Gary told the details he knew, "You also know that Tyrion is not favored by Tywin·Lannister. Back then, it was Jaime..."
After Tysha heard this, he was unhappy and angry, "Is this the story he told His Majesty? He is so eloquent that he turned himself into a victim, which is ridiculous."
Gary opened his mouth and sighed, "Forget it, if you don't plan to forgive Tyrion, just try to avoid him. I will arrange for you to join the church and let you participate in matters related to Red Keep as little as possible to reduce the contact between the two of you."
Tysha meant exactly that, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Gary looked at Daenerys, "Dany, you will go out of the city tomorrow to transfer the dragoons outside the city into the city and station them directly in Red Keep. From now on, they will be your direct troops, do you understand?"
Daenerys nodded yes.
Tysha on the side looks strange. They are both officially an unmarried couple. Why do they still treat each other like superiors and subordinates?
Gary knocked on the table, "Tysha, this Melisandre priest will form a Magic army for me in the future. He has no skills at all, so I plan to let you command the musketeers."
"Musketeers?" Tysha This was the first time I heard this term, so I couldn't help but be confused.
Gary handed her the design drawing on the table, "The musket is a new weapon we are developing. Before that, you can form a team and wait for assembly."
He further explained, "Muskets are easy to use, so the most important thing for a musketeer is loyalty! Of course, there is also the courage to face danger."
Tysha couldn't understand such a complicated design, but when she heard the word "loyalty", she immediately thought of the sisters in Pentos, "How many people does your Majesty need?"
Gary extends five fingers.
"Five thousand people?" Tysha guessed.
Gary shook his head, "Five hundred is enough."
What a coincidence? Tysha There are exactly over 500 female cavalrymen left in Pentos. "Your Majesty, during my tenure at Pentos Magister, I formed a female cavalry unit of 500 people. They are all homeless and miserable people who accompany me through life and death. I think..."
"Okay, let them come over." Gary agreed directly. He trusted Tysha, and he would naturally trust the women's cavalry unit.
A smile finally appeared on Tysha's extremely serious face, "Your Majesty, please send someone to Pentos to hand over government affairs to them. Pentos has been managed so much by us, we can't just give up."
Gary couldn't think of a candidate for the time being, "Well, let me think about it for a few days."
"Yes."
After everyone finished talking, it was already late at night. Under the order of Gary, Tysha and Daenerys were unable to stay to help, so the two women had to return to Red Keep to rest.
Gary chose to stay with the Alchemists' Guild and planned to continue developing the flintlock gun with Melisandre tomorrow morning.
Noon the next day.
Tyrion came to the guild to visit Gary with a pile of documents in his arms.
"Your Majesty, this is the storage record of Vale and Pentos's money and grain..."
"This is the recent renovation of King's Landing, the specific expenditure..."
"This is a letter from the North princes. They are all to thank Your Majesty..."
"These are the report letters from Lord Vale..."
"This is a letter of allegiance sent by the lords of Crownlands..."
"This is a request for help from Highgarden."
Gary looked at the pile of letters and books on the table and felt that his head was getting bigger.
"Where is Highgarden's request for help? This is more important, give it to me now."
With Bingling here, why would Highgarden send back a request for help? It's really strange.
Tyrion took out a separate letter from his sleeve and handed it to Gary, "Your Majesty, the letter from Highgarden is here."
Gary took the letter and read it.
"Big sea monster? The other the Reach lords ignored Highgarden's plea for help? What do they want? Are they all going to support House Greyjoy?"
After reading this, Gary was so angry that he crushed the armrests of the wooden chair.
Tyrion is already accustomed to Gary's great strength, "Your Majesty, please continue reading."
Gary held back his anger and continued reading, "Citadel helped Euron·Greyjoy develop a new type of weapon, artillery... artillery?! What the hell!"
He stood up in surprise and paced back and forth, "Reply immediately and ask them to salvage the artillery underneath Mander River and transport it to King's Landing."
"Understood." Tyrion did not leave immediately. He had to wait for Gary to read the entire letter.
Gary's mind was now full of Citadel's artillery, so he had no time to continue reading the letter. Finally, under the urging of Tyrion, he continued to read the letter.
After a while, he put down the letter, "Evacuate Highgarden? Tyrion, what do you think?"
Tyrion thought about it for a while and asked, "Before I answer this question, I would like to ask your Majesty to answer me first, when will we start to counterattack the other four countries?"
Gary had already planned, "When Gold Dragon from Iron Bank arrives at King's Landing, I will start to form an army. It can take as little as half a year or as long as one year."
Tyrion expressed his opinion, "If His Majesty cannot support Highgarden immediately, I suggest that Sir Willas·Tyrell adopt the method of transferring wealth first, leaving Euron with an empty city."
"One year is enough for Euron·Greyjoy to take over most of the Reach's territory. If he forms an alliance with Aegon VI of Stormlands by then and besieges Highgarden... I'm afraid that Highgarden will fall before we can support him."
Gary Recalling that beautiful garden city, I secretly thought it was a pity.
"Reply and ask them to go north along Roseroad after salvaging the artillery. I will send dragoon troops to meet them."
"Dragoon? Your Majesty, you mean those three Dragon?" Tyrion asked in confusion.
Gary did not explain, but said with a mysterious smile, "Don't worry, you will be able to see my dragoon troops in the afternoon."
Tyrion didn't get the answer and left Alchemists' Guild in doubt.
When he walked out of the guild and came to the carriage, he suddenly remembered something important, "Ah, I was so busy that I forgot to ask Your Majesty about the situation of Tysha. I'll go back..."
"Lord Hand, there is an emergency!" A Gold Cloaks came here on horseback and dismounted to report.
Tyrion read the secret message and muttered, "A foreign cavalry that does not belong to Westeros landed on the coast? Is it the men of Aegon VI? Where is the person who reported the message?"
Gold Cloaks replied, "The messenger is Sir Bronn of Stokeworth. He is waiting for you at Tower of the Hand of Red Keep."
"Bronn? He's still alive?"
Tyrion laughed, "Cersei actually kept him until now? It's really beyond my expectation. Let's go, let's go meet this Sir Bronn."