Strong character... Hearing this, Gryn's eyes trembled slightly.
It seems that it won't be long before Lord Eddard will notice Royal Bloodline's problem.
Stark people are very pure, and their noble character can even influence their enemies, but their weaknesses are too obvious.
Stark's firm impartiality will push speculators to the side of their opponents, and Cersei's character is incomparable to Stark.
Game of Thrones has no place for pure people.
Lord Gryn has no confidence in persuading Lord Eddard to give up his original persistence and allow him to be flexible. Moreover, if Lord Eddard wins, then Stannis·Baratheon will inherit Iron Throne, which is not in the interests of House Crabb.
Lord Gryn rubbed his hair. His original plan was to rescue all the Little Wolf cubs at the critical moment, which could be regarded as repaying Lord Eddard's kindness.
Gryn was listening carefully to what Lord Eddard said, and he was frank and frank with Gryn without warning.
With Gryn's wisdom, even if he was "sneak-attacked" by Lord Eddard's sincerity, he could still jump back and forth according to the original plan.
He feels that Lord Eddard seems to be his nemesis, because Gryn knows his own character and he cannot be hard-hearted towards good people.
Gryn secretly lamented that he was not a perfect power player after all.
Gryn's handsome face showed a smile, just work harder...Gryn Lord is omnipotent!
Lord Eddard's mood improved a lot. He sighed, "So, I miss the simplicity and clarity of the north. The only enemies there are cold and Wildling."
Gryn nodded in understanding. In fact, he also liked the direct approach.
After a pause, Gryn said seriously, "Duke Ned, out of courtesy... we can respect the original rules of the game here at the beginning, but..."
He clenched his fists and continued, "If the effect is not good, we will follow the North's method! King Robert has great trust in you, and you are Hand of the King. It should be them getting used to you, not you getting used to them."
Lord Eddard was a little moved. He had to admit that Gryn's words were very attractive, and the reasons were sufficient.
Lord Eddard thought of Robert, he hesitated and frowned.
Gryn's brown eyes moved slightly, and he guessed the reason for Lord Eddard's hesitation.
"Duke Ned, with all due respect, are you worried about King Robert?"
Lord Eddard looked at Gryn, paused, and said frankly, "Gryn, you are very keen. Robert and I are brothers and sisters, and I am here to help him. I don't want to embarrass Robert."
Gryn was silent for a while and said directly, "Duke Ned, both you and His Majesty are well known to Seven Kingdoms, but I have to remind you... you are not the king Seven Kingdoms!"
Direwolf's eyes suddenly became sharp, but soon dissipated. "Child, I have never had that thought. I want to hear your reasons."
Gryn picked up the wine glass, paused, and placed it on the table.
"Please forgive me for being presumptuous. You are Hand of the King, but you are considering the problem from the king's perspective, so you feel constrained. You are Stark, and you have your own way. Whether King Robert is embarrassed or happy, those are issues that should be considered by King Robert, and you cannot do it for him."
Lord Eddard's frown finally relaxed, and he felt that the gloom in his heart seemed to be gradually disappearing.
Gryn added, "Many people think that First Men's handling methods are rough. At worst, we can be a little gentler and have a fair heart and are not afraid of what others say."
Lord Eddard's big feet left the table, and his tall and strong body stood up from the wooden chair. He walked back and forth a few steps and said, "Gryn, you reminded me very well. I am here to solve the problem for Robert. I almost forgot this."
Gryn also stood up, stood in front of Lord Eddard, and said, "Lord Eddard, thank you for being patient with me, a young person."
Lord Eddard's big hand patted Gryn's shoulder and said with a smile, "Child, a wolf dies alone but a wolf gathers together. Wisdom is not limited to age."
Gryn nodded solemnly.
After a pause, Gryn suddenly smiled and said, "According to King Robert's temper, if he could use a war hammer to govern the country, he would definitely be willing to sit on Iron Throne every day."
Lord Eddard raised the corners of his lips. "It's very possible that he will do that."
Gryn spread his hands and said, "Duke Ned, things have become much simpler."
"Have you figured out how to start?"
Lord Eddard looked at Gryn.
The descendants of First Men lack some flexibility. Although Gryn has an appearance with obvious First Men characteristics, after contact with Lord Eddard, it is discovered that this child has the dexterity and wisdom of Andals, and his heart of honor is firm enough.
He saved an excellent child...Lord Eddard was relieved. He did not regard this as a favor. His honor felt that women and children should be tolerated.
Gryn analyzed. "Duke Ned, Grand Maester Pycelle is obviously hiding something..."
Tower of the Hand Restaurant.
Arya straightened up and looked at Jon·Snow, who was sitting at the back. He and Mutton were sitting there talking and laughing.
The brother rarely showed a hearty smile from time to time, and Arya was also happy. She was very curious about what they discussed.
Arya's eyes turned, and she found that Sansa was always secretly looking at Lord Gryn sitting next to her. That smile was so annoying!
Arya and Gryn were sitting on the same bench. Her little butt moved and they were closer to each other.
Gryn, who was talking about the legend of First Men with Lord Eddard, seemed to notice the movement of the people around him. He stretched out his hand and patted Arya's head gently.
Arya raised his chin towards Sansa, the nasty Sansa would never try to steal my good friend!
Sansa·Stark noticed Arya's little actions, and she quietly gave her sister a look.
"Duke Ned, Crabb has finally restored the glory of his ancestors. Crackclaw Point, who has ushered in peace, can also contribute to maintaining the stability of the kingdom in the future."
Lord Eddard slightly tapped his chin and said, "Good boy, peace is precious. You have done a good job. Your mother will be proud of you."
Lord Eddard sighed secretly. He had already learned about the conflict between Vale and Crackclaw Point from Gryn. The hatred between them could be said to be irresolvable, and it was difficult for Lord Eddard to mediate.
He knows very well that this kind of thing cannot be suppressed by force, as it will only lead to deeper hatred, and it will accumulate deeper and deeper.
Lord Eddard can't think about too many things for the time being. The affairs in Red Keep involve most of his energy. He must first deal with the problems in front of him before he can have enough energy to solve other government affairs.
Lord Eddard believes that Lord Gryn is not a warlike person, and he will have enough time to find a safe way to resolve the grudges and avoid war conflicts between Vale and Crackclaw Point.
Red Keep is dark and quiet at midnight.
Gryn and Lord Eddard led a few guards out of Tower of the Hand. Several golden-robed guards on guard at night noticed their whereabouts, but remained silent.
Lord Eddard is Hand of the King, no one dares to meddle in other people's business.
They drove away the nearby guards, and everyone stopped in front of Grand Maester Pycelle's dormitory door.
Gryn glanced at the bachelor's sign on the door and said, "Mutton, knock the door open."
Everyone made room, leaving Mutton, who was fat and fat, holding his round shield in front of him.
With a loud bang, the wooden door was knocked open by Mutton, and a woman's frightened scream came from inside.
Gryn and Lord Eddard looked at each other, signaled the guards to guard the door, and walked in first.
Gryn pulled down the curtains on the bed and saw YS's naked the Maiden. She shrunk down, ashamed and afraid, trying her best to cover up the parts of her body that attracted people's imagination. She only regretted that her two hands were not enough.
Gryn raised an eyebrow, isn't this Grand Maester Pycelle's little maid? Well, she has a pretty good figure!
The little maid looked at Gryn with wide eyes and begged, "Please, don't hurt me."
Gryn glanced at the bulging quilt next to the Maiden and called Jon·Snow.
Jon·Snow glanced around the room, then glanced at his sullen father, nodded and said, "Sir Gryn."
Gryn pointed to the bed and said, "Jon, leave her to your care and take her out of here."
Jon turned his head and looked at his silent father. When he nodded, he lowered his eyes and took the little maid out of the room.
Gryn stabbed the bulge on the bed with the scabbard.
"Pycelle Grand Maester, Citadel When did you allow maesters to sleep with maids?"
Lord Eddard didn't expect to see such an unbearable scene when he came over. He stepped forward and pulled away the quilt.
The naked Pycelle said in horror, "Lord Eddard, what do you want to do? I am Gozen Grand Maester, why did you break into my dormitory without permission?!"
Looking at Pycelle who was trying to argue, Lord Eddard clenched his fists and said angrily, "Pycelle!"
Gryn was worried that the angry Direwolf would not be able to resist punching the old man to death, so he said, "Grand Maester Pycelle, Lord Hand received the report and had to come to check in person. I didn't expect that you would actually do something that tarnished Citadel and the bachelor's identity."
With a bang, he pulled out his sword and turned his head to look at Lord Eddard.
"Lord Hand, if this kind of thing spreads... it will be very bad. I suggest killing him on the spot, which can be regarded as preserving the reputation of Grand Maester Pycelle."
Pycelle said loudly, "You can't treat me like this! I have been Seven Kingdoms's Grand Maester for nearly forty years. I... I... ah..."
Pycelle looked at the sword tip close at hand, screamed, and wet the bed.
Pycelle cried out, "Honorable Duke Winterfell, I am an old man and your loyal servant. Please spare my life. Please let me go."
Lord Eddard stared at Pycelle who kept begging for mercy for a while and took a deep breath. Is this the imperial minister of Robert?
"Gryn, I leave it to you."
Lord Eddard pulled a chair and sat down.
Pycelle looked at Gryn again and continued to cry, "Lord Gryn, I... I... are loyal to Cersei Queen, we are our own people."
Pycelle Are you trying to drag him into the water?
Gryn sheathed his sword and said, "Yes, we are all loyal to His Highness Queen..."
As he spoke, he pulled out the dagger, grabbed one of Pycelle's hands and placed it on the bed. With a bang, the dagger passed through the back of his hand and stabbed into the bed board.
Ah! Ah! Pycelle screamed.
After a while, Gryn saw that Pycelle's screams had decreased, so he pulled out the dagger, followed by another burst of screams.
Pycelle clutched the injured hand tightly, his whole body twitching. He got out of bed with difficulty, climbed to his knees in front of Lord Eddard.
"Lord Eddard, I am your humble servant, please forgive me..."
After a moment of silence, Lord Eddard said, "Gryn, give him a chair."
Pycelle glanced at Gryn standing aside in horror, and sat down tremblingly.
Lord Eddard stared at Pycelle and said solemnly, "Tell me the cause of Hand Jon Arryn's death."
Pycelle said feebly, "Hand Jon Arryn... He... indeed died of poisoning... I will try my best to save Lord Jon, I swear..."
Gryn squatted down, and his dagger appeared in front of Pycelle.
"Grand Maester Pycelle, you seem to have not understood the current situation. You are already my prey. Why do you want to deceive the hunter?"
"I... I... ah!!"
Pycelle sobbed. "Maester Colemon wanted to help him detoxify, so I sent him away. Cersei Queen didn't like Hand Jon Arryn, and they all didn't like Hand Jon Arryn... But it was not me who poisoned him, it was definitely not me! I swear!"
Lord Eddard said coldly, "Is it the poison given by Lannister Queen?"
Pycelle was already in tears, and he said weakly, "No, it's not Cersei Queen, it shouldn't be her, I don't know who it is... Ask Varys, it should be that boy, Hand Jon Arryn's attendant, named Hugh, he must have done it, you go catch him, you go interrogate him!"
Gryn asked, "Grand Maester Pycelle, what kind of poison is in Hand Jon Arryn?"
"It's Tears of Lys. It's very rare and expensive. It tastes as sweet as water. If poisoned, it can cause death like intestinal disease. Ordinary bachelors can't tell it at all."
"Damn it!"
After Lord Eddard cursed, he said angrily, "Jon·Arryn has been Hand of the King for fourteen years. What has he done to warrant killing him?!"
Gryn comforted, "Duke Ned, I believe you will be able to catch the murderer soon and avenge Hand Jon Arryn."
Lord Eddard sighed with a bitter look on his face.
After a pause, he glanced at Pycelle, who was still trembling with disgust, and said, "How to deal with this person?"
Because of Gryn's suggestion, tonight's investigation has been quite fruitful. Lord Eddard wants to know if Gryn has any other arrangements for Pycelle.
Pycelle raised his head and begged, "Lord Eddard, my sin is not worthy of death, please forgive me..."
"Ned Duke, please wait for a while."
Gryn brought Pycelle to the desk and said, "Grand Maester Pycelle, your Right Hand is intact for the time being..."
He pointed to the blank parchment and continued, "Please write down the crimes you have committed here one by one. If you are honest enough, maybe we will leave an honest and obedient servant."
Gryn tapped the table with his slender fingers and said, "If a lie is discovered, I think you must know what the result will be, right?"
After finishing speaking, Gryn picked up a robe from the hanger and threw it over... It was so irritating that Lord Gryn couldn't bear it anymore.