Chapter 534 King and King 10

Princess Arianne tilted her head slightly. Behind the lieutenant of the garrison were three long-lost Kingsguards—Meryn Trant, Mandon Moore, and Balon Swann.

After hearing what Ser Pell said, Mace Tyrell was surprised and blurted out, "Tournament?"

Prime Minister Mace's thick eyebrows were raised high, and his eyes were full of doubts.

In addition to the family crest, Ser Pell's silver breastplate also had a marigold emblem representing his status as a knight of the Crabbe family.

He held his helmet with one hand, glanced at the ministers in front of the king, and nodded: "Yes, the young warriors from Crab Claw Peninsula, Valley, Riverland and King's Territory performed extremely well in the patrol mission."

After a pause, he said: "His Royal Highness the Regent is deeply pleased with their bravery and dedication, and has decided to hold a tournament for them at Sow Corner as a reward."

Prime Minister Mace nodded slightly with dignity, and then subconsciously touched his beard. He has always been keen on various tournaments, and his enthusiasm has been ignited at this moment.

But just as he was about to stand up, Count Matus frowned, and his questioning voice suddenly came over: "Sir Pili, do you mean to set off now?"

Sir Per's eyes slowly moved, and his eyes stayed on Count Matus for a while, and replied calmly: "Yes, Count Rowan, His Royal Highness the Regent hopes to see you at the tournament field in Sow Corner tomorrow morning."

After a pause, he adjusted his posture and turned his eyes to the Duke of Metz again: "Very Sorry, His Highness does not want your whereabouts to disturb others. "

After Per's voice fell, he fell into silence. At this time, Grand Maester Pycelle stood up tremblingly, his wrinkled face full of fatigue: "Please help me arrange a more comfortable carriage, sir."

Princess Arianne glanced at Earl Matus, whose face was tense with dissatisfaction, with interest, and then looked at Prime Minister Mace, who seemed a little restless because of expectation and anxiety. The corners of her mouth curved slightly, and then she stood up lightly.

Seeing this, Earl Giles also left his chair. Prime Minister Mace ignored Earl Matus and waved his hand: "Everyone, let's set off as soon as possible. We can't keep His Royal Highness the Regent waiting for too long."

"Yes, Prime Minister."

Prime Minister Mace and others followed Sir Pell and left. Matus Rowan, who was still sitting there, glanced at the Kingsguards who were staring at him. He sighed secretly in his heart, and finally got up slowly and embarked on this sudden journey.

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The flag of the marsh marigold fluttered in the wind, the wheels rolled, and the sound of horse hooves beat out a dull rhythm on the stone road.

When hundreds of cavalrymen, like a black torrent, neatly and solemnly escorted several gorgeously decorated carriages through the city and slowly walked out of the gate of the old city gate, the night was already deep, and the sky was completely dark, as if covered by a huge piece of black silk.

In one of the spacious and exquisite carriages, the candlelight flickered, and the warm yellow halo swayed gently, casting mottled light and shadows in the carriage.

The Duke of Inflatable Fish was sitting comfortably on the soft seat, enjoying the exquisite food in front of him while drinking the golden wine from Qingting Island.

Opposite him, Count Matus closed his eyes tightly, as if he was taking a nap.

Gulp, gulp, Prime Minister Metz, who had just put down the wine glass, paused, frowned and thought for a moment, and said: "Is Green's invitation too sudden?"

"………" Count Matus slowly opened his eyes, then nodded silently, indicating that he agreed with Prime Minister Metz's question.

Prime Minister Mace frowned even more, and there was a hint of panic in his voice: "Did he have an accident?"

Prime Minister Mace stared at his vassal, as if expecting an answer from him. Earl Matus could no longer close his eyes: "... In the Seven Kingdoms today, I can't think of anyone else who can cause trouble to the Regent."

Hearing this, Prime Minister Mace breathed a sigh of relief with his naked eyes, and the tension on his face instantly dissipated. He laughed and said in a hearty voice: "Yes, I have personally witnessed him defeat Renly and Jaime in the arena to win the championship. He is also a well-known general in the Seven Kingdoms."

Prime Minister Mace moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but paused, then reached out and picked up the empty glass and wine jug on the table.

Swish---He filled the glass with wine himself and pushed the glass to Earl Matus.

Then, he leaned forward and lowered his voice unconsciously, as if he was afraid of being overheard: "Do you think... I... um, do we have a chance to send troops to Winterfell?"

There was a glimmer of expectation in his eyes, and he stared closely at Earl Matus's reaction.

"………" Earl Matus slowed down a little, and then he spoke slowly: "Lord Mace, everyone knows that the Regent has been maintaining the stability of the kingdom."

Hearing his tactful reminder, Prime Minister Mace straightened up, frowned again, and could not hide his displeasure on his face: "But Winterfell's attitude is ambiguous. Obviously, they do not welcome the return of the Targaryen princess."

He stroked his beard: "As the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, I should maintain the majesty of the Iron Throne."

Earl Matus shook the wine glass, took a sip of wine, was silent for a while, and said: "Yes, based on my understanding of Regent Green, he will never allow anyone to challenge the Targaryen Iron Throne."

Prime Minister Metz then showed a slightly satisfied look, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed: "When we get to Sow Corner, I plan to have a good talk with Green about this matter..."

As he spoke, he sighed, and a hint of worry appeared on his face: "Although Ed Stark has not yet been declared the Snatcher, he is Robert's biggest accomplice. The Red Castle must be vigilant."

Count Matus brought the wine glass to his mouth and hid the slightly out-of-control look on his face by drinking. He wanted to remind his lord that the Reach had not yet resolved the ironborn invasion.

The Redwyne fleet, which had just been severely damaged, could only barely defend the Arbor Island, which was isolated overseas. The lords on the coast of the Reach might face the plunder of the ironborn at any time.

He secretly guessed that there was some kind of invisible "poison" hidden in the regent's tongue. Since the Duke of Highgarden was appointed as the Queen's Prime Minister, his prince has begun to no longer care about "little things" and only focuses on things that can make him A matter of great fame.

The Duke of Highgarden, who once only cared about the Reach, seems to have gradually disappeared into the whirlpool of power, and is content with it.

Count Matus took another sip of wine. Perhaps... Duke Rose, who was now blinded by his false reputation, was the real him.

After a period of silence, based on his loyalty and obligation as a vassal of the Reach, Matus Rowan couldn't help but remind him: "Lord Mace, the Regent cannot invite you in this way again. You only have ten guards. "A few people, this is... dangerous."

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

Hearing this, although Prime Minister Metz's expression did not change much, he pretended to glance at the carriage window casually and whispered: "Did you find anything, Matus?"

There was a hint of vigilance in Duke Metz's voice, and Count Matus shook his head: "Sir, I believe in the honor of Regent Green. I am referring to similar situations. Your safety is related to the safety of the entire Reach. "

Prime Minister Mace's cheeks swelled. Thinking of the fright just now, his voice was filled with anger: "Matus, your unfounded speculation will affect the friendship between Tyrell and Marigold. Don't forget "When Green left King's Landing, he handed over the entire kingdom to me. This is an extremely trustworthy act."

Count Matus opened his mouth and wanted to defend, but he didn't know where to start. Yes, in addition to the ten thousand swords of King's Landing, since his lord entered the King's City, Regent Greene has entrusted almost all the kingdom's government affairs to the Duke of Highgarden. It is known to all the seven countries... The two people who were once like father and son, They are still very close today.

Seeing that the head of the Rowan family, who was always extremely calm in front of him, was speechless, Prime Minister Metz couldn't help but feel happy. He stroked his beard slightly proudly and sighed with emotion: "Mattus, trust It’s a wonderful thing.”

Count Matus wanted to rub his head to relieve the fatigue and helplessness in his heart.

Green Kleb first buried tens of thousands of knights in the valley, then quietly took the riverlands into his hands, and then pushed the Baratheon dynasty directly to the end... Each of these things should be enough to cause the entire Seven However, the strange thing is that no one questions his honor, as if everything comes naturally.

Although even he couldn't help but admire him and couldn't see the reason clearly, Matus had to admit... Regent Green may be the most skillful power player in the history of the Seven Kingdoms - in power On the chessboard, make every move just right.

Matus raised his eyes and glanced at the Duke of Highgarden, who was enjoying his wine. Although he was not an outstanding ruler, he was undoubtedly a qualified lord. He could only regret that...his "opponent" was Greene K. Leiber is an elusive being.

He himself can regretfully continue to observe and be vigilant in secret.

"Matus, what are you thinking about? Come, let's have a drink tonight, for the sake of the kingdom!"

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The night was like thick ink, weighing heavily on Kleb's camp north of Sow Point. The surroundings were silent, with only a few insects chirping in the distance, which seemed particularly abrupt in this silent night.

In the camp, tents were scattered in an orderly manner, among which the most spacious and gorgeous Duke's tent was gently swaying with candlelight.

Daenerys lay on the bed not even wanting to move a finger, like a flower that has wilted slightly after blooming.

Her violet eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, showing confusion and fatigue. She opened her lips slightly and murmured in a hoarse and soft voice: "Green...I want to sleep..."

Here you go again? !

Green sat on the edge of the bed, reached for the black nightgown and put it on, slowly stood up, his legs felt... slightly weak.