Gryn·Crabb stood on the reef and watched the boat Petyr·Baelish take off.
Not far away, Varys's figure walked out of the darkness. He came to stand beside Gryn with light steps.
Varys held hands together, as if he was sighing, "It's so sad. I wonder if there will be a chance to work with Mr. Petyr again in the future."
Gryn raised his face and smiled, saying, "It's a pity that Mr. Petyr couldn't hear me, otherwise he would definitely be very moved."
Varys smiled and shook his head, paused for a while, and said seriously, "Lord Gryn, as agreed... we will wait for the result."
Gryn raised his eyebrows slightly. "Sir Varys, you seem to have determined that the winner is Cersei Queen."
Varys looked at Gryn, his eyes flashed. "You are the only variable, Lord Gryn."
The hesitation on Gryn's face flashed away, and he sighed softly and said, "I tried my best, but Duke Ned's heart of honor cannot be shaken."
Varys also sighed, "No one doubts the noble character of Duke Direwolf, but good people are not suitable for Game of Thrones, because good people cannot do anything to achieve their goals like bad people."
Gryn is silent on the face, but deep down he is sighing... As long as we are on the power game table, are there still good guys and bad guys?
Gryn recovered his thoughts and solemnly said, "Master Varys, according to the agreement, no matter what the outcome is, Eddard·Stark must return to Winterfell safely."
Varys's eyes moved slightly and he smiled, "It seems you have guessed the result."
"Master Varys, maybe everyone respects Lord Stannis in their hearts, but they don't like him and are even more afraid of him. When Duke Ned chose Lord Stannis as Iron Throne's successor, he actually lost."
Varys said softly, "We can't let Lord Stannis inherit Iron Throne. Seven Kingdoms will let go of their grudges because of him alone."
Gryn chuckled and said, "It will definitely be like this. With a common enemy, even if it is to protect ourselves... no matter how big the grudge is, we will temporarily put it aside. Maybe this is Lord Stannis's... charm?"
After listening to Gryn's "joke", Varys also laughed.
Gryn and Varys took steps forward, discussing as they walked... Two "loyal ministers" who even Viserys himself didn't know were working hard to plan for him.
Before leaving Varys, Gryn raised his eyes and looked at the towering Red Keep, and said tiredly, "Sir Varys, this place is too complicated. If possible... I want to leave this place that makes me physically and mentally exhausted as soon as possible."
Varys's eyes were very bright, he showed a kind smile, reached out and patted Gryn, as if to comfort him silently.
A touch of pink began to appear in the eastern sky, and it gradually spread.
King's Landing, Iron Gate.
Gryn tightened the reins and stopped the horse, taking a look at the busy Crabb Blue Cloaks.
Not long after, Pell·Pili strode over and came forward to salute.
Gryn sat on the horse, lowered his eyes at the heavy-looking Pell, and said, "My most loyal Pell knight, is everything going well?"
"Sir, we have Iron Gate under control, but the original Captain of the Iron Gate is unwilling to hand over the key. He insisted that he would never hand it over to us without Lord Janos's order."
Iron Gate is one of the seven city gates of the King's Landing wall. Like other city gates, the garrison area of the city gate has its own equipment warehouse, stables, granaries, wine cellars, cells, etc., just like a military fortress.
Pell refers to the key to the warehouse held by the former guard captain.
Gryn raised his eyebrows. "What's the situation now?"
"That person led a dozen Gold Cloaks to guard the equipment warehouse and blocked the door with heavy objects. Except for them, the other Gold Cloaks have been disarmed by us."
Pell had been on standby near Iron Gate. After receiving the order from Gryn, he held up the letter of appointment with the seal of Hand of the King and led his troops directly into the Gold Cloaks garrison area of Iron Gate.
Iron Gate's garrison area occupies a large area and has various functions. It is like a city within a city. However, since it is not wartime, there are usually about 200 Gold Cloaks people stationed here.
Taking advantage of the late night, holding the order of Hand of the King, Pell quickly took control of Iron Gate, except for the equipment warehouse trapped by those people.
After listening to Pell's report, Gryn said, "Mutton."
Hearing this, Mutton·Waters spurred their horses to the front of Gryn, looking at their lord with blank eyes.
"You go and send them to see the Stranger."
When Mutton left with a group of Blue Cloaks, Gryn jumped off the horse.
"Pell, no strangers can be left in this place, and Survey Corps must inspect every stone. We cannot leave any opportunity for the enemy to take advantage of."
Pell nodded solemnly. "Sir, I will remember your order. Enemies are everywhere."
In fact, Crabb's other retainer knight Mason·Baker is better at military affairs such as defense, but Crabb Territory has only three generals who can act alone...
Mason·Baker is responsible for the defense of Crabb Territory, Amparo is responsible for the end of Crackclaw Point's westward march, and the Pell knight who is good at attacking is the only choice for Gryn.
Gryn patted Pell on the arm... With the opportunity, maybe people who are good at attacking can more easily master how to defend the enemy.
"Accompany me on my rounds..."
Wuwuwuwuwu, a military bugle suddenly sounded from the tower.
The steady Lord Gryn was surprised. This was the bugle call to discover that the enemy was invading... He had just taken office Captain of the Iron Gate, who was so bold?
When leaving Iron Gate from the city, you must first pass through a garrison gate that is about the same size as Red Keep gate.
At this time, dozens of riders gathered outside the gate of the Iron Gate garrison area, and some people were shouting, "In the name of the king, open the door!"
Creaking, the two iron-clad doors slowly opened, but the arrogant knights suddenly fell silent.
Opposite were densely packed Blue Cloaks soldiers, and the faint morning light clinging to their armors added a layer of severity.
The movement on the inner wall also attracted their attention. They found soldiers setting their bows and arrows one by one. The sharp-eyed people spotted the aimed crossbows first.
Click, click, click, the horses under Gryn stepped out, and he discovered that the horses in front of him were actually Renly's guards.
Gryn knew that Renly would leave King's Landing and return to Stormlands, but why didn't he take the southern city gate? Was he worried that someone with good intentions would guess the direction in which he "escaped" King's Landing and ambush him in advance, and deliberately chose the direction where he was least likely to escape?
Westeros version is secretly in Chen Cang? It doesn't matter whether it is true or not, Lord Renly seems to be in the hands of Lord Gryn... Well, luck is also a part of strength.
The sound of intensive horse hooves came from behind the riders, and dozens of Marigold flags were seen waving in the past.
Gryn stopped his horse and raised his voice. "Within five seconds, dismount, put down your weapons, and kneel down, otherwise... you will be killed on the spot for disturbing the city gate!"
After saying that, Gryn raised a hand, with the palm facing the opposite side, and said, "Five!"
The atmosphere was solemn, and the mounts of the Renly guards were commotion.
"Four!"
"You know..."
The man's impatient voice was interrupted by Gryn: "Three!"
Gryn said unhurriedly, "Two!"
"Wait!"
The voices of Gryn and Renly sounded almost simultaneously, and then the guards of Renly gave way to a path, and Lord Renly, wearing a dark green cloak, urged the horses to come out.
Gryn tilted his head and looked up and down at the sullen Renly.
"It turns out to be our Master of Laws. Are you going out of town?"
Lord Renly looked at Gryn with contempt and asked, "Crabb, why are you here?"
Gryn lightly kicked the horse's belly, and the horse paced in the direction of Lord Renly.
"Duke Baratheon, my new position is Captain of the Iron Gate."
After approaching, Gryn stopped his horse and unfolded the appointment letter signed by Ned·Stark.
After Lord Renly looked away from the appointment letter, he said with a smile, "Congratulations, Crabb...Earl."
Renly stared at Gryn for a while. There was not much strangeness on his face, but he was not calm inside... Everyone knew that Gryn was Cersei·Lannister's confidant. The current situation made him have to think more.
Lord Renly couldn't help but look around, he was surrounded... His current situation was very dangerous.
In order to leave safely, Lord Renly not only dressed low-key, but also deliberately chose Iron Gate in the opposite direction to Stormlands to leave King's Landing. Who betrayed his whereabouts? Who?!
Lord Renly The first suspect was Spider Varys... Then, he glanced sharply at his personal guard.
Gryn coughed lightly, drew Renly's attention, and said, "Duke Baratheon, in the name of Queen, King's Landing can only enter the city from today on, but cannot leave the city."
Gryn didn't have any bad intentions, he thought about it... Next, for Lord Stannis, it is an internal struggle within House Baratheon. He cannot let him interfere because of his intervention. Lord Stannis lost its first target. Stannis and Renly are brothers after all. If there is any matter, they should be solved behind closed doors in Stormlands.
Gryn glanced at the inner wall of the Iron Gate defense area that was in disrepair... Well, it will cost Gold Dragon.
So, let Lord Renly misunderstand Cersei Queen a little bit.
After hearing what Gryn said, Lord Renly stared at Gryn and said in a deep voice, "Lord Crabb, I want to remind you, Cersei does not have this power."
Gryn shrugged nonchalantly. "Duke Baratheon, if you have any questions, I can send someone to report it to Cersei Queen."
Lord Renly:"..."
The sky was already slightly bright, Lord Renly could not wait too long, he must not fall into the hands of Lannister... So, he tried to communicate with Gryn.
Lord Renly took a breath. "Lord Gryn, my brother has passed away, Seven Kingdoms needs a new king."
Lord Renly's solemn expression changed, and he naturally showed a free and easy look.
"My nephew is still young. As the king's younger brother, I can't just watch Lannister control Iron Throne. You should know the ferocity of Lannister very well. They are destined to be united by all people with righteous hearts to crusade, and the evil Lannister is also doomed to fail."
Lord Renly spread his hands and continued, "Lord Gryn, I heard that Ned admires you very much. I think people who can be valued by Ned must have a righteous heart, and the Gods will also protect the righteous heart."
Renly ignored the obstruction of his personal guard and rode alone to Gryn. Their horses were lined up and their heads were facing in opposite directions.
Lord Renly showed a hearty smile, and his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.
"Lord Gryn, there are no other people's eyes here, I will not forget your act of justice, sooner or later we will toast together and have a drink. Or..."
Renly's eyes turned to the Blue Cloaks soldiers who were as motionless as statues... These are elites.
Lord Renly's eyes moved slightly, and he continued, "We can leave together. From now on... you will be my brothers and sisters."
Gryn was not moved by Renly's sincerity. He shook his head slightly and said, "Lord Renly, Crabb are directly loyal to Queen. This is our tradition. I have to reject your proposal."
Gryn's heart: Stop painting cakes and be practical. I don't want to be too difficult.
Renly's face froze for a moment... Was it because he accepted death that he was liked by Ned?
Gryn's eyes wandered to the dilapidated city wall from time to time, but Renly remained silent for a moment... Maybe Gryn's hint was too subtle, and Lord Renly seemed not to notice anything at all.
"Lord Gryn."
Gryn heard the voice of Margaery·Tyrell. He frowned imperceptibly and looked in the direction of the sound.
Margaery, also wearing a dark green cloak, rode out from among heavy guards.
Gryn nodded slightly and said, "Miss Margaery? Why are you here?"
Margaery lifted the hood of the cloak. "Lord Gryn, I'm really happy to see you before leaving King's Landing."
Margaery has a smile on her face, and the morning light seems to have coated her with a soft golden edge, which is both gentle and beautiful.
Hesitation appeared on Gryn's face, he just smiled reluctantly and did not speak.
Margaery hid the anxiety in his eyes very well and said gently, "Lord Gryn, I don't like your Queen..."
Gryn raised his hand to stop Margaery's words, paused, and said, "Miss Margaery, say hello to Lord Mace for me."
After saying that, Gryn pulled the reins, turned the horse's head and left, and signaled the soldiers to retreat.
Margaery looked at Gryn who left silently, the hand holding the reins tightened, and finally she smiled and pulled up her hood to cover her face.
Tower of the Hand.
Lord Eddard said, "Sansa, Arya. After a while, Gryn will pick you up, and he will send you back to Winterfell."
Arya·Stark said excitedly, "Father, is it true? That's great, I've long been homesick..."
As she said that, she rolled her eyes and said, "Can I take Syrio with me?"
Lord Eddard touched the little daughter's furry head and said with a smile, "My daughter, you need to ask Gryn about this."