The morning sun burst out and passed through the sky.
King's Landing, Crabb Mansion front yard.
With a bang, a heart-breaking crashing sound came from the front yard.
Samwell·House Tarly, who looked horrified, took a deep breath of the cool morning air.
"Damn it, someone help me!"
"Damn it, Sorel seems to be in a coma, Maester! Maester!"
The heavily armed Mutton·Waters put on his face shield and said innocently, "Don't worry, I'll hold back my strength. Sorel's body is very strong and he'll wake up in a while."
"..."
The air seemed to freeze for a second.
"Mutton,*****!"
"I******!"
"You******!"
The Crabb Clan Soldierss present suddenly started to curse.
Mutton chuckled, ignored the angry crowd, and walked towards Samwell on the other side.
Samwell took a look at Mutton, who was also wide and fat, blinked his eyes, and said, "Mutton, I intuitively felt your strength this time, and it was indeed so accurate that words cannot describe it."
Mutton glanced at the noisy clan soldiers with dull eyes, approached Samwell, and whispered, "I'm telling the truth, I did hold back my strength."
Samwell couldn't help but asked, "How much did you collect?"
Mutton took off the bucket helmet and said, "Specifically... about half?"
"Sir Gryn, Master of Coin invites you..."
In the restaurant of the house, Gryn was dining when he saw Samwell coming over panting.
Samwell wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand, nodded and said, "Lord Gryn, I have something to report."
Gryn smiled and nodded, motioning Samwell to sit down, and said with a smile, "Samwell, sit down first and drink a glass of water."
After saying that, Gryn asked the attendant, "Where are you going to meet Lord Petyr?"
"Shataya's Brothel."
Gryn raised his eyebrows, paused, and said, "Reply Lord Petyr for me. I will visit after sunset."
"Samwell, what is it?"
"Lord Gryn, it's about Mutton·Waters."
Excitement appeared on Samwell's face, and he continued, "Mutton is very strong. His current plate armor is similar to the cloth we wear for him. I think we can specially build a thickened plate armor for Mutton. I have communicated with him and it can be at least half thicker than the current one. If this is realized, Mutton will become everyone's nightmare."
Gryn nodded slightly and said, "Samwell, you know a lot about armor?"
Samwell smiled shyly, "I... can't go to the battlefield, so I studied more knowledge in this area."
After saying that, Samwell lowered his head.
Gryn reached out and patted Samwell's arm and said, "Samwell, don't get stuck in bad memories. Your life has just begun. War does not only determine the winner on the battlefield.
Your current ideas are very good. If these are realized, Mutton may become an unrivaled presence on the battlefield, and you will also take credit here.
I like Mutton very much, and I also support your idea. I am responsible for getting Gold Dragon, and you are responsible for getting things done with Mutton. How about it?"
The once poor Baron Crackclaw Point now finally speaks with a touch of Gold Dragon.
Samwell nodded heavily and said, "I will try my best!"
Gryn's eyes moved slightly and said, "I heard that the Smith named Tob Mott is very famous. You can go find him. His the Smith is built on the top of the Street of Steel hill on Visenya's Hill. His the Smith shop is larger than other shops on Street of Steel. There is a knight carved from stone on each side of the door of the shop, which is easy to recognize."
Samwell couldn't hold it any longer and immediately stood up and resigned. "Lord Gryn, I remember it, I'm going to find Mutton now!"
Gryn's eyes were smiling, "Samwell, congratulations on finding a new beginning."
Red Keep, Maegor's Holdfast.
At this time, the pressure on Gryn is a bit high.
After finishing breakfast, Gryn entered Red Keep directly with his escort, and came to Maegor's Holdfast to meet Cersei·Lannister Queen.
Gryn is enjoying the reward of Cersei Queen... standing with Jaime·Lannister "watching" Cersei Queen taking a bath.
Gryn glanced at Jaime, but received no response from Jaime.
Well, I am the outlier!
Withdrawing his thoughts, Gryn lowered his eyes and began to report his progress in Highgarden to Cersei Queen.
Cersei, who had his eyes closed, opened his beautiful eyes, looked at Gryn, and raised the corners of his lips. "Lord Gryn, you are full of courage that I love, you did a good job."
Gryn stroked his chest and said, "Queen, Your Highness, my courage comes from you."
Cersei showed a look of satisfaction and said, "Lord Gryn, please step back first."
Hearing this, Gryn pointed silently towards Jaime in the direction of the garden, and left the room very simply.
After Gryn left, Jaime walked around, looked down at the beautiful scenery in the bathtub, his Adam's apple rolled, and said, "Cersei, you seem to be in a very happy mood?"
Cersei glanced sideways at Jaime, sneered, and said, "Jaime, he is very cute, isn't he?"
Jaime said in a helpless tone, "I'm not jealous, Gryn is a rare knight with integrity, and... he doesn't know how to have sex. I'm worried that you will scare him."
At the end of the sentence, Jaime couldn't help but curl up his lips.
Cersei fiddled with the ends of his hair, lowered his eyes slightly, and his fluttering eyelashes covered his eyes. "If you can't stand this, how can I use him with confidence in the future?"
Jaime spread his hands and said, "So, I choose to be your sword and don't want to pay attention to these complicated things."
Cersei looked at Jaime, stretched out his finger and ticked Jaime.
Jaime smiled and shook his head, lowering his figure.
Cersei's index finger hooked Jaime's chin and said, "Ser Jaime, I feel like you are asking for credit. Are you asking for a reward?"
"Cersei, I can't refuse you, but I have to tell you that I am wearing armor now."
Red Keep, Maegor's Garden.
Gryn just sent away, Steward from Tower of the Hand.
Gryn frowned slightly, and Steward of Tower of the Hand told Gryn the specific time to go to see Lord Jon this afternoon.
Gryn thought it would be tomorrow at the earliest. Why was Hand Jon Arryn so anxious to arrange his interview? It seemed that he was in a hurry... Something went wrong. Gryn smelled something unusual here.
Gryn stared at the sea of flowers, and Right Hand moved his thumb against his index finger.
Ta Ta Ta.
Jaime held the sword on his waist in one hand and walked towards Gryn.
Gryn's eyes turned to Jaime, who was in silver armor and white robes. He nodded in greeting, but his heart moved.
Yes, armor!
The keen Gryn has already sensed the "dangerous" changes in Cersei Queen.
In addition to Jaime, which is not a very reassuring shield, he needs the personal protection of plate armor.
Plate armor is troublesome to put on, and even more troublesome to take off. Men need the protection of plate armor when they are out in danger!
From now on, Jaime is the role model for Gryn. From now on, as long as he is with Red Keep, he will always be with him.
If you get on Cersei's bed and want to get off Cersei's boat again, with Gryn's current strength, you have to pay a big price.
For Gryn, to avoid being eaten by Boss Cersei, holding on while pulling is the best option.
Gryn must grasp the scale, not only to satisfy Boss Cersei, but also grasp the safe distance and leave room for yourself.
Gryn decided that in order to cope with Cersei's extravagance, he would add an attribute called Mensao to his character.
However, Gryn is worried... He is a person with a bright personality, and he is afraid that he will not be able to play the role of a sultry man obsessed with Cersei's beauty.
Jaime Ma had no extra words and said bluntly, "Lord Gryn, most of the intelligence I collected points to Riverlands behind the scenes."
Gryn nodded and said, "Ser Jaime, a conspiracy of this level is itself a fog."
After a pause, Gryn added, "Hoster·Tully Duke is terminally ill. Now Riverlands has no energy to participate in Red Keep's power game. House Tully can be ruled out."
Jaime's tone had a hint of anger. "Riverrun's Duke's affairs are not a secret, so that's why I... I have traveled almost all over King's Landing."
Gryn showed a smile and said, "Ser Jaime, I can understand your mood. I think your sword is already hungry and thirsty."
Gryn's words suddenly made Jaime feel a lot better. "So, I gave up the investigation for the time being, and I have been waiting for you to come back."
"Thank you very much for your trust. I can sense that you have almost lost your patience now. I am glad that I came back in time, otherwise Cersei Queen might order me to lead troops to attack Riverrun."
Jaime said with a smile on his face, "You and Tyrion have mastered the magic of language and can soothe your mood without knowing it..."
With that said, Jaime patted Gryn: "Little Baron, don't underestimate me, tell me, who is the mastermind behind this?"
Gryn stared at Jaime and said, "Renly·Baratheon."
[Renly·Baratheon, the third son of the late Steffon·Baratheon and Kasanna·Estermont, is the younger brother of Robert·Baratheon and Stannis·Baratheon.]
Hearing this, Jaime frowned.
Gryn added, "He is the younger brother of King Robert, Duke Master of Laws, Storm's End."
Renly was recruited to Red Keep by Hand Jon Arryn soon after he became an adult, and Master of Laws. Renly served as king of Robert in Red Keep During, Sir Cortnay·Penrose of the Penrose family acted as the city lord of Storm's End and was responsible for helping Renly take care of the castle affairs.
Jaime's green eyes trembled slightly, suppressing the anger in his heart, and said, "Lord Gryn, is the information reliable?"
Gryn spread out his hands. "Highgarden Castle is the same as Red Keep. There is no secret there. This is not a secret there."
Jaime was smiling with his white teeth exposed. Those neat white teeth seemed to want to eat people. "Renly, he is just a duke who knows how to dress up."
Gryn raised his eyebrows, and Jaime became sharper indeed.
Jaime said in a deep voice, "Lord Gryn, tell me why Renly wants to deal with Cersei, and what is his plan?"
Jaime is the same as Gryn. I know in my heart that the current Baratheon is very powerful.
Jaime Now needs a step.
After Robert won Iron Throne, he bestowed Storm's End from House Baratheon to his youngest brother Renly. However, Stannis, who had made great contributions during Usurper's War, got the remote and barren Dragonstone.
Stannis has always been dissatisfied with the distribution of Robert after taking the seat of Iron Throne. Over the years, the relationship between the three brothers Baratheon has become more like enemies.
The thoughtful Gryn does not want Jaime to become an opportunity to ease the relationship between the three brothers Baratheon.
Renly It's so scary that I can't move? It's just for the time being. Machiavellian players never lack patience.
Gryn reached out and patted Jaime on the arm. "Ser Jaime, what do you want to do? No matter what your final decision is, I will stand by your side. This is also for Cersei Queen, you can trust me."
Gryn looked serious on the face, but he said in his heart: Knight Jaime, when you really let go of Cersei in your heart, that is the moment for the two of us to join hands.
Gryn's words brought a smile to Jaime's face, "Little Baron, don't you have fear in your heart?"
Gryn shrugged and said, "I have a way out, Crackclaw Point is never afraid of any invading enemy."
Gryn held the handle of the long sword and continued, "Crackclaw Point When foreign enemies appear, no matter what kind of blood feud they are, we can put aside any blood feud and unite closely until all invaders are eliminated. This is our thousand-year tradition.
Ser Jaime, if they jointly attack Crackclaw Point, remember to command Westerlands's army and kick their butts hard from behind."
Gryn looked like he was in trouble, but Jaime regained his composure.
Jaime sighed deeply, "It's very pleasant to think about it, but Cersei...Queen will be very dangerous. I can't let her be in danger."
Hearing this, the murderous aura on Gryn's body dissipated instantly, and his face was gentle. "For His Highness Queen, we can also plan slowly, if you are patient."
Jaime's eyes moved and he said, "Lord Gryn, do you already have a plan?"
Gryn nodded, stared at Jaime, lifted Right Hand, and stretched out five fingers.
Jaime smiled casually, but froze when his hand touched his waist.
Previously at Maegor's Holdfast, Jaime came out in a hurry in order to get rid of the temptation of Cersei. Since Lannister forgot the money bag.
Jaime's expression was slightly awkward. "Ahem, you know, Lannister, any debt must be paid."
Afternoon, Tower of the Hand.
Gryn, who was about to enter Tower of the Hand, suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of Throne Room.
Gryn saw Lancel hiding his body behind a tree and staring at him motionless.
The sun was dazzling, Gryn squinted slightly.
The sun was scorching like fire, there was no cloud in the sky, and there was no breeze, as if the air was frozen.
Gryn calmly withdrew his gaze, took another step, and entered Tower of the Hand.
When Gryn was walking through the hall, he found Master of Whisperers Varys walking towards him.
Gryn nodded in greeting without him stopping.
Varys, who was holding his hands, just nodded slightly in return and didn't stop either.
When the two people passed each other, Varys's lips closed slightly several times.
Gryn's ears moved. Although Varys's voice was very low, he still heard the content clearly.
"Beware of shadows."
Will you die if you say more words? Gryn hates the Riddler, unless their identities are reversed.
Gryn's heart moved, and combined with Lancel's unusual behavior, his thoughts started to spin.
Gryn stepped up the stairs.
Sorry, something suddenly happened today, which delayed the coding. I will make up for it later.