"What?" Jon couldn't keep up with Edgars pace.
"We, of the Night's Watch, exist to deal with the invasion of wildlings and the threat of white walkers. What do you think is better, to go through so much trouble to barely keep the enemy out, or to directly destroy the enemy?"
Jon's eyes widened, and he immediately understood what the other party meant.
"Imagine that if someone can lead the Black Army to destroy the two major opponents, the living and the dead, in one fell swoop, so that there will be no more threats north of the Wall,
"then is there any need for this ice wall and the army guarding it to exist?"
Edgar stared into the eyes of the bastard and said, "After the death of the Night's Watch, the remaining brothers will declare that 'his watch ends here until his death'.
"This tradition which has continued for thousands of years. Why can't anyone stand up and destroy the enemy once and for all and proudly declare: 'Our watch ends here'? At that time, disband the Black Army, return home with supreme honor, and become a greater hero than Azor Ahai. How wonderful would it be?"
"This..." Jon opened his eyes wide, and his pupils dilated: "How can it be done?"
"White Walkers are the natural enemies of mankind. There is no need to show mercy to them. Kill all who show up. If possible, it is better to extend the actual control range to the Land of Eternal Winter, find their nests or places of origin, and solve the problem from the root." Edgar made a gesture of killing them all.
These ideas that he had been thinking about for a long time may no longer be needed. Today, he wanted to take the opportunity to have a good talk with Jon, the future commander of the Night's Watch: "And the wildlings, in Tyrion's words, are just residents living north of the Wall. They advocate freedom. I admire this romance, but absolute freedom does not exist. Use any means to make the wildlings understand this truth, and then subdue them."
The ranger who was about to leave the Wall was excited and talked a lot. As soon as he opened his mouth, he talked nonstop. The other two people in the room, not only Jon listened carefully, but even Tyrion beside him did not interrupt.
The dwarf found that his adventurer friend from "middle kingdom" always spoke shockingly every time he opened his mouth. It was really worth it to spend a little money to get him out. Although it is not so easy to do, just being able to think of it and propose it is not simple.
"The Night's Watch does not produce anything, but has to maintain a huge building like the Great Wall that is almost useless in normal times. How much manpower and material resources are wasted to feed thousands of black-clad men who are off work?"
Edgar continued to persuade him: "Completely solving the problem of white walkers and wildlings will not only free up hundreds of thousands of people from the Night's Watch, but also increase the population of the sparsely populated North by tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of residents at one time. How will this change the North's ranking in the Seven Kingdoms?"
Jon grew up in the Stark family, the ruler, and naturally knew that the North was in an awkward situation of being better than the top and worse than the bottom in the Seven Kingdoms. If what Edgar said became a reality... his position in his father's heart would be improved anyway. By then, maybe lady Stark's attitude towards him would also improve a little?
...
"But it's absolutely impossible to do all these as a simple watchman!" Edgar said with a serious expression.
The suddenly raised voice pulled Jon back to reality from his beautiful imagination: "You must first find a way to climb to a position with enough influence in the Night's Watch. Commander is naturally the best... and the Legion adopts an election system. If you always look childish and complacent about defeating a few untrained wildlings and recruits, then you will never have friends, brothers or even confidants, and you will never be able to gain a foothold in the Blackshirt Legion."
"I... never thought about becoming the commander-in-chief."
"Really?" Edgar relaxed his tone: "A soldier who doesn't want to be a commander is not a good soldier. From a personal point of view, you are the Guardian of the North and the son of Duke Stark. You should not be complacent. From a righteous point of view, only by standing in a high position and mastering enough resources can you change the world and make it a better place. This is not an excessive desire for power, but power should be in the hands of those who have the willingness, ideas, and ability to make the world a better place, so that it can play a positive role!"
Jon did not speak for a long time, the last sentence sounded deafening in his ears, and Tyrion Lannister seemed to remember something, smiled to himself, and did not speak either.
"If you are determined to leave before taking the oath even if you are ridiculed as a bastard and a coward, we can leave together in two days; or if you are willing to be a soldier of the Night's Watch for the rest of your life, then just pretend I never said anything. Otherwise, think about what I said while you lie in bed."
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"You are really good at painting cakes for people," Tyrion said with a grin, walking out of the armory side by side: "I see the kid's eyes are shining, and he is obviously very excited - a greater hero than Azor Ahai!"
"I hope he can succeed. Think about it, I am diligently collecting supplies for the legion in King's Landing or somewhere else, thinking that such boring and hard days will continue until the end of my life, but suddenly one day, puff -" Edgar made a gesture of a bubble bursting: "The Night's Watch suddenly completed its mission and disbanded, and I was free... How wonderful and magical! Although it is a fantasy, you still have to have a dream."
"Hahaha." Rather than keeping to statue's , Tyrion prefers to jest with others, and especially likes to joke back and forth with interesting people. Friends should be able to make each other laugh, right? Unfortunately, most people either fear his status and power or despise and hate him, and very few people can satisfy his desire. He really likes Edgar: "Hey, sometimes I can't help but wonder, am I also induced by your superb pie-in-the-sky skills when I took the initiative to propose and even give you advice and help you leave the Wall?"
"If I say yes, will you kill me?"
"Of course not, I will bring you to my father and let you tell him that there are so many advantages to choosing a dwarf as an heir, and see if you can fool him into passing Casterly Rock to me."
"This is a bit difficult, but based on my understanding of the customs and laws of Westeros, you should indeed be the legal heir to Casterly Rock."
"Forget it, he will pass Casterly Rock to my sister but not to me."
"Why don't you find a way to take it yourself?"
"My father wouldn't ever stand for such a think, not to mention this isn't the iron throne." The topic suddenly became serious, and Tyrion made a face: "You can say such treasonous words, but don't let others hear them."
"Well, let's not talk about this treasonous topic. Tell me about your conversation with the commander-in-chief. Apart from the fact that Benjamin, the 'poor' noble from the north, made things difficult for you, did you encounter any other troubles?"
"Trouble? I'm the queen's brother. Only that young man from the Stark family, your boss, dares to give me a hard time." Tyrion wrapped his clothes tightly and shrank his body. "When I said I wanted to provide assistance, your commander immediately smiled brighter than the most hospitable prostitute in King's Landing. But when he heard that I had other conditions, he quickly frowned. He didn't dare to refuse me directly, so he pulled out Stark and your maester... hehe."
"What did these two people say?"
"Maester Aemon is a reasonable man. It took me some time to convince him, but it was not difficult." Speaking of the blind maester, Tyrion's tone was respectful: "But Benjemin... He doesn't like me, or to be more precise, maybe all the Lannisters... But he has no grudge against you who comes from the other side of the Sunset Sea, and he will not be against a supply of materials that can greatly strengthen the defense of the Wall." Tyrion pursed his lips: "After a friendly 'discussion' on the issue of the amount of supplies to be provided, it was decided - I have always believed that everyone in the world can be regarded as a commodity. Edgar, you should be thankful that your price is not too expensive."
Edgar showed a sad expression: "Should I be happy that I am worthless?"
"This is really a happy trouble." Tyrion laughed again: "Do you know my brother's most famous nickname?"
"Everyone knows it, 'The Kingslayer'."
"You answered very quickly, but I have to admit that at least no one wrongly accused him of killing the Mad King." Tyrion put away his smile and let out a long sigh: "After the War of the Usurper, Eddard Stark insisted on letting Jaime wear black. At that time, the Baratheon, Stark, Tully and Arryn families formed an alliance, the Targaryen had been eliminated, and the strongest royalist force, the Highgarden Tyrells, had also been defeated. Because the Mountain under my father's command killed Princess Elia, the remaining Martell family wished that all the Lannisters would die. Think about it, if our good king had nodded and agreed to send my brother to be a Night's Watch, what would the Lannisters do?"
"There is no way your family could deal with the other four families that had just won a great victory. Even the arrogant Lord Tywin would probably be forced to bow his head and send his son to the Wall."
"Yes, fortunately our good king did not agree. If someone wanted to take Jaime Lannister from the night watchman , I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to pay the ransom even if we sold Casterly Rock. Sometimes it's not a good thing for people to be too valuable, so I suggest you be happy that you are worthless first." Tyrion showed a somewhat strange smile, "Why do I say first? Because... after you hear the next news, you may not be happy."