King of The Wall

2021-01-06

Chapter 189 Solidifying Wildfire and Wills

"Yes, that's it." Things are divided into different types and sold at different prices, which in the eyes of Westeros people seems to be a marketing technique of fantasy story, but for Igor, who was a modern man, it is a little trick that has long been commonplace: "I just provide an idea. , you can also diverge your thinking. The classification is far more than military and civilian, but also has three grades: high, medium and low. Another example is lipstick, you can adjust the color, and you can also separate the color number; soap, according to the proportion of spices. Able to distinguish fragrances... As long as it is not illegal, or it is not illegal to the extent that it arouses the disgust of the Prime Minister and the king at this level, the way to make money - never too despicable"

Nina's eyes flashed strangely Look: "Understood, I will write it down when I go back, and put it into practice as soon as possible!"

With the end of the performance of killing ghouls on stage, the announcement of the launch of obsidian products was completed. The auction is also over... the crowd in the square begins to disperse. Nina continued to discuss the feasibility of various sales methods with Igor... From an emotional point of view, just talking to idols and sweethearts has made her happy, even more how can always be heard from the other party's mouth to raise her posture new ideas?

While chatting with great interest, a plainly dressed man came from not far away, climbed the steps, and greeted excitedly: "Miss Nina, you are here too. , watch them kill ghouls!"

"en." Nina, who was called, turned her head, recognized the speaker, and quickly introduced Igor and the visitor to each other: "My lord, this is the improver of lipsticks and soaps. Blair, I mentioned it to you. Blair, the man in front of you is the manager of the Night's Watch industry, Mr. Igor West, chief logistics officer."

"Lord Igor!" Blair had never seen the legendary Big Boss at all, but that didn't stop him from judging his identity - Nina, who was responsible for checking oneself's inventions and approving grant applications, was already It's a great character, and it must be a higher-level character who can make this kind of strong woman act like an endearing little bird, showing admiration and excitement. After thinking about this, I hurried over to have a chat, and sure enough, "didn't expect to see you here, it's a great honor!"

"Blair, I've heard the name for a long time." Igor's expression lightly pointed towards him, and in front of him was A guy who is good at mashing powder and liquid into solids such as paste or soap, "How are you doing recently? Are you researching new inventions?"

Life is naturally much better than before, if Without the discovery and sponsorship of the Night's Watch industry, I'm afraid he is still a King's Landing citizen who is tinkering with useless things all day long, but Blair knows that the great character in front of him is not interested in how oneself's life is going, so he answers directly The second question: "I'm currently trying to solidify kerosene into something that's better and longer lasting than candle lighting, but safer than liquid kerosene."

"Interesting idea , but I have to remind you that even if your new invention is successful, due to the duplication of functions, it is not necessarily a single performance or safety advantage that can replace candles and liquid kerosene, dominate the market and make big money.” Igor has long been You don't need to act deliberately, you can enter the leadership's perspective anytime and anywhere to give pointers: "Instead of improving and improving, inventing something that is temporarily unavailable in the world or urgently needed by others is the kingly way."

Although I don't understand it very well. , but the great character's speech is different, Blair secretly said in one's heart, staring at Igor nervously: "Sir, for example, can you give me more details?"

I want to be able to Detailed tips, what do you want? Igor thought it was funny, but his mind subconsciously turned after relaxing for a long time. Before he could speak, he actually dived light flashed. Where is oneself standing now? On the steps of the Alchemist guild hall, in the deep cellar under the feet, there are countless Wildfires that are far more deadly and terrifying than kerosene, enough to burn the entire King's Landing.

Wildfire cannot be used in conventional warfare because its security is too low. What if this shortcoming could be overcome?
......

"Okay, don't mess around, I'll give you a mission - use whatever method to raise the wildfire's ignition temperature to a safe level, if possible, Make them into pastes or lumps, etc... a state that is safer and easier to transport." Igor was shocked by oneself's sudden thought, which he should have thought: "Nina, the Alchemist guild left behind at King's Landing, you contact Can you get it?"

"I know where I live, I should be able to find it."

"Send someone to find him, and get Blair a few cans of Wildfire to experiment with. In the industrial park outside the city, pick a remote place and pay attention to safety." Igor patted Blair's shoulder, although the oneself may not be much older than the other party, but the status and power make people mature: "Work hard young man, you will succeed. Come to the office to find me, you will be rewarded."

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After reading the letter sent by Maester, Eddard Stark sat in the chair, rubbed the temples, and stared up Candle flames on the table. While most of it was good news, depression was still filling my chest quickly. He wanted to go to Godswood, kneel under the Heart Tree and pray for the king's injury to get better as soon as possible, but deep down he knew it was futile... Even if the Old Gods really existed, how many dives would there be in this far south of North What about power?

A guard knocked on the door: "My lord, the king wants to summon you."

"Summon me?" Ed repeated doubtfully, not knowing what Robert wanted to do , but decided to obey, he got up from his chair: "Let's go."

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Through the dry but spiked moat and the heavily guarded stand ready to rise On the drawbridge, Ed enters the city within a city, Maegor's Holdfast, the Royal Family residence. Turning left and right, Ed came to the door of the king's bedroom.

Barristan Selmy Ser is here, old Knight has been in deep self-blame since the accident that day when the king was attacked, despite Edd's repeated reassurance that it was a oneself arrangement error and Janos It was Slynt's idiot's fault for wasting time, but that didn't ease old Knight's pain in any way.

He failed to protect Rhaegar, he failed to protect Elis, and now he failed to protect Robert...As the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, he has repeatedly failed to stick to his post and perform his duties well. Nothing can be better than this. Made him miserable. Barristan shook his head palely at Ed, who knew that the situation was not getting better, and his heart was getting heavier.

"Lord Eddard Stark Duke, Hand of the King." The Royal Family Seneschal opened the door and announced loudly.

"Come in." Robert shouted in a muffled voice.

There was a faint stench in the room, faintly discernible even if it was diluted by the scent of fresh bouquets lining the walls. It smells slightly similar to the rotted arm of a ghoul, and people call it Death Aura... It's for this reason that Eddard finally made up his mind to get the ghoul out of the Red Keep, but it turns out that either it's too much. Late, or the king's physical deterioration has nothing to do with it.

Robert's stab wound on his back has almost healed, but for some reason his condition is still getting worse and worse, along with the strange smell coming out of his body, making it more difficult to defecate. Because of his size and weight, every time he went to the toilet, the room felt like a battle... At this moment, young Maester, who replaced Pycelle and healed the king, was at the side, Renly paced restlessly in front of the window, and Margaery Tyrell looked like A virtuous wife usually sits by the bed, but her hair is loose and her face is haggard and dazed.

"Ned, come here." Robert muttered face down: "Everyone else, step back, I'm going to talk to the Prime Minister alone."

"Your Majesty, you Someone needs to be around..." Margaery came back to his senses, said eagerly.

"I want to talk to the Prime Minister alone." After all, Margaery is not Cersei, Robert repeated, although impatiently, but maintained a trace of politeness: "I think a smart girl like you should listen to you. Know Common."

Margaery gave Ed a helpless look, stood up, and walked out of the room with the others.

Ed stood and watched the young and slender back of the Highgarden flower go away, left the room and closed the door, and then heard Robert humming and laughing at himself: "This Little Rose... full of thoughts. To be queen is finally going to come true, but unfortunately...cough cough...my stinky man is disappointing."

"Your Majesty will be fine, we have hired the best doctors and Maesters in the Crownlands I'm here."

"Come on, Ned, I'm feeling oneself, I'm going to die."

"The wound is healing just fine—"

"But it's all rotten inside, I can feel it!" Robert interrupted Ed angrily: "Life is draining from my body, do you think I can't smell it? Margaery that The girl moved in with so many flowers, isn't it because she can't take it anymore?" He gasped for breath after touching the wound, and then continued: "Don't talk nonsense, how is the situation on the battlefield, let's talk about it. ."

"The war on Golden Tooth has already begun. Robb wrote to me and swore to me that it would be taken within three days. As for the Deep Den, due to the geographical advantage, it may not be broken in a short time. It is estimated that it will have to wait for the Stormlands army and Only after the Crownlands army has converged... As for Crakehall's side, the war has already started, but the road is too long, the latest news is two days ago, and it may have been broken now, and the Tyrell family's army is advancing on Lanisport."

"Very good, House Lannister..." Robert wanted to say nothing, but thinking about the temper of oneself, his brother, he could only sighed: "Forget it, let as many people as you want to kill and let go to see Wall. , as you like. Only one thing, Tywin and the cheating couple he gave birth to must die! Also, the seat of the Westerlands guardian should also be changed!"

Is this a will? Ed was upset.

"Stop looking at me like that, yes, it's a will." Robert seemed to see through Ed's thoughts, "If I were you, I'd write it down with pen and paper. Just On the table over there, hurry up."

Ed hesitated for a few seconds, in the heart sighed, brought a pen and paper: "Your Majesty, please give instructions."

" Here's the will of Robert I of House Baratheon, Andals and others -- put all those fucking titles in, you know what they are. I hereby appoint Duke of Winterfell, Hand of the King, House Stark Eddard was Regent and Protector of the Realm...from my death...to rule the state for me until a new king comes to the throne - as to whom Iron Throne should be given, you know, write it down."

Stannis Baratheon. Ed's face was full of sadness, but his subordinates didn't hesitate at all: "What else?"

"Write what you need to write, obey, protect, old and new Gods ... messy rules, you as the Hand of the Wouldn't King know. I'll sign it when I'm done writing it. When I'm dead I'll hand this over to the Conclave."

"Robert," Ed's tone was full of sadness, "don't do this, don't leave me. The country needs you."

"hmph..." Robert shook his head against a strong sense of weakness: "Ned Stark, you...don't lie. The country knows...how I am... A fool, just like Aerys, nobody needs me except the bunch of whore I fucked... Gods forgive me."

"No," Ed shook his head, "Your Majesty , you're not like Aerys, you're so much better than him."

"Maybe a little better than him, at least people would say...the last thing I've done in my life...no Wrong. The country is yours. You'll hate governance more than I do...but you'll do a good job. Finished?"

"Okay, Your Majesty." Ed put the The paper was handed to the king, Robert struggled to prop up his body, freed one hand to sign a random name, and immediately after signing, he threw the pen and lay down: "There needs to be someone to witness the seal."

"Wait a minute. , and a few more things, just listen to you. If the Tyrells help in this battle, give them a seat at the Imperial Council, so they don't wander around without thinking. Don't give the Westerlands land. , Reach is big enough." The king hesitated, and sighed said another thing: "And, no matter who those three children are, let them live. I know this may be for the Seven Kingdoms. Confusion buries hidden dangers...but...forget it, don't explain, this is out of selfishness, I'm not a cold-blooded animal after all. Whatever method you use, hide it or send it to Essos...and...the one called Daenerys' Targaryen girl, stop thinking about killing her, Gods mercy, stop it all."

It's nothing like the usual Robert, but Ed isn't happy at all, if only he'd done it sooner How good is it to be rational and calm?

"I will, friend," Ed said. "I swear by Gods old and new."

"That's good, now, let them in. I will. Try to live a few more days to give you time to mentally prepare, you don't have to come to see me every day, save your energy and do something serious... In addition, let the Tyrell girls stop guarding here, I don't want to cry when I die Outsiders look at this miserable face." The king chuckled up: "Tell Maester to bring me something to numb me, Robert I of the Baratheon family, my last wish is to die in my sleep, and Gods bless me not to die when I die. Incontinence...his, it's ridiculous."

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