iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 129

The 16-year-old (298AC) Lord Green had to fall into thinking after hearing Surana's advice.

It won't be long before Kleiber can establish the ruling right of the Crab Claw Peninsula. The territory needs a legitimate heir, so that it can unite people's hearts more.

Getting married and having children is a very important part of the work of the Lords of Westeros. For them, nothing can compare to the continuation of the family from generation to generation.

A figure flashed in Green's mind, rubbing his thumb against his index finger.

Green reflected for a moment, and it seemed that he liked or habitually chose the hard path.

Green left his chair and walked to the window. He saw clan soldiers sparring below.

Surana followed and said respectfully: "There are many noble ladies of marriageable age in the Crab Claw Peninsula. Those family heads must be very willing to marry Kleb."

She was referring to the Crab Claw Peninsula nobles such as the Boggs family, the Brunn family, the Cave family, the Hardy family, and the Paine family.

Green's eyes moved slightly and said: "Sulana, I want them to surrender to Kleb."

Instead of sharing the fruit...Green didn't say the latter sentence.

The respected Prime Minister Jon has passed away, and Green will naturally inherit his will, continue to block and suppress other nobles in the Crab Claw Peninsula except Kleber, until they are willing to integrate into the Kleiber Legion system.

Green turned his face sideways and looked at Surana. His voice was gentle: "Ms. Surana, I will take this matter seriously."

Surana quickly left the room, as a butler, there were many things that needed to be arranged before leaving.

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Red Fort.

In the Red Keep, the Duke of Winterfell had not yet arrived at King's Landing, nor was His Majesty Robert, but the king's order to appoint him as the Hand of the King had already been issued.

Green learned about this from the golden robe guarding the gate when he entered the Red Castle.

Even if the guard didn't tell him, he would know the news soon after entering the Red Castle.

He tossed a silver stag to the golden robe who was smiling all over his face, and the kind-hearted Lord Green encouraged the enthusiasm of the loyal guards.

Amidst the compliments, Green flicked his blue cloak, and Green stepped in the direction of the government affairs hall.

Either way, the future belongs to Eddard Stark for some time to come.

As for Mace Tyrell, he thought it was up to King Robert to decide what to do with the Lord of Highgarden who had come from afar.

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King Robert is throwing a great tourney to celebrate the new Hand, Lord Eddard.

The winner of the lance competition will be awarded 4 gold dragons, and the second place will be rewarded 2 gold dragons; the winner of the team close combat competition will be rewarded 2 gold dragons; the winner of the archery competition will be rewarded 1 gold dragons.

Hiss, this is good news!

Green is already the lord who has seen 15 golden dragons, and he quickly calmed down.

Approaching the government affairs hall, Green saw two figures, one fat and one thin, under the gazebo in the distance.

One is slim, the other loose; one has hair, the other is bald; Petyr and Varys seem like natural opposites.

The two of them have been secretly plotting to plunge Westeros into chaos, and the righteous Green has a very good impression of these two conspirators... Forget it, strictly speaking, they are colleagues.

Green deliberately raised the sound of his footsteps.

Aware of the gazes of Petyr and Varys, Green nodded slightly at first, and then greeted him as he approached: "Good day, Lord Petyr, Lord Varys, please forgive me for interrupting."

Varys put his arms around each other and said with a smile, "Lord Petyr and I are having an interesting conversation. I'm glad you can join me, Earl Green."

Petyr looked at the smiling Varys, and said, "Lord Varys, maybe boring is a more appropriate description."

After speaking, without waiting for Wallis's reply, he turned to Green, curled his lips and said, "Earl Green, if I guessed correctly, you should have come to see me."

Petyr and Varys often had some quarrels during this period, which is something everyone knows.

Green shrugged and said, "Lord Petyr, your wisdom is admirable! I just learned that the Duke of Winterfell was appointed as the new Prime Minister by King Robert..."

He smiled, there are some things they are tacit understanding.

Varys smiled and said: "The king's order came suddenly, and the new prime minister represents new changes. I can't help feeling timid."

Green is very dedicated, and he comforted him seriously: "Master Varys, your role is irreplaceable, and the new prime minister needs your help."

Varys said modestly: "It is a great honor to serve the new Prime Minister."

Petyr's gray-green eyes looked at Varys, and his voice was hoarse and full of magnetism: "I really have to envy your position, Lord Varys."

Green asked puzzledly, "Lord Petyr, you seem to have encountered a problem?"

Petyr smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Varys explained: "Earl Green, the Chancellor of the Exchequer is worrying about how to raise the golden dragons needed for the martial arts competition in a short period of time. You should also know it? The total rewards need to prepare 9 golden dragons."

Petyr sighed: "9 gold dragons are far from enough, and other expenses have to be added. I also know that His Majesty Robert must have a big banquet. That means we need cooks, carpenters, maids, singers, actors and actresses. Juggling fool... Our king has always been very generous, according to past experience, at least 16 golden dragons must be prepared." Green's eyes moved: "Lord Petyr, are you looking for Lannister?"

If he had found the golden rose in the past, Petyr could have easily obtained a loan for the royal family, but now... this time is to celebrate the new prime minister's appointment, how dare he rub salt on Duke Metz's wounds.

Lannister VS Tyrell, Cersei Lannister has a thorn in the heart of the Tyrell family.

Stark VS Tyrell, the Duke of Mace failed to take the position of prime minister that he was destined to win.

It seems that Tyrell has suffered a lot, but he still needs to add fuel to the fire. The Westerlands and the River Bend have been neighbors for many years, and Green should help them deepen their relationship.

As for Stark VS Lannister, that is Cersei's boss's home court, and the battle between the wolf and the golden lion is inevitable.

The Vale and the Riverlands, and Dorne... Lord Grimm has a long way to go.

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He blinked, withdrew his thoughts, and continued: "Queen Cersei is not familiar with Winterfell, so she will lack some enthusiasm."

After Green finished speaking, the three of them first looked at each other. Petyr and Varys smiled and nodded slightly, with meaningful smiles on their faces.

After a pause, Petyr shrugged and said, "The Red Castle already owes Lannister more than 300 million gold dragons, so it's really nothing to borrow another few hundred thousand..."

He raised the corners of his lips, and continued: "After seeing the king's order, I planned to go to see Queen Cersei. If the queen understands, things will be much simpler."

Sighing, Petyr spread his hands and said, "I happened to meet Lord Varys, and I had to accept his kindness, and then you came."

Varys smiled and said: "Lord Petyr, this is just a small favor, don't take it to heart. When Queen Cersei is upset, we shouldn't bother her anymore, this is also a manifestation of loyalty."

The corners of Petyr's eyes twitched, and he said coldly: "Everyone knows this, but we don't have eyes and ears everywhere, my Chief Intelligence Officer."

Varys' smile deepened, and his tone was more humble: "I just happened to hear it. My little bird can't buy the White Walker, my treasurer."

Green's heart moved, Petyr was good at buying people, did he reach out to Varys?

With a little doubt on his face, Green did not disturb the conversation between the two. He is a very good audience.

Petyr's smile was very elegant, but his tone was slightly mocking: "Don't you always say that your little birds are everywhere? Golden dragons can only buy people who don't have much loyalty."

Varys panicked: "Oh, that's just my joke, I don't have that much ability!"

After finishing speaking, Varys wanted to reach out and grab Petyr's hand to show his sincerity, but Petyr avoided it naturally.

Petyr looked in the direction of Maig Tower, raised his hand to stroke his neat hair, and murmured: "I don't know when Her Majesty's mood will become happy, soon knights from all over the Seven Kingdoms will gather in King's Landing, It cannot be because we have influenced the kindness and generosity of the King."

Varys withdrew his lost hands without changing his expression, and the smile on his face remained undiminished: "Lord Petyr, here is the most trusted minister of Maigata, Her Majesty the Queen."

Petyr withdrew his worried gaze, first nodded slightly at Varys, and then turned to Green.

Petyr's tone was sincere: "Earl Green, my friend, do you have any good suggestions?"

Green nodded and said sincerely: "Lord Petyr, it would be my honor if I could help you."

After bowing his head and thinking for a while, Green raised his head and scanned his surroundings to see if there was anyone else nearby.

Then Green approached the two of them and lowered his voice: "My lords, have you ever noticed the list of the Duke of Winterfell's entourage?"

Petyr and Varys looked at each other, and then looked at Green at the same time.

Green said directly: "The eldest daughter and second daughter of the Duke of Winterfell are among the entourage, which is why Her Highness the Queen is in a bad mood."

After a moment of silence, Wallis covered his mouth and exclaimed, "Could it be that they want..."

Petyr's eyes flickered, the corners of his lips curled up at first, and then he said in a rather helpless tone: "Things have become complicated. It seems that I have to bargain with the Archbishop again."

Green hesitated for a moment, then turned to Petyr and said, "Actually, Queen Cersei still cares about the kingdom's affairs, Lord Petyr."

Petyr's eyes moved and he looked at Green: "Oh? Do you have any idea?"

Petyr didn't play it, he really hated being approached by a high priest who was as good a bargain as the fishmongers of Dorne.

Green smiled, raised his right hand and stretched out two fingers, and immediately stretched out the remaining fingers, his palm facing Petyr's direction.

The corner of Petyr's mouth twitched, he paused for a moment, and reached out a hand to press Green's thumb and forefinger.

Green's thumb was easily pressed by him, but the other four fingers did not move at all.

Petyr didn't hold back, and quickly withdrew his hand. He was an elegant gentleman.

Varys smiled and watched the silent interaction between Grimm and Petyr.

Petyr sighed and said, "We haven't gotten to know the new Prime Minister yet, but I don't think it will be as easy as it is now."

Green said helplessly: "I can only be regarded as an advance payment. I don't want to be watched by the Prime Minister like before."

He put on a sincere smile and said, "Lord Petyr, I will remember your help."

Petyr shrugged and said, "It's just mutual assistance. Everyone knows that our Majesty lacks patience."

Green nodded in agreement, and he asked Varys, "Lord Varys, do you know where the Duke of Winterfell is?"

(End of this chapter)