Greene Kleber smiled and said, "You'll love it once you taste the sour red wine from Crab Claw Peninsula."
After speaking, he picked up his wine glass and took a sip.
Tyrion Lannister's eyes flickered. He chuckled and said, "Stannis took the Royal Fleet, and Blackwater Bay has become his backyard. He can attack King's Landing at any time... Ha, isn't King's Landing like a docile prostitute lying in bed waiting to be defiled by him?"
Greene teased, "Then you should be obedient and use all your skills to please him."
Pfft! Tyrion couldn't help but spit out the wine in his mouth. He coughed and laughed at the same time.
"I'll let him taste the might of the Lannister giants!"
Tyrion laughed for a while longer, then rubbed his stomach and suddenly said seriously, "Greene, did Cersei send you out because of Stannis?"
Greene's movement of swirling his wine glass paused, and his brown eyes looked at Tyrion, who was staring intently at him: "How did you know?"
Tyrion waved his hand: "Don't misunderstand, no one snitched."
He pointed to his head and continued, "My sister is used to getting things first and then bestowing rewards based on her mood. Greene, Cersei's enfeoffment of you was quite sudden. I tried to guess, and it seems I guessed correctly."
Greene nodded slightly, saying, "Tyrion, this is confidential."
Tyrion nodded seriously, pinched his chin, and mused, "Can the horses of Crab Claw Peninsula run on the high seas?"
Greene put down his wine glass and said seriously, "Our transaction can begin, Tyrion."
"Starting with Cersei's foolish military order?"
"That's how it is for me. I need a good excuse to march into the Vale."
"Greene, I've found that my sister isn't a complete idiot, and to be honest... it's difficult, I don't want to break my word to you."
"Tyrion, you should know who Queen Mother Cersei is unable to stop."
"My kind father? No, he's not in King's Landing... My good nephew?"
Greene nodded slightly. He picked up the wine jug and poured wine into Tyrion's glass: "When Robert I enfeoffed Jaime as Warden of the East, King Joffrey was very displeased with the arrogance of the Vale, and he once wanted to reward the little lord of Eyrie with an opportunity to fairly compete with him in swordsmanship."
Tyrion's wine glass was filled. He put down the wine jug and continued, "Adding the secrets of the Arryn Family that we are going to release, he will have even more reason to be angry."
"Ha ha..."
Tyrion's voice was filled with sarcasm: "My good nephew certainly knows how to pick opponents."
Greene shrugged: "Tyrion, Joffrey has always wanted to show off his martial prowess in front of everyone since he ascended the Iron Throne. This is also a good opportunity to ease the relationship between you and your nephew."
Tyrion took the opportunity to raise his glass and drink, secretly glancing at Greene, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes.
After a pause, he casually said, "With your wisdom, it would actually be simpler to ask Cersei for help with this kind of thing."
Greene glanced at Tyrion, who was testing him, and said calmly, "Tyrion, you should be very clear about Queen Mother Cersei's character. She doesn't like anyone to be out of her control."
Tyrion grinned: "Greene, you managed to make my sister's selfishness sound so good."
He took a sip of wine and then said, "Yes, your revenge plan has to come after Cersei consolidates her son's rule, unless..."
Greene's eyes trembled, and he interjected, "I never thought of such a thing. Any lie will eventually be exposed one day, Tyrion."
"You really are a reassuring fellow!"
Tyrion first sighed with emotion, then raised his glass and gestured to Greene, saying, "Deal, Earl Greene."
Greene also raised his glass: "Pleasure working with you, Prime Minister Tyrion."
Tyrion grinned happily: "I will have a good talk with my nephew the King at the right time. The nephew doesn't like the uncle, but the uncle still loves him."
After a pause, he suddenly said, "I feel like he's growing more and more like Cersei. I think Joffrey is more suited to be called Cersei II. pray is very humorous."
Greene smiled: "After all, they are mother and son. That's very reasonable."
Tyrion leaned his upper body towards Greene, lowering his voice: "Can the troops from Crab Claw Peninsula complete the revenge alone? You should know the motto of the Arryn Family, right? Under their influence, the Vale Nobles are all vying to be knights representing honor... Think about how long the Arryn Family has ruled the Vale? That's thousands of years... I heard that in the entire Vale, any family that has the means, whether noble or not, will prepare horses and knight armor. Even if they can't be knighted, they must at least look like a knight... Ha, High as Honor."
Finally, Tyrion murmured as if in Feelings, "Tens of thousands of armored cavalry, just thinking about it is terrifying."
Greene listened quietly, then smiled and said, "Tyrion, thank you for your concern, but..."
Then, his tone changed, and he said calmly and seriously, "Being too rational makes revenge impossible, and for me, it's hard to get such a good opportunity again."
Tyrion nodded in agreement: "If it were before, there really wouldn't be an opportunity for a one-on-one confrontation... Now everyone is very busy, plus a Lady Lysa who gave everyone a surprise, it is indeed a very rare opportunity."
Tyrion reached out and patted Greene's arm, then said, "Be flexible then, don't be like my brother Jaime. Your knightly honor sometimes gives me a headache."
They discussed some more details, then moved on to the topic of the Commander of the Gold Cloaks.
Greene spoke: "Tyrion, what's your impression of Ser Jacelyn Bywater?"
Tyrion spread his hands and said, "Greene, I have to say your insight is sharp. He's a reliable fellow, I like Ser Jacelyn."
After speaking, he scratched his hair and added, "I haven't thought of a good way yet to make my sister like Ser Jacelyn as much as I do."
Greene's long fingers tapped his wine glass and said, "Tyrion, you can ask Ser Lancel for help."
Tyrion shook his head and said, "That kid Lancel, ever since he was knighted, he's been imitating my sister Cersei's arrogance all day. My obedient cousin disappeared long ago."
Greene pointed to his head and said, "Tyrion, think about it, think again."
Seeing that Greene was not joking, Tyrion put away the smile on his face and began to ponder. After a moment of silence, his eyes suddenly moved, and he looked at Greene with some disbelief.
Greene met Tyrion's gaze and nodded slightly.
Tyrion was stunned for a moment. He leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and said sadly, "It's really unfair. When my sister Cersei dotes on her brothers, she always forgets about me, her obedient brother."
Greene ignored Tyrion's acting and went straight to the point: "Do you have a solution now?"
Tyrion grinned: "Lancel Lannister will soon be the good cousin I know again... Hmm, he can also help me..."
As he spoke, Tyrion looked at Greene and asked, "Why don't you keep it for yourself?"
Greene's gaze showed disdain: "Prime Minister, if I were you, I would be moved to tears of gratitude right now."
Tyrion laughed heartily and said, "Generous Earl, if you don't mind, please accept a kiss from me."
Greene was even more disgusted: "I refuse. I don't want to have nightmares."
Tyrion cackled, clutching his stomach. After a while, he finally managed to stop laughing, but he was still breathless.
Greene smiled and handed the wine glass to Tyrion. He took a deep breath and gulped down a large mouthful.
Greene patted Tyrion's arm lightly and said, "Tyrion, my friend, don't put too much pressure on yourself. You are not alone."
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Crab Claw Peninsula, Whispering City.
Flap, flap, a raven from King's Landing landed lightly on the wide windowsill, and a plump hand untied the letter from its body.
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Maester Al's study door was pushed open, and Samwell Tarly's stout figure appeared. He said breathlessly, "Maester Al, a letter from the Red Keep."
After handing over the letter, Samwell, who was rumored to have lost two pounds during his westward exercise, wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Maester Al looked at the seal on the wax and solemnly unfolded the letter.
Samwell saw Maester Al staring at the letter, motionless, and he cautiously asked, "Maester Al, are you alright?"
Maester Al first touched the corner of his eye with his thumb, then looked up and said tremblingly, "Child, the Kleber Family is now the rightful ruling family of Crab Claw Peninsula."
"pray," Samwell said with a look of pleasant surprise, taking the letter from Maester Al's hand.
As he read, Samwell couldn't help but read aloud, his voice growing louder and louder: "Earl of Crab Claw Peninsula... Warden of the Crab Claw Peninsula... Governor of the Crab Claw Peninsula... This honor shall be inherited for generations, for all eternity!"
Samwell was very excited: "Maester Al, our Lord Greene is really, really..."
Maester Al calmly instructed: "Sam, go find Herschel the steward. Go now."
"Okay, okay, okay..." Samwell temporarily lost the ability to think, only habitually doing as he was told.
After Samwell left, Maester Al hummed a traditional song of Crab Claw Peninsula, and moved shakily to the bookshelf, pulling out the book that recorded the history of the Clayburgh Clan.
Sitting back at the table, Maester Al opened a brand new chapter in the book. He picked up a quill and dipped it in ink.
After a moment of contemplation, Maester Al smiled, and his quill moved... 298 AC...
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A small port in Essos.
Jon Snow twisted hard like an eel, kicking his heel fiercely at the crotch of the person who grabbed him. A scream came from behind him, and after breaking free, he drew his sword and strode towards the other person who was rummaging through his bag.
"Stranger, I advise you to stop immediately."
Jon's eyes flashed with anger: "I gave you two a chance."
"You... you... what are you going to do?"
With a whoosh, Jon's sword quickly slashed, and blood splattered. Then he turned sideways to dodge the attack from behind and plunged his longsword fiercely into the body of the attacker.
Jon frowned as he glanced at the two persistent ruffians who had been bothering him since he disembarked, then looked up at the sky. It was nearing evening, the sun was beginning to set, and the clouds were tinged with pink and orange, like a blooming flower.
Jon heard others discussing the true dragons in the port tavern. It was rumored that there was a city-state called Qarth, located to the south, which was now ruled by the Targaryen true dragons.
Viserys Targaryen... Daenerys Targaryen... Were they the two who survived the great war a decade ago?
His father's brother and sister... Was he going to see his kin?
No! He was still a bastard, and no one would treat a lowly bastard as their kin... Perhaps he was destined to be alone.
Jon closed his eyelids, slowly took a breath. If he was truly destined to be alone, then he would turn loneliness into strength.
When Jon reopened his eyes, he had already banished the sadness from his heart. He picked up the bag that had fallen to the ground and hoisted it onto his shoulder.
His eyes looked westward. On this strange continent, he would discard his past self and begin a new life.
Jon started walking, thinking as he went... Did he need a new name? What should it be called?
"You're quite skilled, stranger!"
A young man's voice suddenly came. Jon stopped. He gripped the hilt of his sword and looked cautiously in the direction of the voice.
Two figures appeared in Jon's line of sight, one tall and thin, the other tall and sturdy.
Jon gazed at the two people slowly approaching him, and calmly assumed a fighting stance.
The young man chuckled. He spread his hands and said, "We mean no harm."
The young man speaking seemed to be about his age. He had blue hair and a gentle smile on his handsome face.
Beside the blue-haired young man, the slightly older person had orange-red hair and a thick beard.
The blue-haired young man patiently explained, "This is our first time here too. We just happened to notice you being followed by two sneaky people, so we came to check..."
He glanced into the distance and said with a smile, "It seems you've already dealt with the trouble you encountered."
Jon's hand left the sword hilt, and he said, "They were robbers."
The orange-haired big man's voice was rough: "Good job, they deserved it."
The blue-haired young man nodded: "I agree, I feel the same way."
After a pause, he continued, "Let's get acquainted. My name is Young Griff. I've been following my strict father since I was young, never settling down. Recently, I've been traveling around to broaden my horizons as per my father's request."
The orange-haired big man immediately spoke: "My name is Rolly. I'm a blacksmith's son, and now I'm Young Griff's hired guard."
"My name is Jon. I'm from Westeros. I'm here to... gain experience?" Jon's voice became uncertain at the end.
Young Griff couldn't help but laugh: "In a while, perhaps you'll know what you're supposed to do, Jon."
Rolly let out a hearty laugh from the side.
"Perhaps you are right," Jon said, looking at them both with a slight smile.
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