If he didn't choose to take the initiative just now, given the dog System's bad taste, presumably confrontation would have replaced dialogue by now, completely unable to produce any beneficial progress.
Precisely pinching this point, Jon bit the bullet and activated his wolf blood, incidentally disrupting Cersei's rhythm.
Sure enough, after being teased by Jon for a while, the Queen, who had originally put on airs, almost forgot her original intention of summoning Jon.
Fortunately, after Jon's reminder, the battle-hardened Cersei immediately sat up and looked fiercely in his direction.
"Shut up, you untrustworthy little bastard!"
With a roar, Cersei jumped off the velvet quilt, then raised her hand and slapped Jon's cheek.
Looking at the jade hand carrying the wind, and then at the Queen's twisted face, Jon could only sigh silently while raising his hand.
"Sigh~ It seems you are very angry recently. Do you need me to help you calm down first?"
When saying this, Jon had already received a loud slap, but he didn't resist; instead, he took a step forward and pulled the Queen into his arms.
Then, with struggle and friction, the noble and furious Queen slowly quieted down.
"Enough! Let go of me..."
After that, the still-angry Queen questioned Jon about Ned Stark's recent various behaviors.
Including but not limited to visiting everywhere, secretly questioning many attendants of the Tower of the Hand, and checking the records about the death of the Warden of the East in the hands of the Grand Maester.
Combining these considerations, Cersei, who didn't have Jaime by her side, naturally chose Jon first.
Fortunately, this wild wolf also knew everything, and judging from various performances, he didn't seem to pose a further threat.
Not only that, in the Queen's view, Jon was more like Littlefinger wagging his tail and begging for pity in front of her, with the fire of desire for power always flashing in his eyes.
It was just that limited by his status as a bastard, he couldn't get help from his own family.
Combining these, Cersei, with her limited political mind, also reached a conclusion:
That was, this dog thing both craved her body and coveted the power of the Lannisters!
And for her, Cersei, this was an excellent opportunity for countermeasures.
In the eyes of the arrogant Lannisters, having desires and ambitions didn't matter; only bloodline and rights were the keys for them to control their subordinates.
Compared to Gold Dragons, which the Lannisters lacked least, how to control these idiots who were bent on climbing up was the top priority for maintaining power and status.
So in this game of thrones where each took what they needed, the naturally licentious Queen didn't think she was the one losing out.
Anyway, she was the one enjoying it, and those tired were the young bodies.
Once she got tired of playing, she could also bully these loyal dogs for fun; it was simply the most beautiful experience in life.
And this Snow in front of her, besides having great stamina and skills, also very cleverly became the King's squire, making it more convenient for Cersei to investigate Robert's affairs.
So after throwing aside these worries, the most noble lioness of House Lannister also issued the mistress's task to Jon.
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Aside from these complicated matters at hand, the transmigrator didn't forget to send ravens to the families along the Kingsroad, mainly to verify whether Tyrion had received his warning.
He desperately hoped that the Imp could detour far away, or even return directly to Casterly Rock instead of continuing South along the Kingsroad.
As long as Tyrion temporarily avoided Catelyn, this crazy woman, then the war between the Direwolf and the Lion could be delayed, giving him more time to prepare.
As for what to prepare, even the transmigrator himself was a bit confused.
Anyway, after dragging on for a long time, the tourney finally slowly kicked off amidst everyone's expectant gazes.
Up to now, excluding knights like the Hound and Jaime who had duties, a total of more than two hundred knights in Westeros had signed up for this competition, which also made the participants full of expectations for this tourney.
After all, the reward of up to eighty thousand Gold Dragons was a huge sum of money from any angle.
It could even be said that based on the current purchasing power of Westeros, eighty thousand Gold Dragons were enough to equip a light infantry legion of two thousand men.
Even if used to recruit mercenaries, it was enough to make large forces like the Second Sons work for them for several years, which already exceeded the combat power that many counts could mobilize.
This item alone was enough to make Jon's heart beat fast.
Moreover, for the current situation in Westeros, as long as he could get this pot of gold, even if he did nothing, this huge sum could allow him to enjoy a lifetime of peace and worry-free life in the Eastern Continent.
It is no exaggeration to say that even for Winterfell, it would be extremely difficult to take out forty thousand Gold Dragons at once.
Therefore, considering this, Jon naturally wouldn't let go of such a free opportunity.
Fortunately, Robert was generous; he would be a fool not to take advantage.
Even if he could only get second place or become the archery champion in the end, he could still get a reward of twenty thousand Gold Dragons.
Moreover, according to the original plot, Jon had already seized an opportunity.
Since Ser Loras could use that move, presumably he could also imitate it.
However, thinking of this, Jon's brows couldn't help but frown slightly.
Yes, when considering the joust, he seemed to have forgotten the existence of Ser Loras.
But since this guy came to King's Landing, he certainly didn't come just for the Gold Dragons.
In the Secretary to the Hand's view, perhaps the Knight of Flowers accumulating prestige through this competition and then waving the flag for Renly was his ultimate goal.
Thinking of this, the transmigrator couldn't help frowning slightly, recalculated very seriously, and then relaxed his furrowed brows.
For now, Jon's panel stats couldn't satisfy him.
Especially when facing those outstanding knights of Westeros, the transmigrator didn't have the confidence to ensure certain victory, and even according to probability, he was extremely likely to die unnaturally.
Therefore, jousting was naturally thrown aside by Jon. Even if he possessed a lot of strange and useless knowledge, he couldn't withstand the crushing difference in strength.
Of course, if he could luckily win in this competition, then the magic reward he obtained might shorten the gap with the top figures.
Thinking of this, facing a situation where he was determined to win, the transmigrator decisively chose to rush out of the city, heading all the way towards Rosby.
After taking the Bull as his squire, Jon naturally wouldn't let him stay in King's Landing, but sent him out of King's Landing immediately and bought a smithy.
As for the transmigrator's plan, it was naturally to kill two birds with one stone, wanting to squeeze high-quality surplus value from Gendry.
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