Traveling through Game of Thrones with the LOL system

"Enjoy this cup to your heart's content, James." Tyrion said to James, holding his cup high.

"After His Majesty gets married, maybe you will have a grandson next year."

James is still frowning. He has been in King's Landing for almost a month, and he has not found a chance to meet Cersei. The only few times of tenderness are that James deliberately avoided the servants of the Red Keep and forced Cersei. hand, but Cersei quickly made a fuss, and before the eyes of everyone came, James had no choice but to let go of this entanglement.

Because of his political show, his father let Cersei push Vilas to show off in front of various nobles. Cersei's expression seemed a little happy to James.

Tyrion thought that a more presumptuous joke would bring James out of his depression, but James still clutched his wine glass tightly and hunched his head in suspense.

Tyrion got up and went to James's side, patted James on the shoulder, "Come on, man! Joffrey's wedding will start in a few days, and no one wants to look at an imperial iron man on such a happy day." Wei frowned."

Seeing that James didn't respond at all, Tyrion stopped his movements, and then drank the wine in his glass, "My brother doesn't seem to be in the mood to join in the preparations for His Majesty's wedding, but I, the chancellor of the Exchequer in King's Landing, don't seem to stay out of it possible."

"I'm going to prepare for the reception of nobles from all over the world and the arrangement of the banquet, Podrick." Tyrion shouted.

Podrick opened the door and came out.

"I'm sorry I have to leave! I can only leave you here alone." Tyrion said to James, then turned to look at Podrick, "Get ready for the carriage and we are going to the Red Castle."

After Tyrion said goodbye, he walked out, followed by Podrick and closed the door behind him.

Tyrion got a lot of golden dragons from Tywin and started working in the Red Castle. The servants of the Red Castle decorated the hall according to the ancient rituals. Tyrion sat in the room and looked at the various materials, manpower, expenses, and ingredients. expenditure.

Bronn was slumped on the wicker chair, shaking the red wine glass in his hand, and Podrick was sitting on the side, sipping the red wine.

For the last wedding with Vilas, High Court paid half of the cost, and King’s Landing didn’t spend much. Besides, the battle in Hejian had just been defeated. His Majesty the Second King.Both Highgarden and Dorne even had a lot of nobles come, and in order to win people's hearts, Tywin even spent a golden dragon to book a hotel for the nobles who came from all over the place to stay.

Tywin didn't overdraw Tyrion's more golden dragons, so Tyrion could only look at the reports of various expenses and think about reducing the cost to control it.

Then pick up a quill pen and cross out unnecessary expenditures on the report one after another, and choose a more economical method for expenditures that can be replaced under the same conditions.

"Bron told the chefs in the court that there is no need to serve a whole leg of lamb and half a pig for meat, try to cut into slices and chunks and stuff them with vegetarian food." Tyrion handed a piece of paper to Bronn after he finished drawing a piece of paper He makes a trip.

After Bronn took it and took a look, the input of meat had been cut in half. He thought he could still enjoy the feast, and Bronn stared at Tyrion, who was busy with his head down, with his copper eyes wide open.

Tyrion looked up at Bronn at the table who was still refusing to move.

"I'm talking too much. After all, it's the king's wedding. It's too shabby! I don't want to offend Joffrey and go to the cell with you. It's your blessing to have dragon skulls in the dark cell, not me." Yes." Bronn said not poorly.

"Which banquet in King's Landing is not a waste of food, they don't have that much stomach at all, and drinking can fill them up." Tyrion retorted. "By the way, ask the fleet of Black Water Bay if they have any cheaper wine. It is not necessary to serve Qingting Island's high wine on every table. After drinking a few rounds, you can add some water or change it A little wine."

Bronn spread his hands, then walked slowly to Podrick's side, took the wine glass from Podrick's hand, and Podrick looked at Bronn with a puzzled expression.

"Hardworking young man, the Chancellor of the Exchequer of King's Landing ordered you to send this report to the chef."

Podlerick straightened up and nodded in agreement, then took the report form from Bronn and trotted out.

"Ah!" Bronn let out a long sigh of relief and sat on the rocking chair, then poured another full bottle of wine.

"That's clearly your job!" Tyrion said, listening to the words here.

Holding his wine glass high, Bronn straightened up from the rattan chair, "That kid runs faster, he is better at delivering letters, and I am more suitable to taste good wine here." After saying that, Bronn lay down again He shook himself, humming a little tune.

"The ceremony was obviously held during the day, why are there so many candles lit? Those people are blind!" Tyrion complained loudly, and then heavily crossed out the items on the paper.

Bronn shook it for a while, and Tyrion said again: "Podrick hasn't come back yet, you go to the Great Sept of Baelor and let all the people who are so decorated withdraw. Your Majesty will only marry in the church according to the marriage process." To take a short oath, as long as the dignified nobles are present, there is no need to make the church the same as the Red Castle."

Bronn sighed helplessly, relying on Podrick's thin-skinned reluctance to refuse someone to give him a job, now there is a more troublesome job waiting for him, the royal room can be reached by walking through a few buildings in the Red Keep Well, the church is going to span half of King's Landing, and the sun is still so hot outside, so Bronn got up and walked out.

Tyrion began to scribble and draw on the paper to revise, remove some unnecessary song and dance performances, and then prepare to go to those inns to cut down the contracted fees.

"Lord Tyrion, why are you here?" the tavern owner greeted warmly.

Tyrion looked at the hotel, wiped his fingers on the armrest and counter, and then secretly rubbed the stain under the ring on his fingertips.

Tyrion put his finger in front of the boss, "This is His Majesty's wedding, you are holding the golden dragon from the treasury, that's how you entertain the nobles of other duchies!" Tyrion looked at the tavern owner angrily.

The boss looked terrified, but his heart was full of shock. He had already been wiped off in the morning, and Tyrion had noticed that Tyrion's fingers were clean before he wiped it off.

"My lord! It must be that the guys didn't wipe it seriously in the morning, so I'll let them do it again." The boss said.

"Seriously, I've checked all the inns, and only yours is in this situation. How much did the king pay for your inn?" Tyrion asked.

"Three golden dragons every day, a total of about fifty golden dragons for more than half a month." The shop owner said cautiously.

"Given the living environment of your house, I think one golden dragon is too much. As the chancellor of the King's Landing, I decided to deduct half of the golden dragons. What do you think?" Tyrion said with his hands behind his back.

The shop owner was embarrassed, but when he saw four or five gold robes behind Tyrion with unkind faces, the shop owner could only stiffly nod his head in agreement.