Gryn·Crabb smiled and said, "When you try Crackclaw Point's sour red wine, you will like it immediately."
After speaking, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine.
Tyrion·Lannister's eyes moved slightly, he smiled and said, "Stannis took away Royal Fleet, Blackwater Bay has become his back garden, and he can attack King's Landing at any time... Haha, does King's Landing look like a ** lying obediently on the bed waiting to be fucked by him?"
Gryn joked, "Then you have to be nice and use all your skills to please him."
Poof! Tyrion couldn't help but spit out the wine in his mouth, coughing and laughing at the same time.
"I'll let him taste the power of Lannister Giants!"
Tyrion laughed for a while again. He rubbed his belly and suddenly said seriously, "Gryn, Cersei sent you out for Stannis?"
Gryn shook the wine glass for a moment, and his brown eyes looked at Tyrion who was staring at him closely. "How did you know?"
Tyrion shook his hand. "Don't get me wrong, no one snitched."
He pointed to his head and continued, "My old sister is used to getting things first, and then conferring awards to others based on her own mood. Gryn, Cersei's conferment on you is quite sudden. I tried to guess, and it seems that I guessed it right."
Gryn tapped his chin and said, "Tyrion, this is a secret."
Tyrion nodded solemnly, pinched his chin and said in deep thought, "Can Crackclaw Point's horse run on the sea?"
Gryn put down his wine glass and said seriously, "Our transaction can begin, Tyrion."
"Start with Cersei's stupid military order?"
"For me it's like this, I need a good excuse to go Vale."
"Gryn, I found out that my sister is not a complete idiot. To be honest... it's hard. I don't want to break my promise to you."
"Tyrion, you should know who is the only person Queen Regent Cersei cannot stop."
"My kind father? No, he is not here at King's Landing... my good nephew?"
Gryn nodded slightly, picked up the jug and poured wine into Tyrion's wine glass. "When Robert I named Jaime as Warden of the East, King Joffrey was very dissatisfied with Vale's arrogance. He wanted to reward Eyrie Little Lord A chance to compete fairly with his sword skills."
Tyrion's wine glass was filled, he put down the wine bottle and continued, "With the House Arryn secrets we are going to reveal, he will have even more reasons to be angry."
"Haaah..."
Tyrion's voice was full of sarcasm. "My good nephew really knows how to pick his opponents."
Gryn shrugged. "Tyrion, Joffrey has always wanted to show off his martial prowess in front of everyone after getting on Iron Throne. This is also a good opportunity to ease the relationship between your nephew and uncle."
Tyrion raised a glass to drink and quietly glanced at Gryn, a trace of caution flashed in his eyes.
After a pause, he said casually, "With your wisdom, it would be easier to ask Cersei for help."
Gryn glanced at Tyrion who was testing him, and said calmly, "Tyrion, you should know Queen Regent Cersei's character very well. She doesn't like anyone to escape her control."
Tyrion grinned. "Gryn, you can actually describe my sister's selfishness so nicely."
Taking a sip of wine, he added, "That's right, your revenge plan must come second to Cersei's efforts to consolidate her son's rule, unless..."
Gryn's eyes trembled, and he continued, "I never thought about that kind of thing. Any lie will eventually be exposed one day, Tyrion."
"You are such a reassuring guy!"
Tyrion sighed with emotion at first, then he raised his glass and gestured to Gryn, saying, "The deal is done, Lord Gryn."
Gryn also raised his glass. "Happy cooperation, Tyrion Hand of the King."
Tyrion grinned happily. "I will have a good communication with my nephew, the king, at the right time. My nephew doesn't like my uncle, but my uncle still loves him."
After a pause, he suddenly said, "I feel like the older he gets, the more he looks like Cersei. I think Joffrey is more suitable to be called Cersei II. Seven is a very humorous old man."
Gryn smiled, "After all, they are mother and son, so this makes sense."
Tyrion's upper body tilted towards Gryn, and he lowered his voice. "Can Crackclaw Point's soldiers and horses alone complete revenge? You should know House Arryn's clan language, right? Under the influence of his family, Vale nobles have become knights representing honor... Think about House Arryn How long has ruled Vale? That's thousands of years... I heard that as long as the whole Vale is a qualified family, regardless of whether it is a noble or not, it will equip horses and knight armor. Even if it cannot be canonized as a knight, it must at least look like a knight... Haha, As High as Honor."
Finally, Tyrion murmured as if sighing with emotion, "Tens of thousands of armored cavalry are terrifying to think about."
Gryn listened quietly and said with a smile, "Tyrion, thank you for your concern, but..."
As he spoke, his tone changed, and he said calmly and seriously, "You can't get revenge if you are too rational, and it is very difficult for me to have such a good opportunity again."
Tyrion nodded in agreement. "In the past, there really would have been no chance for one-on-one competition... Now everyone is very busy, and with Lady Lysa giving everyone a surprise, it is indeed a very rare opportunity."
Tyrion reached out and patted Gryn, then said, "Be more flexible when the time comes. Don't imitate my brother Jaime. Your knight's glory sometimes gives me a headache."
They chatted in some more details and then came to the topic of Commander of the Gold Cloaks.
Gryn said, "Tyrion, what is your impression of Sir Jacelyn·Bywater?"
Tyrion spread his hands and said, "Gryn, I have to say that you have a burning gaze. He is a reassuring guy. I like Ser Jacelyn."
After saying that, he scratched his hair and said, "I haven't thought of a good way yet to make my sister like Ser Jacelyn as much as I do."
Gryn tapped the wine glass with his slender fingers and said, "Tyrion, you can ask Ser Lancel for help."
Tyrion shook his head and said, "Lancel Since that boy was named a knight, he has been imitating sister Cersei's arrogance all day long. My well-behaved cousin has disappeared long ago."
Gryn pointed to his head and said, "Tyrion, move it and think again."
Seeing that Gryn was not joking, Tyrion suppressed the smile on his face and began to think. After a moment of silence, his eyes suddenly moved and he looked at Gryn in disbelief.
Gryn met Tyrion's gaze and nodded slightly.
Tyrion was stunned for a while, he leaned back on the chair, raised his eyes to the roof, and said sadly, "It's really unfair, Cersei When my sister loves her brother, she only forgets about my well-behaved brother."
Gryn ignored Tyrion's acting and said directly, "Is there any way now?"
Tyrion grinned. "Lancel·Lannister will soon be the good cousin I know... well, he can still help me..."
With that said, Tyrion looked at Gryn and asked, "Why don't you keep it for yourself?"
Gryn's eyes were full of disgust. "Lord Hand, if I were you, I would be moved to tears and express my gratitude at this moment."
Tyrion laughed and said, "Your generous Lord Earl, if you don't mind, please accept a kiss from me."
Gryn was even more disgusted. "I refuse, I don't want to have nightmares."
Tyrion clutched his stomach and laughed. After a while, he finally managed to stop laughing, but he was still out of breath.
Gryn smiled and handed the wine glass to Tyrion. He took a deep breath and took a big gulp.
Gryn patted Tyrion's arm and said, "Tyrion, my friend, don't put too much pressure on yourself, you are not alone."
Crackclaw Point, Whispers.
With a bang, the letter crow from King's Landing landed lightly on the wide windowsill, and a pair of fat hands untied the letter from it.
Maester Al's study door was pushed open, and Samwell·House Tarly's fat figure appeared. He panted and said, "Maester Al, Red Keep's letter."
After delivering the letter, Samwell, who was rumored to have lost two pounds during his westward exercise, wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Maester Al glanced at the seal on the beeswax and unfolded the letter solemnly.
Samwell saw Maester Al staring at the letter without moving, so he cautiously said, "Maester Al, are you okay?"
Maester Al first tapped the corners of his eyes with his thumb, then raised his head and said tremblingly, "My child, House Crabb is the legal Crackclaw Point ruling family."
"The Gods bless you.", Samwell took the letter from Maester Al's hand with a look of surprise.
As he watched, Samwell couldn't help but read out his voice, his voice getting louder and louder. "Crackclaw Point Earl...Crackclaw Point protects... Governor Crackclaw Point... inherit this glory for generations to come!"
Samwell was very excited. "Maester Al, our Lord Gryn is really a madam..."
Maester Al calmly ordered, "Samwell, you go find the housekeeper Herschel and go now."
"Okay, okay...", Samwell temporarily lost the ability to think, and just did what he was told habitually.
After Samwell left, Maester Al hummed the traditional song of Crackclaw Point, moved tremblingly to the bookshelf, and pulled out the book recording the history of the Crabb family.
Sitting back at the table, Maester Al opened a new chapter in the book. He picked up the quill and dipped it in ink.
After pondering for a while, Maester Al smiled and waved the quill in his hand...Westerosi Calendar 298...
A small port in Essos.
Jon·Snow twisted hard like an eel, and kicked the man who caught him hard with his back heel. There was a scream from behind, and after breaking free, he pulled out his sword and strode towards the other man who was turning over his own baggage.
"Outlander, I advise you to stop immediately."
Jon's eyes flashed with anger. "I gave you two a chance."
"You... you... what are you going to do?"
With a squeaking sound, Jon's sword quickly passed by, blood spraying out. Then he turned sideways to dodge the attack from behind, and plunged the long sword into the body of the sneak attacker.
Jon frowned and glanced at the two villains who were entangled after getting off the boat, and raised his eyes to the sky. As evening approached, the sun began to set, and the clouds were dyed with a circle of pink and orange, like a blooming flower.
Jon heard other people talking about True Dragon in the tavern at the port. It was rumored that there was a city-state called Qarth going south, which is now ruled by Targaryen True Dragon.
Viserys·Targaryen...Daenerys·Targaryen... Are they the two people who survived the war more than ten years ago?
Father's brother and sister... Is he going to meet his people?
No! He is still an illegitimate child. No one will regard a despicable illegitimate child as their relative... Perhaps, he is destined to be alone.
Jon closed his eyelids and took a slow breath. If he was really destined to be lonely, he would turn loneliness into strength.
Jon When he opened his eyes again, he had driven away the sadness in his heart. He picked up the bag that fell on the ground and put it on his shoulders.
His eyes are looking westward. On a strange continent, he will abandon his past self and start a new life.
Jon took a step forward, thinking as he walked... Does he need a new name? What should he call it?
"You have good skills, stranger!"
A young man's voice suddenly came, and Jon stopped in his tracks. He held the handle of the sword and followed the sound with wary eyes.
Two figures appeared in Jon's sight, one was slender and the other was tall and strong.
Jon stared at the two people walking towards him slowly, and calmly assumed a fighting posture.
The young man chuckled, spread his hands and said, "We don't mean any harm."
The young man who spoke seemed to be about the same age as himself. He had blue hair and a gentle smile on his handsome face.
Next to the blue-haired young man, there is an older man with orange-red hair and a thick beard.
The blue-haired young man explained patiently, "This is our first time here, and we happened to find that you were being followed by two sneaky people, so we came to take a look..."
He glanced into the distance and said with a smile, "It seems that you have solved the trouble you encountered."
Jon took his hand away from the sword handle and said, "They are robbers."
The big man with orange hair said in a rough voice, "Well done, they deserve it."
The blue-haired young man nodded. "I agree, I think the same way."
After a pause, he added, "Let me get to know you, my name is Little Gryphon. I have been living in a homeless place with my strict father since I was a child. Recently, I have been practicing everywhere to increase my knowledge according to my father's requirements."
The big man with orange hair then said, "My name is Rory, I am the son of the Smith, and now I am the guard hired by Little Gryphon."
"My name is Jon, from Westeros. I am here to... gain experience?" Jon said in an uncertain tone at the end.
Little Gryphon couldn't help laughing, "After a while, maybe you will know what you should do, Jon."
Rory laughed heartily from the side.
"Maybe you are right.", Jon looked at the two of them and smiled.