Crabb Manor.
Gryn, who had just packed up, was looking at a letter from Thorn Legion Commander Amparo.
This is... the pictograph of Westeros?
Gryn combined Amparo's character and Thorn Legion's current situation, frowned and analyzed for a while, and then roughly guessed what Amparo wanted to express.
Amparo also learned to compete with other corps for equipment? Gryn chuckled.
Amparo, who was designated by Gryn as the role model for Crabb Spear-wife, has always performed well, but her character is too upright.
Personality attributes are not absolutely good or bad, but Amparo as a corps leader still needs to be more flexible.
Therefore, Gryn is happy to see this change in Amparo, and would like to encourage it a little.
Gryn folded the letter and put it back into the envelope and sealed it with mud.
People like Amparo are born with few black spots. This letter with pictures and text may be one of the few black spots in her life, so Gryn plans to keep it.
Gryn is very curious about what kind of expression Amparo will have when he reads this letter again in the future... perhaps a few years or decades later.
Gryn coughed dryly, handed the envelope sealed with mud to Surana, and said, "Surana, keep it safe for me."
Surana's eyes moved slightly, he took the envelope calmly, and said respectfully, "Yes, my master."
Gryn added, "Surana, write a letter to Herschel for me. There are two things in total... The first thing is to help Thorn Legion find a clerk, and the second thing is to increase the amount of new daggers allocated to the Thorn Legion. As for the quantity... let him adjust the specific amount."
Surana has been able to face the sudden extra responsibilities very calmly.
Although Surana is just a butler, he has always been in touch with the core of the territory.
Once upon a time, they had enough manpower everywhere before regaining the old land.
Now, the scale of Crabb Territory has increased several times, but it relies on the previous manpower to operate. For a period of time, they, reliable people, can only take on multiple roles to help the lord control Crabb Territory.
Boss Cersei lacks patience, Gryn will have to leave Crabb Manor soon and go to King's Landing.
Gryn frowned after finishing processing the backlog of letters during this period.
"By the way, remember to prepare some clothes for Samwell as soon as possible. Mutton's clothes are still a bit too big for Samwell."
Samwell·House Tarly, who left Horn Hill and joined the Gryn camp, only had one piece of clothing on him. His fat and fat figure was destined to make it difficult to find finished products, so he had to find a place to make it custom-made.
Because Hand Jon Arryn has a one-month appointment, Gryn is pressed for time and cannot delay, so he needs to travel all the way.
Fortunately, the honest and honest Mutton·Waters contributed one of his robes at the critical moment, so that Samwell would not have nothing to change.
Although this is a small thing, it makes Gryn feel more dissatisfied with Lord Jon.
Gryn is running around for "Cersei Queen", but Lord Jon who is far away from Red Keep can use his authority to restrain him. This feeling is very frustrating.
Gryn doesn't show it on the face, but underneath he is a little angry.
Gryn secretly announced: Vale is an integral part of Crackclaw Point.
The joining of Samwell and Gryn are very welcome in their hearts.
Not only because of Samwell's outstanding wisdom, but also because the addition of Samwell can enhance the reputation of House Crabb.
Not everyone knows the inside story of House Tarly. Most people only know that the eldest son of the famous general Randyll·Earl became the attendant of Lord Crabb.
The addition of Mwell has virtually improved what Gryn currently lacks most.
Surana nodded and said, "Mutton One person needs the fabrics of three people. Now there is one more Samwell. Should I prepare more clothes of special sizes in advance?"
Gryn raised his face and smiled, saying, "Lady Surana, it's rare for you to joke with me."
Surana said seriously, "My master, joking with the lord casually is offensive. I do have this intention."
Gryn shook his head, with a smile in his eyes, "Tell me, what do you want to tell me?"
Surana nodded, took a step forward, approached Gryn, and lowered his voice. "You have been here for so long, why didn't I find a the Reach girl in the team?"
Gryn raised his eyebrows, paused, and leaned his upper body slightly towards Surana.
The keen Gryn noticed that Surana's eyes lit up. The usually serious housekeeper Surana also had a heart for gossip?
Gryn lowered his voice and said, "I met an interesting girl."
Surana blinked, what's behind?
"Her status is too high to look down on your lord."
Surana was slightly stunned and said, "Have you expressed your love?"
Gryn shook his head. "If you want to hold the rose, you will have to bear the pain. I will not do useless work."
Surana breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My master, I now confirm that this is not the situation I am most worried about."
Gryn:"???"
"When I greeted you just now, although your team looked more majestic, what I noticed was that there was no woman. I have been hiding unexpressed worries in my heart."
Gryn stroked his forehead and said in a rare helpless tone, "Lady Surana, you were my mother's most trusted maid. You are like a family member in my heart. In front of me, you can always speak with confidence."
Surana slightly shrugged his shoulders. "I have confirmed that everything is fine. I observed it when I was waiting for you to take a bath just now. Your reaction was normal. In addition, your emotion ended before it even started. I was overly worried."
Gryn raised his face and smiled, "Anyway, thank you for your concern."
"My master, I have heard of many outstanding young people who fell into difficult love, asking for nothing, and unable to recover because of love. Marigold will wither. A woman's best appearance is actually very short-lived, and most men's love begins with intoxicating beauty.
The future Lady Crabb does not need to be too noble. A noble lady who is weaker than Crabb is the ideal choice. She will bear children for you, and you will provide her with the status and protection she deserves. This is the balance that can make the family peaceful.
The beauty that makes your heart beat... you can look for it from your lover, you now have a lot of Gold Dragon to squander."
Gryn listened quietly, paused, and said, "Lady Surana, thank you for your heartfelt words... But I want to ask, is this a message from my mother?"
Surana nodded. "I know I can't hide it from you. I don't have the wisdom that shines like Madam. Madam always worries about you. She left some words in the last period of time. Madam asked me to give you advice when necessary."
There was silence in the room for a while, then Gryn suddenly said, "Surana, can you tell me the truth now?"
Surana paused and said respectfully, "My master, your wisdom is no less than my wife. I think you should have some guesses. Everything started from the war more than ten years ago."
Near evening, Gryn, surrounded by clan soldiers, passed through Iron Gate and entered King's Landing.
As soon as we entered Hook Harbor, Gryn, we spotted Jaime·Lannister riding a white horse.
Although the blond Jaime still looked high-spirited, the keen Gryn noticed some changes in Jaime.
Compared to the past, Jaime seems to be more sharp.
Gryn dismounted and handed the reins to the retinue Martier.
Gryn led Samwell, who had changed into a big back hair style, and walked towards Jaime.
Jaime curled his lips, dismounted, raised his hand, and threw something towards Gryn.
Gryn reached out to catch it, glanced at the thing in his hand, and asked doubtfully, "Key?"
Maybe it's distance that creates beauty. After not seeing each other for a while, Gryn feels a lot closer to Jaime.
Jaime spread his hands and said, "Cersei Queen thinks you have been traveling a lot this time, so I have prepared a small house for you to make your stay more comfortable."
The small house Jaime calls... hao, Lannister or Lannister!
Gryn handed the key to Samwell, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Ser Jaime, this key must be your idea."
Jaime couldn't help but smile, "Little Baron, you guessed it right, I'm not good at expressing myself with words, so I randomly picked up a key on the road. With this thing, I can express Cersei Queen's reward to you."
Samwell scratched his head, looked at the key in his hand, and couldn't make up his mind.
Gryn noticed Samwell's embarrassment, smiled and shook his head, saying, "Samwell, just keep it."
Samwell Although he didn't speak, his broad and fat body gave him a strong sense of presence.
Jaime glanced at Mutton, then at Samwell, raised the corners of his lips, and said to Gryn, "They are two brothers?"
Hearing this, Mutton and Samwell looked at each other unconsciously.
Mutton smiled naively, Samwell looked away shyly with a smile.
Gryn raised his face and smiled, stretched out his hand to signal, and said, "Come on, Samwell, this is Kingsguard Jaime·Lannister."
Samwell looked at Jaime awkwardly and said, "Good day, Ser Jaime. It's an honor to meet you. My name is Samwell·House Tarly, from the Reach, and I am the attendant of Lord Gryn."
Jaime raised his eyebrows and said, "House Tarly of Horn Hill?"
Samwell moved his lips, not knowing how to speak, and looked at Gryn as if asking for help.
Gryn slightly pointed his jaw and said, "Ser Jaime, Samwell is House Tarly of Crackclaw Point."
Jaime just asked casually, nodded slightly and said, "Let's go, I will take you there. This is the task Cersei Queen gave me."
Gryn nodded, and together with Jaime set out towards the new house presented by Cersei Queen.
On the way, Jaime suddenly said, "Lord Gryn, I have been investigating during this period and collected a lot of information."
Gryn's heart moved, he glanced at Jaime and said, "Is there anything gained?"
Jaime shrugged and said, "A lot, maybe too much."
Gryn raised his eyebrows. "Ser Jaime, it seems you threw a lot of Gold Dragon."
"This is the most familiar method to me."
Gryn thought for a while and said, "I estimate that most of the information you collected is used to mislead."
Jaime pulled the reins, adjusted the direction of the horse, and said, "Lord Gryn, you are really good at this. I also feel something is wrong, but I can't tell what exactly it is."
This is complimenting me, right?
Because of the above experiences of Gryn and Jaime in Queens Quarter, Gryn, who is broad-minded, is slightly sensitive to some of the words spoken by Jaime.
Gryn nodded. "This is a normal operation. The conspirators will naturally try their best to hide themselves, and they will also find ways to deliberately mislead us."
Jaime's green eyes flashed with a cold light, he didn't like this kind of guy with a dark heart.
The corners of Gryn's lips curled up and he said, "Ser Jaime, I remember you told me that as long as it is not good for Cersei Queen, you are not afraid of anyone being the mastermind behind it, right?"
Jaime stared at Gryn: "Lord Gryn, do you already know who is behind the scenes?"
Gryn said in a deep voice, "Well, I accidentally gained something during this outing. I'm afraid we need to join forces this time. Of course, this is under your voluntary circumstances."
Highgarden Castle, Terrace.
The sky is as blue as paper, with a few thin white clouds floating slowly in the wind.
"Margaery, let me listen."
The speaker is the grandmother of Margaery·Tyrell, known as Queen of Thorns's Olenna·Redwyne.
Born House Redwyne in Arbor, the sixty-nine-year-old Olenna·Redwyne has long been toothless, short, and has silver hair wrapped in a dark green turban.
[It is rumored that Olenna needs a crutch when walking and claims that he is almost completely deaf, but many people suspect that this is to confuse outsiders, and that Olenna·Redwyne is deliberately pretending to come out.]
Olenna rarely avoids opportunities to express her opinions. Her language is witty, intelligent and sarcastic, earning her the nickname "Queen of Thorns".
Although her grandmother often made fun of the members of House Golden Rose, Margaery knew very well in her heart that her grandmother was a staunch supporter of House Golden Rose's interests.
Margaery understood her grandmother's lack of patience, and with her excellent memory, she immediately told what happened in detail.
After listening to Margaery's story, Olenna held the armrest of the chair and said, "I don't like this young man's tricks, but I still have to admit that he has some tricks. In the gorgeous rose bush, an insect that is not afraid of rose thorns breaks into it. How to deal with it is up to you and you."
Margaery nodded obediently and said, "Grandma, I know..."
"No, you don't know, my granddaughter."
Olenna first interrupted Margaery's words, paused, and then said, "I am a mean old lady, and I always speak sharply. No matter how you start, whether you like it or not, you have to let the little bugs learn to gather powder for roses. This is the endless Golden Rose."
Margaery's brown eyes trembled slightly. "Grandma, I never think you are mean. I can feel that you love me and you love your family."
The old Olenna could no longer straighten his waist. Looking at the young and beautiful Margaery, he seemed to be looking at his own youth.
Olenna showed a touch of kindness. "Old lady Olenna, thank you Light of Highgarden for your praise. Come, sit next to me and let me bathe in the sunshine of the Reach."
Margaery's cheeks were slightly red. He stood up and sat down next to Olenna. A pair of white and tender hands gently held Olenna's wrinkled hand.
Olenna's fingers were thin, but Margaery made her feel at ease every time she held it.
"My granddaughter, I can feel that you are uneasy. Why? Are you worried about my stupid pig-like duke's son?"
Every time my grandmother mocked my father, she would spare no effort.
Over time, my grandmother's ridicule has become a part of House Tyrell. My father even said with a smile that if he didn't hear his grandmother laugh at him for a while, he would start to feel uncomfortable and always feel that something was missing in his life.
Margaery couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Margaery realized that his behavior was a bit rude, but he couldn't stop smiling for a moment, hurriedly covered his mouth, and shook his head in denial.
Olenna rarely laughed with Margaery for a while, patted the back of her granddaughter's hand and said, "My Margaery, don't be so harsh on yourself, you are not a statue in the garden."
Margaery looked at her grandmother with beautiful eyes, blushed and nodded.
Olenna smiled and patted Margaery. She actually liked seeing Margaery's various unusual little expressions, but she never showed it. "Tell grandma, why are you uneasy?"
"I'm a little hesitant... After recently coming into contact with Queen's Chamberlain from Crownlands, I felt pressure for the first time. I found it difficult to deal with him. My father needs my help, and I'm worried that I can't control him."
Olenna replied decisively, "If you can't control it, get rid of him!"
Margaery's pupils expanded and contracted.
"You see, the choice is always in your hands, right? Lord Crabb is just one person, and behind you is House Golden Rose.
Look at your father, even a wild boar in his place can do better than him. Back then... I was lost in the joy that my husband brought to me in bed. I didn't turn around and didn't discover my son's stupidity in advance. Otherwise, when he was young, I might be able to hit that fat head with a wooden spoon... Where did I say it?
Well, the power of an individual is small in front of a powerful family, and can even be ignored.
Margaery, you are very talented and you are still growing. Don't rush to compare your shortcomings with others' strengths. This is unwise."
Olenna's persuasion completely dissipated the haze in Margaery's heart. "Grandma, thank you for your kind words, I understand!"
Olenna stared at Margaery for a while, nodded slightly, and said, "Well, I really understand this time."
Olenna added, "I am an old woman who can't sit still. I also know that young man. He reminds me of Tywin, a young man who also shouldered the responsibility of the family at a young age.
The family was in the same miserable state when it came to them. If they can't do something, the family is destined to decline forever."
Margaery's beautiful eyes widened slightly. "Lannister?"
"Well, it's that cunning lion family who swallows gold but shouts every day that all debts must be paid. Now there is Lannister The heirs of Queen and Iron Throne all have the blood of Lannister. But everyone seems to have forgotten that during Tywin's father's time, Lannister's roaring lion was a joke!"
Olenna At the end of his sentence, he raised his hand and knocked on the armrest of the chair.
"It's rare that Lord Crabb can make Lord Mace so happy, so let him sit in Hand of the King's position and stay happily stupid forever. This is also Golden Rose's chance."
Margaery pursed her lips tightly and looked at her grandmother, nodding solemnly.
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