What?!
Something had happened to the king? The smile on Hand Mace's face froze instantly.
The next moment, he suspected that the seemingly composed red priest before him could not be trusted—mere White Walkers could never be Gryn's match!
Across the Seven Kingdoms, only he and Gryn stood at the pinnacle of military art!
Well, White Walkers naturally did not belong to the Seven Kingdoms, but they were nothing more than stupid pigs that knew only how to charge forward!
"Shut up, you damned Myrman!"
The usually elegant Lord of Highgarden rarely cursed. Thoros raised his voice slightly. "They need reinforcements over there, Lord Hand—" As his words fell, everyone's gazes turned toward him, and the surroundings gradually quieted.
Could this red priest truly not be trying to deceive them? But how had the White Walkers crossed the Wall?!
"Lord Hand, the king is in grave danger..." Thoros lowered his voice again.
Hand Mace subconsciously glanced around, then broke into hearty laughter. "King's Landing's transport ships have run into a little trouble, but it is nothing serious. White Harbor has already arranged carriages, and our reserves are plentiful enough for our needs."
The Hand of the Seven Kingdoms' explanation sounded somewhat superfluous, yet it successfully reassured most of those around him, except for Count Mathis Rowan. Because he stood closest, words such as fallen and reinforcements happened to reach Count Mathis's ears.
A flicker of hesitation first crossed his stern face. Count Mathis knew full well that since he had privately resigned as Master of Ships (Chapter 595), his liege lord had been deeply dissatisfied with him. If not for the fact that he was the head of House Rowan in the Reach and had earned King Crabb's trust, he would have long since been cast out of the inner