Chapter 688 Vilas

Varys' question was straightforward, and Oberyn, who was also standing in the rain, turned his head to look at Viserys.

He doesn't mind wearing the medal of the hand of the king again, but judging from the current rejection of the Dornishmen by the King's Landing Court, it may cause a lot of controversy.

After all, Jon Clinton died in quelling the Dornish rebellion, and then appointed a former Prime Minister to be a Dornish man?

No matter how you look at it, it's a bit unreasonable. The Dornish people seem to have made a rebellion but have not been punished.

And this is not in line with Oberyn's plan for himself. Oberyn's sense of smell is very keen. He perceives danger and knows when to retreat quickly.

Long before he was increasingly criticized, he had made clear his guidelines for keeping a low profile in recent years.

Otherwise, it will attract people's hatred sooner or later, and the re-appointment of the former Prime Minister must belong to the very flamboyant category.

"Now is not the right time to discuss this."

"Let's talk about it later."

However, Viserys' face was calm, and the cold rain was running down his hair. He took a deep breath, then waved his hand and said.

On the other side, Jon Clinton's coffin has been officially put into the pothole after a lot of effort.

Now several soldiers are starting to bury with shovels, and a huge stone tablet on the other side has also been hoisted up, ready to stand on the tomb.

"Please forgive me."

And Varys saw Viserys' attitude, and immediately realized that His Majesty's heart was a little unhappy, and did not dare to ask any more questions.

"His Majesty."

The gray rain curtain did not stop, and the top of his bright head was constantly flowing with rain, and then he bowed slightly and left.

Jon Clinton's funeral and memorial service are held together, although this is somewhat inconsistent with the etiquette, after all, the former Prime Minister is an important position in the middle of the imperial system.

When such a person dies, the bells of St. Baelor's Cathedral will ring for at least a few days, and the monks will continue to light candles and pray day and night until the seven gods have absorbed their souls into the kingdom of heaven.

There is even a grand banquet, rich wine and food, and people raise their glasses together at the banquet to express their condolences to the deceased.

However, all these complicated and cumbersome procedures have been simplified.

Viserys only asked the craftsman to carve a tombstone, and the epitaph on it is the ups and downs of Jon Clinton's life. Then he found a beautiful geomantic place in the military academy, and then buried it directly.

During the period, there were no major ceremonies. It was not as simple as the funeral of a former prime minister, but as an ordinary small noble family.

Because these are what Jon Clinton himself asked for.

He didn't want him to become a prop used by others after his death, and he didn't want other people to stagger with wine glasses at his memorial meeting.

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"About the candidate for the next Prime Minister."

"Jon, what advice do you have?"

And the funeral of the former Prime Minister was over, and Viserys also returned to the Maegor House in the Red Fort.

He was sitting in his study at the moment, and there was no one guarding the door. Robb, who was a servant, looked a little cold from the rain, so he was driven away to rest, and then Viserys asked.

The fact that he can control the soul, he doesn't want to spread it to the outside world, otherwise it may cause some unnecessary trouble, after all, no one in this world wants to die.

And Viserys' consultation with Jon Clinton was actually an unspoken rule that continued from the Targaryen dynasty.

If the previous Prime Minister can retire safely, he can recommend to the king a candidate he approves before leaving.

Of course, this is only a recommendation, and the final decision is still in the hands of the king.

And Jon Clinton pondered for a moment when he heard Viserys' words.

In fact, his occupational disease was committed, and Jon Clinton couldn't be idle after he became a soul. He actually thought about this issue these days.

However, after deliberation, there are only a few suitable candidates in the end.

"Mies Toyne is fine, Your Majesty."

"He's a just and determined warrior, it's just his identity that gets in the way."

As Jon Clinton, who has always abide by honor, gives a high evaluation to his friends, and Mies Toyne is also the best choice.

"Lord Petyr Baelish, Governor of the Valley, is also very capable."

"It's just that his scheming is too deep, and he will do anything to get things done."

Jon Clinton recognized Littlefinger's ability, and Petyr Baelish was definitely a rare talent. Whether it was scheming or collaborating, managing a land was his worst skill.

Jon Clinton, however, was quite contemptuous of Petyr Baelish's behavior.

As the former Prime Minister, he naturally knew the governors of various places, and sometimes the intelligence gathered by the Minister of Intelligence and the Ministry of Internal Affairs also came to him.

Littlefinger can go this far without using his current wife, Lysa. He will do anything to get things done, and all people can be his pawns.

"Edard Stark is also a good candidate, but it's a pity that he put on black."

Then Jon Clinton spoke again.

In fact, it is not difficult to see that when he measures the criteria for selecting people, ability is second, and loyalty and reliability are the first and foremost.

Meath Toyne and Eddard Stark are the kind of people whose ability may not be very outstanding, but they are very honorable, loyal and reliable candidates.

However, at this moment, Jon Clinton suddenly proposed another candidate.

And this person didn't even think of Viserys before, so he couldn't help but turn his head to look at each other slightly.

"Veras of the Tyrell family, don't you know that His Majesty still has an impression of him?"

"Veras once commanded the army of the Reach and almost defeated the Dorne army commanded by Lord Ellenwood, the Guardian of the Bone Road, in Star Shuttle City."

"He's also a suitable candidate."

"He was well-read, well-informed, and hard-working, but he was tireless and dedicated."

Vilas Tyrell is now working in the tax department of the Empire, and his work attitude and ability are absolutely affirmed by everyone.

Although his legs and feet are inconvenient and he often needs to rely on crutches, he runs around tirelessly every day, doing many things himself.

Velas personally went to the port and caravan bosses to explain the new policy, and he was also very capable of retrieving large amounts of taxes for the Empire's coffers.

Jon Clinton had observed Vilas' performance after he came to the capital, so he saw all of these.