After some conversation, Gryn gained a better understanding of Davos·Seaworth.
Davos is a very serious person.
Because of this kind of character, the sons who grew up under the guidance of Davos's words and deeds are all talents of Royal Fleet.
Also, Davos admires Lord Stannis very much. This is something that goes beyond loyalty from the bottom of his heart.
Gryn listened to Davos's words with a gentle face, and his heart was spinning.
Davos himself has no idea what to do now, and Gryn is thinking of Davos's sons.
Petyr·Baelish got him three ships and sailors. Gryn will give them due trust, but Gryn will not give them all to a person who has just taken refuge.
The sea is not land, and trust is not laissez-faire. Excessive laissez-faire will only breed unreasonable ambition.
Although the fleet is small, it still needs to reasonably restrain each other, establish a certain balance, and maintain loyalty to Crabb.
The original manpower is definitely not enough, Gryn still needs to recruit enough sailors for three ships.
Sailors can be replenished from Mermaid Harbor. In addition to sailors, Gryn also needs to arrange a fleet "deputy commander" with reliable character.
If you want to achieve your goal, you still need to operate Gryn.
Gryn nodded slightly and said, "Sir Davos, I am extremely honored to be invited by Lord Stannis. In about ten days, due to Red Keep's government affairs, I will go to Essos. At that time, if I go to Dragonstone to see Lord Stannis, is the time allowed?"
Davos's tone was calm. "Lord Gryn, Lord Stannis is diligent. In addition to patrolling the fleet, he will also sit in Dragonstone Castle to handle government affairs. Lord Stannis has just finished his inspection. Dragonstone welcomes you at any time."
Gryn first touched his chest to express his thanks, and then said, "My Mermaid Harbor is about to establish a convoy fleet, so I would like to take this opportunity to ask Lord Stannis for more advice."
The conscientious Davos asked, "Oh? Are you escorting the caravan?"
"Yes, Sir. Blackwater Bay has Royal Fleet. We never worry about the safety of merchant ships. I am preparing in advance for Essos's trade."
Davos agreed, "Royal Fleet will be more sensitive if it appears there. Merchant ships need their own fleet escort."
Gryn shrugged and said, "After going deeper, I realized how difficult it is to build a fleet. If it weren't for Mr. Petyr's help, I almost gave up."
Davos's heart moved and he said, "Master of Coin?"
Gryn nodded slightly and said, "Yes, with his help, I will recruit a small group of maritime mercenaries. My three warships can finally sail out of the port."
Davos said in a sincere tone, "There are different lands on the sea, separated by the sea, so you need to have enough patience."
Gryn nodded. "Yes, the sea is full of distrust. Thanks to Sir for his kind words, I can only be patient now."
After a pause, Gryn added, "It is precisely because of being full of distrust and believing in my sincerity that I will eventually find a reliable fleet commander."
Davos nodded and said, "The Gods will bless every sincere person!"
Gryn humbly asked Davos some fleet-related questions, and Davos patiently answered them for Gryn.
Gryn also revealed a slightly ambitious fleet plan... Crabb Fleet with ten battleships.
Before I knew it, the night was already deep.
Davos stood up and said goodbye to Gryn.
For those who appreciate it, Gryn never hesitates to praise him, "Sir Davos, I have a great time tonight. I have gained a lot from your kind words. Your ability is admirable, and your character is even more admirable."
Davos maintained his usual humility. "Lord Gryn, I am just an illiterate captain."
Greene reluctantly bid farewell to Davos, and made an appointment to visit Davos again three months later to continue asking for advice on the fleet.
Davos also responded to Gryn's enthusiasm and offered to take Gryn to visit his pride - Black Bess battleship.
After sending Davos away, Gryn came to the small hall again.
Gryn likes the wide view of the small hall. Although it is not private enough, his clan soldiers are the best protective wall.
Gryn sat down at the table and asked the maid to light a few more candles.
Gryn laid out the finely cut parchment paper on the table and picked up the quill.
The candlelight flickered, and Gryn began to write.
Today, the final attitude of Cersei·Lannister Queen was finally confirmed. Gryn can safely write to Lord of Highgarden.
If today's outcome is that the relationship with Cersei Queen breaks down...Gryn can only think of another way to continue to promote the Hand of the King road of Duke Mace·Tyrell.
At that time, Boss Cersei will no longer care about what Gryn and Highgarden promised, what consequences it will bring, and what impact they will receive.
No matter how he is killed or buried, if Cersei can think of these things, then he is not Cersei.
The everlasting Golden Rose is a very united family.
Golden Rose, who has no remedy and feels that he has been deceived, will never tolerate it even for the sake of face. Gryn is the first to bear the brunt.
In order to cope with the worst situation, Gryn even thought of going to the North's Winterfell in person.
In short, Gryn has already prepared various countermeasures.
After writing Lord Mace's letter, Gryn leaned on the back of the chair and rubbed his temples.
Fortunately, I finally calmed down today Cersei Queen.
Although things have had twists and turns, they have not turned into an unmanageable situation. Gryn will continue to push forward according to the original plan. The first stage will be chaotic but not chaotic.
At this time, Gryn is thinking about Cersei Queen.
Through today's events, Gryn discovered that his weight in Cersei's heart was much heavier than she imagined.
Apart from the Lannister people, he should be the most trusted person with a foreign surname by Cersei.
Therefore, Gryn dare not underestimate Cersei's desire for control.
What Gryn still wants is the initiative to get off the ship at any time... He feels that the armor has failed, and he needs to prepare another shield besides Jaime.
Gryn reached out and picked up another blank piece of parchment, and wrote the second letter to Miss Little Rose of Highgarden.
Don't let Gryn roll alone, everyone should be busy!
The next day, Red Keep Small Council Chamber.
Gryn saw Varys whose head was as smooth as an egg.
Varys has a plump figure, wearing a loose purple silk robe, a vest sewn with gold thread, and soft velvet slippers with a pointed front and wide back.
Gryn smelled the scent of lilac from Varys's body.
Gryn stroked his chest and bowed, saying, "Good day, Master Varys, I have never thanked you for your help. I will always keep your kindness in my heart."
Varys held hands together and nodded. "Good day, Lord Gryn, I just did it casually. It makes me happy that you can be entrusted with important tasks by the king and Hand of the King."
Gryn's tone was filled with helplessness. "I would rather have such an important responsibility not fall on me."
Varys claims that he is Lys, one of the nine Free Cities born in Essos, and was once a slave.
In Pentos, Varys became friends with the assassin named Illyrio Mopatis, and the two started a new career.
[Illyrio·Mopatis is now Magister of Pentos, taking in Targaryen brother and sister]
Varys steals things from pickpockets, and Illyrio gives them to their owners in exchange for rewards.
Varys soon realized that the value of intelligence was far greater than gold and gems. He bought some orphans and began to train a team dedicated to collecting intelligence.
The collection of intelligence has doubled the wealth of Varys and Illyrio compared to the past, and Varys has become famous, or even infamous.
This special talent of Varys spread through the Narrow Sea to the ears of King Westeros at that time, and this king happened to not trust anyone.
Varys thus assumed the position of intelligence leader in Red Keep of Aerys II (Mad King).
After Usurper's War, Varys changed to serve the king Robert and continued to serve as Master of Whisperers.
Varys smiled and said, "Lord Gryn, with the ability you have shown, three years is more than enough."
Gryn raised his eyebrows and said, "Sir Varys, I am more suitable for the battlefield. When it comes to finding people, everyone knows that no one is better than you."
Varys nodded and said, "This is exactly the reason why we meet."
"Oh?"
Facing Gryn's doubts, Varys first gently asked Gryn to sit down, and then said, "They should be at Pentos now."
Varys had a serious face and lowered his voice when speaking.
The time traveler Gryn is naturally capable of restraining the intelligence leader Varys. His specious intelligence cannot influence Gryn.
Gryn naturally chose to retain his advantages.,
Gryn also lowered his voice and said, "Sir Varys, you are worthy of being an important minister of the imperial court, but I would like to ask, I noticed that you used the word "should", what do you mean?"
A smile reappeared on Varys's face, he tapped his chin slightly and said, "Lord Gryn, you are sharp enough, Cersei Queen can trust you... She has good reasons. I can find out the whereabouts of Young Dragons when you take over the important task, which is naturally good news."
Gryn spread his hands and said, "Good news must be accompanied by bad news. Master Varys, please tell the truth."
Varys was slightly stunned, then chuckled for a while, and said, "It seems that Crackclaw Point's Well of Wisdom loves you. Maybe it's my lack of knowledge. You are a rare smart person."
Faced with Varys's compliments, Gryn expressed his gratitude modestly.
Varys suppressed some of his smile and suddenly said, "They now live in the house provided by Magister of Pentos and are protected by Magister of Pentos."
Gryn frowned slightly and said, "Governor?"
Varys nodded and said, "Magister of Pentos Illyrio·Mopatis. I had a friendship with him, but it has been more than ten years since I came to Westeros..."
Saying that, Varys shook his head, sighed, and continued, "The current situation is very embarrassing. If it were me, I would have to wait for Young Dragons to take the initiative to leave the sanctuary. After all, that is Free Cities."
Gryn pinched his chin and said comfortingly, "Sir Varys, in fact, everyone understands your difficulty very well. They are just not good at expressing it, including me."
Gryn's words made Varys's smile gradually deepen.
After a pause, Gryn asked, "How many soldiers does Pentos have?"
Looking at Gryn who was a little eager to try, Varys's smile froze for a moment.
Varys tentatively said, "Lord Gryn, what are you doing?"
Gryn's eyes were shining. "Master Varys, His Majesty the King has given me enough Gold Dragon. If you can help me get a map and add my soldiers, I am confident that the raid will be successful."
Want to use weapons directly? Varys observed secretly, he was not joking.
Although Varys was surprised by Gryn's response, his mind was calm enough and he did not show any abnormality.
Varys can even think that maybe this is the reason why Cersei Queen likes Gryn.
The original plan needs to be slightly changed...Varys is a person who feeds on conspiracy and power, and has quietly prepared countermeasures.
Varys sighed, "I have to admire the king and Hand of the King's employer. They always have a bright eye. You deserve their trust."
Gryn said silently, but...
Varys's tone was sincere. "However, I still want to be selfish, think about you first, and put your safety first. I believe that with the combat power of your soldiers, your plan is likely to succeed."
Gryn looked puzzled and said, "Sir Varys, actually I have been wanting to ask you. I can feel your kindness. Although I am grateful to you, it also confuses me."
"Seeing you always reminds me of the war more than ten years ago...Prince Rhaegar has died in the battle. Those who were beholden to Prince Rhaegar were the first, followed by everyone else who chose to kneel down and surrender.
Only the taciturn Crackclaw Point people were still unwilling to surrender. They fought to the last moment until the last man standing. They protected their loyalty, which is honor.
I also failed to perform my duties well. I advised His Majesty Aerys (Mad King) that Lannister cannot be trusted and do not open the city gate to them. As for the result... everyone is now clear.
Now we are Baratheon Dynasty, we are all loyal to King Robert, I am just sorry, this has nothing to do with right or wrong, let alone position. I have always had sympathy for the loyal old ministers because I admire their character. Sympathy does not mean pity.
You are their descendant, so I will naturally treat you differently. Wherever I can, I am willing to release the little goodwill I have left without asking for anything in return."
Gryn's lips moved, his eyes showed gratitude, and he stared at Varys for a while.
Finally, Gryn lowered his eyes with a heavy expression and sighed deeply.
The atmosphere in the room became solemn for a moment.
After a pause, Gryn gathered his thoughts, and thanked Varys with his chest, "Sir Varys, thank you for your kind heart, loyalty and fearlessness, House Crabb will never forget you."
Varys smiled and nodded, "Why is it that in the power game of the big guys, it is the little guys who always suffer the most? Lord Gryn, raid Magister of Pentos, even if the mission is successfully completed, the big guys will ruthlessly sacrifice you for the so-called overall situation. Their reasons are sufficient, and your behavior is equivalent to an undeclared war."
After listening to Varys's words, Gryn remained silent, with a look on his face that still seemed a little unwilling.
Is this the real Gryn?
Varys is also judging in his mind. Based on the information he collected, Gryn is not an impulsive person.
Which one is the real Gryn?
Varys is not in a hurry to judge a person. He deals with all kinds of information every day and knows very well that he cannot subjectively identify a person first, as this will really affect his judgment.
The human heart is unpredictable, everything is changing, and nothing is fixed forever.
Gryn's tone was helpless. "Sir Varys, I can't think of any other good solutions for the time being. I thought three years was enough. I have to admit that I made things simple."
Varys said patiently, "Lord Gryn, actually you have ignored the most important issue."
Gryn raised his eyebrows. "Please tell me directly."
Varys stood up slowly, walked to the window and the door, and looked around naturally.
After sitting down again, Varys stared at Gryn and said, "Have you ever thought that this is a task that can never be completed?"
Gryn frowned, seeming to be thinking about the meaning of Varys's words.
Varys's upper body leaned forward and his tone was very heavy. "Suppose, Targaryen's orphan appears in front of you, are you sure the sword in your hand can stab their chest?"
Gryn was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and lowered his eyes with a complicated expression.
The corner of Varys's mouth curled up for a moment, he looked at Gryn and said, "I can feel that you are hesitating."
Gryn stood up and said, "Sir Varys, thank you for meeting me, and thank you even more for your kind words."
After saying that, Gryn nodded to Varys and said goodbye, turned around and strode away.
Varys held hands together, slightly nodded his chin, and stared at Gryn's leaving back.