Silent night, soft candlelight.
"Exhibition match?"
Gryn nodded and said, "Miss Margaery, it's like a troupe performance. The performance is not necessarily real. We can treat the arena challenge a few days ago as a sword performance."
Margaery's brown eyes moved and said, "Lord Gryn, please continue."
"Difficulties are accompanied by opportunities. We just need to change its name. What happened before happened for a reason.
For example, these six-day challenge arena was actually a grand Tournament that Miss Margaery personally prepared secretly for the Reach swordsmen.
As Miss Margaery·Tyrell of Light of Highgarden, you, who were raised by Wisdom of Highgarden, ignited the passion of all the swordsmen of the Reach in a harmless way, and gathered Highgarden for the glory of the Reach."
After a pause, Gryn continued, "You still have two irrefutable proofs to prove this. First, the sword has no eyes, but so many people were defeated in the past, but they were only slightly injured at most.
Second, it's me, Gryn·Lord Crabb, who is directly employed by Ms. Margaery·Tyrell, because my identity is just right and can most easily resonate with the Reach swordsmen.
So this will not be misunderstood as deception, everyone will feel that this is a rare and interesting event the Reach."
Gryn leaned forward, with a smile on his lips, and lowered his voice. "I promise that all the swordsmen I defeated in the ring will be grateful to you. You single-handedly restored their honor."
Gryn's method was even better than what she planned.
If everything goes well, she, Margaery·Tyrell, will be the biggest beneficiary.
She will not only be Light of Highgarden, but also Light of the Reach.
Lord Gryn's wisdom is not weaker than his sword skills.
While feeling happy, Margaery·Tyrell also remembered his grandmother's teachings. Although he didn't show it on the surface, he did not relax his vigilance towards Gryn in his heart.
Margaery·Tyrell feels that Lord Gryn's words are too pleasant to the ears, and it is easy for people to get lost without realizing it.
Gryn ignored Margaery's fleeting warning and took the initiative to speak, "Miss Margaery, is this your first time hosting Tournament?"
Margaery·Tyrell nodded slightly. "Strictly speaking, this is indeed the first time."
Gryn spread his hands. "In the past, Tourney only had one champion, and it became more cruel towards the end. This is not in line with the kindness of Light of the Reach."
Margaery·Tyrell The elk-like brown flashed with a bright light and asked, "Lord Gryn, do you have a proper solution?"
Gryn replied, "This is an event held by you. Because of your kindness, it will naturally be different from the past. This Tournament will also let people know you better. In the past, there was only one champion, so it was cruel. What if ten champions will be born this time?"
Margaery·Tyrell couldn't help but ask, "Ten champions?"
Gryn nodded. "Ten champions, enthusiasm increases tenfold, cruelty decreases tenfold."
Can it be calculated like this? Margaery·Tyrell was even more confused.
Gryn continued, "Naturally, the name cannot be called champion, because as long as it is a champion, there will only be one, which will be misleading, which is not good for you."
Yes, I do think so! Margaery·Tyrell nodded secretly.
"Just call it Ten Blades."
After thinking for a while, Margaery·Tyrell asked, "Ten sword blades?"
"Yes, Miss Margaery, ten the Reach swords will be born in the Tournament hosted by you personally. In the future, they will be the ten swords that protect the Reach. Because of you, their names will be famous throughout Westeros."
After Gryn finished speaking, Margaery·Tyrell ignored his vigilance towards Gryn, his chest heaved and his breathing became heavy.
Margaery·Tyrell, who had calmed down, looked directly at Gryn, and Gryn noticed the unabashed admiration in Margaery·Tyrell's eyes.
Margaery·Tyrell stood up from the chair, raised his skirt slightly towards Gryn with both hands, nodded and said, "Margaery·Tyrell, I will never forget Gryn·Lord Crabb's help."
Gryn stood up and stroked his chest in return.
Gryn can't help but admire, Little Rose is a female power player who knows how to win people's hearts. Her behavior is uniquely pleasing to the eyes of a woman, but she has a courage that is not inferior to that of men.
Gryn actively made suggestions and was finally rewarded by Little Rose.
Margaery·Tyrell brought 3000 Gold Dragon in the name of Highgarden, and finally left it to Gryn in the name of Little Rose.
[Process of arming Crackclaw Point +1]
This is a private thank you from Little Rose and needs to be kept confidential.
Gryn expressed his understanding generously, which was exactly what he wanted. It would be easy for Boss Cersei to misunderstand this kind of thing.
House Golden Rose has done a full show, and now Pufferfish Lord is indeed "arranged" to patrol the territory outside Highgarden.
Margaery·Tyrell informed Gryn before leaving that Lord Mace was on his way back and could be received the day after tomorrow at the latest.
After Little Rose left, Gryn immediately arranged for someone to take down the slogan hanging on the ring.
Gryn does not need to participate in the following matters, Rose Team will arrange it on its own.
Red Keep, late at night.
Lancel was tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep.
Lancel wondered if he had been poisoned. Whenever he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with images of Cersei Queen.
Lancel's emotions are very complicated. Was he too decisive in rejecting just now?
As time went by, among Lancel's various emotions, one emotion called regret spread rapidly.
Reward... as long as I handle things to her satisfaction...Lancel hurriedly shook his head and hurriedly dismissed any further thoughts.
Lancel I don't know when I fell asleep, but I had warm dreams all night long.
Jaime·Lannister is in a hidden place of King's Landing.
Jaime·Lannister needs to be investigated secretly, but he is too eye-catching. It is difficult for him to hide his whereabouts during the day. Only at night can he easily avoid the eyes and ears of others.
The bag filled with coins was thrown out by Jaime.
A dark figure caught the money bag, nodded, and left.
Pointing to Riverlands again!
Jaime had to perform his duties during the day and collect information at night, which made Jaime feel tired after running around for many days.
Jaime scratched his hair. The more he inquired, the more confused he became.
Although Gryn advised Jaime not to worry about this kind of thing, he wanted to deal with the danger lurking around Cersei as soon as possible, and he couldn't bear to let Cersei get hurt at all.
Therefore, for Jaime, the sooner it can be solved, the better.
It would be great if Little Baron were here...Jaime believes that with the information he has collected now, Gryn can definitely deduce something, and even directly lock in the behind-the-scenes.
Maybe it's because of being extremely tired tonight that Jaime misses Gryn who is in Highgarden.
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