The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Chapter 380 Backstab 3-2

The tall and majestic figure of the old lion slowly walked down. All the Western nobles standing around him had solemn faces and respect and awe in their eyes.

Most of the royal nobles also gathered around, with different expressions on their faces, some with flattering smiles, and others with fawning expressions on their faces.

There were even a few nobles from the Reach who rushed over as if they were attracted by a magnet, which made the inflatable fish Duke's face darken.

Green turned his gaze to the other side, where... Queen Cersei, Old Rose and Little Rose were standing together and chatting.

Queen Cersei raised her head slightly, with a hint of arrogance in her elegant posture; Lady Olenna had deep eyes, and Margaery had a smile on her face; the atmosphere between the three of them seemed unexpectedly harmonious.

"Please be quiet!"

Following the voice of the imperial steward, everyone gradually stopped their ongoing conversation, and their movements seemed a bit hasty but neat.

Duke Tywin held the wine glass in his hand, and with golden green eyes, he slowly scanned the nobles below in an unhurried but majestic rhythm. His voice was calm and full of power: "Everyone, dare to challenge Iron The enemies of the majesty of the throne will all be wiped out like dust in front of us, for the sake of peace..."

He raised his wine glass to signal to everyone, and then raised his voice: "To the Seven Kingdoms!"

Seeing this, everyone quickly raised their wine glasses and shouted in unison: "To the Seven Kingdoms! To the Seven Kingdoms! To the Seven Kingdoms!"

The crowd's uniform and loud shouts echoed throughout the banquet hall.

Immediately afterwards, someone shouted excitedly: "Respect, Prime Minister!"

Then, more people shouted, "For Tywin Lannister!" as if they were infected by some strong emotion.

"Tywin Lannister! Tywin Lannister! Tywin Lannister!" The crowd's voices rose and fell like waves.

On the towering balcony, musicians played cheerful tunes, and the dinner at the Prime Minister Tower officially began.

During the opening dance, Queen Cersei, whose face was full of joy and joy, took the initiative to invite Lord Tywin to leave, and their figures slowly walked into the center of the dance floor.

As the lioness pulled the old lion, whose expression and body were stiff, to dance, the little rose also smiled and held the Duke of Metz to dance.

Lannister and Tyrell set the example, and those who followed were almost always father and daughter or mother and son.

Green stood by the dance floor, admiring and commenting on the dancing postures of the two Dukes with great interest. Although the Duke of Metz was slightly fatter, his movements were elegant and he cooperated well with Little Rose. As for Lord Tywin...although he looks like a dull stone sculpture, he can barely keep up with Cersei's cheerful rhythm.

Also, I have to admit that their two daughters are really... charming.

Then, as one of the three dukes at the banquet, in order not to look out of place, he walked over and invited Lady Olenna - the Duchess of Highgarden next to her - Ellery Hightower.

After the first round of "parent-child theme" dancing was over, Margaery's maid, Meg Tyrell, couldn't wait to grab a young knight's attendant. They started, and the young men and women entered the dance floor laughing.

After leaving the dance floor, Mrs. Ellery put on an elegant smile and extended a polite invitation to Green: "Duke Kleb, Hightower welcomes you to the old town."

Oldtown is the largest and oldest city in the Seven Kingdoms. The Towering Tower and Citadel of the Hightower family are located here.

"Thank you for the invitation, beautiful madam." Green nodded slightly in response.

Afterwards, they briefly chatted for a few insignificant words, then said goodbye to each other and parted. Lady Ellery walked slowly towards where Lady Olenna was, while Green's footsteps moved towards Kevan Lannister not far away.

"Lord Kevan of Harrenhal, congratulations."

Lord Green actually wanted to ask: Is the Lannister family really not worried about the curse of Harrenhal? Perhaps, at some point in the future, he might be able to clearly understand the power of the curse of Harrenhal from Kevan?

Earl Kevan smiled reservedly and said, "Thank you. When Harrenhal is recaptured, I plan to hold a martial arts tournament there, and I will welcome Duke Green to visit."

Green did not give a clear agreement. He just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a faint smile, and said: "This is a good thing. The entire Seven Kingdoms are looking forward to restoring the prosperity of the past."

He picked up a wine glass from the waiter, raised it, and said: "I feel that I will witness with my own eyes the Lannister quelling the war in the Seven Kingdoms. This is such an honor. May the gods bless Prime Minister Tywin."

After hearing this, Earl Kevan was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "I also look forward to welcoming the peace of the Seven Kingdoms as soon as possible. On behalf of Duke Tywin, I would like to thank you for your blessing, Duke Green."

After chatting casually for a while, Green suddenly seemed to have remembered something important and said, "Count Kevan, is there any news about the iron fleet recently?"

Kevan shook his head slightly, with a heavy expression on his face: "I issued an extremely generous bounty in the name of the Royal Council, hoping to get relevant information about Euron's fleet as soon as possible. However, so far, there is still no one." If they could provide even a shred of information, it was as if they suddenly disappeared without a trace.”

Green raised his wine glass and took a sip of Summer Red, then frowned and thought about something. After a while, he slowly said: "Euron appeared so suddenly in a high profile, and then disappeared so mysteriously, I miss him. Maybe it’s just to deliberately cause panic among the seven countries.”

Hearing this, Earl Kevan's green eyes as deep as pool water moved slightly, and his tone was slightly doubtful: "Deliberately causing panic?"

Green gently tapped his chin and analyzed with a serious expression: "Earl Kevan, the Ironborn do not have the same strong expectations and desires for peace as we do. Think back to the Greyjoy Rebellion ten years ago. ...If we can gather a strong force and land on the Iron Islands like Robert I did, then... Euron, after knowing this situation, can only obediently take off the driftwood on his head The Crown (symbolizing royal authority over the Iron Islands, the Ironborn and their territories)."

Earl Kevan couldn't help but snorted coldly, with a bit of anger in his tone: "Those ironborn support Greyjoy's claim to be king. In the final analysis, it is just to be able to rob legally, these hateful bandits."

Green gently shook the wine glass in his hand, and said with emotion: "I'm afraid it will be difficult for another character like Colum Greyjoy to appear in the Iron Islands. But..."

Rumor has it that Coron Greyjoy (father of Lord Balon) was the most prudent, wisest and most powerful ruler of the Iron Islands since Aegon's Conquests. During his reign, he gradually gave up the traditional customs of the Ironborn, banned plundering in the Seven Kingdoms, only allowed plundering of ships and settlements from the Free Trade Cities or more remote areas, and strengthened the relationship with the Green Land. connect.

He paused for a moment, then continued: "I think... Greyjoy, who has been reduced to a lost dog, might be willing to 'play' the second Columb Greyjoy."

Earl Kevan looked thoughtfully at Green, who always maintained a gentle face, and then gestured to the waiter not far away.

After the waiter handed over the wine glass, he raised the glass and said, "This is indeed a good idea. I respect your wisdom, Duke Green."

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When the banquet was halfway through, the three dukes gathered together in the smaller hall next to the banquet hall.

Duke Tywin leaned on the back of his chair, sat silently for a while, and then spoke slowly: "Duke Metz, Duke Green, before the dinner started, I received a personal letter from Prince Doran. He made a clear request to Give the Red Keep an answer that can calm the anger of the Dornish people within a month, otherwise... he will have no choice but to start a war. "

Green raised his eyebrows slightly: "One month?"