"Lord Gryn?"
When they came to the garden, Margaery·Tyrell, who was looking for the maid group, first found Gryn lying on the bench. Margaery did not approach, but called softly.
"Yeah!"
After Margaery's maids screamed, they all ran towards Margaery with their skirts in hand.
Gryn, who passively eavesdropped on the information, had to wake up.
Gryn stood up and yawned, raised Right Hand, and waved it left and right. "Good day, ladies."
Gryn's friendly behavior did not reduce the suspicion in the hearts of Margaery's maids. They all looked at Gryn with very probing eyes.
The strangeness of the maids did not escape Margaery's eyes. She sighed softly and said, "You guys go down first."
The maids, who felt guilty, glanced at each other secretly, bowed to Margaery and left.
Only Gryn and Margaery are left in the garden.
Gryn took the initiative and spoke, "Miss Margaery, your maids are beautiful and lively."
Margaery smiled and said, "I saw their guilty conscience and annoyance. Lord Gryn, can you tell me what happened to you?"
Gryn looked puzzled, thought for a while, and replied, "I seemed to have heard their conversation, maybe I thought I heard it?"
Margaery's beautiful eyes blinked and asked, "What did you hear?"
Gryn shrugged and said, "I fell asleep and couldn't hear it very clearly. It seemed to be Master of Laws's name."
Hearing "Master of Laws", Margaery, with a slight smile on his face, flexed his fingers slightly.
Margaery approached Gryn with light steps.
Margaery raised his little face, his elk-like brown eyes were clear and soft. "Lord Gryn, you seem to have overheard some incredible news?"
Gryn took a half step back and said in a helpless tone, "Miss Margaery, your beauty forces me to be honest. In fact, I don't take it to heart because it is not a secret to me."
"For example?"
"I am Chief Steward from Queen. I have long been aware of some of Lord Renly's actions."
Margaery's brown eyes trembled slightly. "Cersei Queen, she is investigating Lord Renly?"
Gryn decisively shook his head and denied. "Our Queen Highness never cares about this. This is our Steward's responsibility, especially me."
Gryn looked at Margaery and continued, "As a certain Giants from Lannister said, loyalty to Queen is Crackclaw Point's traditional craft. I am just taking normal precautions and will investigate any abnormal events that occur around Queen."
Margaery reminded Gryn in a cold tone, "Lord Gryn and Lord Renly have noble status and cannot be offended."
Gryn spread his hands. "Although we have been silent for more than ten years,... Miss Margaery, you who are familiar with history should know that there are only two people in Crackclaw Point's eyes, one is Queen, and the other is someone other than Queen."
Margaery raised his eyebrows and stared at Gryn.
Want to scare me again with your big eyes? Gryn looks back at Margaery.
Not long after, Gryn sighed softly and avoided Margaery's gaze.
Margaery's smooth chin was slightly raised.
Gryn took the initiative and spoke in a sincere tone, "Ms. Margaery, in fact, these are trivial matters and not worth your trouble."
Gryn paused, and then said, "Renly·Baratheon Duke's thoughts, I have no intention of guessing, nor am I interested. I only value Cersei Queen's safety.
I have done preliminary research and know that Lord Renly and Knight of Flowers have a deep friendship, but friendship should not be higher than the interests of the family.
Please believe in our sincerity, I sincerely want to see my most respected Lord Mace sitting in the position of Hand of the King, governing this kingdom."
Margaery's rose-like red lips moved slightly.
Margaery really wants to ask, if there is a conflict between Lord Mace, whom Gryn respects the most, and Cersei Queen, what choice will he make?
Margaery knew that asking this kind of question would make her look childish. At this time, Gryn's answer, no matter what it was, there would be no question of authenticity.
This kind of problem will only be solved at the moment when it happens.
Gryn's purpose at this time was not complicated. He knew that the great nobles liked to bet on both sides, so he just used the excuse to imply Margaery.
The already clear strategy, Gryn, does not want it to become complicated. The more complex the strategy, the more likely it is that accidents will occur.
Gryn cannot change the characteristics of the great nobles, I can only do my best and change the topic.
Margaery glanced sideways at Gryn, and his tone seemed to have a hint of sourness. "You are very loyal to Cersei Queen."
Gryn stroked his chest and nodded. "Ms. Margaery, this is my duty, and I am bound to do so."
The humble Gryn suddenly said, "Ms. Margaery, I have a suggestion."
Margaery's eyes moved and his smile was like a flower, "Lord Gryn, I like your advice and I am willing to listen."
Gryn hesitated for a moment, then said, "The time has not come yet, and I am a man of few words now. I will give you more advice when we meet next time."
After saying that, Gryn had a regretful expression on his face.
Margaery's beautiful eyes widened and she couldn't help but glare at Gryn.
Randyll·House Tarly left Horn Hill again.
Taking advantage of his father's absence, Samwell·House Tarly placed the letter giving up his inheritance rights on Randyll's desk.
When leaving Horn Hill, Samwell led an old horse and only took one unfinished book.
For Samwell, leaving quietly is his last dignity.
Samwell arrived at the gate of Crabb camp and showed his first smile after leaving home.
Samwell, who was holding the old horse, walked up to Crabb Blue Cloaks, who was guarding the camp gate, and said, "Good day, my name is Samwell·House Tarly, and I'm here to see Lord Gryn."
Samwell's size is easy to impress, and the guard was still impressed by him. "Good day, Your Excellency Samwell, Mr. Gryn is not in the camp now."
Samwell opened his mouth. He wanted to ask where Gryn had gone and when he would be back.
But he doesn't like to make things difficult for others... Samwell nodded and said, "Then I'll wait."
After that, Samwell walked to the other side, sat down on the ground, and wiped the sweat from his face.
The guard saw Samwell's old horse trembling as he walked, and said, "Sir Samwell, your horse is very tired. I can help you take care of it."
Samwell then noticed his horse, thought about his weight, and felt pity. Samwell scratched his head in embarrassment. "Then... please excuse me, I will prepare a reward."
Samwell glanced at his only book with reluctance. I want to read it as soon as possible!
Crackclaw Point East.
Crabb Legion's Eastward Expansion has officially entered the second stage.
"Cliff Valley Tribe, open the door, we are here to invite you to join Crabb Territory!"
"We are all Crackclaw Point men, Crackclaw Point men does not fight Crackclaw Point men!"
"Our lord is the descendant of the legendary hero Clarence Crabb·Crabb. We used to be a group of people!"
"We are all descendants of First Men, we should not let our own people continue to bleed!"
"Join us, and the lord will allocate you your own hunting area, so you no longer have to worry about being invaded!"
Lena, who was wearing braids that skyrocketed, walked up to Amparo, tugged on his collar, and said, "Amparo, do you want to continue shouting? I feel like this tribe is very stubborn."
Amparo frowned and said, "Keep shouting, if you don't surrender before noon, you arrange for the sisters to shoot five arrows inside."
Lena excitedly received the order, "This tribe with only a hundred people doesn't know whether to praise it for its toughness. My voice is almost hoarse. Our soldiers are many times more than theirs. They dare not open the door and surrender. They are looking for death!"
Amparo added, "You are not allowed to go to war privately against my orders. After the volley is fired, retreat. Also, when cooking meat at noon, pay attention to the wind direction and find a good place."
"Okay, Corps Commander, I'm going to kill them!"
Amparo looked at the bouncing Lena and said, "We still have time. After shooting the arrows, we will continue to persuade you to surrender. Cliff Valley Tribe The entrance is narrow and it is difficult to maneuver. If we attack by force, the casualties will not be small... try to reduce the casualties as much as possible, Lena, this is the order of the lord."
"Okay."
Amparo and Lena have been friends for many years, and she knows Lena very well.
Lena is not tall and thin, but he is very aggressive. This personality has taken a step further since joining Thorn Legion.
Amparo slightly raised the corners of his lips and reached out to touch Lena's little head. "Just think of it as a break, you can't fight every day. Sir Mason resumed farming in New Farmstead, and he needs more labor."
Lena hummed slightly. "Amparo, I don't need comfort. Just like you said, just treat it as a rest."
Amparo patted Lena again, and then withdrew his hand.
Amparo recently likes to touch Lena's little head, and it feels very addictive.
Lena rolled his eyes and said, "Amparo, what kind of land are you actually farming? We have more and more soldiers, and our strength is getting stronger as we fight. We just need to continue the conquest."
This is not what Lena thinks alone. In fact, what Lena expressed represents the thoughts of most of Crabb's leading soldiers.
There were wars almost every day, and because it was wartime, the standard of food would naturally increase.
Moreover, in most cases, they bullied others with more numbers, and the loot continued to be collected in their pockets. The soldiers had never lived so richly.
The soldiers' emotions were naturally discovered by the regiment leaders, and the experienced Pell·Pili knights could naturally handle this situation.
Amparo is also constantly growing in learning.
Amparo looked at Lena and said in a serious tone, "Lena, haven't you noticed that the sisters suffered a lot of unnecessary casualties some time ago? Fighting is like drawing a bow, the bowstring cannot be kept tight all the time."
Lena looked at Amparo with bright eyes and said in a surprised tone, "Mother Leopard, how could you understand such a profound truth? You convinced me all at once!"
Amparo's cheeks are dark red.
Last time, when Amparo saw Pell, she found an opportunity to consult with him and secretly wrote down some sentences that she thought were suitable to appease the soldiers.
Although Pell is informal, he is honest and will do his best to do anything that is beneficial to House Crabb.
Pell told Amparo that words alone can only comfort the soldiers for a while, but regiment laws alone cannot improve morale. The regiment leader also needs to master some means to improve and maintain morale.
Finally, Pell gave some examples from his personal experience and taught some of the techniques he has mastered.
Amparo coughed dryly and said, "Tell the sisters, Thorn Legion will take this opportunity to continue to expand the manpower. Don't miss it when you meet the right one. We won't have too much time, and Master Gryn will make big moves later."
The content revealed in Amparo's words made Lena's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he nodded heavily. "Don't worry, Amparo Corps Commander!"
Amparo waved his hand, as if chasing sheep, and said, "Go and make arrangements."
Amparo's dislike actually made Lena feel closer and happier, feeling that the relationship between the sisters suddenly warmed up.
Lena solemnly bowed and resigned, and devoted himself to military affairs with excitement.
Amparo looked at Lena's leaving figure and pinched his chin.
Amparo nodded secretly, it really works!
Crabb Camp, it's late at night.
When Horn Hill came out, Samwell·House Tarly and even Copper Star were not taken.
Samwell feels that he has actually chosen to leave Horn Hill, and everything here no longer belongs to him.
Samwell The old horse used for traveling and the unread books are only temporarily borrowed, and he will arrange for them to be returned.
Samwell Perhaps before leaving home, he subconsciously rebelled against his father who terrified him so much.
Samwell, who had been waiting for Gryn at the entrance of the camp, was already a little hungry and dizzy.
Samwell refused the dinner brought by the guard.
The simple-minded Samwell believes that this is a military camp and he has not officially joined yet, so he should not enjoy Crabb's food in advance.
[Westerosi Scholar's Integrity]
Samwell moved his fat body and continued to read the book in his hand by the firelight of the camp gate.
Books can make Samwell forget his inner restlessness and physical hunger.
Tomorrow is the departure day. After the banquet, Gryn left Highgarden Castle with his escort.
Plus tonight, Gryn has helped Lord Mace almost complete the war theory with "Non-Contention for Contention" as the core.
Gryn believes that Lord Mace will be able to cope with most situations with his new theory without his help in the future and continue to clear his name.
This is exactly what Gryn wants to see.
No matter how nominal Lord Mace is, he is also the leader of the Reach, and his influence in the Reach cannot be ignored.
Because it can clear his name and increase his prestige at the same time, Lord Mace will spare no effort to promote his unique art of war on every occasion.
The ever-growing House Golden Rose will also work secretly.
Because the increase in the family head's prestige is beneficial to House Golden Rose's rule over the Reach.
What is the purpose of Gryn?
As mentioned before, after entering the Reach, the prosperity of the Reach made Gryn, who has always been far-sighted, worried.
Gryn's deepest hidden "hope" is this strategy with "Non-Contention for Contention" as the core that he tailor-made for Lord Mace, which has penetrated deeply into the hearts of the Reach.
In the future, as long as the fire has not burned them yet, the Reach should not move easily.
The more I understand it, the more I understand it, under the endless governance of House Golden Rose, Gryn feels that the Reach is too powerful.
If he is the leader of the Reach...Gryn may use the Reach to unify Westeros, and then use the Reach people to govern the kingdom. The Reach's scale is enough to digest Westeros after the war.
Among Seven Kingdoms, only they have the strength to do this.
The inherited tradition and comfortable life have bound the scale of the Reach's ambitions.
The far-sighted Gryn just used a set of new theories that were easy to accept on this basis, followed the trend, and added an invisible rope to the Reach's "stability".
The flexible Gryn is thinking: Before I grow up, Golden Rose must maintain the proper demeanor. We must abide by the rules of the power table and cannot break the rules by overturning the table.
[Camp Gate Oath]
Approaching the camp, Gryn spotted the broad figure next to the camp gate brazier first.
Samwell? Gryn's eyes moved slightly, and he quickened the pace of sitting down on the horse.
"Samwell, nice to see you again!"
Gryn, who dismounted, walked towards Samwell and spread his hands.
When he heard the sound of horse hooves, Samwell put away the book in his hand, shook his body and stood up.
Samwell felt a little relieved when he saw Gryn with a smile on his face.
According to normal etiquette, Samwell should write a letter in advance and obtain Gryn's consent before visiting.
Seeing that Gryn didn't mind this, Samwell felt that he had indeed seen the right person. Master Gryn is a broad-minded person. She values knowledge and her future achievements will definitely be extraordinary.
One fat and one thin, two opposite figures hugged each other.
Gryn smiled and glanced at the book in Samwell's hand and said, "Samwell, I'm late. Come on, come in with me."
Samwell shook his head shyly.
Seeing Samwell hesitate to speak, Gryn looked at him with a gentle smile and did not move.
Gryn's behavior seemed to silently encourage the nervous Samwell.
After a pause, Samwell finally plucked up the courage, and he remembered the many beautiful words and sentences he had read.
Although the idea was very beautiful, when Samwell spoke, it backfired and turned into pale and direct words.
"I... I want to serve Lord Gryn..."
Gryn's eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes were smiling, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved unconsciously.
Gryn feels that at this time, what Samwell needs is not polite words, but to put his uneasy heart at ease first.
Gryn took off the long sword from his waist, stood it up in front of him, and held it with both hands. "Samwell, I believe you have noticed that I have always longed for your outstanding wisdom. Please swear allegiance."
Samwell's eyes turned red, his body swayed, and he knelt down on one knee awkwardly in the direction of Gryn: "I, Samwell·House Tarly swears allegiance to you and will provide you with suggestions and advice. I am willing to sacrifice my life for you in times of crisis. From now on until death, I swear this in the name of Old and New Gods."
Gryn slightly nodded his chin, and said in a steady voice with a hint of solemnity, "I, Gryn·Crabb swear that there will always be a place for you by my fireplace, and there will always be your meat and wine on my table. I swear that I will never let you do anything unjust. I swear in the name of Old and New Gods."
[Crabb Territory Intelligence +1]
Dear Sirs, I have been quietly working hard to increase my stakes!