Gary and 1,500 the North soldiers found Trident's new military camp. He had just entered the camp and rested for a while. Margaery and Daenerys had no chance to meet before they were stopped by Tyrion.
"Your Majesty, I want to report to you on matters related to Vale."
Gary had no choice but to return to the tent and sat back helplessly, "Okay, my Lord Hand, let me hear your results."
Tyrion recounted his experience, and then said, "Duke Robert·Arryn is in the camp. He has been waiting for many days. In order to express the North's sincerity, it is best for your majesty to receive him immediately."
Gary said quite dissatisfied, "You didn't kill Baelish?"
Tyrion whispered, "Your Majesty, Robert·Arryn trusts Petyr·Baelish. If we kill Baelish now, Robert·Arryn will definitely hate House Stark. After all, Robert·Arryn is just a child. Only after we alienate his relationship with Baelish can we quietly deal with Baelish to minimize the impact."
Gary reluctantly accepted Tyrion's idea, "Send people to keep an eye on Baelish. I'm afraid this troublemaker will not be peaceful. Back then, he was able to single-handedly promote War of the Five Kings..."
"Your Majesty, you are joking. How could Baelish be the instigator of War of the Five Kings..."
Tyrion's smile froze, "Is your Majesty telling the truth?"
"Well, that's why I asked you to kill him directly. Littlefinger Baelish and Spider Varys are important people who can affect the stability of Westeros. If they cannot be used by me, they will become my enemy sooner or later."
Gary's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He secretly clenched his fists and crushed a corner of the wooden table.
Baelish has a personal grudge with him. In order to avenge Eddard·Stark, he cannot let Littlefinger go.
Tyrion became serious, "I will send someone to sneak into the Eyrie secretly and assassinate Baelish."
Gary refused, "No need. If Baelish could be assassinated so easily, he would have died countless times. You'd better communicate with him normally to avoid alerting the enemy."
He thought for a while and said, "Let him set off with Vale's army. When he arrives on the battlefield, I will find a way to make him die in an accident."
Tyrion was kind-hearted this time but did something bad. "Understood, I will order you to go down and send someone overnight to ask Baelish to come out of the valley."
"No need to be in such a hurry."
Gary waved his hand, "First go and invite Duke Robert·Arryn to come over. The alliance between Vale and the North is the big deal. Littlefinger's matter can be put aside."
"Yes."
Tyrion turned around and left the camp. To show his respect, as Hand of the King, he would personally invite Duke Robert·Arryn.
Ten minutes later.
Eight-year-old Robert·Arryn, accompanied by John Royce Earl, entered the main account of Gary.
"Luke Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty Lu Luke."
John·Royce Earl pulled the timid Robert·Arryn together and bowed their heads to Gary.
Gary pointed to a row of wooden chairs opposite the desk, "Take a seat, you two. Before Duke Arryn takes the oath, I want to talk about Arya's marriage first."
After the two sat down, Gary said, "Let me tell you straight, Arya is the princess of the North, and I am not prepared to let her marry outside. When I capture King's Landing, she will live with me in King's Landing."
Jon Royce Earl felt unconvinced, "Vale soldiers are about to fight for His Majesty's throne, won't they get anything in return?"
Gary held out a finger, "How about a seat for Small Council? Before Duke Arryn came of age, this seat was occupied by John Royce Earl, you will act as the agent."
John Royce Earl sat upright excitedly and almost screamed with excitement.
Then he saw Gary's teasing eyes and hesitated in embarrassment, "Your Majesty's arrangement is very fair..."
"No!"
Eight-year-old Robert·Arryn jumped off the wooden chair and said loudly, "I don't want a seat, I want..."
Gary couldn't help but frown. Could it be that Robert·Arryn was deeply influenced by Littlefinger and didn't ask to marry Arya?
Robert·Arryn pointed at Tyrion and said seriously, "I want him to be my personal jester and perform pig-riding jousts for me! If so, I will be loyal to you."
The corners of Gary's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned to look at Tyrion, who had a dull look on his face, "Hand of the King, what do you think?"
Tyrion slapped the table and stood up, "This is too much! Your Majesty, I suggest you use Dragon to attack the Eyrie!"
John Royce Earl quickly held Robert·Arryn's mouth, and regardless of the Duke's struggle, he hugged him back to his seat, "Your Majesty, Lord Hand, the Duke is young and speaks freely. Please don't take it to heart."
Gary said with a teasing smile, "Hand of the King knows how to ride a pig to compete in martial arts? How about giving it to Duke Robert? I will give the Small Council seat he gave up to your family."
"No! Your Majesty, no!" John Royce Earl shouted repeatedly.
Tyrion said with a dark face, "Your Majesty is joking. My other two direct relatives are His Majesty's enemies. They are not qualified to enter His Majesty's Small Council."
John Royce Earl hurriedly explained, "Your Majesty, the Duke is young and is talking nonsense, which cannot be taken seriously!"
Gary took a deep look at John Royce Earl and warned, "Yon Earl, Duke Robert will be in your care from now on. Is it not difficult to get rid of all the bad habits he learned from Baelish?"
John Royce Earl immediately understood what Gary meant. He pulled Robert·Arryn up and knelt down on one knee. "Yes, Your Majesty, I will live up to your trust and take good care of Duke Robert."
Gary asked them to get up, "Tonight you can take Duke Robert back to your Vale military camp. As for how to persuade the other Vale lords, I believe John Earl has his own way."
Yon Royce Earl nodded with a wry smile. Since he got the biggest cake, he must bleed in other places to appease the other Vale lords.
Gary threw a Valyrian steel dagger to John Royce Earl. The handle on it was in the shape of a wolf's head, which was very distinctive.
"Take this as a token from me. With this dagger, you can see me directly and no one will stop you."
Jon Royce Earl took the dagger and the moment he pulled it out of the sheath, he recognized the blade forged by Valyrian steel.
He bowed his head in salute and said happily, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your trust."
Gary looked at Tyrion who was still unhappy and reminded Jon Royce, "Find two jesters for Duke Robert to prevent him from thinking about my Hand of the King all the time.. This time it's in the military tent, there are only a few of us, so it's nothing. But if in the future, Duke Robert makes Hand of the King embarrassed in public... I won't be able to mediate it."
John Royce Earl nodded hurriedly, "Yes."
Later, he apologized to Tyrion, and then took the reluctant Robert·Arryn away.
"The Fool... I want the Fool! I want to see the dwarf joust on a pig!"