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Chapter 58: Intelligence from a 9-Year-Old
"What do you mean?" The Duke frowned.
"He should have followed Varys's advice and infiltrated the ranks of those two Targaryen remnants, preferably to deliver a knife to them when the opportunity arose." The king looked into Eddard's eyes.
He knew how the other person would react to hearing the topic again, but he forced himself to stay put because he was both his friend and the king.
"But Varys told me that his informant is dead, and Jorah has not responded at all. Varys only recently resumed intelligence operations and found out the information." A murderous glint flashed in the king's eyes.
"Sir Jorah, the human trafficker, has accepted Viserys's appointment, been unilaterally pardoned, and become his Kingsguard! I also heard he's been appointed Commander-in-Chief of some damned White Robes!" the king said angrily.
"So what? A sinful knight and a little king, do you think they can swim over to reclaim their kingdom?" Ed didn't understand why his friend was so alarmed.
"He has an army, Ed!" the king suddenly raised his voice, startling even his horse.
But the Duke remained unmoved, simply gazing calmly at the King.
"Varys said that the brat somehow acquired a group of vassals and now controls Pentos. He commands an army of several thousand men and has also inherited Pentos's fleet intact!" The king said, looking at the duke.
"We can muster an army of tens of thousands, and we can assemble a fleet of hundreds of ships at any time. They are no match for us!" the Duke replied.
"Those two bastards will breed sooner or later and produce a little bastard!" the king said again.
"And then, should we send their child a gift as a congratulatory gesture?" the Duke asked dismissively.
"Damn it, I told you I was going to send them a knife, don't you remember the king's order?" the king muttered under his breath.
"And the country is broke! It has no money to send a fleet over there to defeat that brat's lousy army fair and square, and then kill him!" The king said, a strange look flashing across his face.
How could such a large country be short of money?
The Duke didn't say it aloud, nor did he think it was just an excuse. He was simply puzzled. He knew Jon Snow well; Jon was capable of governing a country and would never leave Robert with a mess.
"We must avoid total war," Robert said, his tone softening as he avoided directly addressing the issue.
"Ed, honestly, sending a spy with a knife is something only a coward would do. Ten years ago, Varys made the same suggestion, and I swear I would have smashed his head in!"
Ed didn't immediately refute, but waited for the other party to continue.
"But as Jon said, oh damn it, I brought him up again, we are carrying the weight of a nation on our shoulders. Do you want to see two sides at war and the people suffering?" Robert stared into Eddard's eyes.
"If it's about acting like a villain, I'd rather face war, at least that's what I'm good at. But if you want me to be an assassin prime minister, then Your Majesty should find someone else." Ed's stubbornness was infuriating.
"The seven circles of hell! This is the king's order!" Robert's hatred for the Targaryens would not fade even after decades.
"Your Majesty, we cannot do what the Lannisters did back then and harm innocent women and children. If that is the case, please hire someone more capable."
Ed knew he couldn't defy the king in his anger, but he also wouldn't allow himself to issue such an outrageous order while serving as prime minister.
"All the Targaryens deserve to die! You think I'm a cruel king? Look at the mess those madmen have made! They're worse than lions!" the king roared in fury.
Alas, Ed remained silent, as if expressing his opinion in this way.
After all, the person in front of him was the king, and Ed was no longer as reckless as he had been in his youth. He didn't speak, but stubbornly turned his head away.
If it were ten years ago—no, five years ago—he would have already turned his horse around and returned to the North to be the Duke of Winterfell, to hell with the king, to hell with his despicable and shameless orders.
But he was already thirty years old.
"Fine! You can continue playing the role of a kind and loving duke, who cares! Anyway, I am the king, I am that tyrant who treats human life like dirt!"
In short, I'll issue the order as soon as I get back, regardless of whether you, this damn prime minister, agree or not! Who do you think you are! A rigid idiot from the North!
The king and the prime minister, as if sulking like children, each rode back to their respective ranks.
Blue Star.
The moment [Nine Thousand Years Old] logged off after a tiring day, he immediately sent the information he had gathered to a group of veteran players.
That's right, he just posted it directly. The Ninth Prince didn't even think about making money the first time; he just wanted to make a name for himself.
After all, words alone are not enough to convince people.
The news that the king planned to completely occupy the Godoho region immediately shocked the players in the group.
"Holy crap, really? Today, my brothers and I were discussing whether to go back to the plains to see if there were any remaining bandits left to dig up some scraps. We almost lost our main meal!"
The person who loves pineapple pizza was shocked.
Nine Thousand Years Old: Boss, don't you know what I do? Would I lie to you?
Fengyun Xiongba: [Red envelope for Jiuqiansui] Thank you, brother. I was planning to lead the brothers in the guild to kill the flat ground again in a few days, but now it seems that there is a group dungeon to do soon. I almost wasted my resurrection resources.
Storm Nebula Rift: [A red envelope for the Ninth Prince], I won't say much, I won't ramble on, brother, take it as pocket money.
This information is indeed useful to these big shots. Although there are nearly four thousand players in the game, Kingdom Coins, as an important virtual currency for resurrection, are still in short supply.
Furthermore, the top-ranked guilds are currently researching the possibility of acquiring large amounts of Kingdom Coins to equip their members with intermediate skill scrolls, such as intermediate swordsmanship, making every single Kingdom Coin extremely valuable.
Although the Plains and Velvet Mountains are already under Targaryen control, casualties are inevitable if they go there to raid their territory.
These all require a few big shots to take care of them. After all, if you want ordinary players to listen to you, you have to offer them at least some benefits and money.
This creates a waste, since the big shots in the real world don't lack money, but Kingdom Coins are truly a case of every penny spent is a penny less.
If you don't have enough resurrection coins in the next dungeon and fail to secure enough benefits for your subordinates, you'll really get roasted by them.
Therefore, this information from the Ninth Prince is indeed very important.
Seeing the two red envelopes containing 10,000 and 15,000 yuan respectively, the Ninth Prince's lips slowly began to curl upwards.
I knew I hadn't cut it for nothing!