Game of Thrones: I'm flying a dragon on your face, how do you respond?

"You want money? Why do you want money again!"

Jon Arryn held his forehead and said, "How many times has the king reached out to the treasury?"

Isn't it true that the several million golden dragons in the Wang family's internal treasury are not enough for him?

One of the internal treasury and the treasury is under the management of the royal family, and the other is under the management of the minister of finance. They are equivalent to one being the personal account of the company boss and the other being the company's settlement account.

Shouldn’t your own consumption be debited from your personal account? Why do you want to collect it from the company account?

National military expenditures, large-scale construction, and national taxes basically come from the national treasury, and expenditures are based on revenue. When major natural disasters require disaster relief, most funds are contributed from the national treasury.

In recent years, wars have been frequent. Faced with the displacement of people, severe damage to infrastructure, and the inability to collect taxes due to the war, the national treasury has been unable to make ends meet!

Now, Your Majesty, are you still reaching for it? !

The royal family's inner treasury is collected from the royal family's properties and royal lords and is used for royal expenses. It can be said that the harvest is guaranteed despite droughts and floods!

"No, absolutely not. Not only is it not possible, His Majesty also has to allocate money from the inner treasury to replenish the national treasury. At the very least, His Majesty's coronation, martial arts tournament and other expenses must be settled with the national treasury..."

"Let's do this. You tell His Majesty the truth and just say that I didn't let you take the money. Go ahead!"

Jon Arryn is old and his energy is a little low. He has been tired enough as prime minister for a long time, and he doesn't even have time to comfort his beloved wife at home.

When Lord Hoster Tully wanted to marry his youngest daughter Lysa to him, he was firmly opposed to it!

But there is no objection! His heir (nephew) Denys Arryn was killed by the then Hand, Lord Jon Connington of Falcon's Nest, at the Battle of the Bell.

The heir is gone, something is going to happen! If you're not careful, the valley will fall into chaos again!

Therefore, he reluctantly obeyed. He and his adopted son Eddard Stark's weddings were held on the same day, and they married two daughters of the Tully family respectively!

She really is a sixteen-year-old bride with sixty-year-old husband, gray hair and red makeup. The mandarin ducks spend the night in pairs under the quilt, and a pear tree overwhelms the begonia!

Thinking about it now makes me feel ashamed, but he did not marry for lust, but to give birth to an heir. Now that Lysa is pregnant, the maester said that it is most likely a boy!

After checking off today, go to Silk Street to buy some jewelry, silk and satin! Let my little wife know that I have romantic feelings!

It's a pity that I was kept here before get off work.

The throne room was brightly lit, a hall befitting his master's character.

When Aerys II was on the throne, the lights were dim and the shadows on the wall were like ghosts with claws and teeth. But now that Robert came to power, it immediately became brighter. Oil lamps filled with whale oil and huge candles as thick as human arms dispersed all the shadows in the tall throne room.

"Oh! My good Lord Prime Minister is here!" Robert opened his sleepy eyes on the Iron Throne, listening to the nigger below, he was so sleepy that he came up.

If it weren't for the fact that this occasion was not suitable for sleeping, he would have slept in total darkness!

"Dear Prime Minister, I am the special envoy of the Sea King of Braavos, one of the keykeepers of the Iron Treasury...Humu Luku Apua" Mr. Little Black Fish bowed in style and said hello.

This is not Dragonstone Island, but the serious Red Castle Hall. Take a look around...

Why? Where are those magnificent tapestries from last time? What about the promised banquet with guests and guests?

This is all... gone? !

Is this how you treat the God of Wealth in Westeros?

My little black fish master...

Bah! Lord Apua came here all the way from Braavos. You first gave me a good beating, then you chased me out like a dog, and then gave me a cold shoulder. Are you bullying me so that I won't get angry? !

No matter what today, I have to let you fools in Westeros know the power of my Iron Bank!

"Dear envoy, you have worked hard to come all the way. You seem to have come too suddenly. We are preparing a grand welcome ceremony for you tonight. What do you think?"

Jon Arryn is an old man. Although he can't figure out why the envoy of Braavos looks... so embarrassed, after taking over the treasury, he still knows that the Iron Bank is the largest creditor of the kingdom.

Nowadays, the creditor comes to the door. Although he looks bruised and swollen, like a black gorilla, it doesn't stop him from being a golden thigh!

"Banquet? I'm a humble person, not as good as your king or prince, so why should we have a banquet like this?"

Little Black Fish dismissed it and finally found something familiar.

"I am sent by His Majesty the Sea King Ferrego Antalion and the Keykeepers of the Iron Bank to demand the debt of the Iron Throne from the owner of the Iron Throne..."

"This..." Jon Arryn's head exploded. Nowadays, there are horse races within the treasury. When thieves come, they have to leave a lot of bitter tears. How can there be money to pay back? !

"My lord, the messenger has been tired from traveling all the way. Why don't you take a rest first and we can discuss it in detail tomorrow?" said the Prime Minister. Let's stabilize him first. I don't know who blindly offended him. It's like drinking wild fire. On!

Or is it because he is old and has seen too few messengers of Braavos? Or maybe this business-like appearance is their original appearance?

Apua didn't refuse. After two days of wandering at sea, he didn't pay much attention to food and drink on the ship. For him, he longed for a big soft bed with a velvet quilt and two cute little toys to accompany him. Got it!

As soon as the messenger left, Jon Arryn immediately complained to Robert that there was no way he could be an old man in this country. You should find another talent!

"Father!" Robert quit immediately. "When I came to the strange Eagle's Nest City alone, you used your warm and vicissitudes of language to enlighten me not to be afraid. After my parents passed away, I suffered injustice outside, and... You said you will be my child from now on! Even if I am really arrogant and childish sometimes, you still pay me living expenses on time!”

"In my heart, you are my biological father!"

"Father! I can't leave you!"

Jon Arryn has adopted two adopted sons in his life, Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon. The former is as hard as a rock and unpleasant.

The latter is eloquent and he likes him deeply. Even though he drinks, gets into fights and goes to nightclubs, and even causes "life" from time to time. Even though he is now taller and weighs more than 260 pounds, in his heart he is still the lively boy who follows him. !

"Hey, but the treasury is really out of money. Now the Iron Bank requires repayment of the debt, so we have to pay it back!" Aylin sighed.

"Let's do this, allocate 1 million gold dragons from the Wang family's inner treasury!" Robert said in pain. The Wang family's inner treasury has long been regarded as a source of wealth for his own pleasure. It is difficult for a rich man to be a man without money!

Even the king's family doesn't have much food left!

"Then what to do with the rest? My officials came to report that the principal and interest of the loans over the years are almost 5 million gold dragons!"

"If it doesn't work, I can only raise new debts to repay the old debts. I heard that Lord Tywin's shit is all gold..." Robert said sadly, hey, if it really doesn't work, I can only wrong myself...

Farewell, my Lyanna!