The translucent turtle slowly slid past in front of him. His leisurely and comfortable appearance seemed to be very enjoyable. Looking at it tightly, Tyrion was inexplicably envious, so he reached out and touched it.

Fingers swept across nothingness.

This is a "don't exist" turtle.

It can ignore any walls and doors, appear directly in front of itself, and then turn into a piece of light and shadow, silently displaying the picture the turtle owner wants to convey.

Tyrion deeply understood this because he was "caught" by this turtle just now - when he was using the toilet.

"It won't record the scene of me peeing, right?" After secretly being nervous about his privacy, after glanced at the lively Black Castle outside the window, Tyrion turned to look at Charles beside him.

"Another batch of materials in Baigang has just arrived. Do you want to go and take a look?" He said, subconsciously using honorific words.

"Forget it, you know everything." The other party replied.

"This time it's not much the same," Tyrion said: "The Earl of Mandalay claimed to have found the Golden Ghost Grass, and I remember you said this specifically."

"Golden Ghost Grass?"

Shir raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

This thing is an item necessary to cast the magic spell called the hallucination curse. Its origin is located outside the continent of Westeros, a place called the Doslak Sea. It is difficult to distinguish and produces very few.

There are a lot of materials sent by northerners, but this special plant has never been seen. Is it now?

Charles was quite curious about the local curse, so he became slightly interested in the thought that he had not cared about. However, after looking down at himself, he sighed again.

"Let them put them in the warehouse first, I'll go and have a look later."

He wanted to go immediately, but he couldn't.

Since entering this time, I have been rushing to travel, reading books, fighting, and trying various local spells. There is not much important thing, but time has passed unknowingly. After practicing this magic item called Phantom Turtle, he has only one or two days left.

It's almost exhausted now.

"Okay." Tyrion shrugged, thought for a while, and said, "The team on Dragon Stone Island has just arrived in Donghaiwang. After a while of rest, it should be rushing here. Maybe there is your old acquaintance in it."

When he said this, he shook his eyes at Charles. "Believe me, Westeros rarely sees such sexy ladies."

Charles glanced at him without responding. He thought to himself that if she really turned into an old woman in a pantyhose, you probably wouldn't have said that.

...

The savages and northerners, although the Great Wall was very strong at this time, if you want to kill White Walkers, you must have the help of dragon crystals, otherwise ordinary weapons would not be able to harm them at all.

Charles wrote a letter to talk about this when he was in Winterfell, but before the other party could reply, he ran to the Great Wall.

However, Arya, who came with the army the day before yesterday, brought the reply from the woman in red robe. Then Charles realized that the mysterious witch was actually preparing to come to the Great Wall in person.

The letter was short, and Charles didn't know whether she was coming or whether she was the one who brought her hero to reincarnate. However, he thought that the bald man would not have time to deal with this matter.

A while ago, a raven flew to the Great Wall, claiming that His Majesty Stannis decided to rebuild the Landing with the assistance of the church, asking the lords of all directions to provide supplies and submit to his so-called true king.

I don’t know how he negotiated with the sparrows. The two groups of people who used to be targeted at Mai Mang have now begun to cooperate.

Charles had no objection to this. Although he saved those people, he didn't want to ask for any reward.

Even after those people formed the sect armed forces, he rarely paid attention to it. Anyway, as long as he believed in the Seven Gods, he could draw strength from it. He did not think he was really wise, so it would be better to be less involved.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered the incident of "preaching", so he asked casually: "Is there anyone who asks for help?"

Since Tyrion surrendered, Charles has gradually handed over all the mundane things to the other party. First, he felt that it was a waste of time to deal with these things, and second, the other party is indeed very capable, and basically he doesn't need to worry about everything.

After hearing his question, Tyrion said without thinking: "Jo Lier, the daughter of the Earl of Sainen City. Sainen is about to give birth, and I hope you can bless her to give birth smoothly."

"Successful delivery?" Charles showed displeasure. "Did he treat me as a midwife?"

"For this, Earl Sain will offer you five boxes of gold, five boxes of jewelry, and of course a private army of 50 people for you to drive."

Upon hearing this, the displeasure on Charles' face disappeared. However, Tyrion had not finished speaking.

"Of course, if you can name that child, then Earl Severn will offer an additional dagger made of Valyrian steel."

"Name?" Charles frowned and said, "You can fool him just by saying I'm not going to get up."

“This involves baptism…”

"I am not free from baptism, I am not free of time. I just have one name, do you want love?"

So the dwarf coughed dryly, nodded quietly, and then said: "Lord Glover of Deep First Fort recently married the widow of the Dustin family, but he felt that both parties were older and might not be able to give birth to children again, so he asked for your blessing."

"Deep First Castle?" Charles naturally thought of the place where the iron people invaded and turned into a pile of dead people by himself, and the countess who died tragically.

So he nodded: "You can try it, but you don't guarantee it."

“And that’s it,”

Tyrion suddenly looked serious when he thought of something, looked at Charles and said in a serious tone: "I know that many people have said bad things about me recently, but I hope you can trust me sir!"

Seeing his serious face, Charles raised his eyebrows and signaled him to continue.

"They said that I rely on your name to do whatever I want, forget my righteousness when I see profit, and make money. These are slander, but there are traces to follow." Tyrion said with contempt: "I certainly will not demand that those poor people who really need help give their wealth for you, but believe me, sir, many nobles are not as cute as you think."

Charles did not respond, and Tyrion said to himself: "Although the illegitimate son of Borton is distorted, his birth belongs to Luce. Borton is very beastly. He hangs a miller and rapes the miller's wife in front of his body. Of course, a good excuse is that he is practicing the right to first night, and the other party gets married without his consent. God knows why the ugly custom that has been abandoned for hundreds of years can be said as an excuse."

"Herman Taoha of Torunfang City is known for his abuse of prisoners. After the prisoner falls into his hands, he will be punished severely by him even if he has a very minor crime. He will basically be either dead or disabled."

"There is also the Amber family in the Last Fireplace City, which also involves the First Night Right. Many people believe that they still retain this barbaric tradition."

As he said that, he sneered: "They laughed at me as Lannister's little devil monkey. I think these people are no different from those barbarians outside the Great Wall, just as barbaric and cold-blooded."

After saying that, he paused for a moment and stared at Charles who had not responded, Tyrion took a deep breath and finally said, "Maybe you would think I was talking bad about them, but what I want to say is, even if these people believe in the Seven Gods, how can they be pious?"

...

After a little silence, Charles nodded at him. "Don't worry, no one can lie to me."

So Tyrion was really relieved, with a relaxed face and a joyful tone.

After reporting a few more words, after making an appointment to go to the warehouse to inspect the materials, Tyrion said goodbye and left.

Shire was a little relieved about this, just like a capitalist facing his hard-working employees.

This man seemed to have really treated Charles' affairs as a "career". He worked diligently, got up early and went to bed late, and worked hard without hesitation. He attached great importance to his boss. At the moment, there was a bad news, so he hurried to explain.

And what he said is indeed not a sensation.

Shire, who has the ability to listen to the prayers of believers, has unknowingly learned many secret things, including the privacy between the lords, and naturally, it also includes the newly surrendered northerners.

All kinds of bureaucracy, cruelty, lustful, chaotic lifestyle, superior, and do not regard civilians as human beings...

It seems that all nobles can find more or less an unbearable problem. The truly perfect one is a rare animal like a giant panda.

Most nobles are so dirty and dark.

Shire clearly saw this, but he just didn't care much about it...

Thinking of it, he also turned around and left the study and returned to his bedroom.

The main reason why he didn't go down to check the casting materials immediately was that he had very little time left in the Song of Ice and Fire.

Now that there is nothing to do in this world for the time being, some problems in the main world should be placed on the main position.
Chapter completed!