Seeing this, Count Leonor's hand also moved to the hilt of his sword, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Alas…" Lady Anya shook her head as she slowly rose, handing a wine glass filled with wine to Count Leonor.
Then, she handed the other glass of wine to Ser Jeewood and said, "We need to have some patience. If Count Leonor intended to harm us, he wouldn't have appeared here."
"Thank you for your trust, Lady Anya."
Count Leonor took a sip of ale and said, "I merely followed Lord Baelish's orders. I brought physicians and fine wine for the tired warriors, and the soldiers I brought even helped you carry the wounded into the tents."
Lady Anya frowned slightly, and she said gently, "You are very thoughtful, Count Leonor."
After speaking, as Lady Anya turned to sit down, she secretly gave Ser Jeewood a warning look.
Ser Jeewood snorted, but he stopped glaring at Count Leonor.
After sitting down, Lady Anya took a small sip of wine from her glass and said, "Count Leonor, we have already learned of Count Baelish's goodwill towards the Alliance of the Righteous, and also… the great contributions he has made to the Vale of Arryn and young Duke Robert."
After a pause, she said earnestly, "Count Petyr Baelish is a wise and good man. We welcome him to become young Duke Robert's foster father. May the Gods bless all good people on earth."
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It was late, with stars twinkling.
Greene Kleber stood on a high vantage point, gazed at the distant Vale camp for a moment, then retracted his gaze and said, "According to our reconnaissance, there are twenty thousand men gathered there from the Vale."
He reached out and patted Ser Pel, who was standing beside him, then continued, "Pel, tonight's battle is yours."
Pel Pili puffed out his sturdy chest and said, "My Lord, I am at your command."
Greene nodded his chin and said, "Are the 2,000 strong oxen ready?"
Ser Pel nodded and said, "Their horns have been fitted with sharp blades, and the tail of each ox has been tied with oil-soaked reeds. We have made all the proper preparations."
Greene started walking, saying as he went, "Pel, the timing of lighting the oxen's tails is important, but the timing of lighting the 'passage' is even more important. I don't want to see them charging towards our soldiers."
The "passage" Greene referred to was a wall of fire created by igniting prepared flammable materials. As a transmigrator, he knew very well that if the "passage" wasn't ready, the stampeding fire oxen could accidentally charge into their own army formation.
He added, "And, the war drums."
Ser Pel respectfully replied, "Lord Green, for tonight, those 'ox trainers' have been training for a long time. They understand them very well, please rest assured."
Greene stopped and looked at his sworn knight, saying, "Pel, master the fire ox tactic, and in the future, you can even teach it to your children."
Upon hearing this, Ser Pel immediately knelt on one knee, his voice trembling, "My Lord, House Pili will forever remember your kindness."
Greene helped Ser Pel up, then looked at the night sky and said, "Go, my loyal Pel. Remember, tonight Kleber still needs no prisoners."
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Inside the tent, Leyton was wiping down the well-maintained bronze armor, which was Bronze Yohn's ancestral armor.
Greene entered the tent, looked at the bronze armor, which gleamed from being oiled, and nodded slightly, saying, "Leyton, well done."
Leyton gave a shy smile and pointed to the magic runes carved on the armor, saying, "My master, it is rumored that this armor can protect the warrior wearing it from harm. Is this true?"
Greene curled his lips and said, "Leyton, as for the truth of this legend, perhaps you can ask our Sir Aimu Pa Ruo."
Leyton first paused slightly, then chuckled and said, "The Vale's magic is no match for Kleber's swords."
He put away the oiled soft leather and added, "My master, I am ready. I can depart tomorrow morning."
Greene sat down on a folding wooden chair next to the brazier and said, "Leyton, when you reach King's Landing, enter the city through the Steel Gate."
He added, "Bringing the bronze armor to King Joffrey is very important to Kleber… Leyton, I trouble you."
Leyton bowed and said, "My master, thank you for your trust. I promise to fulfill your command."
Greene nodded slightly. This was a trophy proving Emperor Joffrey's great military achievements, so there could be no delay… ahem, in the game of power, speed is everything.
As for the future situation in the Vale, Lord Green still needed to compete with the power players to see who had the bigger heart.
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Inside the Vale camp tent, Count Leonor, Lady Anya, Lord Horton, and Ser Jeewood raised their cups to each other.
Taking a small sip of wine, Lady Anya spoke, "Count Leonor, the 1,000 cavalry and 2,000 infantry remaining in the camp during the day… we will entrust them all to your command."
Count Leonor raised his wine glass again and said, "My Lords, the glorious victory belongs to the Duke of Eyrie."
Lord Horton also raised his wine glass, paused, then reminded, "Count Leonor, please be careful of the arrow rain from the Crab Claw Peninsula. The Crab Claw Peninsula people are well-trained. Perhaps… we should no longer call them wildlings."
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