Duke Green sat down and said, "Did Lord Commander Mormont not allow you to see King?"
Elissa Thorne paused, then his face showed frustration and anger: "When the Throne Room held petitions, Grenn and I met with the Hand of the King, but they treated us as clowns for entertainment. We didn't travel all the way from Eastwatch-by-the-Sea (the easternmost castle on The Wall, located on a wind-swept beach) by boat to be mocked."
He paused, then continued, "To make our information more convincing, Commander had us bring an arm of the wight, but not long after we arrived in King's Landing, it silently rotted into pieces. It was originally pale and cold, but now only bones remain, and we no longer have our strongest evidence."
Grenn also spoke, "Hand of the King Tywin did not say anything on the spot, but he seemed to misunderstand that the Nights Watch was toying with him, because he made us wait, but we never received an audience with him."
"We've been waiting for almost a month."
Elissa Thorne clenched his fist, his voice faintly tinged with anger, "The number of wildlings trying to sneak over The Wall is increasing, and Commander is uneasy about this... The cold wind has already begun to blow, The Wall must be held... If someone else had come this time, Hand of the King Tywin might have had more patience..."
In the solemn atmosphere, Grenn suddenly grinned, "Elissa Thorne, you should have killed more Lannister soldiers then."
Duke Green couldn't help but smile; he thought the real reason was that Hand of the King Tywin had too many urgent matters to deal with recently and hadn't had the energy to concern himself with the northernmost part of the Seven Kingdoms.
Seeing Duke Green also smiling, Elissa Thorne shrugged and stopped complaining.
After a pause, Duke Green swept his gaze over the two men looking at him and said directly, "Elissa Thorne, what kind of help do you specifically need?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Grenn immediately replied, "Manpower, Duke Crabb, the Nights Watch needs a large number of reinforcements, and preferably not rapists, thieves, and farmers who can't pay their debts."
Duke Green nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "The war in the Riverlands has brought many refugees to King's Landing; you can select suitable candidates from among them, and the necessary expenses will be freely funded by me. Specifically... I will have Cley Cerwyn Trading Company assist you."
Elissa Thorne abruptly stood up; he stared at Duke Green for a moment and said, "You... you... do you believe what I said, Duke?"
Duke Green Rose and came before him, his expression gentle as he looked him over, his voice tinged with sadness, "Elissa Thorne, in that war sixteen years ago, Crabb, like you, fought for Targaryen until the end. This is a precious camaraderie that others cannot understand."
He reached out and patted Elissa Thorne's arm, "Although the news you brought still seems incredible to me, as a descendant of the First Men, I firmly believe in the honor of the Nights Watch."
After a few heavy breaths, Elissa Thorne and Grenn bowed deeply to Duke Green, "Our watch ends only with death!"
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After seeing off the Nights Watch, Duke Green was rubbing his head while staring at a map of the North in his study when he also received Joffrey's invitation.
After learning the list of invited guests, Duke Green's eyebrows raised slightly; on the surface... he was the only outsider at the dinner party, but in fact... the most special one was Hand of the King Tywin, because he was the only elder on the list.
This suddenness already revealed much; could Emperor Joffrey be "pointing his sword" at Hand of the King Tywin?
Duke Green sighed inwardly; Robb and Tyrion's matters were already enough to give Hand of the King Tywin a headache; couldn't others spare him some worry?
Changing into a blue robe, white trousers, and black boots, and finally wearing a golden Marsh Marigold emblem on his left chest... Lord Greene, who had been troubled by planning to fight zombies, happily left his residence with his guards.
Clop, clop, clop, the horses' hooves made crisp sounds on the cobblestone-paved Hook Alley road.
The horse beneath Duke Green moved towards the Red Keep, and he was pondering the choice of commander for the Crabb-Burning Legion, which was currently being assembled.
Duke Green's gaze swept over the Clan Soldiers clustered around him; they were the most excellent warriors from Klaeb Territory, and later... once new Clan Soldiers were selected, they would return to the Crabb Legion to serve as officers.
The next batch would have more warriors from the Valley serve as guards beside Duke Green, and so on... This was one of Lord Greene's methods for controlling the army.
Duke Green withdrew his gaze, feeling a little regretful; he hadn't yet found a suitable candidate.
Then, Duke Green looked at his personal guards: Brienne, Monton, Anguy, and others.
Feeling their Lord's gaze shift, Anguy nodded gracefully... Monton chuckled... Brienne awaited orders.
Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time... Duke Green once again withdrew his gaze, shook the reins, and said, "Speed up."
Approaching the gates of the Red Keep, Duke Green saw the fluttering Golden Rose banner from afar, and "One-Armed" Ser Garlan standing beneath it.
As Duke Green dismounted, Garlan Tyrell proactively walked over, placed a hand on his chest, and said, "Good evening, Duke Green."
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