Outside the tavern, Gryn·Crabb jumped on the horse and looked at the corner surrounded by Gold Cloakss not far away. They were still interrogating. The subjects under interrogation were: a boy, ten Red Cloakss, and twelve horses.
"Let's go.", Gryn looked away and lightly kicked the horse's belly.
Podrick·Pine saw the Gold Cloakss who had just been asking fierce questions about this and that suddenly left. He blinked in confusion, but then he realized something... his pupils shrank and he immediately ran towards the tavern.
Podrick ran into Tyrion who had just walked out of the tavern. He hurriedly said, "Sir, are you... okay?"
Podrick stuttered even more when he was anxious. Tyrion grinned and imitated the boy's speech. "No... nothing."
Although Tyrion knew that Gryn was not a murderous person, his mood improved a lot when he saw his attendants alive and kicking.
Podrick didn't understand Tyrion's humor. The boy was still fidgeting, with a look of annoyance and shame on his face.
The half-human Tyrion was very sensitive in his heart. Looking at the timid and cowardly attendant, he began to wonder if his uncle Kevan had deliberately chosen a useless little boy as his attendant to humiliate his Dwarf nephew.
Tyrion quickly suppressed his sensitive emotions. He patted the new attendant with some sympathy. Strictly speaking, the little boy was also a victim.
"Cheer up, hold your chest high, and don't forget that you are Lion's attendant."
"Sorry, sir." Podrick apologized first, and then immediately followed suit.
Tyrion pursed his lips, suppressed his laughter, and said seriously, "Pod, what happened?"
Podrick reported in detail. To put it simply, they were suddenly surrounded by dozens of Gold Cloaks.
Tyrion curled his lips. "Were there just a few dozen people to capture you? I was surrounded by a hundred people just now."
Tyrion added in his mind: Well, one Gryn is worth a hundred people.
Podrick is even more ashamed. As a servant, he has never been able to protect the adults in times of danger. He is so useless. Fortunately, there is no danger. The Gods Bless him!
"Sir, I... I... I'm going to avenge you!", Podrick tightly held the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Tyrion looked at his little attendant, with scrutiny in his eyes... The little boy didn't seem to be acting? He was both timid and brave?
Tyrion feels that the little boy may not only be a little "toy" used for fun, but it seems that he can also be trusted a little.
"Podrick·Pine, there are only one hundred people, don't forget Lannister's family skills, Lion's roar, all the enemies were so scared that they ran away and peeed."
Saying that, Tyrion reached out and patted the little attendant's arm, sighing, "How do you think dozens of Gold Cloaks could escape on their own? I saved you guys!"
People behind Red Cloaks: "..."
Podrick admires him very much. "Sir, you are so awesome. Thank you for your rescue. I... am so ashamed."
Tyrion was very satisfied with Podrick's reaction. He grabbed Podrick kindly and decided to reward this lovely attendant.
"Pod, let me give you a taste of **** tonight... hmm? What's that look in your eyes? Do you want to reject my kindness? Aren't you afraid Roar of the Lion?"
In the evening, on the way to Red Keep, Gryn stopped his horse. He signaled the guards to stand by and led a Gao Zhuang soldier carrying a Ice giant sword toward another place.
Gryn came to a relatively private house with few people nearby and a wide view.
Seeing Gryn pushing the door in, Varys was all smiles, and Gryn greeted him.
After sitting down, Varys personally poured a glass of wine and placed it in front of Gryn's table.
"Lord Gryn, Smokeberry Brown Wine from Myr."
After saying that, Varys first picked up his wine glass and took a sip. He squinted his eyes slightly. He seemed to enjoy the taste of the wine.
Gryn raised the glass and took a sip. It was smooth and not astringent.
Varys smiled and said, "How is it?"
Gryn's lips curled up slightly and he praised, "The sweetness is moderate and the aftertaste is moderate. Master Varys, your new hobby is enviable."
Varys chuckled, and he seemed to be using laughter to cover up his unconcealable pride. "Having a new hobby, it also feels like trying a new life. I never dreamed that my Little Bird that people hate will finally have a new use."
Varys sighed, "Fine wine, delicious food, all kinds of fine wine, all kinds of delicious food. I didn't expect that these things that I usually don't notice can actually make me sleep peacefully."
Gryn's eyes trembled slightly. He raised his glass and said, "Master Varys, congratulations."
Varys smiled and shook his head. He changed the topic. The two of them met in private not to share a small hobby.
"Lord Gryn, my Little Bird happened to hear some interesting news."
Gryn raised his eyebrows, put down his wine glass, and looked at Varys.
"Illegitimate child."
After saying that, Varys looked at Gryn motionless, the smile on his fat face gradually deepened.
Gryn murmured, "Illegitimate son..."
After a pause, he whispered, "Joffrey?"
After Gryn finished speaking, Varys was stunned for a moment. The next moment, the smile on his face disappeared, he glanced left and right, leaned forward, and whispered, "You know?"
Gryn shrugged slightly. "Sir Varys, this is nothing."
Varys breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Lord Gryn, rumors are just rumors after all. Don't take them seriously. It's too dangerous."
"I understand, we are our own people, so I did not hide my suspicion from you, Master Varys."
Varys nodded slightly, showing a kind expression.
After a pause, he suddenly said, "I'm talking about the illegitimate child from the north."
Gryn frowned and said, "Ned Duke's illegitimate son, Jon·Snow?"
Varys's eyes sparkled. "Gryn, with your wisdom, have you never doubted that illegitimate child?"
Gryn said doubtfully, "It's just an illegitimate child, so what..."
After a moment of pause, his eyes moved slightly and his voice became more serious. "Did you hear something?"
The two looked at each other for a while, and Varys smiled slightly, "That child left King's Landing early this morning, and his destination is Essos opposite Narrow Sea."
Gryn nodded. "I also know about this matter. It was the arrangement of Duke Ned. He thinks it will be safer over there."
He sighed and continued, "Jon's sword skills are very good. I originally wanted to accept him as my attendant, but it's a pity."
Varys held the wide cuff with one hand and picked up the golden wine bottle with the other hand.
As he poured the wine, he said, "They are here to protect you."
Gryn took the wine bottle from Varys and said, "Sir Varys, why do you say that?"
Varys made a gesture of invitation and said slowly, "That child did something very strange before he left."
He took a sip of wine and continued, "That kid kept asking about old stories in various taverns. He is very smart, but a little inexperienced. My Little Bird soon discovered something unusual about him."
"Essos's..."
Gryn stopped talking and denied this possibility. He looked at Varys: "If this were really the case, you wouldn't call it abnormal."
Varys smiled, "Lord Gryn, you are very smart. Of course my Little Bird will not be attracted to such things."
After a pause, his voice seemed to be mixed with emotion, and he continued, "He specifically went to look for older people who drank too much, and he generously paid for the drinks. That child seemed to be looking for his parents who had been separated since he was a child. It's really heartbreaking."
Gryn's eyes moved. "Jon is looking for his biological mother?"
He thought for a while and then asked, "Could it be... which family his mother is from?"
Varys's eyes observed every expression and movement of Gryn: "That child is very smart. The person he really wants to inquire about is hidden among the many names, but the names of two of them are really too conspicuous."
"Whose name?"
"One is Lyanna·Stark. The other is..."
Varys met Gryn's gaze and said word by word, "Rhaegar·Targaryen."
After Varys finished speaking, Gryn seemed to suddenly think of something and whispered to himself, "How is it possible..."
Varys withdrew his gaze from Gryn. He stared at the wine in the glass and sighed, "Yeah, it's really unexpected..."
Gryn looked at the round window in the house, where the afterglow of the setting sun cast a light golden color.
Gryn said, "Lyanna, Rhaegar, illegitimate son."
Varys interfaced. "False Spring, Dorne Tower of Joy, an illegitimate child."
Gryn's eyes turned to Varys: "Without your prompts, even if you put these clues in front of me, I would probably not be able to think of anything else. Your wisdom is really admirable."
Gryn caressed her chest. "Also... thank you very much for being honest with me, Master Varys"
"It's just a little trick in intelligence gathering..."
Varys nodded slightly and showed a kind smile, "We are allies, so naturally we should help each other."
Outside the door, Gryn looked at the sky. The clouds on the horizon were dyed in rich warm colors, golden, orange, deep purple... like a delicate canvas.
Gryn tapped his chin towards the sword-bearing soldier standing aside and took steps forward.
Since the last King's Landing riot, Varys has naturally gained a hobby, which is tasting fine wines from all over the world.
Varys When we met with him privately, he was happy to share the new wines he collected, which were different every time.
Not counting today, Gryn has already tasted three wines from Essos at Varys: the first time was Ghiscari's yellow wine, the second time was Meereen's apricot wine, and the third time was Volantis's sweet wine.
Varys deliberately created that moment of relaxation without leaving any trace, and also made him get used to that moment of relaxation without leaving any trace... Will the wine in the cup be replaced by poisonous wine one day?
Gryn looked around, the evening breeze blew over his cheeks, bringing with it a hint of coolness... The corners of his mouth curved slightly... One day this will be a good place to bury someone.
Gryn When he returned to the team and mounted his horse, the color of the sky gradually became darker, and the dark blue night was dotted with stars.
"Let's go."
Gryn sat on the horse and looked at the looming silhouette of Red Keep in the distance... Since Little Bird of Varys has set his sights on Jon, it will be difficult for him to escape from the palm of Spider.
Are the four descendants of Targaryen about to gather together? Thinking of this, Gryn's brown eyes trembled.
Gryn pulled the reins and adjusted the direction of the horse... King's Landing's food crisis is getting worse and worse, and in the future it is very likely that the only way to stabilize public order is through suppression.
King's Landing...Essos...Targaryen...Vale...
Lord Gryn misses Robert I very much, his loyalty remains unchanged, and he dare not forget the important task left to him by the former king.
Vale, Eyrie.
When Catelyn·Tully arrived at Eyrie, the sun had already risen high.
Bachelor Maester Colemon, who was thin, looked uneasy, had too little hair, and had a too long neck, helped Catelyn out of Sky Cell Basket.
Bachelor Maester Colemon wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve and said, "Lady Catelyn, your arrival is really a surprise. Your sister is very happy to hear the news of your visit."
Catelyn glanced back at Sky Cell Basket and said, "I never thought that one day I would go up the mountain with Luobo."
She looked at Bachelor Maester Colemon, and then said, "Bachelor Maester Colemon, where is my sister Lysa who you said you are looking forward to seeing so much?"
Maester Colemon Bachelor's face became nervous, and he said respectfully, "Lady Catelyn, I have brought a message to your sister, and she asked you to wake her up as soon as you arrive."
Catelyn tightened the brown cloak around her body and said, "She must have slept very soundly last night."
Bachelor Catelyn and Maester Colemon left the winch room where Sky Cell Basket was operating, and stopped when they approached Spiral Stair.
When she noticed the figure she saw, Catelyn blinked in disbelief. She wanted to confirm whether it was an illusion.
She saw Petyr·Baelish, dressed neatly, standing in front with his hands behind his back and a gentle face.
"Littlefinger?"
Petyr waved towards Bachelor Maester Colemon, his voice was both hoarse and elegant. "Bachelor Maester Colemon, leave this to me."
Hearing this, Bachelor Maester Colemon looked at Catelyn. Seeing that she had no objection, he leaned slightly and left.
Petyr took a step forward and approached Catelyn who was standing there.
"Cat, we haven't seen each other for a long time. How many years has it been?"
Catelyn looked at Petyr in front of her. In her memory, Petyr used to be a thin boy, but now he has become a thin man. He is a little shorter than herself. He has a little beard on his chin and a few silver threads in his black hair, but his appearance is as sharp as she remembered, and he has those gray-green eyes full of smiles.
Catelyn ignored the intimacy in Petyr's words. "Why are you here?"
"I am the reinforcement of Lady Lysa..."
Petyr first answered Catelyn casually, and then said with concern, "You look very bad, you need to rest."
Petyr stared at Cat, who was in his heart, her eyes were like the blue sea water, and she became more beautiful, elegant and even more charming.
Petyr's hand slowly reached towards Catelyn's cheek. She frowned and took a step back. His hand stopped in mid-air and trembled slightly unnoticeably.