Dinner time.
Gary came to Melisandre and Xiaolu to cleanse themselves from the dust, and by the way, they had a show Small Council.
These days, Tyrion is dealing with refugee issues and other government affairs. Gary only occasionally goes outside the city to treat the injuries of refugees and increase his sense of presence. He spends most of his time working underground.
Tyrion reported the recent situation to him, "Your Majesty, there is a letter from Ser Barristan Selmy. After the Dreadfort captured it, Karhold has surrendered and they are on their way back."
Gary asked Tyrion to take a seat, and the maid poured wine for him. "Karhold surrendered? Didn't make any resistance?"
Tyrion pushed away the fruit wine. He was reporting on work, so it was better to stay awake, "Yes. Jon·Stark also contributed to this. He wrote a letter to Asuor·Karstark, telling him that if he did not surrender, three Dragon and four thousand Wildlings troops would come to the city."
Gary's hand holding the wine glass paused, feeling incredible, "So, they surrendered?"
Tyrion continued, "Not only that, Sir Davos also explained to Karhold's generals defending the city that Miss Yali Karstark is in Winterfell, and she is Karhold Earl. With the outstanding eloquence of Sir Davos, some generals were persuaded to take the initiative to capture Asuor Karstark and his son, and surrendered the city."
Gary smiled softly, "A good thing is worth a drink."
Tyrion toasted to drink together and took a sip. After everyone put down their glasses, he said, "Your Majesty, next is the matter of the refugees. The resettlement work of the two hundred thousand refugees is going smoothly, and about one hundred thousand people choose to stay. They will settle near Winterfell and cultivate the land protected by Winterfell. The remaining one hundred thousand people will be taken away by people from various castles."
Gary put down the wine glass, "Have all the lords replied?"
Tyrion held on to the edge of the table and sat up straight, "The castle closer to you has already replied to your letter, and the castle further away probably just received your letter."
Gary warned sternly, "This matter is very important. It is directly related to the long-term stability of the North. Don't make any mistakes."
"Understood." Tyrion became addicted to alcohol and took another sip secretly. He suddenly thought of something, "Your Majesty, there is one more thing. The lords' replies all mentioned that they encountered difficulties in the process of promoting Supreme God faith. Although they have made it clear that the North will only have Supreme God faith in the future. But the people in the fiefdom will still secretly believe in Old Gods."
Gary took it for granted, "Those common people have never seen the supreme power of Supreme God, so it is normal for them to be obsessed with it."
Tyrion smiled and said, "Through the unremitting efforts of the two ladies, 200,000 people outside the city have become devout believers of Supreme God. After they go to the fiefdoms of various castles, word of mouth will spread the word, which will definitely affect other the North people."
After Gary gained these 200,000 followers, Magic's strength has obviously increased. Of course, the so-called "becoming stronger" means that he can use more Mana. He can use the followers as a carrier to use more of Primal Stone's power.
While Tyrion was drinking, he was also observing other people at the main table.
Margaery, Daenerys, Melisandre and Xiaolu are not interested in these government affairs. They usually only listen and do not participate in discussions.
Bran and Arya, and three the North Earl: Karhold's Yali·Karstark, the Dreadfort's Shireen·Baila Theon, Torrhen's Square's Aida·Tallhart, their minds are elsewhere and they did not participate in the discussion.
The remaining two people, one is Brienne, who is preoccupied. She has been absent-minded since she came back from outside the city. Originally, it was a great honor for her to be able to dine at the same table with King in the North, but she did not say a word to Gary, and such a good opportunity was wasted.
Tyrion didn't know the other person, but he asked Gary privately. That person was Robb·Stark's wife, Jane·Westerling.
Tyrion drinks with half a smile, this is interesting, how dare she come the North?
Mrs. Xibel, who was sitting at another table, found Tyrion staring at her daughter, and she felt panicked. Her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and she thought, "Tyrion is the son of Tywin. Doesn't he know about his deal with Tywin?"
In fact, Tyrion does know.
He left the banquet temporarily, went to the study room upstairs, wrote something on a white paper, and then went back downstairs to the banquet.
Tyrion placed a folded letter in front of Gary, and then returned to his seat.
Gary and Margaery teased Xiaolu about her "defection" and tempted her to stay in Winterfell and not return to Castle Black.
The little deer drank too much fruit wine, shook his head and agreed, and had a silly time with Margaery.
Gary picked up the letter and glanced at it casually. When he saw the content on the letter, the smile on his face instantly solidified and his expression became extremely serious.
He held up the letter and asked Tyrion, "You know this is a very serious accusation, are you sure?"
Tyrion bowed his head and saluted, "Your Majesty, I'm sure. But you'd better resolve it privately. It's not appropriate to attend a banquet..."
"Bang!"
Gary slapped the table and stood up, causing a big hole in the dining table.
Everyone at the banquet immediately fell silent, leaving only the roar of Gary: "Lajos Furlong! Dasil Lugo!"
The two captains of the Ice Knights came out in response, "Your Majesty."
Gary pointed at Mrs. Xibel not far away, gritted her teeth and said, "Catch her! Throw her into the dungeon!"
Mrs. Xibeier panicked and stood up and shouted, "Your Majesty, Luke, you can't trust the Imp! He is a Lannister! He is framing me. I have no relationship with Tywin..."
Gary squinted his eyes, "When did I say the name Tywin?"
Mrs. Xibel was speechless. She was so nervous just now that she couldn't speak at all, and she didn't even admit it.
Amid the cries of her two children, she was dragged away from the banquet by Ice warriors.
Others here still didn't know what happened, and they all stared at Gary, looking for answers.
Jenny Westerling stood up in confusion, bowed her head and saluted Gary, wanting to plead for her mother. But before she could speak, Gary had already thrown the letter in her face.
Gary said angrily, "You also knew about it? Are you mother and daughter both girls? You actually relied on such a despicable method to murder my brother?"
Jenny Westerling picked up the letter, and the content on the letter was like a heavy hammer hitting her head. She shook her head in confusion, "No, this is not true. Your Majesty, Luke, Tyrion is deceiving you."
Tyrion took a sip of fruit wine and asked, "Which point does Mrs. Jane have questions about? I can answer them for you. It was your mother and Tywin·Lannister who used you to destroy The covenant between House Stark and House Frey? Or did Lord Tywin promise that the title of your family was not fulfilled? No, it was fulfilled. Your uncle is now Castamere Earl."
He put down his glass and said loudly, "Lord Tywin immediately pardoned you and your family after Red Wedding. Why? Isn't it obvious enough? You and Robb·Stark have been together for so long, but you have never gotten pregnant. Why? Because your good mother has been giving you moon tea!"
Tyrion spread his hands, "You cannot be pregnant with Robb·Stark's child. This is the agreement between your mother and my father."
Jenny Westerling burst into tears, picked up a piece of bread and threw it at Tyrion, "No! You are lying!"