Samwell and Gryn reluctantly said goodbye and took their sister and brother on their way back. The three siblings laughed all the way back.
As soon as Horn Hill, Samwell and the others had no time to clean up, they were called directly into the study by their father Randyll·House Tarly Earl.
This time my father's scolding was more severe than before, and he even wanted to drive Samwell out of Horn Hill.
Samwell was trembling all over. The confidence he had just gained had been ruthlessly and completely shattered.
With a bang, the study door was suddenly pushed open.
Samwell's mother Melissa Florent appeared at the door of the study with Talla·House Tarly and Dickon·House Tarly.
"That's enough, Randyll! I arranged it! Dickon and the others want to see Tourney. They are still young and need the protection of their brother!"
"My eldest son cannot protect his family."
Horn Hill.
The clear sky was suddenly covered, the sunlight disappeared without a trace, and the clouds in the sky became lower and lower.
Samwell·House Tarly looked at the sudden change in the weather, with empty eyes, and murmured, "It's going to rain."
The communication between Samwell and Gryn is a very rare and pleasant time for Samwell.
Samwell had no idea that Gryn, who put down his sword, was actually very knowledgeable.
Together they discuss history, myths, legends and other topics.
Gryn also put forward a point of view that still makes him excited when he thinks about it now. He said that knowledge is the sharpest blade in the world.
At that time, the cowardice in Samwell disappeared.
At that moment, Samwell's face was filled with confidence.
In the afternoon, while his father was away, Samwell went to see his mother.
Melissa Florent looked at Samwell who lowered his head and looked away, put down the embroidery in his hand, and comforted, "Samwell, it was my mistake that caused you to be blamed by your father. Mom is very sorry."
Melissa's gentle voice made Samwell's eyes turn red instantly.
"Samwell, believe mom, although father is strict, he loves you very much."
Samwell looked up at his gentle mother, with tears in the corners of his eyes. "Mom, I found the courage, I want to leave Horn Hill."
Melissa exclaimed, "Samwell, you..."
Samwell's red eyes were filled with tears, and large crystal teardrops rolled down her cheeks.
"Mom! I am a coward! But I will make you proud of me!"
Highgarden, Plant Maze.
Last night, there was a small banquet. Gryn and Lord Mace chatted and drank all night.
The dinner ended with Lord Mace falling unconscious.
Gryn was walking in the garden, the scent of roses was fragrant, but what he smelled was the smell of Gold Dragon.
Gryn found a shady wooden bench and sat down.
Gryn stretched out and leaned his back on the back of the chair.
Yesterday's banquet was small in scale, but of high standard.
After talking about the matter, it was quite late and Lord Mace unfortunately could only call the vassals who were in the castle.
Under Lord Mace's eager eyes, Gryn talked about Lord Mace's unknown art of war.
Serious Gryn is very scary, and with its self-consistent logic, many nobles at the banquet believed Gryn's words.
The cheerful Lord Mace kept stroking his beard, and the originally delicately trimmed triangular beard had changed its shape.
There will be a big banquet tonight...Gryn looked up at the white clouds in the sky, and rubbed his swollen head with his slender fingers.
Although, after a little hard work, Gryn gained a lot.
In six days of competition, I made more than a thousand Gold Dragon.
Little Rose's "consulting fee", Gryn earned three thousand Gold Dragon.
In the morning, the manager Russell reported to Gryn that he had negotiated a deal to purchase grain from Highgarden. The price was half sale and half free, and Highgarden would also be responsible for door-to-door delivery.
Thinking of this, Volume King Gryn was instantly full of blood again.
Because of Hand Jon Arryn's one-month appointment, Gryn must leave tomorrow. Tonight he will continue to clear the name of his favorite Lord Mace.
[That year Summer Gryn put his hands in his pockets and looked around, but found that there was no opponent]
Thinking of Lord Jon, Gryn's heart sharpened again, and the name of Crackclaw Point's guardianship can be put on the agenda.
Gryn knows very well that compared to Emperor Joffrey, the canonization during the period of King Robert has more gold content and is better recognized by others.
I don't know how much time passed, but Gryn, who had emptied his mind and closed his eyes to rest, moved his ears.
The voice came from not far behind Gryn.
Through the voices of their voices, Gryn has guessed the identities of several people. They are Little Rose's pillow companions and maids.
Megga Tyrell·Tyrell, who was a little fat, said loudly, "Are you still playing games?"
Megga Tyrell·Tyrell is a member from the House Golden Rose branch. She likes to play kissing games with her cousins.
Elo·Tyrell, who has a slim body and lively eyes, said, "Megga Tyrell, I'm so tired today."
Elo·Tyrell is also a member of the House Golden Rose branch.
"Well, I had so much fun last night. Now I just want to sit and do nothing."
The speaker is Menedith Crane from House Crane.
Yalan·Tyrell, who is also a member of the House Golden Rose branch, said timidly, "Since you are tired, take a rest. Miss Margaery will be busy for a while. Do you want me to play the wooden harp for you?"
Megga Tyrell·Tyrell waved his hand and said, "Okay, Yalan, aren't you tired? Let's sit down and rest for a while."
"Thank you, Megga Tyrell."
"Hey, at the banquet yesterday, did you pay attention to Lord Mace? I have never seen him so happy."
"Of course I saw it. You can see it if you have eyes."
"Megga Tyrell, why do you talk like that?"
"Don't be angry anymore, we will definitely play games with you in the afternoon."
"Well, I think it's because of that foreign guest."
"You mean the bard?"
"Bard? Hahaha!"
The sisters laughed together.
"Everyone was attracted to him and he stole the show."
"As the messenger of Queen, his tongue danced all night. I think it was very difficult for him."
"Elo, I know you, you are only tolerant to knights you have a crush on."
"Lord Gryn comes from Crackclaw Point. Some people at yesterday's banquet said privately that Crackclaw Point are all Half-Wildling nobles."
"Wildling? He doesn't look like him at all!"
"Could his powerful sword skills come from the mysterious power of Wildling?"
"Shh, I heard an amazing secret, I'm just telling you, remember to keep it a secret."
"Don't worry, sister!"
"Stop pretending, tell me!"
"Lord Mace, may go to King's Landing..."
"Then Lord Renly..."
"Lord Renly? Why did you suddenly mention him? Are you hiding something? Okay, I only give you one chance. Share what you know with the sisters!"
It turns out that Highgarden has no secrets either!
The corners of Gryn's lips raised slightly, and he lay silently on the bench, folded his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and continued to passively eavesdrop!
Red Keep, Tower of the Hand.
Hand Jon Arryn's health deteriorated, and finally alarmed King Robert·Baratheon, who was addicted to hunting, and he had to return to King's Landing.
Robert stared at the old Duke Jon·Arryn who was leaning on the bed for a while, and laughed roughly, "Jon, you are better than I thought. Seeing how lively you are, we can go to the women's branch together in the evening."
When he was young, Robert had a clean face, a tall figure and a bold personality. His eyes were clear and charming, just like the Maiden's dream lover.
After putting on the crown, Robert indulged too much in food and wine, causing him to gain hopeless weight, and his waistline became as alarming as his height. He was panting and sweating every time he moved around. Although Robert's thick black beard covered Robert's double chin, nothing could cover his round belly and thick dark circles under his eyes.
"Ha... ahem!"
Jon couldn't help but laugh, but his throat itched and he coughed.
Robert laughed and sat on the edge of the bed.
Jon stopped coughing and said, "You fat man who only sweats!"
"Fat man? Are you talking about me? Jon, how dare you speak to the king like this?"
As he said that, Robert, who had an angry look on his face, couldn't help but laugh again, and continued, "Fuck you, you are always right!"
Robert suppressed the smile on his face and said in a serious tone, "Jon, you have to get better soon. I know very well what kind of fool I am, just like Mad King. If you don't help me, the Gods will not forgive me."
Jon shook his head weakly. "You are different from Mad King. You are much better than him."
Robert didn't know why he suddenly mentioned Mad King. Thinking of Mad King Robert couldn't help but get angry, "The Gods should be damned! I only wanted Lyanna, but you gave me a bullshit crown! I just want her to come back to my arms and everything will be the same as before!"
Jon listened quietly to Robert's complaints, although he didn't know how many times he had heard them.
Robert, who seemed to have finished venting, asked with a smile, "Jon, you know the proverb that describes the king and Hand of the King, right?"
Jon nodded slightly and replied, "Kings dream, Hand of the King builds dreams."
"A girl I slept with told me that they commoners have a better metaphor: the king eats the table, Hand of the King shits."
After saying that, Robert patted his belly and laughed.
Jon covered his mouth and coughed a few times, then said, "The people know better than us. What they mean is that the king is responsible for enjoying the food, and Hand of the King is responsible for serving the king's shit after the meal, and also wiping the king's butt."
Robert laughed again.
"Jon, you are so boring, you are always so serious, but... this time you made me laugh!"
After a pause, Jon said, "Robert, you have to make plans early and choose a new Hand of the King that can assist you. My body can't last long and I can't give you much time. I can't let you run the country in person because I'm not prepared, right?"
Robert stared at Jon for a while, and said in a helpless tone, "You know, I have tried it, sitting on Iron Throne and managing the country's affairs is a thousand times more difficult than seizing the throne.
Legal arbitration is a tiring thing, and liquidating the treasury is even more troublesome... There are also those endless petitions. I sit on that damn Iron Chair all day long and listen to them complain about everything. It makes my brain numb and my butt sore.
Everyone wants money as soon as they open their mouth, otherwise they want land or legal arbitration... They are all nonsense, but my ministers are not much better.
They're either confused or deliberately lying. I'm surrounded by idiots and sycophants. It really drives people crazy.
Jon, I have seen the cunning Grand Maester Pycelle before I came here. I told him that if I couldn't cure my Hand of the King, I would definitely smash his head. He has promised me that he will restore your health.
You see, Jon, I am still more suitable to govern the country with a warhammer. So, you should rest in peace and recuperate, and leave the trivial matters to others. Although they are idiots, they can still run errands for you."
Jon shook his head slightly and said, "Eddard·Stark."
Robert stood up. "You are so stubborn."
"Robert... ahem!"
"That's enough, I'll think about it. I have a headache now and I don't want to hear your nagging anymore!"
Crackclaw Point, Crabb's Lands.
Regarding the issue of food pressure, with the reply from Gryn, people in the territory where Crabb belongs quickly stabilized.
Retainer knight Mason·Baker In the new Crabb Farm, Pell·Pili and Thorn Legion Commander Amparo, who are also retainer knights, are welcomed.
The muscular Mason spread his arms and said, "Old man, long time no see!"
Pell and Mason, who had a new scar on their faces, hugged each other.
The result was a burst of clashing and knocking sounds of plate armor, a very warm greeting from Crackclaw Point.
Mason and Pell separated their bodies and smiled at Amparo, "Welcome, Amparo!"
Although the current Amparo is Thorn Legion Commander, he is not a knight. Facing Mason and Pell, his identity is quite different.
Amparo caressed his chest and said, "Good day, Sir Mason."
Amparo leads her Thorn Legion, and has proven her strength with her military exploits.
Mason knows in his heart that with the lord's trust in Amparo, Gryn will be canonized as a knight when the time is right.
Crabb Spear-wife's combat power is not weaker than that of men, and with the establishment of the Thorn Legion, which is dominated by Spearwife, Crabb Spear-wife's reputation has become famous.
In addition, the territory that Crabb belongs to has more women than men, which is different from most places in Westeros. To a certain extent, equality between men and women has naturally formed.
We are all brothers fighting together!
Mason smiled and nodded, "Good day, let's go in together. I think you must miss Marigold Ale very much. I have already prepared it."
The three of them took steps forward.
Three side by side, from left to right are the 175 cm Amparo, the 185 cm Mason, and the 195 cm Pell.
Three people formed a slash.
While walking, Mason turned his head and looked at Pell, and suddenly said, "Pell, the new decoration on your face looks good. Isn't it difficult to deal with Mountain Wildlings's counterattack?"
Mason's words and tone revealed his deep concern for his old friend.
Pell, who knew Mason, could hear the deep sarcasm in Mason's words.
Pell snorted, turned his head and looked back at Mason, and said coldly, "I heard that you have an adopted son, his name is...Darius?"
Mason snorted coldly, "Old man, don't be jealous, that is Master Gryn's trust in our family."
Pell, who always smiles informally, made a strange smile in order to mock his old friend, "Old man, my information is not blocked. I know that this is all the result of your eldest son, Martier."
Mason and Pell glared at each other.
They were both so childish...Amparo quietly slowed down and distanced themselves.
inside the house.
Pell drank a full glass of Marigold Ale in one gulp and put down the glass with a thud.
"Mason, Amparo, I think we can enter the second phase of the Eastward Expansion plan."
Crabb's Eastward Expansion plan is divided into two phases.
The first stage is mainly about conquest by force, supplemented by recruitment and surrender.
The message transmission between the Mountain Wildlings tribes was lagging behind, and they were not given the opportunity to contact and unite. They took advantage of the opportunity to regain the old territory and quickly defeated the larger Wildling tribe.
The second stage is mainly about recruiting and surrendering, supplemented by conquest by force.
After conquering the large-scale Wildling tribe, the rest are small and medium-sized Wildling tribes. The loot obtained from them will not even cover the cost of sending troops.
In fact, according to the ethos of Crackclaw Point, no one will calculate these things. No matter what kind of battle it is, as long as there is a battle to fight, it is enough, and if you can win, it will be perfect.
Sometimes Mason and Pell don't understand many aspects of Gryn's arrangements, but as they are retainer knights, they will not question them and will only implement them.
For the retainer knights who have been loyal to House Crabb for generations, loyalty is glory.
Mason shrugged. "I have no objection. I am currently responsible for the placement of captives. The more captives I have, the greater my contribution will be. Entering the second phase, the number of captives will definitely increase. As long as there is no problem with the timing, I am happy to support it!"
Pell's eyes moved to Amparo.
"Ser Pell, I have no objection. Thorn Legion will cooperate with Survey Corps's actions this time."
Pell nodded calmly, thanking Amparo for his support, and dismissed the meeting!
Recently, Crabb Territory's highest-level military meeting, Pell, Mason, and Amparo, each said something and ended like this.
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