Just as Crabb's Lands had thought about the food issue, Herschel started to have a headache about another issue in the territory.
As Thorn Legion's reputation grows, Spearwifes of Crabb act more and more fiercely.
Herschel's housekeeper, who also serves as the governor of Mermaid Harbor, received reports from Constable that Mermaid Harbor had already taken several cases of Spearwife forcibly taking away men.
With the operation of Mermaid Harbor, there are more and more outsiders every day, and the "injured" men are often these outsiders.
Facing the tough Crabb Spear-wife, most men would be really helpless.
The only thing that can comfort Herschel is that the men who were "injured" by Spearwife are too embarrassed to publicize their experiences everywhere, and they will actively keep their mouths shut, which will not affect Mermaid Harbor's reputation for a while.
According to the lord's vision, most of Crabb Territory's trade will be concentrated in Mermaid Harbor in the future.
Therefore, there can be no delay and must be dealt with in time. Mermaid Harbor will be affected sooner or later if time passes.
Herschel is no stranger to this kind of bullying behavior.
Because of the culture of carrying people, it has always existed in Crabb Territory.
According to the knowledge passed down orally from generation to generation in the Herschel family, in order to "adapt" to the aristocratic circle and improve the "image" of the territory, the previous generations of Crabb family heads have been deliberately managing this atmosphere of being a leader.
But at that time, Crabb Territory, now called the old land by Crabb, had a vast territory and dispersed residents. In addition, Crabb's ancestors were not good at governance and had always been superficial. This custom was still prevalent in private.
It wasn't until after Usurper's War, Gryn's mother Lady Crabb led the tribe to move to the current New Lands, and the people who followed gathered together and issued an explicit prohibition, that there was a complete improvement.
Lady Crabb Under more than ten years of governance, this trend has almost disappeared.
Now, with more and more Wildling becoming Crabb subjects, this trend is showing signs of resurgence.
What makes Herschel feel embarrassed is that Lady Crabb only promulgated a territorial ordinance prohibiting "robbing civilian women", but not "violating civilian men"!
Thinking of Lady Crabb, Herschel thinks it's time to standardize Spearwife of Crabb!
Spearwife's "robbing civilian men" can only be restrained by the lord's personal order.
Before getting the order from Gryn, Butler Herschel could only urge Constable to strengthen patrols. Butler Herschel picked up the quill again and added this matter under the content of the letter written to Gryn.
The long Kingswood Hunt queue is slowly heading south along the avenue.
Gryn, who had just reported today's general itinerary to Cersei Queen, who looked a bit more beautiful than usual, was riding a horse side by side with Lancel.
Although not as good as Jaime, the handsome Lancel is also very popular with ladies and daughters.
Gryn, who was discriminated against by their region, was actually a little envious and jealous of Lancel.
Lancel kept smiling all the time, "Gryn, I feel like they are all secretly looking at me and even talking to me deliberately. This feeling is very strange and wonderful!"
Gryn glanced at Lancel's little face, and he felt that all the ladies should like him.
Very wonderful? Gryn thought maliciously, should he arrange it privately to deliver the innocent Lancel into the mouths of noble ladies, leaving an indelible and wonderful memory in his life.
Hum hum hum!
Lancel lowered his voice and said, "Don't worry, Gryn, I will remember your warning and I will keep a good distance."
Gryn, who straightened his waist, nodded slightly. "I believe you can handle it."
Hearing the affirmation in Gryn's words, Lancel was very happy and nodded heavily.
Lancel raised his eyebrows and asked Gryn: "Gryn, how are you doing? I remember you don't have a fiancée yet, right? Yesterday, I saw that you have been patrolling the team, have you met anyone who makes you attracted?"
Gryn moved the horse rope slightly, adjusted the direction of the horse, and said, "They are not suitable for me, I don't want to waste time."
Lancel's handsome face changed into a puzzled expression. "Isn't it appropriate?"
Gryn turned his head and looked at Lancel: "I just regained my family's old land, and my territory will not be stable in a short time."
Lancel nodded slightly, and Gryn continued, "Crownlands Nobles live as comfortably as sheep. Sheep's daughters cannot adapt to the mountains and forests full of wild beasts."
Lancel agrees very much, they House Lannister are like a pride of lions, while Crownlands nobles are just like a flock of sheep in front of Lannister.
Alas, Gryn was right, his father would never approve of him looking for a mate among the sheep.
Lancel feels that Gryn's marriage is not as easy as it seems on his face.
Simple Lancel secretly felt sorry for Gryn, my sister was too young, otherwise they would definitely be suitable, and my father would be very satisfied Gryn.
Lancel refers to the younger sister who was born this year, Jenna·Lannister.
Lancel is sitting on a horse and thinking about it. The expressions on his face change in a variety of ways, which is very rich.
Gryn was a little speechless. He felt that Lannister of Lancel's generation had their own characteristics.
Red Keep, Tower of the Hand bedroom.
The cheeks of Duke Jon·Arryn, who were leaning on the bedside, became thinner and looked older.
Standing beside the bed, Master of Coin Petyr·Lord Baelish is reporting the kingdom's government affairs to Duke Jon·Arryn.
"Petyr, King Robert haven't come back yet?"
Lord Petyr shook his head slightly. "Your Majesty the Duke, His Majesty the King is already on his way back."
Lord Jon sighed feebly, was silent for a while, and then said, "Taxation... I won't ask about this. I believe you can handle it without me saying more. Petyr, you are a trustworthy person."
A decent smile appeared on Lord Petyr's face and he nodded in thanks.
"Petyr, you are someone I trust. Due to my physical condition, I have to consider my funeral in advance. Who do you think is suitable to take over Hand of the King after me?"
Lord Petyr's eyes trembled slightly. "Your Excellency, Grand Maester Pycelle promised me that you will get better soon."
Lord Petyr's words comforted Lord Jon unconsciously.
Lord Jon nodded slightly. "Life is like the weather, unpredictable. Be prepared for everything and you will never be in a hurry. This is my responsibility."
Lord Petyr did not rush to answer Lord Jon's inquiry, but asked, "Dear Sir, do you already have a candidate?"
After thinking for a while, Lord Jon said, "Well, there is one, but it's difficult. I know him, and I don't think he will be willing to take over Hand of the King. He doesn't like the atmosphere here, but he is the most suitable for King Robert."
Is he the most suitable for King Robert? Petyr's heart moved, and he had already guessed the identity of "him" mentioned by Lord Jon.
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