Petyr spread his hands and said, "It's a pity that the distance is too far and I missed a wonderful gambling game."
Varys smiled and said, "I also agree. Tourney lacks the gambling game of Master of Coin, but it loses one point of excitement."
Petyr and Varys looked at each other and smiled.
After a pause, Varys regained some of his smile and said, "Sir Petyr, how is Lord Jon's recovery?"
Petyr's eyes were deep and his shoulders were slightly shrugged. "Master Varys, this is no secret. Lord Stannis has been here before. It was not a pleasant meeting. I can only say that it is getting better."
Varys sighed softly, "I heard it too. Although I know the specific content, Lord Stannis was met by many people when he left, and everyone had speculations in their hearts."
Petyr shook his head, his tone revealing helplessness. "There is no way, Lord Stannis has always been upright."
Varys's tone was still unhurried. "Are you trying to say that being upright is scary?"
Petyr's eyes twitched, his lips curled up, and he said, "In fact, everyone admires Lord Stannis deep in their hearts."
Varys nodded and said, "This shows that there is still good in people's hearts."
Petyr's smile froze for a moment, his eyes flickered, and he said, "Sir Varys, it seems that you like Lord Stannis very much."
Varys held hands together. "My thoughts are not important, I am just one of the small ones."
Petyr's smile did not diminish, "Lord Stannis is always in a hurry. For everyone's sake, it seems that we will try to retain him next time."
Varys smiled and replied, "This requires your wisdom."
Petyr leaned on the back of the chair and spread his hands. "Perhaps if we send away all the female slaves of King's Landing, it can make Lord Stannis feel a little better? We all know that he doesn't like female slaves."
Varys smiled and shook his head, "Then we will never see King Robert again in King's Landing. We need to make a choice after all."
Petyr smiled and changed the topic, "Sir Varys, it seems that we need your help this time. Lord Hand is more concerned."
Varys stood up from the chair, nodded and said, "I am happy to help. My Little Bird will ensure that Lord Gryn receives the care of Lord Jon."
Petyr thanked him with a smile, but his smile did not reach his eyes.
Highgarden Castle.
Gryn finally met Pufferfish Lord, whom he had longed for.
Mace·Tyrell The Duke has curly brown hair and a burly figure that is a bit fat, but he still looks handsome.
Judging from the appearance, Lord Mace, who has extraordinary bearing, is worthy of being the leader of House Golden Rose.
Gryn glanced at Little Rose who was standing with Lord Mace, saluted Lord Mace, and said, "Good day, Lord Duke, I am The envoy of His Highness Queen, Chief Steward of Queen, Baron of The Whispers, your admirer Gryn·Crabb, it is a great honor to meet you."
My admirer? Lord Mace's first impression of Gryn is pretty good.
Margaery's brown eyes moved slightly, first he glanced at Gryn who seemed to be suppressing his excitement, and then at his father who was relatively calm, maintaining a decent smile and remaining silent.
Lord Mace's voice was deep, rich and magnetic. "Welcome, Gryn·Lord Crabb."
Gryn stroked his chest and nodded. "The reputation of the Duke resounds throughout King's Landing. I am ordered to express my sincere greetings to you on behalf of Cersei Queen."
Lord Mace nodded and said, "Please thank His Highness Queen for me, and House Tyrell thanks His Highness Queen for your care."
After the formal greetings, Gryn sat down at the invitation of Lord Mace.
Lord Mace, who had seen strong winds and waves, was a little unaccustomed to it, and Gryn looked at him with admiration.
Lord Mace secretly thought, after all, he is a young man and does not know how to restrain his emotions.
Unconsciously, Lord Mace's favorable impression of Gryn increased by one.
Lord Gryn seems to really admire his father... Observer Little Rose feels that he has learned another lesson today.
Gryn said respectfully, "I grew up listening to your stories and have always longed to meet you. When I learned that Cersei Queen was going to send an envoy to Highgarden, I immediately recommended myself. Please forgive me for my presumption."
Lord Mace looked calm and just said in confusion, "Oh?"
Gryn leaned forward slightly. "The war that has passed for fifteen years, because it has been a long time, I started to understand, I heard it from my mother countless times."
Lord Mace seems to be recalling. "Has it been fifteen years? Time passes by inadvertently."
Lord Mace looked at Margaery sitting aside and said, "Margaery was not even born at that time..."
Lord Mace lamented. "Although there was a lot of luck in that war, there were also too many misfortunes."
Margaery looked at his father with worried eyes and patted his big hand comfortingly.
Gryn raised his eyebrows, Lord Mace Is this premature aging?
Gryn spoke at the right time, "Your Majesty, don't worry, you have tried your best, and your military achievements will not be buried forever. At least Crackclaw Point men has always understood your difficulties."
Hearing this, Lord Mace and Margaery looked at Gryn at the same time, their eyes a little complicated.
Gryn's expression remained unchanged, he sighed softly and said, "You may not know much about how heavy the casualties Crackclaw Point suffered in that war. I can only say that they fought until the last moment for loyalty and honor.
Because of that war, more than half of the nobles of Crackclaw Point died, and many surnames even disappeared forever... Now I am the only male left in House Crabb.
Survivors, my mother often said, if Dragon House was willing to use Lord Mace's strategy at that time, maybe King's Landing's Iron Throne would still be the same."
During the narration, Gryn shook his head slightly and continued, "I'm just sorry that they are not willing to listen to your command. It can be said that Dragon House lost because of their stubbornness."
Lord Mace seemed to be distracted by Gryn's words.
Not long after, Lord Mace recovered his senses and coughed lightly, waving his hands to signal the attendants around him to exit the hall.
Margaery blinked and said, "Lord Gryn, your words can easily be misunderstood. You are now King Robert's vassal."
Gryn stroked his chest and said, "Thank you Miss Margaery for reminding me. When I met the Duke today, my original intention was to ask Lord Mace for military advice. When we talked about old things, I couldn't help but sigh... Please forgive me for my rashness."
Lord Mace said with a smile, "It doesn't matter. After all, it has passed. We are just discussing military matters. No one will really care."
After a pause, he asked again, "I have gotten to know you a little bit. You are very good. At a young age, you were able to lead an army alone to defeat 20 times the coalition force and regain the clan's territory. Well, so you know that war very well?"
Lord Mace's eyes are encouraging and he can say... Just say more!
Gryn nods his head, I understand!
First of all, I would like to thank you all for your concern!
I need to keep up for another day. I had a hard time coding this chapter with one eye. I only updated 5555 today.
This book will be on the shelves this Friday. Due to the unexpected delay, I will try my best to increase the quantity while ensuring the quality.