A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

"The situation is now clear. Lord Mace Tyrell, as the representative of the surrender of the southern border, has entered the city to wait for our army to propose terms of understanding." The banquet was still going on, but Renly had already accompanied the old bachelor to leave early.

Climbing the stairwell, the old man gasped and said: "He noticed that you may, may just be observing the situation of your brother Robert's family. As the leader of the rebel army, Robert——"

The words were interrupted by a burst of breath. The old bachelor stopped on a step and calmed down for a while before saying: "It may also be... well, I heard that in Highgarden, his little daughter was just born."

"You mean marriage?" The old man said vaguely, but Renly could guess what it was, so he couldn't help but frown: "How long has it been since my fifth name day?"

"this is normal."

Silently sighing at the intelligence of the boy in front of him that was beyond his age, the old bachelor couldn't help but explain a little more.

"Lords usually use marriage alliances to win over allies. Many children from noble families have been targeted since they were babies. I tell you, it's too late for you now."

As he said that, without waiting for the boy to respond, he said with a smile: "You are from the Baratheon family. You are of noble birth, but you are a hot commodity. The little lord hopes to marry you and climb to a high position, and the big noble wants to meet someone of the same gender." It is not easy to find a marriage partner who comes from a class family and is suitable for your children in all aspects. "

"But I'm not even the second son, and now I don't have the right to inherit."

As they talked, they continued to climb the stairs. A black-haired maid said hello as she passed by. The old man nodded to her and waited until the other party walked away before speaking again.

"It is indeed difficult for you to have your own territory, but your grandmother Leilei Targaryen is the daughter of Aegon V, a pure royal princess. In terms of blood, your brother - ahem, let's not talk about this first. In short, my child, the current situation is turbulent, but when the country stabilizes, lords and nobles who want to be engaged to you will continue to come, so you must be prepared."

After the old man finished speaking, he suddenly felt that he had said a bit too much, but when he glanced at Renly's frowning and thoughtful face, he couldn't help but laugh again.

The boy is precocious, but there are some things that are impossible to understand.

However, the old maester was wrong about this. Renly was not ignorant of this matter, and his understanding was even advanced.

He knew that if normal development continued, his cheap brother Robert would ascend to the Iron Throne, and he would inherit the castle at his feet and the vast Stormlands.

But it's hard to say whether it will really develop like this - after all, something happened before that was obviously different from his memory.

Renly didn't care much about this.

Regardless of whether he has a territory or not, as a member of the Baratheon family, it is certain that he will have food and drink for the rest of his life, so he does not have much desire for territory and lord status——

What he is really interested in is the "gold finger" hidden on his body and the special power this thing brings to him. Worldly power games are nothing, comparatively speaking.

It’s just that having enough food and drink is not without preconditions...

Renly thought as he climbed the stairs.

He felt that he should consider this issue, because according to the development of the original work, Robert, who ascended the throne, would be crushed to death by a wild boar more than ten years later. The reason was certainly not simple, but there was only one core contradiction——

The queen from the Lannister family in the West had an affair with her husband and her brother behind her back, and the three children she gave birth to were believed to be Robert's children. Even the person involved, Robert himself, thought so.

As a result, someone later discovered that they were not of royal blood.

Conspiracy, poisoning, betrayal, frame-up... Chaos and war broke out.

So how can we stop that cheap brother Robert from being cuckolded...

Renly had some thoughts for a moment.

"You performed well today. But you should take the initiative to see Lord Stark instead of letting your second brother call you." The old bachelor's nagging came from beside him again.

"Why?" Renly asked knowingly.

Holding the handrail of the stone staircase, the old man said to him earnestly: "As a young master of the Baratheon family, this is the courtesy you should have."

"As a child, I thought I had the right to be shy."

Renly didn't blush and said breathlessly: "Besides, I think he has something on his mind, so it wouldn't be a good idea to interrupt him rashly."

In fact, during the banquet, he was completely attracted by the Zedi people. Otherwise, it would be impossible to ignore Stark. After all, that person is a very important person.

"Maybe it's because of the war. When there is a war, there is death, and death is never easily ignored." The old man stopped and thumped his waist, then lowered his voice.

"Lord Stark doesn't always attend banquets. I saw that he was very stiff when toasting. As for your second brother, he is a bit colder, but at least he can handle this kind of scene with ease."

Is there a difference?

Renly couldn't help but be speechless when he saw that the old man seemed to be happy on his face.

At the banquet, he only saw two stone-like faces, one stinkier than the other. If there weren't too many people from the north, the atmosphere of the whole scene wouldn't be lively at all.

But this topic did not continue, they had already reached their destination.

Because of the need to raise ravens, the old man's room was placed on the top floor of the tower. Renly's bedroom was basically just a few steps away from the maester's room. However, he quietly wandered out after entering the room for a while, and then Step down.

At this time, the corridor was empty. Only the fire pit on the stone wall was burning quietly. The shadows swayed on the surface of the corridor and the surface of the stone dome above, looking a bit gloomy. The stone stairs connecting to the corridor were even darker and old brocade. Hanging on the side wall is silent, and the overall atmosphere is gloomy. Being in it is enough to make a child timid.

However, Renly was not a normal child, so he didn't pay attention to how dark the surrounding environment was. After wrinkled his nose and smelled it, he walked towards the bottom of the tower without hesitation.

But an uninvited guest stopped him halfway.

"Davos?"

Seeing the brown-haired middle-aged man in gray robe walking up from the stairs, Renly took the initiative to say hello: "Why didn't you go to the banquet?"

He actually wanted to ask how the smugglers got up, because the upper living area was protected by guards, but considering the chaotic scene below, it was likely that the guards had neglected their duties.

"Those northerners are really good at drinking." The other party coughed dryly, and then went straight to the topic in a low voice.

"Lord Stannis promised to give me a territory and a knighthood in return for this adventure, but only if I must pay the price for my smuggling behavior."

Renly tilted his head and looked at him, "Cut off your fingers?"

"how do you--"

"Listen to what the servant says."

Davos opened his mouth when he heard this, but he didn't ask any more questions.

His conversation with Stannis was private and there was no way anyone else could know about it.

But that special kind of bone meal had already covered the boy in front of him with a layer of mystery, and adding another layer wouldn't be too surprising to him.

This incomprehensible witchcraft trick made Davos wary and repelled in his heart, but he could not ignore the help it brought to him.

So even though he was conflicted, he still came here and ran in front of this little boy who looked delicate and beautiful, but full of mystery.

"I would like to say that this is all because of you, my lord, if it weren't for -" Davos's words were obviously more respectful than last time.

"Isn't this all agreed upon? The credit belongs to you, I just want to have a full stomach." Renly interrupted him and waved his hand: "This is not the place to talk. If you want to thank me, we can talk about it later. "

Seeing the boy walking by the stairs beside him, Davos couldn't help but added: "But the reward is really - really -"

Renly paused, then looked back at him.

The other party smelled of alcohol and seemed a little unsteady standing there. He had obviously drunk too much.

"Is it really too high? Or do you think this is detrimental to your... honor?"

"Smugglers have no honor, but this is-"

"Smugglers have no honor," Renly replied firmly.

Many people have said this, but this is the first time it comes from a child. Davos opened his mouth when he heard this, and finally nodded awkwardly: "Okay, sir, I'm sorry to disturb you."

After he finished speaking, he bowed and turned around to leave.

"But you will become a knight soon, Davos." Renly suddenly said from behind him: "A knight who regards honor as more important than life, the story goes like this. I hope you can Be that kind of knight.”

Davos paused when he heard this, and couldn't help but look back at the boy, who shrugged upon seeing this.

"This may be the best reward for me."

The boy smiled at him after speaking, and then hurried away, leaving Davos in a daze.

The surrounding environment was silent, except for the sound of footsteps.

It wasn't until the short figure disappeared from sight that the brown-haired middle-aged man seemed to suddenly react. A trace of gratitude flashed on his face, and he quickly chased after him.

"Sir, you are going in the wrong direction, your room is above!"