"I think you're talking about yourself."
Tyrion lightly coughed, and with his small hands behind his back, he seemed to intend to follow: "Bronn, I'm worried you won't have enough money. Lannister just happens to be able to solve this problem, let's go together."
"Alright..."
As he spoke, Bronn slapped his head and said, "I'm very sorry, My Lord, Count Crabb just sent someone to invite you over."
Tyrion scrutinized Bronn's apologetic face and said, "Really?"
Bronn bowed deeply with an elegant posture: "My Lord, deceiving you is a serious crime, and I am very timid."
Tyrion waved his hand dismissively and said, "You go. There are Blue Cloaks patrolling all over the streets. Just let Pod follow me."
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Ser Jaime was soaking in a stone bath fed by spring water. On the steps nearby, Green was wiping the glowing blade of Lady Forlorn with oiled leather.
Ser Jaime, bored, leaned against the edge of the bath, turned his head, and observed for a while, saying, "Is that... a Valyria steel sword?"
Green nodded and said, "It's called Lady Forlorn, and it's one of the spoils of war from the Vale."
Hearing Green confirm, Ser Jaime's gaze changed. He stared at Lady Forlorn in Green's hand as if he were staring at Cersei...
...Ser Jaime's acting was too fake. As his injuries gradually healed, recalling his impulsive words from a few days ago, he felt apologetic towards Green. Jaime's personality was tsundere; he had been constantly trying to strike up conversations with Green lately, and this was his way of expressing his apology.
"Don't kiss it." Green threw Lady Forlorn towards Ser Jaime.
Jaime raised one hand, and with a smack, caught the hilt perfectly.
Holding the sword upright and examining it up and down, Jaime lightly flicked the blade of Lady Forlorn with his finger. Although there was an element of acting, Ser Jaime had to admit, this was truly a fine sword, a treasure every knight dreamed of.
With a chilling gleam, Ser Jaime recalled Lord Eddard using Ice to slaughter men into chunks all over the Throne Room (Chapter 162). Hmm? He heard that Ice became Count Green's trophy during a riot in King's Landing... Jaime actually felt a bit of jealousy.
Thump, thump, thump. Green walked down the steps, squatted down, and glanced at the half-palm-sized indentation on Jaime's forearm, saying, "Healing nicely, Ser."
Jaime shook his left arm and smiled blandly, saying, "Qyburn's medical skills are excellent."
He handed Lady Forlorn to Green and added, "It's excellent too."
Green smiled, sheathed the sword, and said, "Win a few more battles, and maybe you can get one too."
Ser Jaime, who had been a captive just a few days ago: "..."
At this moment, Tyrion's voice came over: "Hey, did I interrupt something good between you two?"
Limping over, Tyrion looked at the water in the bath and said, "Is this the legendary... spring water with miraculous healing powers?"
Then, Tyrion turned his head, his gaze sweeping over Green and Jaime several times.
One was dressed, the other wasn't. Tyrion chuckled, "Brother Jaime, your physique... I'm not making a judgment, I mean, I didn't expect you to be so proactive."
Neither Green nor Jaime found it amusing. They both stared at Tyrion expressionlessly.
Laughing awkwardly to himself, Tyrion cleared his throat slightly and said, "Green, you were looking for me?"
Green said disdainfully, "Tyrion, when we entered the city yesterday, you instructed several times that you wanted to see the miraculous spring water of maidenpool immediately."
"Yes, yes."
Tyrion folded his arms, squatted down, and stared at Jaime's arm, asking, "How is it? How does it feel?"
Ser Jaime shrugged, "Clearly, I don't feel anything..."
After a pause, he said irritably, "Tyrion, Green, stay away from me. I'm not a display piece for people to admire."
Tyrion burst out laughing. He first patted Jaime's shoulder, then said to his squire, "Pod, go call Qyburn."
He looked at Green and added, "Perhaps the maester can discover things our eyes cannot."
"Good idea, Tyrion."
Qyburn's room was not far from the bath. Soon, Podrick appeared with Qyburn.
Green glanced at the human researcher. Qyburn bowed, and Green merely nodded.
Tyrion spoke up, "Qyburn, take a look at the spring water here."
Qyburn dipped one hand into the water, observed it carefully for a while, and said, "It seems slightly different... from the water we commonly see."
He took his hand out of the water, shook it, and said, "Although the spring water here is not as miraculous as rumored, it may still aid in wound healing."
He pointed to his eyes: "Human eyes, in fact, cannot see all objects in the world. I need to experiment for some time before I can find the correct answer for the sirs."
Green's eyebrows raised slightly, and he said, "Master Qyburn, how much time do you need? At most a week, we will be leaving maidenpool."
Qyburn's face was gentle. He bowed slightly and said, "There's enough time, Count Crabb."
After Qyburn left, Tyrion complained to Green, "Green, I don't want to see my kind father and gentle sister too soon. Good-hearted Green, perhaps we can stay a little longer."
Green comforted him, "Tyrion, a sword hanging over your head will cause you more pain. It's better to let it fall quickly."
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