Green pondered for a moment, then said, "You also know the current situation. I think Duke Tywin has no choice but to give up some 'benefits'."
Lord Mace first nodded in agreement, then let out a light snort, his tone slightly displeased: "Lannister is truly greedy."
Lord Mace stroked his beard in thought, then added, "Green, I thought Duke Tywin would ask for our help tonight..."
At this point, he felt a little annoyed. The Old Lion hadn't followed his expectations at all, making all his preparations for nothing.
He continued, "Do you think Lannister will succeed in the Riverlands campaign? Do they have a way to deal with the North Cavalry?"
After speaking, he secretly regretted it. If the Lannister Army continued to suffer defeats in the Riverlands and Crownlands, Duke Tywin's prestige would be severely damaged, and at that time... the Old Lion would no longer be able to sit as Prime Minister.
Besides the Stormlands, which he constantly coveted, Lord Mace also had his eyes on the glittering Prime Minister's necklace.
Having become familiar with Lord Mace, some of his thoughts were easy to discern. Green lightly coughed into his hand and said, "According to the current situation, Duke Tywin should be very clear that he must achieve merits for the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms to see. He has no choice but to make this decision."
Hearing this, Lord Mace huffed, "So he sent us two away from King's Landing to prevent us from secretly interfering. Lannister actually guards against its allies like this, they are truly despicable."
After a pause, he glanced at Green and added, "Lannister is an ally to be wary of."
"Thank you for your reminder, I will remember it."
After a moment of silence, Green continued, "Lord Mace, I have a guess. Perhaps Duke Tywin already has confidence in defeating Robb Stark."
Lord Mace was slightly startled, then said, "You mean..."
Green nodded slightly and said, "The outcome of war is not only decided on the battlefield. To be on the safe side, we also need to make some preparations."
Lord Mace was silent for a while, then said, "It seems Duke Tywin's purpose in luring us away from King's Landing is not as simple as it appears on the surface."
Green nodded with a serious expression.
Lord Mace couldn't help but rub his head. He had received a lot of information tonight, which made him feel a little tired... He needed Lady Olenna's help to analyze it.
After a brief chat with Green, Lord Mace went directly to The Tower of the Maids where Lady Olenna was staying.
Green went to Maegors Holdfast. The chess game had changed, and Green, the 'King of Scrolls', planned to write letters all night and send out raven messages at dawn, urging Eyrie and Whispering City to prepare as soon as possible.
"Good evening, Duke."
Green met Ser Osfryd Kettleblack, who was on night watch, at the gate of Maegors Holdfast.
"Good evening, Ser."
Green entered with Ser Brienne Tarth, while the other guards remained outside. The guards of Maegors Holdfast would arrange a place for them to rest.
Ground floor of Maegors Holdfast.
Rustle, rustle, rustle, Green was sitting at the table writing. This was the room he had used since becoming Queen's Affairs Officer, spacious enough, and as his status rose, the decorations in the room also became more magnificent.
Green finished writing a letter, while Brienne sealed it with wax using tools she carried.
Green pulled out another blank parchment and said, "I'll be writing this letter for a while longer. You can get some sleep."
Brienne's clear blue eyes looked at her lord, shook her head, and after securing the letter, returned to the door to continue guarding.
The quill dipped into the ink, and Green was about to write when a knock suddenly sounded at the door.
Green's brow furrowed slightly. Queen Mother Cersei didn't have a habit of night raids... Who could it be?
Knock, knock, knock, Jaime's voice came from outside the door: "Duke Green, it's Jaime Lannister."
The door was pushed open by Brienne, and Ser Jaime's figure appeared. He gave her a slight smile: "Thank you, Ser Tarth."
Green looked at Ser Jaime, who sat opposite him, with sunken eyes and a pale face, and said, "Brienne, please pour us some wine."
Jaime Lannister leaned weakly against the back of the chair, seemingly explaining his presence: "I was on night patrol today, and I heard you were staying here tonight, so I came to check."
Splash, splash, splash, after Brienne filled the wine, Jaime looked at her and said, "Thank you, Lady."
Brienne frowned, looked at her lord, and seeing his gesture, she left the room directly.
Ser Jaime picked up his wine glass and took a sip, then spread his hands and said, "I really am unpopular."
Green swirled his wine glass and said, "Did you come here tonight just to complain about these boring things?"
Taking a sip of summer red, he added, "She doesn't like people like you who are too popular with women."
Jaime laughed: "Yes, everyone loves the Kingsguard."
Green said nothing, just extended five fingers towards Ser Jaime.
Jaime smiled, and to "cooperate" with Green's teasing, he reached for his waist, then slightly awkwardly withdrew his hand. The money pouch on him had already been used to pay the public bathhouse.
Seeing this, Green chuckled: "Tonight's free. Speak, what's the purpose of your late-night visit, Kingsguard?"
"You are truly generous."
Ser Jaime shrugged, paused, then looked up at the ceiling and whispered, "I think I've guessed the riddle..."
Hearing this, Green's eyes moved slightly: "What are your plans?"
Jaime's gaze shifted to Green: "Aren't you going to ask me for the answer?"
Green's tone carried a hint of disdain: "Ser, do you think I'd be curious?"
Tonight, Jaime's deep eyes had no luster, and he sighed deeply: "I'm very sorry, you and Tyrion... I know you both warned me out of good intentions."
Green stroked the body of his wine glass and said, "If you plan to deal with Ser Osney privately, I suggest you deal with The Three Kettleblack Brothers together. Don't leave yourself any trouble."
Ser Jaime's face was bitter: "To be honest, I thought about that too, but I gave up, for now... that's how it is."
"That's fine." Green nodded slightly.
Jaime was stunned, then he suddenly looked at Green: "Whose side are you on, anyway?"
Green retorted impatiently: "Of course, Cersei Lannister."
After a moment of silence, Ser Jaime said, as if in self-mockery, "Yes, everyone loves Cersei."
He scoffed, "If she doesn't want to, who can force her?"
With that, he drained his glass.
Jaime rose from his chair. As he neared the door, Green's voice sounded: "Are you ready, my friend?"
Jaime tilted his head, a slight curve on his lips, and said, "Lannister always pays his debts."
...The weather near Harrenhal was damp and gloomy, with a fine drizzle.
Under King Robb's command, soldiers from the North and Riverlands were busy setting up camp, some tending to horses, some chopping firewood, and some erecting tents.
At this moment, Renard Westerling, the captain of the guard, strode over and respectfully said, "Your King, this has just arrived. It's a letter from Duke Brynden."
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