Gryn·Crabb was not unyielding to Loras·Tyrell.
Gryn silently raised his right arm, palm facing upward, as if he was feeling something.
He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, sighed softly, and said with regret, "I thought King's Landing was filled with sadness... it was crying..."
The crowd fell silent.
At this moment, looking at this scene, everyone who had been laughing and joking just now suddenly felt complicated.
Some people are ashamed, some are embarrassed, some people are disapproving... all kinds of things.
Renly looked heavy, and the anger in his blue eyes could hardly be concealed.
Renly Ever since he was young, no matter where he went, people around him would praise him one after another, like stars holding the moon.
Renly felt a little unbelievable in his heart that a little noble would actually want to embarrass him in front of everyone.
Renly's eyes moved slightly and glanced at Jaime who was standing next to Gryn.
Is it Lannister's conspiracy?
He didn't have a good impression of Lannister, and Gryn's behavior was so unbelievable that Renly couldn't help but think too much.
Renly stared at Gryn, his eyes arrogant and warning.
Renly's gaze was too intense, Gryn moved his gaze to Renly.
A look of contempt flashed across Gryn's face that Renly could just catch.
Gryn spoke in a gentle tone, "Master Renly, does the death of the old Duke make you sad?"
Gryn's flash of contempt for him just now made Renly furious.
The native language of Baratheon is Ours Is the Fury.
The keen Gryn stuck Renly on the edge of "Ours Is the Fury".
Renly felt that everyone was watching him, and he nodded his chin stiffly.
Renly is not the time traveler Gryn. He is only in his early 20s and has not yet reached the stage of mental maturity. Moreover, the person he faces is... Gryn who has no sense of bloodline.
With Lord Renly's status, he can ignore Gryn's problem.
But he is now Hand of the King's candidate. If he doesn't give a positive response today, I don't know what kind of rumors will spread tomorrow.
Gryn respected the rules of the game and first nodded and thanked Lord Renly.
Gryn raised the corners of his lips, and there was a look of a successful conspiracy on his face.
Renly's eyes trembled slightly: I guessed it right, it was indeed Lannister's conspiracy!
"Then...", Gryn said slowly.
The handsome man Loras suddenly stood in front of Renly and faced Gryn.
Loras shouted coldly, "I said, don't offend Lord Renly!"
Gryn raised his eyebrows and looked at Loras whose face looked like a layer of frost.
"Sir Tyrell, are you trying to slander me out of thin air again?"
Loras's golden eyes seemed to be spitting out fire. His hand tightened the handle of the sword at his waist. "I will not engage in verbal disputes!! The Gods will be fair, and my sword is proof of that."
Gryn glanced at Jaime beside him in a funny way and said, "Sir, he doesn't want to challenge me, does he?"
Jaime shrugged. "Obviously."
Gryn's contempt made Loras furious, as if he was about to burst into violent rage.
The smile on Gryn's face dissipated instantly, and his eyes revealed a cold look. "Everyone present can witness this."
Gryn's momentum suddenly changed, and Loras felt as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.
Loras got rid of this ridiculous idea, he had absolute confidence in his sword skills.
The surrounding crowd moved back, leaving room for the two to fight.
He wanted to give the guy in front of him a lesson for daring to offend Renly! With a bang, Loras pulled out his sword.
Loras pulled out his long sword, and his whole figure looked like a sharp sword, and everyone onlookers couldn't help but marvel.
Then... he fell down, and Loras fainted directly under a heavy blow from Gryn.
Knight of Flowers is so good-looking, and the kind-hearted Gryn did not harm his handsome face.
The change on the field came so suddenly that everyone had no time to react and froze there.
Renly didn't care about anything else and hurriedly ran over to check the status of Loras.
Renly lowered his body and reached out to hug Loras.
Loras closed his eyes tightly, looking a little embarrassed, but still extremely handsome.
At this time, Loras looks very similar to his sister Margaery.
Renly's eyes were sharp, and his gaze slowly swept over Gryn and Jaime.
Jaime raised his chin, his eyes were sharp, and the golden Lion was never afraid of Crowned Stag!
Gryn Right Hand is holding the hilt of the sword, and the long sword is standing by his side, looking careless.
Gryn felt the hateful looks from the noble ladies in the crowd, which actually gave him the illusion that he was some kind of villain.
Gryn sighed secretly, they are all beautiful men, why should they be treated differently?
Gryn, who had just defeated the girl, set his sights on Renly's other guards.
"Is there anyone else who wants to try to slander someone out of thin air?"
The guards of Renly glared at Gryn.
Renly handed Loras to the attendants, stood up and raised his hands to stop the guards who were about to draw their swords.
Renly walked over, glanced at Gryn first, and then said to Jaime, "Sir Lannister, I will remember your greetings!"
Jaime raised the corners of his lips and said coldly, "Lord Renly, I will also remember your greetings!"
Renly refers to what happened today, and Jaime refers to what Renly once planned to harm Cersei.
Now is the boss-level stage of talking harshly, Stormlands's Baratheon VS Westerlands's Lannister.
Gryn looked at the two of them calmly, but in his heart he was wondering whether to add more fire.
Too much is not enough, Gryn quickly made further thoughts.
Gryn suddenly thought of Petyr and Varys. It seemed that the three of them were planning a chaotic situation.
It's a pity that they all have their own positions, and their positions conflict with each other.
Otherwise, if three people join forces, the so-called great nobles may die without knowing how.
When Gryn finished sighing, a cold snort from Renly happened to be heard.
Renly glared at Gryn again, turned around and left Marble Plaza with his guards.
The crowd dispersed, Jaime said with a smile, "Lord Gryn, your way of provocation is really special, Renly must have been deeply impressed."
Gryn's tone was filled with regret. "Unfortunately, the others were blocked by Lord Renly."
Jaime raised the corners of his lips. "It's not that you underestimate your courage. Aren't you worried that Renly will take revenge?"
Gryn raised his eyebrows. "Would Lannister be worried about Renly's revenge?"
Gryn shows the attitude, we are our own people.
Jaime smiled casually, reached out and patted Gryn on the arm. "If we meet Tournament, let's compete."
It can make Renly feel depressed and Jaime feel good.
This is a bloodless contest between Westeros great nobles, and the winner is Jaime·Lannister.
Jaime bid farewell to Gryn.
Gryn guessed that Jaime was eager to return to Red Keep to ask for credit from Cersei Queen. As for the reward... don't mention it.
Gryn took steps towards the inside of Great Sept of Baelor.
Gryn Walking through the chasing light Hall of Lamps with many colored lead glass balls hanging from the ceiling, you have to pass through this long corridor to enter the interior of Sept.
Not long after walking, Gryn's ears heard the laughter and laughter coming from not far away.
Gryn frowned slightly, and took a closer look... Mace·Tyrell, who was tall but a bit fat, Petyr·Baelish, who was thin, and Varys, who was plump, and other ministers Red Keep.
Lord Mace was the happiest when surrounded by everyone.
The corners of Gryn's lips were slightly raised. This scene reminded him of a the Lord Oaf being stared at by two foxes.
Gryn slowed down and walked in the direction of Lord Mace and the others.
Gryn has not forgotten that he just beat Lord Mace's son outside.
Everyone gathers for the benefit of the family, there is no need to mention this kind of thing deliberately.
Unless Loras is the patriarch or the heir of the family, Loras alone cannot represent the entire House Golden Rose.
For example, Loras took refuge in Renly, which does not mean that House Golden Rose also took refuge in Renly.
The current situation is that Renly is still a competitor for Lord Mace to take the position of Hand of the King.
"Hey, isn't this Gryn?"
Lord Mace's voice was loud and his tone was very happy.
Gryn was about to approach the farewell ceremony, but Lord Mace spotted him first.
Gryn said in a joyful tone, "Lord of Roses, I am very honored to see you again!"
Lord Mace laughed and touched his beard, "Okay, okay! I heard that you were entrusted with an important task by King Robert and sent to the opposite side of the Narrow Sea. I didn't expect to see you so soon."
Lord Mace may be in a happy mood and treats Gryn very warmly, as if he were his nephew.
Gryn replied respectfully, "The matter has come to an end for now, and I will return to King's Landing."
Lord Mace stroked his beard and said, "Gryn, it is a good thing to exercise more when you are young. I believe in your ability."
After saying that, Lord Mace patted Gryn encouragingly.
Gryn said gratefully, "Thank you for your teaching, I will definitely keep it in my heart!"
What a humble child, Lord Mace nodded slightly with pleasure.
Gryn met with other people again.
At this time, there is no need for formal meeting etiquette. Simply greet the person one by one according to their status, starting with the person with the highest status.
Everyone present could see that Lord Mace was treating Gryn intimately, and since he was Queen's Chief Steward, everyone wore friendly smiles and waited patiently for the ceremony to be completed.
Gryn looked at Petyr, who looked haggard, and said with concern, "Sir Petyr, you seem to be very tired. You seem to need a good rest."
Petyr shook his head slightly. "The old Duke left too suddenly, and there are so many things going on that I can only cope with them."
Varys nodded and said, "It is indeed tiring. The kingdom needs money every day. Small Council Chamber cannot do without Lord Petyr's presence!"
After a pause, Varys said with regret, "Petyr has a deep relationship with the Duke. I have to say that he is the saddest among the people present."
Petyr The corners of his eyes twitched.
Gryn smiled and said, "Master Petyr, now that Lord Mace is standing here, you can relax a little."
I hope you will recover as soon as possible. Just as Mr. Varys said, the kingdom's finances cannot do without your hard work."
Lord Mace touched his beard and said that's really good, that's what I meant.
Varys held hands together. "Lord Gryn is so right, it should be so."
The eyes of Gryn and Varys quietly collided, and the two nodded to each other subtly.
Illyrio was stabbed by Daenerys. The two of them still need to contact each other privately about this matter.
Now that one person is missing, will the joint planning of Varys and Illyrio continue?
Gryn thinks that the plan that has been carefully prepared for more than ten years cannot be abandoned halfway.
From Varys's perspective, in a way, maybe Daenerys helped Varys.
In order to absorb the various legacies left by Illyrio, Varys will definitely have to be busy for a while.
Petyr raised his lips and said, "Lord Gryn, thank you for your kindness, I will recover as soon as possible..."
As he said that, Petyr nodded slightly towards Lord Mace, and then said, "When I saw Lord Mace, I actually regained my confidence unconsciously."
Varys also nodded and said, "We have reached a consensus on this point."
Gryn put his Right Hand palm against his chest and said, "My lords, I think the same way. I have always felt that Lord Mace is the pillar of the kingdom."
This young man's tongue is so sweet... Everyone was silent at first, and then they all agreed, praising Lord Mace as worthy of being the pillar of the kingdom.
Lord Mace smiled and touched his beard for a while, then said, "One stone cannot build a high wall. What the kingdom needs is the concerted efforts of all the adults!"
That's so good! Everyone immediately praised him again.
Gryn mingled among the crowd, admiring their masterful performances.
Although Lord Mace has gained some weight, he is still handsome. From the outside, his words and deeds are worthy of being the supreme commander of the Reach.
What's inside... it doesn't matter! Superficial Gryn only cares about Lord Mace's appearance.
The keen Gryn suddenly felt a breath of cold air.
Gryn turned his head and looked over, and he spotted Lord Stannis walking from a distance.
Gryn withdrew from the crowd of flatterers without leaving any trace.
Gryn·Crabb·Lannister·Tyrell·Targaryen actually feels like a Shura field.
Gryn thought about it for a moment.
He didn't remember Baratheon who took refuge with Dragonstone... Could it be that Lord Stannis had already regarded him as his subordinate in advance?
Gryn secretly winked at Lord Mace, but unfortunately Lord Mace was drowned in the flattery and had no time to think about anything else.
Gryn distanced himself a little further, thought for a while and winked at Petyr.
The shrewd Petyr noticed quickly and looked towards Gryn.
Gryn pointed one finger in one direction.
The imperial minister Petyr glanced over naturally. Although there was still a little distance, he immediately recognized the figure of Stannis.
The most taboo among Game of Thrones is betting too early... Petyr decisively and quietly withdrew from the crowd of flatterers.
Petyr secretly observed that Gryn was in the best position, so he came to Gryn.
The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.
As for Varys, his hands were holding one of Lord Mace's hands affectionately. Gryn also discovered the traces of makeup and powder he left on Lord Mace's sleeves.
Gryn Sorry to disturb them.