67 Chapter 67

"Huh? They ask for a meeting? Here?"

I pass the letter to Bakir, and he gives it to Ser Willem after reading it.

"And they did not use a haughty word like I thought that they would use. Instead, they are using a humble word." Bakir says while rubbing his chin. "I have a feeling that this is not Robert Baratheon's handwriting."

"Of course not. He is a brute. He only knows how to kill and fuck all day. He will not write something as good as this. This is either his foster father writing for him or the spider." Ser Willem replies, "My money is on the first one."

I nod my head and say,

"That's right. This is Jon Arryn who is pulling the string and by the look of it, they will bring all the Lord from the Seven Kingdoms."

"Usually not all the Great Lord agrees to the call of the Hand but it looks like they agree to come here to get the potion. By the look of it, they are willing to pay a lot of money for it."

I nod my head in agreement.

"Now, the only thing we can do is how to answer it. Should we accept it or should we reject it?"

I look at them, waiting for an answer. Finally, after a few seconds, Bakir breaks the silence.

"I think we should accept it, your highness. Too many innocent people died in Westeros and I think it is time to help them."

"No!" Ser Willem has a different opinion. "We did not want to help them! They are the ones who take away his majesty's birthright! We cannot help them!"

"We will not help them, ser Willem. We will help the smallfolk! Even without our help, they will survive because they will not get out of their castle. They already know that the main cause of the plague is rats and fleas. They will clean their castle and kill all rats and fleas they find. I also hear they also start killing dogs and cats that come to the Red Keep to make sure the Royal Family did not get the plague."

That is a bit overboard but a good prevention attempt. I nod my head and say.

"I agree with Bakir in this one."

"Your highness?! They are the people who kill your family!"

"I know, ser Willem. I know. However, Bakir is also right. Too many people have died in Westeros, people who did not do anything wrong to my family. They are nothing but an innocent small folk."

"... I see. I guess that cannot be helped then. It is your nature to be so caring."

My nature? What is he on about? This is the right thing to do, after all! There are still many noble families who support Targaryen. I want to reach out to them and make a trade agreement between Lunaria and them.

This plan also ensures I get the common folk's good side. There is a saying on Earth that goes, 'Take the good side of the common folk, and you will live comfortably for the rest of your life' or something along that line.

The nobles in Westeros did not have this thinking. They thought that the commoner was nothing but an expendable creature that they could throw away without a care in the world. They are wrong.

With the commoner, a noble will not have a soldier to fight for them. Without a commoner, a noble will not have food on their table. Without a commoner, the noble will not have money to buy the expensive things in their house.

Many nobles forget that they have a mutualistic relationship with the commoner. You protect the commoner, lead them to a brighter future, and in exchange, they will bring food and money to their table.

"However, let me and Bakir handle this. We will make sure the people of Westeros do not forget that it is you who is helping them and not their lord."

"Sure. Go ahead. I will stay here and play with the others. Ah, before we end this meeting. Bakir."

"Yes, your highness?"

I look at Bakir and say,

"Send a letter to Lord Martell and ask if he is coming."

"Of course, your highness."

"Good. If there is something else, I will be in the experiment room."

After saying that, I walk away from the throne room and walk to the experiment room. It's been a while since I had a proper experiment.

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|Jon Arryn - Lord of Ayrie and the Hand of the King|

I look at the massive city in front of me with a frown on my face. There is no information saying that they have grown this big. The entire city is walled with a massive wall that is twice the wall around the King's Landing, and the wall around the palace in the distance is twice as tall as the wall of the Red Keep.

Its wall is almost as tall as the wall of Harrenhal!

"Heh. Impressive, isn't it? I had the same reaction when I first arrived here."

I look at Lord Doran Martell and say,

"So you admit that you have been visiting Lunaria before."

"I never said I have never visited Sol-Luna."

"You also did not say anything."

"Heh."

"Also, Sol-Luna?"

"Aye. That is the name of this city. Sol is the sun and Luna is the moon. Sun and Moon city, that is the meaning of Sol-Luna."

"You are awfully knowledgeable about their culture."

"Heh. Let's just say I have a special relationship with them. Anyway, I need to greet someone."

I see him walk out of the ship. My eyes land on a woman and a child who is rushing at Doran before hugging him tightly.

"That is Lady Mellario" A soft whisper came from my left; it was the Spider. "My little bird lost sight of her in Sunspear. The rumor said that Lord Doran sent her to another place to keep her safe. The rumor says that she is in Norvos, but it looks like she is here all along."

That means they have a deeper relationship than I thought they would. I can use this to our advantage.

"Hmph. This is the so-called Lunaria? It stinks! I hate it."

I wince a little when a woman's voice comes from behind me. The Bitch Lion has gotten out of her cage, and I need to ensure she did not insult the people in Lunaria. Also, stink? If she thinks the smell of fresh fish and other seafood stinks, then what about the smell of shit in King's Landing?

I really need to stop the excess perfume used in Red Keep to let her smell the true smell of King's Landing.

"Varys, make sure she did not insult the people of Lunaria. We did not need another enemy, especially the one who we need a favor from."

"Of course, my lord. I will try my hardest but she is the queen after all."

I shudder a little when I hear him saying that word. Yeah, she is the queen. A queen to another country. Her words mean shit in this part of the world, and I have a feeling she will try to use her words to do whatever she wants.

I hope it does not come to that.