All members of Lannister knew that Duke Tywin Lannister's favorite was Jaime Lannister.
Jaime's own excellence made his position in Lannister transcendent.
Tywin Lannister had always been cold and ignored Tyrion; regardless of Tywin's attitude towards Tyrion, just looking at Tyrion's Dwarf appearance made it hard for people to like him, and easier to despise him.
Despite all of the above, with Jaime's affection and protection, the Lannister members at least maintained superficial respect for Tyrion.
Lancel Lannister was also one of them.
But today, Lancel personally witnessed Tyrion slap Prince Joffrey to protect himself.
Lancel no longer felt merely polite respect for his cousin Tyrion, but rather adoration in his heart.
Lancel's eyes fluttered, filled with gratitude and reverence as he looked at Tyrion.
Lancel's gaze was naturally intense, and Tyrion, like Baron Green, couldn't help but shiver under Lancel's sparkling eyes.
Tyrion avoided Lancel's gaze and patted his thigh: "Let's go, let's leave here and find the little Baron. They started preparing smoked roasted beef early this morning, and beef pairs best with summer red."
Lancel recalled the scene of rolling heads, unable to shake off the bone-chilling dread in his heart.
Could he still eat meat? Lancel swallowed the churning in his stomach, feeling that Baron Green and the others had truly strong hearts.
Lancel cautiously glanced in the direction Prince Joffrey had left, and seeing it was still empty, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and followed Tyrion: "Cousin Tyrion, do we need to tell Jaime?"
Tyrion spread his hands: "Jaime and Cersei are discussing things. I don't want to bother her right now. My older sister would love to have an excuse to devour me."
Tyrion then comforted him: "You should calm down. I promise nothing will happen. I think we should focus more on the evening's banquet."
Lancel felt that Tyrion made sense; he was indeed flustered right now.
As Tyrion walked, he said: "Lancel, don't just think about the horror you saw at the execution ground. You should think more about why Baron Green did what he did. Perhaps you can learn something useful from his actions!"
Learn Baron Green's cruelty?
Lancel suddenly felt that the battlefield might not be as beautiful as he imagined; the numbers in books were completely different from what he saw with his own eyes.
It was too bloody; the battlefield would definitely be even more gruesome.
Perhaps Father saw early on that I wasn't suited for the battlefield, which is why he kept me away from the army.
Tyrion was very patient: "You are still focusing most of your attention on the bloodiness of the scene, but I must tell you, all of this is essentially a means of governance."
"Baron Green is one of the very few nobles I know who values commoners. Perhaps it's a talent; he might have already grasped the essence of power from a young age."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Later, don't just focus on drinking and having fun. You can ask Baron Green more about governance. These insights will be helpful for your future path."
Lancel came back to his senses and nodded: "I understand, Tyrion."
Tyrion suddenly worried about the future of Lannister.
Jaime was too emotional; it seemed only Tywin and he had brains in Lannister.
Oh, and Uncle Kevan.
Three brains might be enough, because Lannister has a lot of gold.
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King's Landing, a certain alley in the Queen's Quarter.
Monton Wei Shui raised his war hammer, charged, then swung it fiercely, and the sound of bones shattering echoed.
Angai carefully straightened his blue robe, picked up his bow, strung an arrow, drew the bowstring to a full moon, and with a whoosh, the sharp arrow pierced the neck of a burly man in the distance.
Monton's war hammer smashed another enemy's head, and viscous red splattered everywhere.
Monton and Angai secretly competed, you smash one, I immediately shoot one.
Monton's shield moved, with a thud, perfectly parrying an enemy's longsword thrust.
The enemy, whose hands were numb from Monton's shield block, watched helplessly as the war hammer fell, shattering his head.
Only two of the dozen enemies remained.
Monton briefly charged up, launched a rush, a shield bash, a hammer swing, leaving two bloodstains.
Monton gasped, plopped down on a stone, and pulled down his helmet's visor: "Angai, I killed one more, hehe."
When Monton charged, Angai guessed his intention and helplessly put away his bow and arrow.
Angai walked with a frown, avoiding the bloodstains on the road, his brand new brown leather boots completely unstained.
Monton stared blankly at Angai's actions, and said foolishly: "Angai, clothes and boots will get dirty sooner or later."
Angai walked to Monton's side and checked his boots carefully again: "Monton, don't mind me. This is the first time I've worn such a nice robe.
And these soft leather boots, do you know how comfortable my feet are when I walk? I really love them.
By the Seven Gods, you don't understand. In my perception, only nobles can dress like this, and this is actually my soldier's robe."
Kleber's soldier's blue robes, compared to the clothes of nobles, were several grades lower in dyeing process and material, mainly because Angai's knowledge was insufficient; this was a beautiful misunderstanding.
Appearance was also a kind of combat power; Baron Green attached great importance to the aesthetics and uniformity of soldier uniforms.
Born a commoner, and later living as a wandering Sellsword, this was Angai's first time wearing such formal and good-looking clothes.
Monton said foolishly: "Everyone has gone through this; you'll get used to it after a while. Before, we all wore gray robes, but recently we changed to blue robes."
Angai scratched the back of his head and said sheepishly: "I might take a bit longer to get used to it."
Seeing Angai interested in these clothes, Monton added: "Let's kill a few more today, and be quick about it. There aren't many Sellswords who snuck in. Since you are the lord's personal guard, if you perform well today, you might get a cloak embroidered with Kleber's crest earlier."
Angai's eyes lit up and he said: "Why haven't I seen it? Do you have one?"
Monton nodded his head foolishly.
Angai was puzzled: "Why haven't I seen your cloak?"
Monton chuckled and replied: "I'm afraid of tearing it. Unless there's an order, I'm reluctant to wear it."
Angai nodded in agreement: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go! Didn't you say there aren't many people in total?"
"Yes, I heard Leyton say there are only 100, not enough for us to share."
"Right, it affects my performance. That... what does the cloak look like? Can I see yours when we go back?"
Monton secured his war hammer: "It's blue, with marsh marigold embroidered on it. The flowers are huge. If you like mine, I can lend it to you to wear first."
"Then I'll buy you a drink? Oh, I'm really poor right now. Let's wait until I get my military pay."
"Just kill a few more. After we're done, we can exchange them for wine per head, or money too."
"What money? Of course, we'll exchange for wine! Monton, let's run!"