Tears streamed down Jeffries' face as he choked out, "Thank you... so very much... I'll forever be grateful for your kindness..."
Five-year-old Darius, seeing only his father's tears, puckered his little mouth, about to cry, but the thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man beside him immediately soothed him in a low voice.
The thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man was worried that Darius would leave a bad impression of weakness on Baron Green.
Green glanced sideways at Matier and said, "Matier, be sharp, come and look after your younger brother."
Green's voice finally brought Matier, who was deep in thought, back to his senses.
His father had gained an adopted son, and the events of today would eventually reach his father's ears, and his own poor performance wouldn't be hidden.
Matier was worried that his always strict father might use this as an excuse to force him to have another son; he was truly terrified of being confined again, and it had left a shadow in his heart!
However, Matier then thought, he was now Lord Green's squire, so even his father couldn't control him, hehe!
Green saw the rich expressions on Matier's face and didn't know how to evaluate this new squire.
Green, expressionless, inwardly wanted to roll his eyes in disdain.
...
Seeing that Jeffries' emotions had begun to calm down, Green spoke, "Your house, the plates or curtains in your house, and every gold dragon you've saved, I will arrange for someone to keep them safe. When your child grows a little older... let's say 15 years old."
"At that age, he will be considered grown, and I will hand all of these over to your son, Darius, one by one."
Is this too generous? Jeffries' heart was in turmoil, and he opened his mouth, unable to speak.
In over twenty years of business experience, Jeffries had long understood a principle: when listening to someone speak, what matters is not what they say, but what they don't say.
Jeffries' mind suddenly cleared at this moment; he thought of his trading company.
Thinking of this, Jeffries, on the contrary, felt relieved. Before, he had only heard of Baron Green's generosity, a generosity that terrified him.
Jeffries spoke weakly, "Rosser..."
Hearing this, the thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man who had been holding Darius's little hand walked to the carriage door and bowed to Jeffries.
Jeffries, forcing himself to gather his strength, said to Green, "Baron, Rosser is the most trusted manager of my trading company; most of my company's affairs have always been handled by Rosser... cough cough..."
After a few coughs, Jeffries took a deep breath, enduring his physical discomfort, and continued, "I have no way to repay your kindness, please protect the trading company I offer to you."
Green's brown eyes shifted, glancing at the chubby little boy who was tightly hugging one of Matier's big legs with his small arms and hands, and he sighed softly.
Jeffries also noticed his young son, who was very close to Matier, and a look of relief flashed in his eyes.
"Rosser, this is my last request. From now on, you will have only one master, Baron Green."
Having said that, Jeffries seemed to have exhausted all his strength, slowly closing his eyes, his breath weak.
The thin, dark-skinned Rosser couldn't help but exclaim, "Master!"
Jeffries, leaning against the seat leg, opened a slit of his eyes and weakly shook his head.
Rosser first wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, then roughly straightened his clothes.
Rosser moved to stand before Green and bowed, "My Master, your loyal servant Rosser is always at your service."
Green nodded slightly.
...
Hook Alley, Green's study.
Jeffries' matter was only temporarily concluded, and many things still piled up. Green assigned the four Klaeber Tribe Soldiers to Rosser, instructing him to handle the remaining matters concerning Jeffries.
After arriving at the study, Green first wrote an order to mobilize 20 Survey Corps soldiers, sending his attendant to the Red Keep to give it to his "acquaintance" Jaime, asking him to help send out a raven.
After the attendant left the study with the envelope, Green then received Follard and Leyton, who had come from the Queen's Quarter.
Green had not forgotten that the Queen Cersei's Kingswood Hunting party would pass through the Queen's Quarter the day after tomorrow morning.
The diligent Green would stand his ground on every shift.
Leyton spoke first, "My Master, as per your instructions, the constabulary has added 200 temporary constables. Approximately 1000 commoners will gather along the roadsides of the Queen's Quarter where Her Majesty the Queen will pass.
They are all relatives of our constables and temporary constables. Except for the constables maintaining order who wear uniforms, the temporary constables dispersed among the crowd will all wear ordinary clothes. The temporary constables in ordinary clothes will secretly maintain order within the crowd."
Green nodded, his gaze shifting towards Follard.
Follard's voice was very rough, "Lord Green, as per your command, the area where Her Majesty the Queen will pass will be sealed off by our people and Lannister's Red Cloaks starting tomorrow afternoon. Besides the commoners arranged by Leyton, no one else will appear in that area."
Green hummed and said to Leyton, "Leyton, for the original residents of that area, don't be stingy with the compensation. The result I want is for them to hope for another time because of the compensation, which will be beneficial for our future governance. You understand that place; you should control the amount of compensation well."
Leyton nodded, "Yes, My Master, excessive generosity can lead to greed, which is not the Master's original intention. I will definitely control the compensation scale well."
Green's gaze moved back to Follard, "Once Queen Cersei exits the Steel Gate, you will lift the blockade. You are responsible for gathering the Clan Soldiers and Lannister's Red Cloaks and having them follow the hunting party from behind."
Follard wanted to say something but ultimately closed his mouth, merely nodding in acknowledgment of the order.
A smile appeared in Green's eyes as he looked at Follard, "Follard, are you still not used to the constable's duty?"
Follard chuckled, rubbing his hands, and said, "Lord Green, it was fine at first, with battles every day. It's been a while since any conflicts occurred, and only Leyton has been busy. I'm a bit at a loss for what to do. Have we been too harsh, making them too scared to come out?"
Leyton, the little steward, truly lived up to being Surana's eldest son; he had great potential, and Green found him increasingly easy to work with.
Green then thought of Kalaiya, who was far away in Whispering City, wondering how she was learning under Maester Al.
As his influence gradually expanded, Green felt more deeply about the thinness of his talent pool.
...
Green stopped his thoughts, "During the time I am not in King's Landing, you are responsible for teaching the constables swordsmanship in your free time. You will arrange the specific training. If you teach well, when I return, I will arrange someone to take over your duties, and you will still serve as my Chief Guard."
Being bored was just an excuse for Follard; seeing the Queen's Quarter gradually stabilize, he simply wanted to return to his position as Green's Chief Guard.
Although Follard was a warrior enthusiastic about combat, he also had his own subtle intentions. Unless under special circumstances, one should not be away from their liege for too long, as it concerned one's future.