Eddard·Stark, who was sitting high on Iron Throne, said in a deep voice, "Duke Tyrell, I will send someone to investigate clearly, and I will give you a satisfactory answer. Before that, I hope you can act with caution."
Mace·Tyrell did not speak, he made a gesture, and soon a group of men, women and children in tattered clothes walked in followed by a young knight.
They were also covered in blood and looked terrified.
"Lord Stark, they arrived at King's Landing last night. These villagers came from two neighboring villages. This is the only one who survived."
Lord Mace was still speaking slowly, but everyone present could feel the suppressed anger in his voice.
Inside Throne Room, exclamations of varying sizes could be heard one after another.
Varys exclaimed, "Oh, it's so terrible, so cruel!"
Lord Mace added, "Lord Stark, there are more the Reach people who will suffer misfortune. Is this something ordinary robbers can do? The Reach people bleed every day."
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
"Till death!"
After Lord Mace finished speaking, the Reach nobles present stood up and echoed loudly.
After a moment of silence, Lord Eddard looked at the group of villagers who had just been brought in.
He stretched out his hand to signal everyone present to be quiet, and said, "Tell me, are the robbers you encountered the same group of people?"
The middle-aged knight nodded first, then turned to talk to the villagers.
After a while, he replied loudly, "Lord Hand, they are also masked, well-equipped and riding war horses."
The young knight said angrily, "It must be Lannister. I followed them with a few people, and I found that group of people ran into the hilly land of Lannister's house. They must be Lord Tywin's lackeys!"
Pycelle said with a stiff tone, "I would like to remind this young knight that Mr. Tywin·Lannister is the father of our Majesty Queen."
The young knight turned red with anger, and at this time the voice of Lord Mace came over.
"Pycelle, even without your reminder, we still know that Tywin is the father of Queen."
Gryn: Lord Mace, the Gods can also feel the sadness in your heart, but I have to remind you that you are the leader of the Reach. The current harassment is a very rare opportunity. Duke Direwolf's noble character is well known to Seven Kingdoms. If you can justify your name, Casterly Rock will be left alone by then.
Gryn: If things go well, Golden Rose will become the first noble Seven Kingdoms in your hands.
Lord Mace touched his beard, and after finishing speaking, he stared at Pycelle Grand Maester...The Reach's Golden Rose was not afraid of Westerlands's Golden Lion son.
Pycelle glanced at Lord Mace. He moved his lips but made no sound.
From the high throne, Lord Eddard saw someone sneaking out "quietly" at the end of the hall. He thought to himself that the rabbit just ran away... No, it should be said that it was a mouse that was greedy for Lannister Queen cheese.
Lord Eddard has investigated the murderer of Jon, and he has already begun to plan how to clean up the little mice in Red Keep.
Lord Eddard is in a position where he can clearly see the actions below. Everyone is talking about it... and the matter in front of him must be dealt with.
"Lord Mace, please give the order! I am willing to use all the troops in the territory. We will retaliate in kind and let the Westerlands people taste the power of the Reach people."
"Yes! Let Westerlands cowards taste the power of the Reach people!"
"Yes! One the Reach man can beat five Westerlands cowards!"
"Please..."
"Lord Mace,..."
"Shut up!", Lord Mace glanced at the Reach's vassals, the Reach the nobles quickly stopped shouting.
After a pause, Lord Mace's eyes turned to Lord Eddard on the throne. "Stark Hand of the King, without the permission of King Robert, the Reach people will only arrest those robbers in the Reach territory, and I will restrain them."
Lord Eddard's gray eyes trembled slightly, he nodded slightly and said, "Thank you Lord of Highgarden for your wisdom."
Direwolf is really impressed by this little-known master House Tyrell today.
Lord Eddard felt that Tywin·Lannister was more like a fox than a lion. If he really sent the Mountain's old men to kill people and set fires, he would have specifically ordered them to dress up as ordinary robbers and act cautiously without any flags.
If the Reach fights back in the same way and commits murder and arson in Westerlands, Cersei and her father can insist that it is House Tyrell who destroyed the peace, not Lannister... Only the Gods will know which side of the story Robert will believe.
He thought that the wise Lord Mace had taken this into consideration, so he asked the victims to request justice from Iron Throne.
Grand Maester Pycelle stood up again, and he caressed his chest towards Lord Eddard and said, "Lord Hand, if these villagers firmly believe that the group of masked bandits are the Mountain's old subordinates, please let them see the prince of Westerlands and complain to him. The crimes they described have nothing to do with the king, and they should ask Lord Tywin to administer justice."
Lord Eddard said coldly, "Pycelle, of course these are related to the king. No matter east, west, north or south, we all act in the name of Robert I."
Pycelle's turbid eyes moved and he said, "It has something to do with the king... This makes sense, so we should wait for the king to come back before dealing with it..."
Lord Eddard interrupted, "The king is hunting at the moment. Waiting will only make things worse. Robert wants me to handle the kingdom's government affairs on his behalf in the name of Hand of the King. I will listen with his ears and speak with his voice, and I will fulfill my duties."
After a pause, he added, "But I agree to report today's events to him, Sir Robar."
Sir Robar·Royce took a step forward, held his chest and saluted. "Lord Hand, what are your orders?"
Lord Eddard said, "Your father (Bronze Yohn) went out hunting with King Robert. Can you please go there and inform them of today's events?"
Sir Robar happily accepted the order, "Accept the order, Lord Hand, I will set off today."
After Sir Robar retreated, the young knight the Reach stepped forward and saluted. "Just Lord Hand, can we directly seek revenge from the Mountain's old army?"
"Revenge?"
After asking, Lord Eddard shook his head, and he continued, "I thought we were talking about upholding justice. Setting fire to Westerlands and killing people will not restore peace in the kingdom, but can only make up for your damaged self-esteem a little."
Before the angry young knight had time to refute, Lord Eddard turned away and moved towards the group of villagers.
"The Reach villagers, I cannot return your homes and your crops, let alone resurrect the dead, but... perhaps I can give you belated justice in the name of our king."
"Since you are covering your face and even hiding your identity to commit murder, there must be a dirty purpose behind it."
Lord Eddard said as he slowly stood up from the throne.
Every eye in the hall is staring at Lord Eddard, waiting attentively.
"Beric·Dondarrion Earl, Sir Gladden Wilder."
Lord Beric and Ser Gladden, whose names were called, strode out, stood in front and looked at Lord Eddard.
"Please lead fifty cavalrymen to investigate the incident of the Reach. I will also send twenty guards from Stark to accompany you.
Lord Beric, this mission is under your command. You have to capture those bandits together with Lord Mace's vassals. Remember, help me figure out the identities of those people."
The golden-red-haired Lord Beric stroked her chest and said, "Eddard Hand of the King, please obey your orders."
Lord Eddard tapped his chin lightly, then glanced at the people below with his sharp eyes, and said loudly, "With Andals, Rhoynar and First Men The king of, the ruler of Seven Kingdoms and the name of Robert I of the Protector of the Realm, House Baratheon.
I, Lord Eddard of House Stark, in the name of Hand of the King, hereby order you to immediately hold high the king's flag and go to the northwest border of the Reach to arrest the bandits who commit murder and arson and commit all kinds of evil, regardless of life or death. May the Gods have mercy on their souls."
Lord Eddard sat back on the throne and said, "Today's petition ends here."
After Lord Eddard walked down the steps, Varys came closer with light steps.
"Eddard Hand of the King, you are much braver than me."
Lord Eddard was not in the mood to play word games. His gray eyes moved slightly and said, "Varys, just say what you have to say."
Varys first raised his head and glanced around, and then whispered, "Eddard Hand of the King, if it were me sitting on it, I would send Ser Ilyn. After all, he is King's Justice. Asking others to do what is his duty... may be interpreted as your malicious insult to him."
Lord Eddard frowned and denied. "I didn't mean any offense."
After a pause, he continued, "Varys, House Payne generation is the vassal of Lannister. I think the choice of handling this matter has not done anything to Lord Tywin It is more appropriate for those who have sworn allegiance to go. Don't forget that the Reach people almost believe that those robbers are Lannister's old the Mountain troops."
Varys nodded slightly. "Eddard Hand of the King, your approach is undoubtedly very cautious, but..."
Varys looked around carefully again, and Lord Eddard couldn't help but frown at his timid behavior.
"I happened to see Ser Ilyn standing behind the hall, his pale eyes staring at us. I must admit, he didn't look very happy."
As he said that, Varys couldn't help but shrink his neck.
He continued, "Our King's Justice has always been taciturn, and his inner thoughts are not easy to guess. I also hope that he will soon forget today's unpleasantness, and don't affect the job he loves."
Outside Throne Room.
"Jon, I heard that your leg injury is not serious..."
Gryn tilted his head, he glanced at Jon·Snow's left leg, and continued, "You don't take good care of your injury... Do you want to be called a lame illegitimate child? It sounds like a good nickname. Your courage is worthy of appreciation. I wish you can realize your wish soon."
Jon was very angry, but endured it.
It's not because of the difference in status, because the descendant of First Men likes to speak with a sword regardless of his status... Mainly because he really can't beat Earl, who is about the same age as him!
Whenever they met at Tower of the Hand's training ground, Lord Gryn would always call him to compete in sword skills... During that time, Lord Gryn almost became the shadow of Northern Youth's growth!
Mutton·Waters looked at the embarrassed Jon and laughed silently.
Jon was so suppressed that his face turned red, and he finally couldn't help but retort, "Sir, I am here to protect Lord Stark."
Gryn raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you going to limp behind Lord Eddard? Others will definitely praise your loyalty behind your back."
"I...", Jon opened his mouth, but no other words came out.
By this time, Jon also understood the kindness in Gryn's words, but... he was still very angry.
"Lord Gryn.", a soft and pleasant voice came from the other side.
Gryn's eyes moved slightly, and he turned around to greet her, "Good day, Miss Margaery."
Although Margaery·Tyrell wore a sweet smile, her haggard face could not be concealed. She was wearing a light gray round-neck dress, and except for a Golden Rose coat of arms, she wore no other jewelry.
Margaery's beautiful eyes swept over Jon and Mutton, the smile on his face did not diminish, and he nodded lightly.
Jon just glanced at it, then lowered his eyes and held his chest in greeting.
Mutton scratched his head and smiled innocently.
"Can you walk with me?"
Gryn turned sideways and stretched out his hand forward. "It's an honor, Miss Margaery."
During the walk, Margaery was very quiet, and Gryn could easily feel her sadness.
He took the initiative and said, "There is an old soldier in my territory. Now he is responsible for teaching some soldiers sword skills. He is considered one of the best instructors Crabb."
Margaery looked over with a pair of wet eyes, showing just the right amount of doubt.
Gryn continued, "Before I was born, he lost his right arm in a battle, but relying on his remaining left arm, he still fought for House Crabb for more than ten years. After regaining the old territory, I appointed this old soldier, who was almost fifty years old, as the new recruits' instructor."
Margaery paused. "Lord Gryn, what do you mean..."
Gryn nodded slightly. "He is responsible for teaching Crabb Territory the sword skills of all left-handed soldiers. Please believe me, he has experienced hundreds of battles and his sword skills are very good."
After a pause, a smile appeared on his face, "Miss Margaery, if you are willing, when the time is right... I can arrange for him to meet Ser Garlan."
Margaery and Gryn looked at each other for a while. She lowered her eyes slightly and took another step.
After a moment of silence, she whispered, "Thank you, Lord Gryn."
She added, "After the injury, brother Garlan was in very bad condition. I have never seen him so depressed. Every time I see him, my heart breaks... My brother has always been the pride of the whole family. Everyone calls him Garlan the Gallant..."
Gryn comforted, "The Warrior is fearless, give him some time, I believe we will see Sir Garlan the Gallant soon."
Margaery nodded lightly. She looked at Gryn and smiled, "Lord Gryn, you are always very considerate. Thank you again for your help. I also believe that my brother will be able to hold the sword and fight again soon."