Game of Thrones: Catastrophe

The pressure, the young man who had just been gentle just now was only cold, and his cold eyes made people think of the moon in the sky, so Petir had to bend his back slightly.

"Your Highness, I don't mean that. The current deficit in the vault..." Pettier lowered his face and spoke carefully to explain to himself.

"I didn't ask you to tell me the amount of the deficit in the vault and the reason for the deficit, but asked you, what's the point of telling me about this? As the Minister of Finance, if you have such a big deficit, don't you explain your reasons?" Anno has been practicing the Star God View of the Heavens for a long time, thinking about the stars and souls, and presided over the construction of the Midsummer Hall. His aura had long been developed. After some words, Petir's heart beat faster and he looked surprised.

Why did it touch me? I'm just the Chancellor of the Exchequer!

Pettier couldn't help but raise his head and showed a surprised expression on his face. What does the deficit of the treasury have to do with him?

Leonor was so angry that he saw Petir's expression that he shouted "Varis".

"Your Highness." The fat man with a dough felt a tightening back of his head and quickly stood forward, like a primary school student named.

"You are the person in charge of intelligence. Do you know our Chancellor of the Exchequer?" Leonor asked the fat man.

"..." Varis' forehead was sweating.

"Huh?" Leonor's voice was heavier.

"What do you want to know about Lord Berrys?" Varis accompanied him to be careful.

"Then tell me how much Golden Dragon is paid to King's Landing in the entire Westeros every year?" Leono asked a question.

Why did you suddenly ask this?

Varis was a little confused, but after thinking about it carefully, he replied:

"It should be between 80,000 golden dragons and 100,000 golden dragons, depending on the harvest in various places."

"Then the operation of King's Landing City and Kingdom rule, I mean the salary of the staff of the Rudu City Garage, as well as the equipment they use, how much does it cost to spend in a year? The king's personal expenses should not be included." Leon Leon Nuo briefly described the accounts he wanted.

"Your Highness..." When Pettier heard Leonor's method of settlement, he immediately became unhealthy, because the current deficit in the national vault was caused by Robert's personal food, drink and fun.

"I didn't ask you. As the Minister of Finance, if the accounts are not settled clearly, don't speak for me." Leonor stopped Petir in one sip, and then asked Varis:

"you say."

"It should be around 20,000 to 30,000 Golden Dragons, Your Highness..." Varis felt the pressure so much that his scalp was numb. He plucked up his courage to explain, but was stopped by the drink.

"So there should be a surplus of at least 50,000 Golden Dragons every year... Now, let me tell me again, how much wealth does our Chancellor have?" Leonor pointed at Petir and suddenly raised a question.

"Don't tell me, you can't answer." Leono blocked Varis's retreat, which was related to the financial deficit and the Minister of Finance. If the Minister of Intelligence cannot get information, what should he do?

Varis raised his head and was completely stunned. He never expected that Leonor was still checking the accounts just now, and now he turned the topic back to Petir. His personal property and the treasury were deficient. So that's it!

Varis suddenly understood, no wonder every time the country's treasury was deficient, Pettier could always find a way to get money.

"Tell me!" Leonor urged Varis to answer.

"There are about 10,000 golden dragons in Lord Berrysh's house." Varis thought about some of the reasons and directly reported a number.

Ten thousand golden dragons, when he heard Varis' answer, Balistan frowned, and Pychil showed some surprised expression. He glanced at Petyr who had regained his calmness, and then buried his face again and pretended to be everything. An attitude that has nothing to do with it.

"Ten thousand golden dragons..." Leonor frowned. The number was too small.

"But he owns a brothel, a salt field, and a boat..." Varis followed again, which attracted Petir's glare.

"Real estate is right! How much is it together?" Leonor was inspired and turned into real estate. No wonder he had so little cash.

"I can't figure it out, it's probably not less than one million golden dragons..." Varis made an estimate, which made both Balistan and Pychel unable to help but widen their eyes.

"Varis... Your Highness, these are my personal legal property and have nothing to do with the deficit of the state's treasury." Pettier glared at the fat eunuch, stopped his words, and at the same time made a statement to Leono.

Looking at Petyr who was anxious and blushing, Varis suddenly remembered and said to Leonor:

"By the way, I remember, Your Highness, Lord Berrysh still has a huge deposit in the iron vault. I have friends who can find it..."

"Shut up..." Pettier's face began to turn from red to white.

"Come." Leonor stood up directly and began to shake people outside.

"Your Highness..." Petir's face turned pale. He wanted to get close to Leonor, but was stopped by Balistan in white robe and white armor.

As a Royal Guard who specializes in guarding his background, how could Balistan let Petir approach Leonor?

With the sound of footsteps, the guards of the Midsummer Hall, wearing armor and sharp swords on their waists, had already stepped into the hall. Following Leonor's instructions, they directly pressed the pale Petir to the ground.

Petir, who was pale, was crushed to the ground in front of him. Varis, in gorgeous clothes, carefully took two steps back, and showed a worried and scared expression on his face.

"Your Highness..." Balistan turned his head and looked at Leonor.

"As the kingdom has such a big deficit, as the Minister of Finance, Petir Berisch could not escape the blame. He cut off his head and inserted his head into the spear tip of the city wall." Leonor put Edsch in the face of the city wall." Tucker's fate was given to Petir Berisch. This little finger who believes in "confusion is the ladder" can be said to be the source of all chaos in a sense and an existence that must be eliminated.

"Your Highness, this is too rough." The trembling Paichel was surprised. How could Game of Thrones play like this?

"I am the Minister of Justice. The King is not here. I will rule on all matters and wait for the king to come back to deal with me if you have any matters. Lord Paichel, you are an old minister who serves and guards the Dragon King of Targaryen. Don't you understand this?" Leonor swept his eyes at Paich. Shiel, his cold eyes began to release the pressure.

"I..." Paichel shrank his head at the first time.

"Execute it!" Leonor directly crossed the Balistan with a confused expression and wanted to speak, and waved directly to the guards.

The soldiers brought from the Midsummer Hall dragged the limp Petir Berisch out without any hesitation...

"Balistan..." Leonor watched Petir being dragged away and suddenly shouted again.

"Yes." The old white-robed knight realized that he called him, and quickly turned around and bowed to the young man.

"You go and search the property of the Berrysh family and be sure to recover the wealth belonging to the state vault. Varis, you send someone to help count it to avoid omissions. Sir, you send someone to be responsible for the statistics. Is there any problem?" Leonor We set out to arrange the collection of the property of the Petir Berisch family.

"No problem." Varis nodded directly.

"I don't have it either." Paichel realized it and hurriedly said that there was no problem, fearing that he would be one step slower.

"So, what other problems do our country have in the next item?" Leono made a one-size-fits-all approach to the national property issue, and at the same time killed Petir on the excuse. He was very satisfied and began to ask other questions.