A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

There were many people attending the banquet, but Renly was most interested in no one else, but an old man with a white beard whom he didn't like very much - Grand Maester Pycelle.

From the appearance, this 70-year-old man is not very impressive. He is hunched over, wearing a dark brown bachelor's robe loosely on his body. His bald forehead is covered with age spots, and his neck is covered with scattered snow-white beards. He wore a lot of heavy-looking bachelor's necklaces. When he raised his arms and kicked his legs, he acted slowly, but he was very energetic.

The reason why Renly was interested in this person was simple. When he was in the Reach, he had heard about some strange things about this person in recent years. At the same time, he had not forgotten that when the product of chaos first appeared, the chicken leg later fate.

So even though the grand maester behaved in a low-key manner at the banquet, Renly still took the initiative to find him and brought the topic to pets.

"I never sell any of my dogs, my lord."

The old man sitting in the corner responded to Renly's question about his pet dog.

"But if you are interested, Lord Duke, I can give you one. Yes, although I am not willing to part with it, I have given some away before, but I have never sold them. In fact, as a bachelor , I take things like money very lightly, and you have to know, sir, at my age..."

The old man rambled on, which sounded a bit irritating. Renly secretly curled his lips as he listened.

If this person doesn’t sell dogs, then who raises those special pet dogs circulating on the market?

However, he had no intention of exposing the lie of the grand maester, and he also did not interrupt this nagging——

Many things can be done casually as a child, but when you become an adult, they become very targeted.

"I wonder how the Grand Maester raised the dog?" When Pycelle paused for breath, Renly asked appropriately: "I have seen a few in the Reach. They are much smarter than ordinary pets. ”

"It's not like there's any secret."

Grand Maester Pycelle replied slowly: "I just regard raising dogs as a fun thing to do. There are not many ways to raise them. Why is it smart? This may be because as a Grand Maester, they are in You were influenced by him unknowingly when you were around me. I think you should know, Lord Duke, that the Grand Bachelor is much more knowledgeable and wise than ordinary bachelors, and I am also ranked among the top among all previous Grand Bachelors. No. This is not my own bragging, it is the personal evaluation of me by the Cardinals of the Academy in recent years - you know the Cardinals, sir, that is the Academy..."

On the surface Renly listened quietly, but secretly he kept rolling his eyes. It felt like this old man was really thick-skinned when he was rambling, but he could also feel that except for some aspects, what Grand Maester Pycelle said was basically true——

He also doesn't know why his dog is different.

Thinking about the werewolf monster he had encountered in the Frey family in the Reach, and then thinking about the banquet where the chicken legs appeared, Renly thought that there was obviously some connection between the two, but the alienation effect of the mark was inherently It makes him unpredictable, and it's not a big deal if he doesn't understand something.

After chatting with this person for a few more words, Renly took the initiative to say goodbye and leave.

Pycelle stood up tremblingly to see each other off. After walking slowly for a few steps, he found that the black-haired young man who left had not paid attention to him, so he deftly turned around and sat back. Thinking about what he just said, he I smashed my mouth unconsciously.

"I can sell a dog for several gold dragons, how can I give it away casually... That boy is much more knowledgeable than when he was a child, but he is not easy to fool..."

While muttering to himself, Grand Maester Pycelle suddenly saw Renly leaving and talking face to face with a fat, bald man in pink robes, and couldn't help stroking his beard.

"What is the evil plan of the Eight-clawed Spider?"

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"We haven't seen each other for ten years, and the Duke is so much taller than me. I really miss the old days." The fat man in pink robes, who was full of powdery smell, had a sigh on his face when he spoke - when he saw Renly and Pycelle finished talking, he took the initiative Come over.

"I think Lord Varys has not changed at all in the past ten years." Renly replied seriously: "The bald head is still so bright."

These words made the fat man in pink robe grin, and then said helplessly: "There is nothing I can do about it. I cherish my hair very much. Unfortunately, I have the same problem as the Prime Minister, so I see the Prime Minister's forehead every day in the imperial meeting. I will always give up the idea of ​​growing my hair.”

Renly agreed with this. He thought that if he really had a Mediterranean bald head, it would be better to shave his head to look more pleasing to the eye.

But he didn't take it seriously. Eight of the ten words spoken by the man in front of him were false, and he even lied about his hair. I really don't know if he is already a liar or if he hopes to add a bit of humor.

What he was thinking did not make any look of contempt appear on Renly's face. After chatting with this person for a while with a smile on his face, he found that the intelligence chief nicknamed the Eight-clawed Spider had intentionally or unintentionally turned the topic to Dorne. .

"The Martell family of Dorne wants to marry their beautiful Princess Arianne to you - according to the laws of Dorne, Princess Arianne is the heir of the Martell family. "

The Martell family rules Dorne, but Dorne's customs are different from those in other parts of the Seven Kingdoms. For example, the head of the Martell family is called a prince instead of a duke, and the prince's daughter is also called a princess.

Renly shrugged upon hearing this.

"So I think this is a Dornish conspiracy. To use the family heir to marry me, an insignificant person, is simply exaggerated."

"You are no small person, Lord Renly." Varys flattered him: "As a member of the royal family, how many people in the Seven Kingdoms can be nobler than you?"

Renly was noncommittal.

To say that his identity is special is very special, but in fact it is not a big deal. There is a king brother, and the treatment he receives is obviously different in many aspects. But aside from this status, he is just the lord of a small broken island, with empty status but no strength.

"The Prime Minister believes that Dorne's move is to hope that the royal family will not misunderstand that they have different intentions at this juncture. At the same time, your identity is fully in line with Dorne's goal of marrying the Iron Throne."

Renly said nothing, while Bald Varys spoke to himself.

"Dorne's request is that you lead a team to discuss it in person, and they don't expect anything else. The Prime Minister believes that even if Dorne wants to make some small moves, the Iron Throne will not lose anything at this point, so why don't you choose to believe it? Woolen cloth?"

Renly smiled at this.

This is indeed true. Although he is a Baratheon, he ranks very low in the succession to the throne. He is just an insignificant younger brother of King Robert and has no value as a hostage or prisoner.

In other words, even if he died in Dorne, no one would feel sorry for him.

But he didn't think so himself.

Even if Robert hadn't said those words to him in the morning, Renly had no intention of going to Dorne. It was completely different from the Iron Islands. The environment was a desert rather than a sea, and water was scarce. He was not sure that he would be able to escape smoothly if he really encountered danger——

He hopes that Baratheon can become the victor in this power struggle that has slowly begun, but he does not want to use his own life to try to win.

In other words, he wants Baratheon to win because he wants to ensure his own safety, not because of family honor and power status. If he really wants to risk his life to take risks, isn't that putting the cart before the horse?

The thoughts in his heart were not revealed. Renly didn't express anything about the words of the fat man in pink robes. The other person seemed to just say it casually and then moved the topic to other places. Afterwards, he chatted for a few more words. Take the initiative to say goodbye.

Renly narrowed his eyes at this, then ignored it and continued to participate in the banquet.

The welcome banquet held by his brother Robert was not large in scale, but basically all the nobles in King's Landing were invited. The programs and food prepared at the same time were very sumptuous. The banquet did not slowly disperse until late at night.

Renly therefore returned to his residence in the Red Keep.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he suddenly discovered that there was a woman who had passed out on the carpet in the house that was supposed to be empty!

Still owe Chapter 12~