UPDATED Chapter 687: Varys

Varys posed a straightforward question. Oberyn, standing in the rain on the other side, turned to face Varys.

He didn't mind wearing the Hand of the King's badge again. However, given the current King's Landing's aversion to the Dornish, it might stir significant controversy.

After all, Jon Connington had fallen during the suppression of the Dornish rebellion. And now, appointing a Dornish as the Hand of the King?

It seemed unreasonable. It was as if the Dornish had rebelled but faced no consequences.

Moreover, this didn't align with Oberyn's plans. Oberyn had a keen sense of danger and knew when to retreat.

He had decided to keep a low profile in the coming years, long before the increasing criticisms against him.

Now was not the time to discuss this matter.

We'll talk later.

However, Varys remained calm. The cold rain trickled down his hair. He took a deep breath and gestured dismissively.

On the other side, Jon Connington's coffin, after much effort, was finally placed into the grave.

A few soldiers began to shovel dirt over it, while a massive tombstone was being erected to mark the grave.

"I beg your pardon."

Seeing Varys's demeanor, Varys realized the king was displeased and didn't dare to press further.

"Your Grace."

The drizzling rain continued. Rainwater streamed down Varys's bald head. He bowed slightly and took his leave.

Jon Connington's funeral and memorial were held simultaneously. It was somewhat unconventional, especially for a Hand of the King, a prestigious position in the empire.

Such a person's passing would typically be marked by days of bell tolling at the Great Sept of Baelor. Monks would pray continuously, lighting candles until the Seven Gods took the soul to heaven.

A grand feast would also be held, with lavish food and wine, where people would toast in remembrance of the deceased.

However, these elaborate rituals were simplified.

Varys had only ordered a tombstone, inscribed with Jon Connington's tumultuous life. It was then placed in a scenic spot at the military academy and buried without much fanfare.

There was no grand ceremony. The simplicity of the funeral was unlike that of a Hand of the King, more like that of a minor noble family.

This was all at Jon Connington's request.

He didn't want to be used as a tool by others after his death. He didn't want people toasting and mingling at his memorial. He preferred simplicity over wasteful extravagance.

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"As for the next Hand of the King, Jon, any suggestions?"

After the funeral, Varys returned to the Red Keep's Maegor's Holdfast.

He sat in his study, with no guards outside. Robb, his attendant, seemed to have caught a cold from the rain and was sent away to rest. Then Varys spoke.

He didn't want to publicize his ability to control souls. After all, no one wants to die.

When Varys consulted Jon Connington, it was a tradition passed down from the Targaryen dynasty.

The outgoing Hand could recommend a successor to the king.

However, the final decision rested with the king.

Jon Connington pondered for a moment.

He had considered this issue in the past few days.

However, after much thought, only a few suitable candidates came to mind.

"Myles Toyne is a good choice, Your Grace."

"He's a just and resolute warrior, but his identity might be a hindrance."

Jon Connington, always honorable, gave his friend high praise. Myles Toyne seemed to be the best choice.

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

"However, he's too cunning and will do anything to achieve his goals."

Jon Connington acknowledged Littlefinger's abilities. Petyr Baelish was undoubtedly a rare talent, especially in politics and alliances. However, Jon Connington disapproved of his methods.

"Eddard Stark would have been a great choice, but unfortunately, he's taken the black."

Jon Connington continued.

It was clear that he valued loyalty and reliability over sheer ability.

Myles Toyne and Eddard Stark were both honorable and loyal, even if they might not be the most capable.

However, Jon Connington then suggested someone even Varys hadn't considered, making him turn to look at him.

"Do you remember Willas Tyrell, Your Grace?"

"Willas once led the Riverlands' army and almost defeated the 'Bone Road Guardian,' Lord Ellwood of Dorne, at Starfall."

"He's also a suitable choice."

"He's well-read, outstandingly knowledgeable, hardworking, and dedicated."

Willas Tyrell currently worked in the empire's tax department. His work ethic and abilities were universally recognized.

Although he had a limp and often needed a cane, he tirelessly ran around, handling many tasks personally.

Willas personally explained new policies to merchants at the port. His efforts had recovered a significant amount of taxes for the empire's treasury.

Jon Connington had observed Willas's performance since he came to the capital and was impressed.