbishop Auridor left, Green took Pycelle and others out of the Red Castle and headed to Gou Lane.

A large mansion there that originally belonged to the Lannisters was transformed into a royal hospital after a few days of renovation. Its first dean was Qyburn.

When Green and his men arrived, Coben was demonstrating to a dozen apprentices how to clean wounds and suture them.

Knowing that the academy excluded Coburn, these apprentices were specially selected for him by Leighton according to Green's orders.

Coben said amiably: "Children, you must remember that cleaning the wound is very important. It will directly affect the life and death of the injured. If you want to clean it thoroughly, you can't do without boiling wine..."

Like a good uncle next door, he picked up a small bottle as his apprentices responded: "If there is a sore on the wound, I found that applying bread mold can have a miraculous effect, but it sometimes works and sometimes doesn't. Later, I found that citrus mold is more effective, but it still can't guarantee a cure. This requires us to do more experiments, good children."

Looking at the apprentices' clear eyes full of curiosity, Green did not disturb them and stayed quietly aside with everyone else.

The demonstration ended soon after, and Coben handed the rest to his assistant physician, then walked over, saluted, and said, "Your Highness the Regent, my Lords, welcome."

Afterwards, Coben acted as a guide for Green, introducing everyone in the courtyard in a gentle voice.

After a rough walk around, Green put his hands behind his back and said, "It seems that what this place lacks most is 'customers'."

Hearing this, Coben smiled gently and nodded in response: "If the number of customers increases, I will need more doctors here."

Green couldn't help but smile, paused, and said, "There are many doctors who call themselves witch doctors in Crab Claw Peninsula (Chapter 11). They have many unique ways of treating injuries and using herbs. I will transfer some people to assist you as soon as possible."

Coben nodded his thanks. Pycelle, who was standing beside him, showed a flash of jealousy on his face. He could not help but say, "Dean Coben, a physician's reputation is very important. You must not disappoint the Regent's trust."

Qyburn's smile did not fade. He stroked his chest and replied, "Grand Maester Pycelle, thank you for your advice. I will definitely keep it in mind. His Royal Highness the Regent has entrusted me with such an important task. I will definitely live up to your expectations and trust."

After getting on the carriage, Pycelle glanced at the Regent sitting opposite him and said, "My Lord, Qyburn once betrayed the Citadel for his own selfish reasons. He cannot be trusted."

Green's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. When Pycelle's face became a little unnatural, he slowly spoke: "Rewarding those who have made contributions is my generosity and kindness. Pycelle, now you are still in the Red Keep, and Qyburn is outside the Red Keep. This is the result."

After a pause, Pycelle gave a flattering smile: "I was worrying too much. You are always wise, my regent." Gurgle.

The carriage was filled with the sound of wheels rolling over cobblestones. Green reached out and picked up two wine bags and handed one over.

Pycelle took the wine bag, pulled out the cork, took a sip of wine, and suddenly said, "Your Highness, I heard some news recently..."

Green's eyes moved over, and he leaned forward slightly, and continued, "Many lords of the Reach have complained publicly many times that the Duke of Highgarden has neglected the safety of the vassals of the Reach for the sake of the position of Prime Minister. They hope that their lords will personally lead the army to recapture the Shield Islands occupied by the Ironborn and rescue those poor captives."

Green's eyebrows raised slightly: "Please continue."

Pycelle nodded, lowering his voice. "I suspect this was deliberately released by the Tyrells. If the lords of the Reach were so concerned about the safety of the Shield Islands, they wouldn't have waited until now to complain."

Green took a sip of wine and nodded his chin. "Yes, I have already told Tyrell that I will help them deal with the Crow's Eye that invaded the Reach. They really don't need to do anything unnecessary."

Upon hearing this, Pycelle's cloudy eyes moved slightly, and his voice lowered: "Your Highness, Prime Minister Tyrell's appetite will become bigger and bigger. You must be careful of them."

"Normally, the position of Prime Minister would be enough to make Tyrell serve the kingdom obediently for a while." Green stared at Pycelle with his brown eyes, and then said, "Why do you think they suddenly acted like this?"

Pycelle couldn't help but stroke his thick white beard, thought for a moment, and guessed: "Is it because the Princess of Dragonstone will enter King's Landing soon?"

Without waiting for Green's response, he immediately shook his head, frowned, and muttered, "Wrong time..."

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Green smiled and said, "Maybe they discovered some secrets about me and her, so that's why they are like this?"

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Strait, Duke of the Eyrie.

On the bow deck, a girl in a blue cloak was gazing at the sparkling sea.

The sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and the commander of the Seagull Town Fleet, Sir Rick Snow, came to her side: "Are you feeling better, Princess?"

The girl slowly lifted her hood, and her dazzling silver hair instantly poured into the sunlight, shining with a cool brilliance: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine now."

Sir Lake did not look away. He took a quick look at the girl's slightly haggard face and said, "You have adapted much faster than I thought."

After saying that, he slightly turned sideways and stood shoulder to shoulder with the silver-haired girl, looking out at the vast ocean together.

"We will need to stay nearby for a few more days. I will arrange for the ship's doctors for you. They will be at your service at any time."

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Crab Bay, Duke of Marigold.

The gentle sea breeze blew slowly, stirring the sea surface and creating layers of tiny ripples.

On the island in the distance stands a towering monastery, and below you can vaguely see low stone walls, layers of terraces and slowly turning windmills.

Daenerys stood on the side deck of the ship, looking out at the strange island, with Maester Ar and Ser Reyna on either side of her.

"Its name is the Isle of Silence, and the people who live there are called Penitents, who seek to atone for their sins in meditation, prayer, and silence, surrendering their souls to faith."

As if he was lost in some distant memory, his eyes were filled with emotion. “I once accompanied the former Chief of the Kleber Clan to that land. What surprised me the most was that their lives were even more prosperous than rumored, far beyond my imagination before I went there.”

Sir Reyna craned her neck and head forward curiously, and asked, "Maester Al, did you go there to repent?"

Scholar Al paused, coughed lightly, and said, "We just happened to be passing by."

Daenerys, who was standing in the middle, had been listening quietly and smiled silently. She had carefully read the history of the Kleb tribe written by Maester Al. When she heard the word "rich", she had almost guessed the real purpose of their visit.

She tilted her head slightly, her violet eyes moving towards Maester Al, the smile on her lips still undiminished: "Did you gain anything?"

Maester Al grinned, revealing his few teeth. "Lord Kleber did not leave empty-handed."

Daenerys couldn't help laughing, and her clear laughter drifted away in the wind.

Seeing that both of them were suddenly laughing, Sir Reina looked confused. She raised her hand and scratched her head curiously. She also wanted to join in.

(End of this chapter)