Leyton, the steward, waited outside the Great Sept of Baelor, and seeing his Lord's figure appear, he immediately went to greet him.
"My Lord." Leyton bowed slightly.
Greene Crabb revealed a slight smile, patted Leyton's arm, and said, "What you did last time was very good, I appreciate your effort."
They walked on the white marble plaza, and Leyton quickly glanced around, saying, "Lord Greene, according to my inquiries, besides the grain carts entering King's Landing daily, they have also left a portion outside the city, and the number is increasing every day.
That place is not far from the inn where Miss Margaery is staying."
Greene glanced at the crowd gathered in the distance and nodded slightly.
Leyton continued, "Chataya sent someone to tell me that several unfamiliar Dornishmen approached her, saying they wanted to rent her brothel."
Unfamiliar Dornishmen, Prince Oberyn's people?
Greene's slender fingers tapped the ruby hilt of Lady Forlorn.
Prince Oberyn's uncle—Lewyn Martell (Mad King's Kingsguard)—died by the blade of Lady Forlorn in the Battle of the Trident River during the Usurper's War.
Its owner at the time was Ser Lyn Corbray, who later died at the hands of the Crabb Legion (Chapter 220).
So, Lord Greene's "light" had already quietly shone into Sunspear?
"Perhaps they are House Martell's retainers." Greene stopped, looking towards the high platform in the distance.
Leyton had a lot of intelligence, and after a brief thought, he said, "Lord Greene, are the envoys from Sunspear planning to stay in… during the negotiations?"
The simple steward from Crab Claw Point blinked: "A brothel?"
Greene's lips curved slightly: "Many Dornish traditions are somewhat different from ours.
Prince Oberyn hasn't entered King's Landing yet, so keep a close eye on them from a distance for now."
"As you command."
After speaking, Leyton also looked towards the high platform, following Greene's gaze.
In the plaza, a tattered leather canopy covered a wooden platform, where a thin, dark man in a simple monk's robe was loudly preaching.
"Degeneration!"
"The Gods in heaven are watching mortals on earth!"
"The High Septon is the Seven Gods' spokesman on earth; harming him is blasphemy against the Gods!"
"The common people pay tribute to the Lords, the Lords pay tribute to the King, and the King… must pay tribute to the Seven Gods!"
"The Gods are roaring!"
"Let's go." Greene withdrew his gaze and resumed walking.
Compared to the recently prevalent "anti-monarchy" rhetoric, he was more concerned with how to settle the many refugees from the Riverlands war in the future.
With concerted effort, Greene's gaze once again swept over the crowd gathered beneath the high platform.
Leyton followed beside Greene, walking and saying, "The war in the Riverlands caused the Church's monks to be robbed, and even massacred and mutilated.
I heard that a group of devout poor people organized themselves because of this, marching towards King's Landing while collecting the corpses of monks and nuns along the way.
They call themselves 'Sparrows'."
Greene's eyebrows raised slightly: "Ordinary, common, they chose a good name."
Hook Alley.
Upon their arrival, Kettleblack Mansion received an unexpected guest—the Iron Bank representative, Naho Dimittis.
Nahho visited directly.
After Greene simply tidied up, he had a servant invite him to the small hall on the ground floor.
"Good day, Duke." Nahho elegantly bowed.
"Good day, Lord Dymytys."
After the greetings, Nahho, with a reserved smile, said again, "Please forgive my abrupt intrusion.
This morning, upon hearing the news of your enfeoffment as Lord of the Eyrie, I truly could not contain my joy, Duke."
Greene smiled and said, "Lord Dymytys, you are always welcome here."
Naho Dimittis smiled slightly, his tone humble: "You are a distinguished guest of the Iron Bank; you may call me Naho."
After speaking, he made a gesture, and his accompanying servant immediately brought a delicate small wooden box.
Nahho clasped his hands: "This is a gift specially prepared for you by the Keyholders to commemorate the friendship between Crabb and the Iron Bank."
He reached out and gently opened the lid of the small wooden box, and Greene saw a dagger lying inside: its blade gleamed faintly, its hilt was ivory, and its pommel was a sapphire.
Nahho made a welcoming gesture and continued, "A Valyria steel dagger, I hope you like it, Duke."
Leyton stepped forward to receive the gift, then retreated behind Greene.
Greene and Naho exchanged glances, he nodded slightly, and said, "Lord Naho, please convey my thanks on my behalf, may our friendship last forever."
Lord Greene knew that the Iron Bank representative was visiting under the guise of congratulations, but the true purpose was for… the resolution of Varys's last wishes that had been entrusted to them earlier, which was the Keyholders' handling of the matter.
They just tacitly avoided mentioning the name of that "generous person" (Chapter 226).
After seeing off the Iron Bank representative, Greene went to the long table covered with maps.
He leaned his hands on the edge of the table, first staring at the location of Sunspear for a while, then frowned, and then shifted his gaze to the location of The Twins.
After a pause, Greene's fingers tapped the table one by one.
He felt that the originally formulated "devouring" plan was still a bit conservative.
With Queen Cersei there… perhaps it could be more aggressive.
Lord Greene pinched his chin, he should… think outside the "normal" box.
After a while, he didn't know what he was thinking of, but his lips curved slightly.
While he was still contemplating Crabb's next strategy, Leyton's voice came from outside the door: "Lord Greene."
Upon receiving a response, Leyton led five soldiers in.
Although they were all wearing Blue Cloaks, the details of their clothing differed.
The Blue Cloaks worn by these soldiers were alternative options for Crabb's new soldier uniforms.
The "old" Crabb soldier uniforms were born when Lord Greene was frugal, but now… the wealthy Lord Greene intends to invest gold dragons to improve their aesthetic appeal.
The Crabb Legion under the Blood Earl gained a fearsome reputation after the Battle of the Vale, and a beautiful appearance would help improve that impression.
Moreover, it concerned the morale and pride of the Cleber Soldiers.
Well, it could also, to some extent, reduce the Valley people's resistance to the Cleber Soldiers and, to some extent, increase their appeal.
At Greene's gesture, the five soldiers standing side by side slowly turned around.
Pointing to the third soldier, Greene said, "Leyton, have the Scouting Regiment prepare a group of people to try this hooded Blue Cloak and see its impact on combat."
Then, with the help of the servants, the five soldiers began to put on the new breastplates, chainmail coifs, and pointed helmets.
The patterns on the new armor became very simple; although the weight was similar, compared to the previous armor, it gave a feeling of being more solid and made the soldiers themselves look more imposing.
Greene couldn't help but nod slightly; he was… quite satisfied with the effect he personally created, cough.
After making some more arrangements, Greene left Leyton and had the others leave the study.
"Leyton, how many jars of Wildfire (Chapter 237) has the Alchemists Guild in Whispering Fort produced?"
Some time ago, the Alchemists Guild branch master in Crab Claw Point reported that the "temperament" of Wildfire had become increasingly docile, and monthly production would greatly increase.
Leyton picked up the wine jug, pouring wine and respectfully saying, "Last month's reserve was 103 bottles, and the exact quantity will only be known in a few days.
I think this month will produce much more; I can hear the laughter of those 'wise men' even here."
The Alchemists Guild branch in Whispering Fort benefited from Crab Claw Point's vast, sparsely populated land, so buildings didn't need to worry about height or similar issues.
Additionally, the Pyromancer, suppressed by the Citadel for hundreds of years, wouldn't pursue an exquisite lifestyle, so… rough stone houses were directly expanded, as long as it didn't affect Wildfire production.
Greene took the wine glass, took a sip, and said, "Leyton, secretly send… ten jars of Wildfire to Dragonstone."
House Redwyne's fleet from Arbor possesses strength no less than the former Royal Fleet and the Iron Islands fleet.
According to the news Greene received inside the Red Keep, House Redwyne's fleet from Arbor had already left Arbor and would soon arrive at the Blackwater River Dock in Blackwater Bay.
He put down the wine glass and added, "Arrange it as soon as possible."
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