Greene's slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest a few times.
Velas Tyrell, maintaining his gentle demeanor, also noticed the sharpness that flashed in Greene's eyes.
The smile on Velas Tyrell's face only deepened a fraction; he didn't take it to heart, or perhaps, for him, such matters were not worth caring about.
Greene's mind raced, analyzing the situation.
Little Rose Margaery didn't believe Greene's sincere words?
Greene then guessed, could it be that Duke "Inflatable Fish" had already been tacitly excluded from important decisions by House Tyrell?
Although Greene represented Queen Cersei, House Tyrell was full of confidence, with Velas Tyrell, the heir to Highgarden, receiving the Queen's envoy in place of Duke Mace.
In terms of etiquette, House Tyrell could only be said to have barely passed, but for them, that was enough.
Was House Tyrell preventing Renly Baratheon's plan from being interfered with?
Did the great Duke "Inflatable Fish" himself know that he had been implicitly isolated by House Tyrell?
At this thought, Greene felt a bit angry.
Greene couldn't stand it and had the idea of proactively helping Duke "Inflatable Fish" "purge the evil from around the monarch."
Greene also thought that Duke Mace himself might be a participant!
This idea was quickly rejected by Greene.
No matter what the truth was, for Greene, Duke Mace could only have been misled by others.
"Lord Velas, then I will wait a few days at the camp outside the castle."
Hearing Greene's words, Velas Tyrell paused, then looked at Greene and nodded.
Greene no longer spoke to Velas, nodded in farewell, and with a flick of his blue cloak embroidered with marsh marigolds, he turned and left directly.
After Greene's figure disappeared, Velas closed his eyes and smiled, raising the corners of his mouth.
Leaving Highgarden Castle, on the way back to the camp, Greene suddenly pulled the reins and stopped his horse.
Greene looked up at Highgarden Castle, which was layered like a cake, and suddenly said, "Mondon, how many men would you need to occupy…?"
Saying that, Greene pointed to Highgarden Castle and continued, "Your Lord has taken a fancy to this place."
Mondon Wei Shui's dazed eyes stared at the distant white castle for a while, then he replied, "Lord Greene, we are a bit short on manpower."
Greene's lips curved into a smile, and his brown eyes shifted to Mondon: "What do you want to do?"
Mondon glanced at Angai beside him and said in a simple voice, "They are not on guard against us; it would be easy for us to break in, and occupying it wouldn't be difficult. I'm just worried that we don't have enough men, and we might not be able to hold it afterward, making it unsafe for you to live there."
As Mondon finished speaking, Angai added, "Lord Greene, there are many soldiers nearby; they could easily gather thousands of men."
Greene looked up and smiled, saying, "Then we won't occupy it."
Mondon and Angai nodded blankly.
Greene then said, "If they want to keep us, can we fight our way out?"
Just fight their way out?
Mondon and Angai both nodded vigorously; their combat power was unmatched!
Greene patted Mondon, then patted Angai, saying, "Take good care of the horses; if we really have to fight our way out, we can't escape on foot."
Greene's next move would be a bit big; he was just taking precautions to prepare Mondon and the others.
Would Greene obediently follow the script arranged by House Tyrell?
Would Greene anxiously wait for an audience with Duke Mace, and when no one arrived, would he go to Highgarden Castle again to inquire with Velas Tyrell?
Would Velas, with impeccable courtesy and excuses, persuade Greene to go back again?
Would Greene continue to wait until he had no choice but to leave Highgarden?
Also, if boss Cersei found out that Greene had been dismissed by House Tyrell like this, given her personality… Greene still needed Queen Cersei's "favor" now.
When Greene bade farewell to Velas, he already had a countermeasure in mind.
No one could stop Greene and Duke Mace from meeting.
No one could prevent their fated encounter.
Riverlands, Horn Hill.
The scorching sun was overhead, and there was cool shade beneath the trees.
The corpulent Samwell Tarly was reading under a tree, occasionally wiping the sweat from his face.
Ten-year-old Dickon Tarly ran over excitedly.
"Brother, brother! Did you hear? The Crownlands' best swordsman has arrived at Highgarden!"
A few days ago, at his brother Dickon's pleading, Samwell sang to lull his brother to sleep, only to be discovered by their father, Randyll Tarly, who happened to be passing by.
Samwell was ruthlessly interrupted and severely reprimanded by his father Randyll, who said that Samwell's singing would make his brother Dickon as weak as him.
After this incident, Dickon Tarly always deliberately avoided him, which made Samwell very disheartened; if he had refused to sing then, it wouldn't be like this now.
Today, seeing his brother come to him voluntarily, Samwell was very happy.
Samwell Tarly put down his book and said with a smile, "Dickon, my news is always a bit slow. You just said the Crownlands' best swordsman? Do you know which Lord it is?"
Samwell Tarly wondered if one of the Kingsguard Lords had arrived?
Could it be… Ser Barristan Selmy the Dauntless?
"Brother, you know him! I remember you often studied his battle records a while ago!"
Samwell scratched his head and said, "Baron Greene Kleber of Claw Isle?"
Dickon Tarly leaned closer to Samwell, his eyes sparkling as he nodded.
Samwell was both puzzled and admiring. Was Baron Kleber already the Crownlands' best swordsman?
Although his mind was occupied, Samwell also noticed his brother Dickon's actions.
His brother's eyes were shining, and his small hand was clutching his sleeve—he needed his help!
Samwell loved his brother very much and would try his best to fulfill any request.
Samwell's heart, however, trembled. Judging by his brother's appearance, this matter was not small.
Unable to refuse his brother, Samwell prayed frantically to the Gods, hoping it wouldn't be something that would anger his father.
"Brother, will you take me to see him?"
Samwell felt cold sweat starting to break out on his back: "Dickon, take… take you where?"
"Highgarden, brother! I heard several knights talking about it. Today is already the second day, and I'm worried that if we go too late, we won't see him."
Samwell wanted to pick up his book and then coldly refuse his brother Dickon.
Samwell believed that if he took his brother to Highgarden and something unexpected happened, his father would not forgive him.
Samwell's mind was set, but seeing his brother's eager eyes, the words that came out of his mouth changed on their own: "Okay, I'll take you."
After saying that, Samwell felt he was doomed.