Tyrion, while rolling up the parchment, said, "Green, are you interested in accompanying Myrcella to Eyrie?"
Green glanced at Tyrion and said, "Tyrion, you are a loving uncle."
Tyrion's hand paused, then he continued, "Actually, the first time I saw you, I felt you would be a good... person. Unfortunately, I am a Lannister."
Green shook his wine glass and said, "Mr. Lannister, please control the Lannister Lioness."
"Ha ha, Lannister are naturally loved."
Patting the rolled-up parchment, Tyrion grinned: "Green, well done, this is a very fair alliance."
Green raised his glass in salute and said, "Prime Minister, please 'pacify' Queen Mother Cersei, I will be very busy next."
Tyrion chuckled and said, "Green, I promise my sister will be a well-behaved lady of Maegors Holdfast..."
Changing his tone, he said seriously, "You have done a great service. Is there anything you want?"
Green's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "Tyrion, it seems you have already thought of the answer? Don't be surprised, we are familiar with each other."
"It really is..."
Tyrion raised his glass in salute and said, "Green, how about I reward you with a Warden of the East first?"
Seeing Green's puzzled expression, he shrugged and said, "After all, my brother didn't perform well when he was playing with his sword this time... As Prime Minister, I have to tell everyone that Red Keep is not exclusively owned by Lannister."
Taking a sip of wine, he said, "As Prime Minister, I want people to believe that everyone has a share... Well, Stannis is not just an enemy of Lannister."
Green shook his head slightly and said, "Prime Minister, please forgive me for refusing your kindness."
Tyrion said with some surprise, "Are you worried about... the Queen Mother? Don't worry, I'll handle her. Green, you are my sister's favorite minister, it would be easy for you to do it."
After a moment of silence, Green slowly said, "Prime Minister, what I always want is the support of Red Keep, support for my conquest of the Vale, to make them pay for their blood debt."
After a pause, he said sincerely, "Tyrion, because of this chaos, I got a chance for revenge, and you got the position of Prime Minister. War will end sooner or later, will I still have another chance?"
After hearing Green's words, Tyrion's eyes trembled.
If Stannis broke through King's Landing, his fate would definitely be terrible, he was very sure.
But... if he won the war... he and his amiable father couldn't possibly squeeze onto one chair together, could they?!
Thinking of this, Tyrion picked up his cup and took a big gulp of sweet summer red.
He couldn't help but think... the Little Devil Prime Minister now looked like a drunkard, he had intoxicated himself with power, immersed in the beauty that he knew wouldn't last.
But... the Lannister Dwarf Prime Minister was unwilling to wake up.
...
At the same time, Lord Green also took a sip of summer red.
Warden of the East? This is one of the four guardians, a very honorable title, but a nominal title is still a nominal title.
Warden of the North Stark... West Protector Lannister... Southern Protector Tyrell... Warden of the East... Kleber?!
From now on, the Kleber Family of Crab Claw Peninsula will be one of the most noble families in Westeros?
Green put down his wine glass... One of the prerequisites is that Kleber is already the ruling family of the Vale.
According to the tradition of Westeros, this is not enough! To gain the recognition of all nobles, you must also have a matching noble bloodline... A pair of charming violet eyes suddenly appeared in Green's mind... Well, there's no need to worry about this.
Lord Green unconsciously drifted off.
In order to hurry, the last time he passed by 'home' he didn't have time to go in and see, and this time he still has to pass by 'home'... The golden dragons of Seagull Town are being transported to Whispering City in batches... The careful Lord Green is a little worried that the locks of Kleber's treasury might not be strong enough.
...
"Green, is Seagull Town very attractive to you?"
Tyrion's voice brought Green back to his senses, and after a pause, he replied, "Prime Minister, that is my trophy."
Green's answer startled Tyrion, he leaned forward, gazed at the person opposite for a while, and said, "The battle between Crab Claw Peninsula and the Vale, are you confident?"
Green smiled and said, "Tyrion, are you confident in defeating Stannis?"
He spread his hands: "There is only one thing we can do, and that is to do our best."
Green also leaned forward slightly and continued, "Tyrion, think about it from another perspective... Actually, war is very simple, either you die, or I die."
The two looked at each other for a while, and Tyrion suddenly smiled, his smile containing a hint of schadenfreude: "Prime Minister Jon Arryn left a great 'legacy' for the Vale. Well, I must learn from him."
Before parting, Green mentioned the Alchemists Guild to Tyrion.
Seeing Tyrion's eyes wide open, Green leisurely said, "Tyrion, you should have known for a long time that Red Keep has no secrets."
He then comforted him, "You can rest assured, everyone will only think that the desperate Little Devil is playing with fire."
Tyrion sighed, "Green, President Hallyne of the Alchemists Guild is very loyal to me..."
Green looked sideways at Tyrion and said, "You are helping him set up a branch of the Alchemists Guild in Whispering Fort."
"Deal."
Tyrion pinched his chin and suddenly said, "I estimate I can't spare many wise men. If you want to use Wildfire in the battle against the Vale, I don't think there's enough time, it takes a long time to make that stuff."
"Tyrion, this is a battle of honor. Even if I had plenty of Wildfire, I wouldn't use it."
Green shrugged and continued, "I'm preparing for Stannis's Royal Fleet, I have Mermaid Port in Blackwater Bay."
Mermaid Port must naturally be strengthened, although Stannis acknowledged the neutrality of Crab Claw Peninsula, his subordinates might 'accidentally' enter his territory.
The great war is about to begin, how many bottles of slowly produced Wildfire can be made during this period?
This is just a reasonable excuse, Lord Green is preparing for future zombie fighting in advance.
Therefore, Lord Green, who now has many golden dragons, plans to form a 'high-tech' army that plays with fire, named... Burning Legion.
...
Tyrion grinned: "Green, pray for your port."
Green directly ignored Tyrion's teasing and said, "I will have the Cley Cerwyn Trading Company people wait for your news."
"I'll go directly when I return. Also..."
Tyrion looked Green up and down and said, "Green, are you really not concerned about Myrcella? She has always thought you and Jaime are the best knights in the Seven Kingdoms, she has mentioned it to me several times."
Green also looked at the 'sincere' Tyrion and said, "My friend, what are you planning now?"
Tyrion chuckled, "Green, I won't disturb your revenge. As your close friend, I will only support you."
"I refuse such kindness."
"Wait, hey, listen to me... We can talk... Wait for me..."
...
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Vale of Arryn, Eyrie.
In the Moon Hall, Robert Arryn sat alone at the long table, listlessly scooping a large bowl of honey oatmeal porridge with a wooden spoon.
Little Robert saw Scholar Kemon's figure appear and immediately complained, "I want eggs, I want three soft-boiled eggs!"
After a pause, he added, "Plus fried bacon!"
Scholar Kemon said uneasily, "Duke, we cannot transport food from outside now."
The granary of Eyrie had enough oats, corn, and barley to last a year, but fresh food had always been transported up to the castle in a basket by Ser Brynden, formerly a Blood Gate Knight.
Now, after Ser Brynden left, no one dared to send food up to Eyrie in a basket under the eyes of the Alliance of the Righteous.
"I want eggs now!" Little Robert reached out and threw the wooden spoon at the thin Scholar Kemon.
The wooden spoon hit Scholar Kemon, leaving stains on his scholar's robe.
"Duke, your physical condition cannot be hungry," Scholar Kemon advised somewhat helplessly.
"I don't want porridge!"
Petyr Baelish's hoarse voice suddenly sounded: "Little Robert, you should drink the porridge gratefully."
Scholar Kemon softly echoed, "Please listen to your foster father's advice, Duke."
He glanced at Petyr, who stood with his hands behind his back, and then said, "Your mother... Lady Lysa's sworn knights are waiting for your audience, you need to receive them spiritedly, this is very important."
Little Robert directly threw away the new wooden spoon Scholar Kemon handed him: "Tell them to leave, I want eggs, I don't want to see them. If they don't leave, I want to see them fly!"
Petyr curled his lips and said, "Oh, that suggestion of yours seems interesting. Little Robert, I will consider your suggestion."
As Petyr's words fell, Scholar Kemon's body shivered.
Little Robert excitedly said, "Make him fly, I want to see them fly!"
Scholar Kemon quietly looked at Petyr, who seemed to be in a good mood, and whispered, "Duke, you need loyal knights to guard your castle..."
As he spoke, he felt Petyr's gaze, his voice grew softer and softer, until finally he lowered his face, not daring to speak further.
"Mom said my castle is impregnable!"
"Mom said I'm the master here, what I say goes!"
"Mom said, whoever I want to see fly, has to fly!"
Petyr frowned and said, "Quiet down, your mother is dead. Little Robert, until your sixteenth naming day, I'm in charge here."
He turned and instructed the maid standing in the distance, "Get him a new spoon, he wants porridge."
"I don't want to drink it! I want to see it fly!" Little Robert picked up the large bowl and threw it, and oatmeal and honey splashed into the air instantly.
Seeing this, Petyr agilely dodged, while Scholar Kemon, who was standing nearby, was splattered with food on his face and shoulders.
Little Robert grabbed a jug of milk and threw it again, then he had an attack while trying to stand up, he knocked over the chair and fell to the ground.
"Oh, by the Gods."
Scholar Kemon ignored his own disheveled state, he quickly knelt beside Little Robert, murmuring comforting words.
Fortunately, this epileptic seizure was not severe, and after it was over, Little Robert was carried to his bedroom by the servants.
The noisy Moon Hall became unusually quiet, only Petyr and Scholar Kemon remained.
Scholar Kemon shrank his long neck under Petyr's gaze.
After a pause, Petyr said, "Kemon, Little Robert is a lucky child, he has a loyal scholar."
Scholar Kemon swallowed, opened his mouth, and said, "Lord Petyr, I am just... just... just fulfilling my duties as a scholar."
Petyr's eyes flickered, he nodded slightly and said, "To fulfill one's duties well is the greatest loyalty, I should let Little Robert reward you..."
His tone was like he was joking: "Reward him with his favorite... flying?"
As Petyr's words fell, Scholar Kemon was so scared he almost knelt on the ground: "I... I..."
"I'm just joking with you, I don't want to corrupt my foster son, and I certainly can't betray Lady Lysa's trust..."
Petyr sighed and continued, "I hope Little Robert can grow up obediently, and I need your help, Scholar Kemon."
"I... at your command, Lord Petyr."
Petyr smiled contentedly and said, "Do you have any good suggestions?"
Scholar Kemon thought seriously for a moment and replied, "Since Lady Lysa's passing, the Duke's illness has worsened day by day, not only occurring more frequently but also more severely each time."
Petyr's grayish-green eyes moved, and he said, "What is your treatment plan?"
Scholar Kemon ran his fingers through his sparse hair, he awkwardly shook off the countless grains of rice stuck to his hand, and said, "Before, whenever the Duke was anxious, Lady Lysa would feed him milk... Grand Maester Ambrose said that breast milk has a peculiar effect..."
"Scholar Kemon, is that your advice?"
Petyr looked at Scholar Kemon suspiciously and continued, "You want me to find a wet nurse for the Duke of Eyrie and the Guardian of the Vale of Arryn? Then how will he be weaned when he gets married? Or teach him to abandon the wet nurse's ** and go directly to the bride's?"
After speaking, Petyr couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He then said, "Scholar Kemon, this is not a good suggestion. I suggest you choose another path... Children love sweets, right?"
Scholar Kemon asked doubtfully, "Sweet... sweets?"
Petyr smiled slightly and said, "Cakes, pies, jams, jellies, honey... such things, perhaps... add a little sweet sleep flower to the milk, have you tried it? Just a little, to soothe his nerves and help him get rid of the epilepsy."
Scholar Kemon's pupils constricted, and he said, "A little?"
Petyr nodded gracefully.
After a pause, Scholar Kemon's Adam's apple moved rapidly back and forth, and he said, "A little... not too much... not too often..."
Swallowing again, he said with a trembling voice, "Perhaps, I can try..."
"Scholar Kemon, I just need him to remain clear-headed at necessary moments." The smile on Petyr's face gradually deepened.
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