Crackclaw Point, Whispers.
Samwell's fat body was leaning over the table, waving the quill in his fat hand.
Since arriving here, Samwell's life has become very busy. During the day, he assists Maester Al in handling various territorial affairs, and at night, he reads the books collected by Maester Al.
Samwell put the quill aside and took a breath.
Maester Al's voice was low and vibrating. "Samwell, you can rest for a while and have another cup of Marigold Ale."
Samwell wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and smiled shyly, "Maester Al, thank you for your concern. I happen to be thirsty."
He awkwardly stood up from the chair and picked up the wine bottle and wine glass.
Gudong Gudong, I drank a large glass of Marigold Ale in one breath, and Samwell couldn't help but make a happy sound.
Samwell is not good at expressing his emotions. He feels like a fire is burning in his heart.
Samwell found his place of use in Crabb Territory! Thinking of this, he felt that he was full of endless power.
Just like Master Gryn said, his life has opened a new chapter.
Crabb Territory has simple folk customs and everyone is very friendly to him. Samwell has already regarded this place as his new home in his heart.
Everything was fine, but the girls here... occasionally made him feel a little scared, but at the same time, he was still a little bit happy in his heart.
Should I get married as soon as possible? Samwell's eyes dodge, as if others can see his inner thoughts.
"Good boy, I smell love."
Although Maester Al's tone was kind, Samwell's cheeks suddenly became hot and he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
Maester Al stopped teasing the shy fat boy and said, "Samwell, the Legion's westward march has begun. We must sort out the territorial laws within this month."
Samwell quickly suppressed the smile on his face, "Maester Al, I have read the old territory laws and the newly added territory laws carefully. There is no problem in time."
"Oh?"
Maester Al was a little surprised and praised, "You are a good hard-working boy! If you encounter any problems, you can always consult me."
Samwell scratched his head shyly. "Maester Al, I found a problem... that..."
Samwell is thinking about how to speak more appropriately.
Maester Al put down the book in his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, there are only two of us here. Bachelors must learn to be good at discussing."
Samwell nodded gratefully. "Maester Al, I found that the old territorial laws are not much different from Westeros's other laws, but the newly added territorial laws... I feel like they are more like laws applicable to the army."
After a pause, he continued, "Master Gryn told us when he asked us to sort out the laws of the territory. In the future, these will become the laws of Crackclaw Point."
Maester Al smiled gently and said, "Are you wondering whether the laws of the people and the laws of the army are almost the same?"
Samwell nodded.
Maester Al's cloudy eyes seemed to be recalling things from long ago.
"At that time, I remember that Lord Gryn had just inherited the territory of House Crabb."
Maester Al grinned, showing a few few teeth. "It was an evening, and there was still light rain outside. Lord Gryn revealed to me for the first time... that he wanted to build the territory into a military camp for Crabb."
Samwell said in surprise, "Turning the territory into a military camp?"
Maester Al smiled and nodded, saying, "Good boy, I was also surprised at the time. Later I quickly understood that Lord Gryn was referring to the entire Crackclaw Point. He wanted to end the hundreds of years of chaos in Crackclaw Point!"
Maester Al looked very pleased. "Master Gryn told me...King's Landing owns City Watch, the Wall of the End owns Night's Watch, and we Crabb Legion own Crackclaw Point."
King's Landing, Crabb Mansion.
In the study, Gryn was sitting at the table, his upper body leaning on the armrest of the chair, Right Hand propped his chin on his head, looking at the Westeros map hanging on the wall.
Gryn's eyes swept over Rook's Rest, stayed at the position of Maidenpool for a while, and finally settled on Gulltown of Vale.
The book <Seven Kingdoms Genealogy and History of the Main Nobles' Families>...Gryn's brown eyes trembled slightly, and Left Hand rubbed his thumb against his index finger.
Today, Gryn learned from Varys that Lord Eddard of the North has not yet left Winterfell.
Based on the current situation, King Robert will not confirm the candidate for the new Hand of the King until Lord Eddard reaches King's Landing.
This period is about a month. Will King Robert directly preside over the kingdom's government affairs?
The government affairs of the kingdom cannot be delayed forever. Gryn guesses that according to King Robert's habits, he will choose someone to act as Hand of the King's deputy.
Lord Mace, Lord Stannis, Lord Renly... King Robert is not a fool. No one among the three of them is suitable.
Gryn I think the candidate is easy to pick up and put away Pycelle Grand Maester.
Gryn sighed inwardly. It would be great if he were Small Council minister now. One month is enough for him to clear out the Vale nobles in King's Landing... Crackclaw Point and Vale nobles are incompatible with each other!
Dong Dong, after the knock on the door, the figure of housekeeper Surana appeared at the door.
"My master, Lord Tyrion·Lannister is here to visit."
There is a beautiful garden in the backyard of the Crabb Mansion, surrounded by rows of neatly trimmed shrubs and green trees trimmed into various shapes.
In the pavilion in the garden, Tyrion took a sip of Summer Wine and grinned. "Gryn, how about Pentos?"
Gryn naturally knows what Tyrion is referring to. "The nighttime entertainment over there is more exciting than here. If you go there, you will definitely not want to come back."
Tyrion's upper body leaned forward, almost lying on the small round table.
"Tell me more specifically?"
Gryn picked up the wine glass, took a sip Summer Wine, and said, "The colors are rich and colorful, it's hard to describe... You can only understand it if you see it with your own eyes."
Gryn answered simply, but Tyrion seemed to think of a lot of good things with his clever brain, making him laugh out loud.
Tyrion's wretched appearance actually made Gryn smile.
Tyrion stopped laughing and suddenly said, "When we have time, let's go to the North together and see the legendary the Wall of the End with our own eyes."
Gryn raised his eyebrows and said, "Tyrion, you've jumped so far on this topic. Just now you were obsessed with the beauty of Pentos, why did you suddenly mention the Wall of the End? I'm a little worried. Could the next sentence mean that you plan to stay above Ice Wall and join the glorious Night's Watch."
Tyrion grinned. "Haha, I don't want to be a bachelor for the rest of my life! How could that happen? Seven Kingdoms's daughters will all protest!"
Tyrion laughed for a while and then said, "I just want to find a chance to climb up the Wall and pee on the Edge of the World."
Gryn shrugged. "It's a good idea. I think you can follow Ranger to enjoy the fun of fighting."
Tyrion said suspiciously, "You want to make me laugh to death, Wildling besides the Wall of the End? You just don't know if this counts as military merit?"
Gryn's lips curled up and he blinked. "I'm not laughing to death, think about it... if the dwarf lifts a big shield, Wildling's archers will have a headache."
Tyrion laughed, "I think Black Brotherss will be very excited! Hearing you say that really makes my heart beat... Damn it, you really deserve to be arrested by White Walker!"
After a pause, Tyrion gloated. "Gryn, I heard that you knocked out Knight of Flowers in Great Sept of Baelor? Did you know that half of the girls in Seven Kingdoms wanted to sleep with him!
You are now the object of hatred of all women in King's Landing. Soon, this news will spread throughout Seven Kingdoms, and you will soon become the public enemy of women across the country!"
Gryn looked up at the sky helplessly. "It's over. It's even harder for me Half-Wildling Earl to find a marriage partner!"
Tyrion held his stomach and said happily, "Haha, I should sympathize with you, at least it's hard to do that today!"
After laughing for a while, Gryn said helplessly, "Okay, I can tell you the reason, my Lord Tyrion."
Tyrion said with a smile, "Your Excellency Gryn, you always speak into my heart. I really want to kiss you!"
Gryn spread his arms. "King Robert made a move, Cersei Queen is very angry, Ser Jaime and I are looking for trouble for Lord Renly."
Tyrion's eyes rolled. "If you can't teach the king a lesson, why not teach the king's younger brother? Fortunately, my Jaime brother is more stable!"
Sorry, I came back late today, I will make up for it later!