Just when Herschel had settled the issue of grain in Old Claypole, he started to get a headache over another matter in the Klaeb Territory.
As the Thorn Legion's reputation grew, the spearwives of Kleber became more and more fierce in their actions.
Herschel, the butler who also served as the Governor of Mermaid Port, received reports from the sheriff that several incidents had occurred in Mermaid Port where spearwives forcibly carried away men.
With the operation of Mermaid Port, more and more outsiders arrived daily, and the 'injured' men were often these outsiders.
Facing the fierce Kleber spearwives, ordinary men were truly helpless.
The only thing that comforted Herschel was that the men 'injured' by the spearwives were too embarrassed to publicize their experiences, and they would even actively keep silent, so for a while, it wouldn't tarnish the good name of Mermaid Port.
According to the Lord's vision, most of the future trade in Klaeb Territory would be concentrated in Mermaid Port.
Therefore, it could not be delayed and had to be dealt with promptly; over time, Mermaid Port would eventually be affected.
Herschel was not unfamiliar with this act of carrying people away.
Because the custom of carrying people away had always existed within Klaeb Territory.
According to the knowledge passed down through generations in Herschel's family, in order to 'adapt' to the noble circles and improve the 'image' of the territory, the previous Lords of House Clebber had always deliberately tried to curb this custom of carrying people away.
But at that time, Klaeb Territory, the place now referred to as the Old Territory by the current Kleber, was vast, with scattered inhabitants, and coupled with Kleber's ancestors' lack of skill in governance, it remained superficial, and this custom still prevailed in private.
It wasn't until after the War of the Usurper, when Lady Kleber, Green's mother, led her kin to relocate to the current New Territory, and the accompanying commoners gathered together, that explicit prohibitions were put in place, leading to a thorough improvement.
Under Lady Kleber's governance for more than a decade, this custom had almost disappeared.
Now, with more and more wildlings being absorbed as Kleber commoners, this custom showed signs of a resurgence.
What made Herschel difficult was that Lady Kleber had only issued a territorial decree prohibiting 'forcible abduction of women,' but not 'forcible abduction of men'!
Thinking of Lady Kleber, Herschel felt it was time to regulate the spearwives of Kleber!
The matter of spearwives 'forcibly abducting men' could only be restrained by the Lord's direct order.
Before receiving Green's command, Butler Herschel could only urge the sheriff to strengthen patrols. Butler Herschel picked up his quill again and added this matter to the content of the letter he was writing to Green.
The long Kingswood Hunting party was slowly moving south along the main road.
Green, who had just reported the approximate itinerary for the day to Queen Cersei, who seemed a few points more beautiful than usual, was now riding alongside Lancel.
Although not as handsome as Jaime, the beautiful Lancel was also very popular with noblewomen and young ladies.
Green, who was regionally discriminated against by them, felt a little envy and jealousy towards Lancel.
Lancel maintained a beaming smile: "Green, I think they are secretly looking at me and even deliberately talking to me. This feeling is very strange, and also wonderful!"
Green glanced at Lancel's somewhat submissive face; he felt that the noblewomen should all like him very much.
Very wonderful? Green thought maliciously, should he secretly arrange for the innocent Lancel to be delivered into the mouths of the noblewomen, leaving an indelible wonderful memory in his life.
Heh heh heh!
Lancel lowered his voice and said again: "Don't worry, Green, I remember your warning, I will keep my distance."
Green, straightening his back, nodded slightly: "I believe you can handle it well."
Hearing Green's affirmation in his words made Lancel very happy, and he nodded heavily.
Lancel raised an eyebrow and asked Green: "Green, how about you? I remember you don't have a fiancée yet, right? Yesterday, I saw you constantly surveying the team, did you encounter anyone who moved your heart?"
Green moved the reins slightly, adjusted the direction of his horse, and said: "They are not suitable for me, I don't want to waste time."
Lancel's handsome face showed a puzzled expression: "Not suitable?"
Green turned his head to look at Lancel: "I have just recovered my family's Old Territory, and my territory will not be stable for a short time."
Lancel nodded slightly, and Green continued: "The Crownlands nobles live as comfortably as sheep, and the daughters of sheep cannot adapt to the mountain forests full of wild beasts."
Lancel strongly agreed. Their Lannister was a pride of lions, and the Crownlands nobles were merely a flock of sheep in front of Lannister.
Alas, Green was right; his father would never agree to him seeking a partner among the sheep.
Lancel felt that Green's marriage was not as easy as it appeared on his face.
The simple Lancel secretly felt sorry for Green, 'My sister is too young, otherwise they would definitely be suitable, and Father should also be very satisfied with Green.'
Lancel was referring to his biological sister, Janna Lannister, who was born this year.
Lancel, engrossed in his imagination while on horseback, showed a variety of rich expressions on his face.
Green was a bit speechless; he felt that this generation of Lannister, including Lancel, had too much of their own unique character.
Red Keep, Prime Minister's Tower bedroom.
Duke Jon Arryn, leaning against the headboard, had a more emaciated face, appearing even older.
Earl Petyr Baelish, the Master of Coin, stood by the bed, reporting kingdom affairs to Duke Jon Arryn.
"Petyr, King Robert hasn't returned yet?"
Earl Petyr shook his head slightly: "Duke Arryn, King is already on his way back."
Duke Jon sighed weakly, remained silent for a while, then spoke: "Taxes... I won't ask about that. I believe you will handle everything without me saying more, Petyr, you are a trustworthy person."
A proper smile appeared on Earl Petyr's face, and he nodded in thanks.
"Petyr, you are someone I trust. Due to my physical condition, I have to consider my affairs in advance. Who do you think is suitable to succeed as Hand of the King after me?"
Earl Petyr's eyes trembled slightly: "Duke Arryn, Maester Pycelle has assured me that you will recover very soon."
Earl Petyr's words still unconsciously comforted Duke Jon.
Duke Jon nodded slightly: "Life is like the weather, unpredictable. It's always better to be prepared for everything, so as not to be flustered. This is my duty."
Earl Petyr did not rush to answer Duke Jon's inquiry, but instead asked: "My esteemed Lord, do you already have a candidate in mind?"
After thinking for a moment, Duke Jon said: "Alas, there is one, but it's difficult. I understand him. I don't think he would be willing to take on the role of Hand of the King. He doesn't like the atmosphere here, but he is the most suitable for King Robert."
He is most suitable for King Robert? Petyr's mind stirred; he had already guessed the identity of 'him' in Duke Jon's words.
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