The next day, items purchased by the Seagull Town Governor's Mansion began to flow in, wave after wave.
The golden dragons seemed to be jumping right before their eyes, and at first, a small number of people couldn't stop smiling, and then more and more people also started beaming.
As more and more people benefited, many began to think that Earl Kleber, who proclaimed himself the temporary protector of Seagull Town, seemed to be a very good person?
On the ninth day that the swamp marigold banner fluttered over Seagull Town, the gates of the Lord's Hall were opened, and Earl Kleber listened to the petitions of the people of Seagull Town for the first time.
After the petitions concluded, the people of Seagull Town privately spread the word that Lord Kleber was a benevolent governor.
From dawn till dusk, the petitions in Seagull Town continued for seven consecutive days.
At the same time, the people suddenly noticed that the villains who lived among them had disappeared one by one, which made them unconsciously overlook the increasing number of blue patrol teams on the streets.
Dong~~ Dong~~ Dong~~ The bell in Seagull Town's largest square suddenly rang.
Then, the people witnessed a scene they would never forget in their lives.
They heard someone loudly proclaiming crimes, followed by a scene of heads rolling.
Fear spread, but the people quickly found that their lives had become much easier than before.
Were they afraid of the new governor whose bloody actions made the smell of blood linger in Seagull Town? Of course they were afraid, but they feared the villains closer to them even more.
Normally, they would never be able to avoid these people in their lives, but their new governor was so "cruel" that he directly eliminated those people from their lives.
As time went on, they grew to admire the new governor's bloody methods more and more.
Laughter and joy also bloomed among the common people in Seagull Town, and they began to affectionately call their new governor the Blood Earl in private.
In the Alliance of the Righteous camp south of Eyrie, the elites of the Royce Family, Waynwood Family, Hunter Family, Redfort Family, Belmore Family, and Templeton Family gathered, each contributing a thousand, totaling six thousand soldiers.
Yesterday, the Alliance of the Righteous army launched a symbolic attack on Eyrie, warning Lysa Tully, who was hiding inside Eyrie, with their actions.
"Gentlemen, I think besieging it is enough; it's impossible for us to break through Eyrie with our current forces."
"According to the intelligence I gathered, Eyrie has stored a lot of food. Only the gods know how long we'll have to stay here."
"Why haven't our envoys returned yet?"
"Gods save us, she could poison her own husband; she's a lunatic!"
"I think in this situation, she wouldn't dare to harm the envoy. Poisoning can be done secretly, but there are thousands of eyes watching her here. She would never dare, unless…"
"She's truly mad?"
"May the gods not forgive her!"
"...Has Ser Brynden of Blood Gate replied?"
"Brynden Tully said he would not interfere in the dispute between the Alliance of the Righteous and Lady Lysa, but he demanded that we not prevent him from loading vegetables into the basket for Eyrie."
"What does he mean? Doesn't that mean he's supporting his sinful niece? Where is his knightly honor?!"
"Perhaps that's why Duke Brynden doesn't like his brother."
"The Blood Gate Knight's actions will make us a laughingstock. I say we directly blockade Moon Gate Castle and cut off Eyrie's supplies."
"My lord, a raven from Seagull Town!"
While Bronze Yohn and others were holding a war council in the tent, they received news that Seagull Town in the Vale had been captured.
Ser Symon Templeton of Ninestars angrily said, "This is an invasion, this is a crime!"
Lady Anya Waynwood of Iron Oaks read the letter, frowning, "Earl Kleber of Crab Claw Peninsula?"
Lady Anya's brown hair, once youthful, had turned gray, her eyes were lined with wrinkles, and the skin on her chin sagged.
After reading the letter, she handed it to Bronze Yohn and said in a deep voice, "The Grafson Family is gone forever."
Ser Symon Templeton suddenly stood up and roared, "These barbarians, they must pay for their blood with blood!"
Lady Anya's eyes motioned for Ser Symon Templeton to sit down, and she calmly said, "First, read the contents of the letter."
Bronze Yohn's gray eyes were half-hidden beneath his thick eyebrows. He read the letter, pondered for a moment, then handed it to Earl Gerold Hunter of Longbow Hall, who had a large beard.
After a moment of silence, Lady Anya spoke, "The Earl of Crab Claw Peninsula is conquering Eyrie in King Joffrey's name, and the Grafson Family has been falsely accused by him of being Lysa's accomplice."
Earl Gerold Hunter scoffed, saying, "Rather, it's the revenge of a half-savage family."
Everyone present understood the hatred the people of Crab Claw Peninsula held for the Vale Noble, as their families had all participated in the blockade of Crab Claw Peninsula.
Ser Symon Templeton said contemptuously, "With just that small force from Crab Claw Peninsula?"
Lady Anya spoke up, "Ser Symon, never underestimate any enemy!"
She glanced at everyone and then said, "My lords, will the Earl of Crab Claw Peninsula join forces with Lysa Tully?"
Bronze Yohn shook his head slightly, saying, "Anyone sitting on the Iron Throne cannot tolerate the crimes committed by Lysa Tully."
"Gentlemen…"
Bronze Yohn slowly said, "We all know that Stannis is gathering his forces in the South, and a great battle in King's Landing is inevitable."
He paused, then added, "My question is why would Queen Regent Lannister send her confidant to the Vale at this time?"
Lady Anya's eyes moved, and she asked, "Earl Yohn, what are you thinking of?"
Bronze Yohn shook his head and replied, "I originally guessed that Lannister wanted to take this opportunity to extend their influence into the Vale, but now that I think about it…"
He paused, then continued, "Lannister has enemies everywhere; this wouldn't be worth it."
Earl Benedar Belmore of Hongge City, who had been silent, stroked his pear-shaped belly and said, "I heard that the food supply problem in King's Landing has not been resolved. Could it be that the Queen Regent has her eyes on the Vale's grain?"
When he finished speaking, many people nodded, but Lady Anya retorted, "Stannis Baratheon will not give Lannister that much time, at most three months… I think that's enough time for Stannis to subdue the forces in the South."
Bronze Yohn tapped the armrest of his chair, saying, "Gentlemen, we must decide soon: Lady Lysa… Crab Claw Peninsula… which one should the Alliance of the Righteous deal with first?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the captain of the guard at the door strode in and said, "My lord, Earl Petyr Baelish requests an audience."
Bronze Yohn said with some surprise, "Petyr? Why would he be here?"
Ser Symon Templeton's voice was tinged with sarcasm: "He's probably back to see the magnificent fortress on Fingers Peninsula."
When Ser Symon Templeton finished speaking, many in the tent let out low laughs.
Petyr entered the tent with an elegant stride. He curved his lips and bowed slightly, saying, "Gentlemen, it is an honor."
After Petyr took his seat, Bronze Yohn directly asked, "Petyr, why are you here?"
Petyr spread his hands and said with a smile, "Earl Yohn, you're not asking about the rumors about me in King's Landing, are you?"
Bronze Yohn gazed at Petyr for a moment, then said, "You may refuse to answer."
Everyone's gaze was fixed on Petyr. He sighed softly and said, "It seems I still need to explain."
He continued, "Everyone should know that I am Duke Brynden's foster son. I grew up with his children in Riverrun…"
Petyr's eyes swept over those present, and he shrugged, saying, "Later, I heard about Lady Lysa from Duke Stark. At that time, I couldn't just stay silent, could I?"
Lady Anya's eyes flickered, and she said, "I heard you were imprisoned in the Red Keep's Black Cells."
Petyr's gray-green eyes trembled slightly… Given Eddard Stark's character, he would never reveal his problems to others before a formal trial, so he was very confident at this moment.
Petyr's expression was as if he had heard a joke: "Respected Lady Waynwood, you should trust Duke Stark's honor. He just doesn't like me neglecting honor for personal feelings."
Bronze Yohn nodded slightly, saying, "Then, why are you here? For whom have you come?"
Petyr's smile faded from his face, and he said, "My lords, I have come for the Alliance of the Righteous, and for peace in the Vale."
After a moment of silence, Ser Symon Templeton spoke mockingly, "Hah, Littlefinger, this is the Vale, not the Red Keep where you play word games. Do you think we brought troops here for a stroll?"
Petyr spread his hands, his lips slightly upturned: "That's a really good idea."
Ser Symon suddenly rose from his chair, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword. He glared at the composed Petyr.
Petyr looked at Bronze Yohn and said, "Earl Yohn, drawing a sword during negotiations is not an honorable thing to do."
The other members of the Alliance of the Righteous spoke up to calm Ser Symon Templeton, and he eventually sat back down in his chair.
When everyone had quieted down, Bronze Yohn spoke, "Petyr, are you representing Lady Lysa?"
Petyr first nodded, then immediately shook his head.
Bronze Yohn raised a hand to stop the others from speaking, and said, "Petyr, we don't like guessing games. I hope you can be direct."
Petyr shrugged as if helpless, saying, "Alright, let's get straight to the point. My lords, and lady, what do you intend to do to Robert Arryn's mother? Or rather, what is your ultimate goal?"
As Petyr finished speaking, the members of the Alliance of the Righteous exchanged glances, finally all looking at Bronze Yohn.
Bronze Yohn stared at Petyr for a moment, then said, "Lysa Tully must face a public trial."
Petyr smiled, saying, "Robert Arryn is young and sickly; he is too pitiful."
Bronze Yohn answered Petyr's veiled question: "Petyr, I will take him to my Runestone and make him a knight that Duke Jon Arryn would be proud of."
"Runestone?"
Petyr seemed very curious: "Why not Iron Oaks or Longbow Hall? Or another lord's castle?"
Benedar Belmore spoke loudly, "Anywhere is fine; Duke Robert will visit our castles in rotation."
Lady Anya's sigh interrupted everyone's thoughts. She said, "Earl Petyr, your provocation is clumsy, and it won't affect the Alliance of the Righteous."
Petyr's eyes flickered: "Lady Waynwood, my lords, can you represent the Vale?"
The atmosphere in the tent grew heavy, but he continued, "I have many good friends in Seagull Town, and I recently heard some bad news. I imagine you should also know what happened there, right?"
He continued, "Lady, my lords, this concerns the honor of the entire Vale. My suggestion is… how about we first deal with our common enemy?"
Red Keep, Small Council.
Varys's fat face showed barely concealed terror: "Queen Cersei, my little birds have brought specific intelligence."
Cersei Lannister spoke, "Varys, let's hear it."
Varys nodded slightly and replied, "My little birds tell me that Renly Baratheon was terribly murdered in the midst of his army. A blade cut through steel and bone like cheese, slitting his throat from his left ear to his right."
Grand Maester Pycelle opened his sleepy eyes wide and said, "Unbelievable."
Cersei frowned, saying, "Varys, have you found out who did it? Was the killer Stannis?"
Varys shook his head slightly, quite helplessly: "Your Majesty, Renly's sudden death has caused rumors to sprout like mushrooms in the shadows. A stable boy said Renly was killed by one of the Rainbow Guard… A washerwoman claimed Stannis, with his magic sword, infiltrated the camp and killed his brother… Some soldiers believed the killer was a woman, but couldn't agree on which woman. One soldier thought the killer was a maiden cruelly abandoned by Renly, another said the killer was a prostitute who served Renly the night before the battle, and a third soldier dared to guess that Little Rose of Highgarden was the true culprit…"
Queen Regent Cersei impatiently interrupted, "Varys, are you wasting my time with such gossip? Please remember, I want the truth!"
The Lioness roared, and Varys couldn't help but shrink his neck.
Tyrion grinned: "At least we can be sure that Renly is indeed dead. It seems King Joffrey will be very disappointed; I heard he had prepared many sharp spears for Renly's head."
Queen Regent Cersei snorted coldly, her voice filled with pride: "They can still be used to impale Stannis's head."
Tyrion blinked… My dear sister, Renly's death is not good news.
Tyrion had originally hoped that the Baratheon brothers would fight a bloody battle in the South, leaving both sides severely weakened. Now… Stannis is probably the true formidable enemy of Lannister.
Tyrion looked at Varys and said, "My Master of Whisperers, what is the situation with Renly's hundred thousand troops?"
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