Soon, in the distance, Robert's second "victim" arrived, a detachment with a black sleeping lion on a yellow banner, apparently none other than Earl Harf Grandson of the Granderson family.

Obviously, Robert has tasted the sweetness and plans to play the "ambush" to the end, but if he wants to succeed in getting Earl Grandson this time, he has to rely on Count Cavron, after all, he is still nominally a member of the royalist party and an "ally" of the other party.

Before Robert could speak, Count Orlando Cavron, who had changed his ways, took the initiative to ask for his order to "trick" Count Harf Grandson in for him, and to invite him into the urn.

Obviously, Count Orlando Cavolon is quite sensible and can't wait to make meritorious contributions in front of his new master, and the best way to make meritorious contributions is to sell his former teammates.

This kind of psychology is actually very easy to understand, just like an allusion to the tiger, you have suffered a big loss, and you want to pull others into the water and use it to support your back. On the one hand, with the backing of his peers, he doesn't look so much like a "silly spor"; On the other hand, he can also make meritorious contributions to Robert, the "new master", so why not?

Seeing that Count Cavolon was so active, Robert immediately patted him on the shoulder and said, "Well, if you can help me catch him, I will definitely not treat you badly, Count Cavolon." As if greatly encouraged, the Earl of Cavvolon immediately patted his chest flatteringly, promising to "trick" Count Grandson in.

Robert and Han Xing have no doubt about him, because if this guy wants to play mutiny, he can only go out naked, after all, his 4,000 army has already fallen into the hands of Robert, if he defects now, the 4,000 army will have to be killed by Robert, and when he has no army, how can he gain a foothold in the royalist camp? After all, aristocratic society still relies on military strength to speak, what is the difference between an earl without an army and a joke?

However, to be on the safe side, Robert still sent Han Xing to "personally protect" him to "greet" the Earl of Grandson.

At this time, the ruins of the Midsummer Hall have been planted with the green background double white deer flag of the Cavolon family, and the "Cavolon Army" inside has even begun to bury the pot boldly and reassuringly, and the Earl of Grandson in the distance saw that the "Cavolon Army" had arrived first, and he let down his vigilance.

Sure enough, it didn't take long to see Count Orlando Cavolon with a few guards and a few lightly armed Jane to greet him.

Count Naharf Grandson was a little strange, "This Count of Cavolon doesn't have much friendship with our family on weekdays!" I can't beat the eight poles, why did you come to greet me in person? However, he still can't be rude.

"Count Cavron, I am flattered to have you come to meet me personally." Count Grandson immediately humbly greeted him, and waved his hand to signal his men to come forward and help Count Cavolon lead his horse as a sign of respect.

"Don't dare, the reason why I came here in person is because you and I are loyal ministers who support His Majesty the King, and we will work together in the future!" When Count Cavolon spoke, it was called a "pertinent", that was "sincere", and that was "impassioned", if Han Xing hadn't known that he had become a traitor, maybe he really thought he was a "good person"!

When the young Earl of Harf Grandson heard the "heartfelt" words of Count Cavron, he immediately felt that he had not known such a righteous man as Count Cavolon earlier!

However, he thought about it, Count Cavolon was a friend of Count Fair, and he was also a friend of Count Fair, and it was because of this that the three parties came together, since they were friends of friends, they must be like-minded!

"I'm grateful for your invitation, but I •••••••" Earl Harf Grandson was a little hesitant to attend the banquet, after all, it was a time of war, and God knows when Robert's army would come to kill him, so how would he be in the mood to eat, drink, and be merry!

Seeing the hesitation on Earl Grandson's face, Count Cavolon knew that he had nothing to do with their family after all, and it was difficult to gain his trust easily, so he decided to play an emotional offensive, which is commonly known as "set almost".

"Virtuous nephew! Don't blame me, I know your father, Earl Harlan Grandson, who is indeed one of the finest warriors I have ever seen in Stormlands, and I am deeply sympathetic to his untimely death! He howled desperately, and then covered his left hand in front of his eyes, not knowing if he was wiping his tears or trying to hide the truth that he wasn't crying at all.

"Pompous, too pompous! There is not a single tear, I'm afraid that there is only a howl left! I bet you don't even remember what his dad Harlan looks like! Han Xing secretly slandered Count Cavron's acting skills on the side.

Seeing Count Cavolon's "sincerity", Count Grandson was immediately fooled, "Uncle Orlando, allow me to call you so, on behalf of my late father, thank you for your concern for him. "Maybe it's because the aristocrats of this era are so pompous! After all, it's too hard for you to mourn for someone you don't know for no reason. So two howls are over, there are indeed more foreigners than us!

"Where, where, since you call the old man uncle, we are our own people, I don't know if the virtuous nephew has ever been married?" Count Cavolon pretended to wipe away his tears, and then burst into tears and laughed.

"This •••••• is not yet, my father has gone early, and he will have time to make a marriage contract for me in the future," said Count Harff with a rare rough face.

"Half's nephew, why is the eldest husband without a wife! The old man happens to have a little daughter, who is twenty-eight years old, young and prosperous, and has not had time to marry someone, you see? Count Cavolon proudly introduced his precious daughter, and then said in an inquiring tone.

Earl Naharf Grandson was at once overjoyed, he was already twenty years old and had not yet found a suitable wife, partly because his father had gone early, and partly because his face was like the surface of the moon, so pitted as if it had been smashed by a meteorite, that any woman who had a little pursuit was not happy to marry him.

You must know that in the Westeros continent, marriage at the age of 16 is the norm, 18 is already a late marriage, if it is delayed to 20, it is an "older leftover man", of course, there is no shortage of women for nobles like him, shepherdess, tavern maids, farmer's daughters, and even prostitutes, as a nobleman, he will not lack women, there are many women who do this daydream of "flying on the branches to be a phoenix" as a countess.

But how could the noble Grandsons marry a commoner woman? At most, he was playing as a mistress, and his play caused his reputation in aristocratic circles to decline sharply.

Although political marriages are popular among nobles, and the emotional basis of the appearance problem is basically not considered, it does not mean that the opinions of the parties will not be listened to! After all, there are still a lot of nobles in the world, at most, they just marry farther.

So when he heard that Count Cavolon was actually planning to marry him, he was immediately overjoyed, not only did the two match their identities, but the two were now comrades in the same trench, of course, it was very suitable.

"Uncle Orlando, I, Harf of House Grandson, Earl of Sealingburg, formally propose to your youngest daughter, and I hope you will agree." Earl Harf Grandson immediately looked serious.

"Okay, well, you and I are married, and in the future, we will watch and help each other, advance and retreat together, and live and die together. Son-in-law, get up! Count Cavolon immediately agreed, with a big smile on his face, and I don't know if he was glad about the marriage, or at the fact that Count Grandson seemed to be in the suit.

"Advancing and retreating together? Co-life and death? I'm afraid you're going to sell him to Robert if you turn around! But it seems to be a bit of a 'advance and retreat together, life and death together', just waiting to be traitors together. Han Xing secretly felt funny behind his back to Count Cavron's nonsense, but after thinking about it, it seemed to make some sense.

"O virtuous son-in-law! Since we are all a family, then I invite you to the banquet, you won't lose face anymore, right? Count Cavolon stepped forward and put his arm around Count Grafson's shoulders cordially.

"Of course, my father-in-law invited, how can my son-in-law not go?" This time, Earl Harf Grandson completely let down his guard, after all, it has reached the point of talking about marriage, so why should he refuse?

Besides, his troops had been on the road for half a day, and all of them were already hungry and their stomachs were growling, and the smell of roasted meat kept wafting from the summer hall in the distance, teasing their nerves. The men of the Earl of Grandson looked at the Earl of Grandeson with great staring, and waited for him to agree to the banquet of the Earl of Carvolon, and they were ready to go in and feast, and treat the worms in their stomachs.

"That's right! Let's eat and talk, and when Count Ferron arrives, we'll be in the same place, whether it's going to the High Court to join Lord Mace Tyrell, or stopping Robert Baratheon's traitor here, it's a matter of one word! Hahahaha! Count Cavolon smiled and laughed maniacally, even with Count Harf Grandson, who did not understand his father-in-law's jokes, but since he had spoken, he followed politely.

"O virtuous son-in-law! The space in the Midsummer Hall is limited, and your army may not be able to put it down! Why don't I have them brought food out to entertain them, and you and I go into the city and have a drink? "As he was about to reach the city, Count Cavolon asked.

Earl Grandson was a little hesitant about this, after all, any commander with an army knew that it would be a very reckless act to leave his army alone.

But Count Cavolon beckoned, and a group of soldiers came out of the city carrying whole roast pigs and large pieces of roasted meat, and roasted and crispy grilled fish, and barrels of beer and onion soup, and his men had rushed up and grabbed them. He had no choice but to nod helplessly and agree, and followed his "father-in-law" into the city to drink.

As soon as he entered the gate of the Summer Hall, he was surrounded by a large number of troops, and then, like the Earl of Cavolon before him, he was dragged off his horse by a large crowd and tied into a large rice dumpling, which was sent to Robert.

He tore out his throat and shouted a few times, but his soldiers were all scrambling for barbecue and beer, and the crowd was so crowded that his howls were drowned out by the shouts of the soldiers as they fought for food.