iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 11 Chaos is the ladder

Whispering City, banquet hall.

A long table is placed in the middle and both sides of the hall.

The table is full of grilled meat with oil and fresh fruit, as well as various drinks.

Seeing the young maids busy back and forth in the hall, Green was thinking about other things.

The maids wore knee-length blue round-neck dresses.

Traditionally, the skirts of the maids of Whispering Castle are very long, which makes people worry about stepping on or being stepped on the skirts, falling at any time, and easy to pick up dust. Green secretly named it the mopping skirt.

The maids are swaying in front of his eyes every day. Green, who really can't stand it, in the name of Kalea's maid, specially arranged for someone to modify the length of the maid's skirts, changing the length to knee length, and matching them with brown mid-cut moccasins.

With a headscarf, Kleiber maid outfit was born.

After the change, Green finally felt pleasing to the eyes looking at the maids.

The reason why he borrowed the name of Kalea was because Green was worried that he would directly use his own name. If the skirt change incident spread, according to the habits of Westeros, he would have multiple shameful titles such as the Baron of the skirt.

Dragon Mother: "Descendant of Old Valyria, Queen of the First Men and Andals, Ruler of Westeros and Guardian of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Prairie Dothraki, Queen of Meereen, Breaker of Shackles, Mother of Dragons!"

Green: "…………, the Baron of the Skirt!"

Refuse, never admit.

The credit goes to the naturally intelligent Kalea.

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Amidst all kinds of laughter, everyone kept raising their wine glasses, and the atmosphere in the hall became more enthusiastic.

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Green sat alone on the long table belonging to the lord, and only Kalea, who was holding a wine jug, served beside him.

According to the rules of the lord's long table, only the lord's family members or distinguished guests can accompany and sit with the lord.

Green: "Callea, put the jug here, and you go to the banquet too, look over there, your little sisters are on the table over there."

Kalea's small face was rather hesitant.

Green smiled, and reached out to take the flagon from Kalea: "Go, I will call you if there is something to do."

"Then... I'll go and have a look, I'll be back soon!"

Not long after Kalea passed by, Green saw a slender and soft pair of hands filling the flagon and pouring wine for Green: "My master, you will spoil Kalea."

"Ms. Surana, you are always there when I need you."

"Thank you for your recognition of me. If you can reduce my work appropriately, I will appreciate you even more."

During this period of time, Herschel and Surana have been surrounded by the affairs that Green ordered one after another.

"Did you encounter a problem?"

"They call themselves witch doctors. Don't witch doctors need to trim their nails? I'm sure they haven't trimmed their nails since they were born, and they have a stinky smell that never goes away. I haven't had a good appetite since yesterday. Several doctors in Whispering City have a lot of opinions on them. Gathering them together is a disaster in itself. I even thought of the short sword that I haven't used for a long time."

Green understood: "It seems that the witch doctors don't have the consciousness of being captives."

After a pause, Green continued: "Surana, we have to admit that they are unique in the treatment of trauma and the use of herbs. Kleber soldiers need more doctors. With more doctors and good wound medicine, we can save many soldiers."

"Veterans are our treasure."

"You are far-sighted, understand, my master, I just can't help but want to scare the disobedient people with my sword."

Green nodded and said: "Well, I just said that they are captives, so you have found the right idea. Arrange people to do it, whether it's nails, or use a brush to clean them. First arrange soldiers to put swords on their necks, and you will find it much easier."

"Thank you for your help, my master."

After finishing speaking, Surana looked to the other side and frowned indistinctly.

Kalea held the wine glass in her slender hand, and was happily communicating with her maids of the same age.

Green followed Surana's gaze and looked at the blushing Kalea: "Kalea is a quick learner. As a mother, she is worthy of your pride."

"You have a kind heart."

"Saplings need a process of growth, Ms Surana."

Among the Thorn Corps, only Emparo and Reina are eligible to participate in the banquet.

It was the first time to attend the banquet held by the lord. At the beginning, Emparo and Reina were very reserved. After a few drinks, under the strong atmosphere of the banquet, the two also began to talk loudly and drink heavily.

Glancing at Emparo, Sunara blinked and said, "I heard that you are very satisfied with her figure."

Bachelor Al...Green smiled lowly: "Empa is an upright warrior."

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Somewhere in King's Landing, in a dark room.

Littlefinger Petyr Baelish had a pair of gray-green eyes, gray hair, a thin figure, and a neat dark gray robe, like a monk.

Petyr Baelish raised his head with an elegant smile on his lips: "Lord Green Crabbe, a very strange name."

"Yes, my lord, Her Royal Highness seems to be very interested in him. I checked, he is 15 years old, and he is a half-savage nobleman from the Crab Claw Peninsula."

"A model loyal servant to Targaryen..."

The corners of Petyr Baelish's mouth kept a nice curve, and his eyes were calm: "You can't rely on things that float outside. Anything that has not been verified is no longer credible. The magic power of King's Landing attracts ambitious people every moment."

"My lord, forgive me for being stupid, do you need to arrange someone to go over and investigate deeply?"

Petyr Baelish shook his head lightly before saying: "There is no need to make special arrangements. Since Her Royal Highness is interested, the little guy will appear in King's Landing soon. The Red Castle has no secrets."

Petyr Baelish whispered, "Chaos is a ladder."

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A month later.

(End of this chapter)