Chapter 132: It’s Hard to Refuse Such Kindness

Joffrey turned to Green, raised his chin, and said contemptuously: "Humph, then they are equivalent to rebellion. I will personally lead the army to capture the Eyrie and hang the heads of the rebels at the Bloody Gate."

Green felt that children all have their own dreams, and at this time they should be encouraged instead of being discouraged.

"Your Highness, you are naturally invincible, there is no doubt about that."

Green paused, and then said: "The people of the Vale are cowardly. Maybe they only dare to complain in secret. We should at least wait and see how they will react."

He held the hilt of the sword and continued: "If the Vale dares to embarrass Sir Jaime, I will mobilize all the troops in the territory and recommend myself to Your Highness as the vanguard of the expedition to the Vale."

One of Joffrey's hands was trembling slightly. He looked at Green and nodded with satisfaction, saying: "Then give the Vale some time."

After that, he turned his head to look at Sandor, and said: "My dog, remember to keep an eye on the news over there. If you can't do this kind of thing well, I will never forgive you!"

Sandor nodded and said: "I guarantee you will be satisfied, Your Highness Joffrey."

Joffrey snorted arrogantly, indicating that he would not care about Sandor's disobedience just now.

Joffrey's various expressions are almost exactly the same as Cersei's.

Putting aside his personality and only looking at his appearance, he is a smaller version of Jaime.

King Robert is still active and energetic. Seeing Joffrey who looks more and more like him, will Jaime feel flustered? Green shook his head secretly. It is normal for a nephew to look like his uncle, not to mention that he and Cersei are twins.

Sir Jaime is not flustered at all. He thinks too much.

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"Lord Green, I heard that you are teaching Tommen swordsmanship?"

Joffrey's green eyes turned and continued: "I admire your loyalty. You and Jaime will be responsible for my swordsmanship class together in the future."

Green stroked his chest and nodded: "Your Highness, it is an honor for Crabbe to serve you. I sincerely thank you for your trust."

Joffrey nodded his chin with a proud look: "I will say hello to my mother."

After that, Joffrey walked away.

Sandor first glanced at Green, and his eyes met with Green's, and then followed Joffrey.

"Master" Green saw Joffrey walking with the wind, and he suddenly felt like a traitor. He shook his head secretly to deny it. This must be an illusion.

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Outside the gate of the Red Castle, after jumping on the horse, Green looked up at the sky and said, "Martyr, go directly to Crabbe Manor to convey my order. Let all the Crabbe soldiers gather outside the Gate of the Gods tomorrow morning."

The Gate of the Gods is the gate to the northwest of King's Landing, which is closest to the King's Road.

Green remembered that the Duke of Winterfell only brought a few dozen riders to King's Landing. Perhaps such behavior can also show Duke Ed's trust in King Robert, but it is too risky and the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.

Green rubbed his hair. Can the Wolf consider this?

Martyr Baker couldn't hide the excitement on his face, and couldn't help asking: "Lord Green, are we going to war?"

Green looked at the descendant of the retainer knight in front of him with some disdain: "Squire Martyr, follow the order."

"Yes! Lord!"

Before leaving, Martyr secretly glanced at Green, and when he saw Green was about to raise the whip in his hand, he immediately drove away.

The Baker family has been Kleber's retainer knights for generations, so Green would naturally take care of them more. He wanted to bring Martyr with him to train his character, but found that the effect was not good.

Mattier was imprisoned for too long to give birth to his eldest son, and he was more impulsive than before.

It is better to loosen than to block. Green is not a stubborn person. He plans to transfer Martyr to the battlefield in the west after a while and let Per Pili train him for a while.

Another retainer knight family of Kleber is the Pili family, and the head of the family is Sir Pili, the head of the Survey Corps.

His eldest son died of illness not long after getting married, and left no legitimate children.

Therefore, the second son who was originally happy outside was immediately caught by Per and was said to be still fighting day and night on the bed.

Marigolds need more branches to consolidate their rule.

The two retainer knight families already have several young ladies of marriageable age, and Green plans to arrange marriages with other nobles in Crab Claw Peninsula.

In the past, the status was not enough, but with the rise of Crab, the status of the retainer family ladies can also match.

According to Green's own idea, it is easiest to directly eliminate the other nobles in Crab Claw Peninsula, but this is Westeros, and Green can't let them all have accidents.

Green can only use Westeros-style political means at present.

Retracting his thoughts, Green pulled the reins and adjusted the direction of the horse.

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West of Crab Claw Peninsula.

Encouraged by Maester Al, Samwell Tarly came to Crab's westward battlefield with his guards with confidence.

Samwell planned to observe the combat method of Crab's longbow directly on the battlefield in order to study the direction of future improvements.

The reality was cruel, and he was scared to death soon.

Samwell sat in the tent with bare thighs, looking decadent.

Samwell stared blankly at the robe he had taken off on the ground, which exuded an unpleasant smell of urine.

Samwell wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and he felt sorry for everyone.

It was too embarrassing, he felt he had no face to stay in the Crabbe Territory and eat and drink for free.

He really wanted to see his mother who was far away in Horn Hill Castle.

While he was still depressed, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and the tall Per walked in.

The scar on Per's face faded a lot. He looked at Samwell, who was sitting like a small hill, with sharp eyes.

Samwell came to his senses and stood up clumsily, saying, "Per... Sir Per? Good day..."

Samwell didn't dare to face Per's gaze and lowered his head in shame.

After standing up, he immediately felt a chill in his lower body. He hurriedly covered his body with his hands and wanted to shrink his head into his stomach.

Per frowned and didn't speak. The atmosphere in the tent was very solemn.

Samwell could already hear his heartbeat.

The folk customs of Crab Claw Peninsula are simple and honest. No one likes cowardly people.

Per's heart didn't understand why their lord and Scholar Al valued the coward in front of him.

Per is a pure warrior. If he doesn't understand, he won't think too much. His loyalty does not allow him to question the lord's decision.

Moreover, he believes in the judgment of the lord and the scholar.

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Per slowly said, "Many recruits perform worse than you when they first go to the battlefield."

The special environment of the Crab Claw Peninsula makes almost everyone a qualified warrior.

Per heard about the poor performance of the recruits from the bard, and his words were white lies.

Per was unwilling to let the people valued by the lord degenerate in his hands, and he would try to help them regain their courage.

Seeing that Samwell still lowered his head, Per shouted, "Samwell, raise your head and look at me!"

Samwell was so scared that he trembled and did not dare to resist Per's power. He almost thought that his most feared father suddenly came here.

Samwell raised his head and looked at Per carefully with a serious face, and then quickly lowered his head.

Per's fists tightened, paused for a while, and then said, "When you are like this, think about Lord Green who trusts you."

Samwell trembled. He was very afraid to see Green's disappointed eyes. He just wanted to escape from the Crab Claw Peninsula now.

Per snorted coldly, as if he saw through Samwell's thoughts at the moment.

"You should be familiar with the Crabbe Military Regulations. Do you remember the fate of deserters?"

Samwell almost peed again. How could Sir Per know what I was thinking?

Samwell quickly denied: "I... I... won't run away."

He added in a hurry: "Sir, I'm not a soldier..."

Per's eyes became cold, and Samwell closed his mouth. He didn't dare to say anything more.

Now it's wartime, Per is busy with affairs, and he doesn't have time to waste here.

"Soldier Samwell, I have the final say here."

After saying that, he turned around and said while walking: "Starting tomorrow, I will arrange someone to train you specifically."

There will be many soldiers left in the camp, and Per plans to select someone to train this coward specifically.

How can the person the lord values ​​be scared to pee? He will specifically ask Samwell to sleep next to the corpse every night.

He doesn't believe that he can't be "cured"!

Just give Samwell a month. If there is still no effect, he will... Pere clenched the hilt of the sword.

Pere stood outside the tent and took a deep breath. Then he would send Samwell to his old friend. It would be hard for the garrison commander Mason Baker.

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Two days later, the sky was slightly bright.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the thick clouds and sprinkled on King's Landing.

Outside the Gate of the Gods, Green, riding on a horse, smelled the fresh smell of soil in the air.

120 clan soldiers, each wearing a neat blue battle robe, wearing silver plate armor, riding a strong warhorse, looked majestic.

The morning light sprinkled on the rows of clan soldiers, and their armor flashed a cold metallic luster.

Thinking back to the eastward advance last year, Green looked at the plate armor of the Brun family and couldn't help but shed tears... Let's not talk about it.

Green slowed down the speed of the horse, and his eyes slowly swept over the clan soldiers who formed a rectangular formation.

Green shook the reins, and the horse under his crotch squeaked, and slowly moved in front of the formation.

Every soldier who came into Green's sight would hit his chest with his fist to show his loyalty to the lord.

Bang, bang, bang, bang... The sound of fists hitting plate armor became louder and louder.

A soldier carrying a battle axe suddenly shouted excitedly: "Long live the lord!"

This voice ignited the emotions of the crowd, "Long live Kleber!", "Long live Whisper Castle!"... The soldiers roared one after another.

Green nodded slightly, he felt that he could directly order an attack on King's Landing, cough!

He looked at the Gate of the Gods in the distance, wondering if the movement here had alarmed the golden robes guarding the city gate.

Green raised his right hand and suppressed it, and the roar of the soldiers gradually subsided, and soon returned to the silent solemnity, the veterans of hundreds of battles were well-trained.

"Let's go!"

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The noise made by the hundred riders was a bit loud, and they inadvertently scared many farmers who were working. Green then divided the soldiers into several teams and marched separately.

When they were close to the King's Road, Green frowned when he saw a figure in the distance.

Margaret? Green's thoughts turned.

Green made a gesture, and the soldiers behind him slowed down their horses.

Little Rose was waiting there early in the morning, and Green was embarrassed to pretend that he didn't see her. He rode alone in the direction of Margaret.

Behind Margaery were two maids, all three of them were riding horses. She seemed to have just spotted Green and looked over at him.

"Good day, Miss Margaery."

The sun was soft, and Margaery's milky white skin was faintly flushed.

Margaery's tone was full of surprise: "Good day, Earl Green, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Green didn't want to guess whether Margaery was really happy or fake, but he knew that if Margaery asked to go with him, he would be sure that King Robert and Duke Eddard were going with him.

Green glanced around and didn't find anyone else. He asked with concern: "Miss Margaery, your guard?"

Margaery shook her head and said: "I got up early today and wanted to ride a horse, so I ran out with my maid, but..."

After a pause, she continued a little embarrassedly: "I ran here without realizing it, and luckily I ran into you."

Green smiled and said: "This is the fun of riding a horse. But..."

He changed his tone to a more serious one and continued: "Excuse me, next time you go out, please don't forget to bring a guard. It's hard to be at ease outside the city."

Margaery smiled like a flower: "Earl Green, thank you for your concern, I will remember it."

Her hair exuded a bright golden red, full of warmth and vitality.

Green smiled, and he wondered in his heart whether Duke Renly was interfering. There were really few people who could accurately know King Robert's whereabouts.

At least Varys didn't dare to provide information casually. If the matter was exposed, King Robert would definitely smash his intelligence chief with a war hammer in the first place.

So...either it was the Golden Rose's own intelligence channel, or it was the news revealed by Duke Renly.

Margaery glanced at the many people in the blue robes of Crabbe not far away, and laughed crisply, saying, "Lord Green, are you here to relax too?"

Green shrugged and said frankly, "The Duke of Winterfell has a deep affection for Crabbe. It is expected that he will arrive in King's Landing soon. I should go out of the city to greet him to show my respect."

Margaery nodded her chin slightly. When she was in Highgarden, Green mentioned to her the kindness of the Duke of Stark to the Crabbe family.

Green lowered his voice slightly, as if telling a big secret: "In fact, I was traumatized by the former Prime Minister, and I wanted to please our new Prime Minister in advance."

Is it too frank? No matter what she thought in her heart, Margaery seemed to be amused by Green on the surface, and her beautiful eyes curved into a pair of crescents, which looked extremely charming.

Green, who was considerate, took the initiative to invite: "I think the distance is not too far... Miss Margaery, if you are willing, you can go together. I am honored to be your guard."

Margaery blinked her elk-like eyes, hesitated for a moment, and smiled lightly: "Lord Green, I can't refuse your kindness."

Renly got the information from somewhere, saying that Margaery looked very much like Lyanna Stark, whom Robert loved deeply in his heart. It was based on this that Renly had been planning to let Margaery replace Cersei as queen, weaken the power of Lannister, and achieve an alliance between the Stormlands and the Reach with him as the main force.

Not to mention Renly's political means, Green had long known that Margaery and Lyanna did not look alike, and the upright Duke Eddard would tell them the answer soon.

The ever-lasting Golden Rose would naturally not sit and wait for death. They would never simply pin all their hopes on Green, and he was not surprised at this.

If it were not Renly's intervention, but the Golden Rose's own plan, Green would be more satisfied.

The battle between the Golden Lion and the Golden Rose will be easier to promote.

Green smiled and said, "It's a great honor, Miss Margaret, let's go."