When Sir Elliot Florde found the Duke of Metz, he was drinking.

"What's the matter? Did Caesar promise a replacement? Duke Mace asked drunkenly.

"No, Caesar refused to trade Loras for Caivon. Moreover, the Ma Party army has already marched towards the High Court. ”

Bang –

The wine glass in the Duke of Mace's hand fell to the ground, and the wine was splashed everywhere.

He was stunned all over, not knowing what to do at all, and only after a while did he say:

"So what to do? So what to do? ”

A hint of disdain flashed in Geliot's eyes, but he still stepped forward to hold Duke Metz's arm and whispered:

"My father asked me to take you out of the High Court."

"Can you only run?" Duke Metz wept with a sad face.

"There is no other way, we can't muster enough troops to fight against the Ma Party, and if we don't hurry up, we won't be able to leave again when the army besieges the city."

"Let's go! Then hurry up! "Duke Mace, a spirit, is about to run out.

But Geliot grabbed him and said:

"Your Excellency, you need to change your clothes first. And it's still early, wait for the sun to go down in a while, and then we will walk safely and hidden. ”

"Hidden?" Duke Mace was stunned, "Don't we bring an army?" ”

"With the army, sooner or later we will be overtaken by the army of the Ma Party." Geliot said helplessly, "I can only take a few of my most loyal guards and leave quietly with you." Only in this way can we avoid the pursuit of the horse party. ”

"What about the rest of the Tyrells?"

"The others don't care."

"What about my mother, and what about Ellery?"

"Lady Olenna is the one Caesar swore to kill, and if you take her with you, the Equestrians will never give up, and as for Madame Ellery, she is a Hightower after all, and the Equestrians will not hurt her at most if they send her back to Old Town. So you just run on your own. ”

"I ...... I'll ......," the Duke of Metz struggled for a while, and finally said in despair, "Okay, I'll go with you." ”

Geliot breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take the Duke to change his clothes, when he heard the other man suddenly ask again:

"But where can we run?"

"Go to Qingting Island." Greot's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "Only Lord Redwin can save you." ”

"Good ......"

……

Garth Tyrell, the Grand Master of the High Court, made his way up the spiral staircase to the top floor of the main fort, where he was met by Lady Olenna, who was watching the scenery from the balcony.

"Galliot is back?"

"Yes." Garth came to Lady Olenna and stood still, hesitating to speak.

"Caesar refused, didn't he?"

"He refused, and besides, the army of the Ma Party had already marched towards the High Court."

"Huh!" Lady Olenna sneered, "It seems that Caesar and the Horse Party really hate me to the core." ”

Garth didn't speak.

"I was naïve before, thinking that after handing over Cayvon Lannister, Caesar would be able to let me go." Lady Olenna laughed to herself, "It seems that after this time on Bloodreef Island, that kid has learned his lesson." ”

Garth spoke, "Caesar promised to spare Loras if you were willing to kill yourself, but he had to go to the Wall of Despair to become a Night's Watchman. ”

"What about you? Garth, think I deserve to die, too? ”

Garth didn't speak, but such an attitude was acquiescence.

"Okay, I see. It seems that this is the best option for the Tyrells. Lady Olena's face was calm, and she seemed to have accepted her end.

Yes, what other options did the Tyrells have. Garth was also silent.

The High Court was no longer able to organize an army capable of fighting against the Ma Party, so it was better to surrender early than to let the Ma Party army capture the High Court.

"I've arranged for Metz to be sent out of town." "Caesar won't kill him, but some people in the Horse Party won't. ”

"Yes, Riverbend has no shortage of families who want to replace the Tyrrell." Lady Olenna said coldly, "It's a pity that I've been in business for most of my life, and I still haven't been able to make the Tyrell family truly powerful. ”

Garth sighed: "The Tyrells family is not short of money, food, political allies, but lacks a knight who can dominate the battlefield, Caesar could have played this role, but unfortunately ......"

"No, you're wrong." Lady Olenna interrupted, "Caesar won't be a vassal of Tyrrell, I've understood it from the moment he had the dragon. I never regretted attacking Caesar, only that I didn't do it sooner.

I thought there was still enough time, but I didn't expect Caesar to grow too fast, too fast, just like his dragon, growing too fast, completely unreasonable.

I'm still careless, I should have done it sooner......"

"Perhaps." Garth sighed, "There's no point in arguing about this now. Olenna, this game has been lost, and if you lose, you should pay the price. ”

As he spoke, he took a vial from his bosom and handed it to Lady Olenna.

"What do you have in store for me?" Lady Olenna asked, her tiny eyes glinting with a complex light.

"Sweet Sleeping Flowers." Garth said, "Can make you die in your dreams." ”

"That's kind, Garth." Lady Olenna reached out and took the vial, "Give me the last bit of decency." ”

Garth said with a complicated expression:

"Regardless, you've dedicated most of your life to the Tyrells, and now you've brought them to a low point, but I know you can't blame them all.

The Tyrells family is congenitally deficient, and there are too many rebellious and powerful families in the Riverbend, and the position of the lord of the High Court is already difficult, not to mention that there is such an unreasonable figure as Caesar.

Since we lost this game, we should be honest for a while. Winter is coming, and roses are destined to wither, but it doesn't matter, spring will always come. ”

Madame Olenna rubbed the vial, her dry hands trembling slightly, but her tone was as firm and cold as usual:

"Now that we have decided to survive the winter, we must completely hibernate them. The dishonest Tyrells should be cut off, you know who I'm talking about. ”

"I know." Garth nodded, "I've already arranged it." ”

"And Kayvon." Lady Olenna continued, "Remember to give him to Caesar, or some of the Tyrells will have thoughts that they shouldn't have."

But we must not let him die at the hands of Tyrrell, or there will be no room for peace between us and the Lannisters. ”

Garth nodded in response, "Kaivon has arranged it too." ”

"Good. I can rest assured that you will do things. Lady Olenna said quietly, "When Rose died, I thought about you inheriting the title of Duke of High Court. ”

"You're laughing." Garth shook his head.

"It's true." "I know what kind of virtue my son is, but he is too stupid and weak to take on this heavy responsibility. If you had been made the Duke of High Court, maybe everything would have been different now. ”

"Nope. You are wrong. Garth said in a resolute tone, "If I inherit the High Court, then the nobles of the river bend will make even more trouble. Some things are predestined, and I, destined not to inherit anything. ”

Lady Olenna stared into Garth's eyes for a long time, as if trying to see how sincere he was when he said this.

And Garth looked at him without flinching, frank and fearless.

Finally, Lady Olena smiled and said:

"Gars, so you're the real smart guy."

Garth quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"No, it's because I know I'm not smart that I don't dare to have any thoughts that I shouldn't have."

"That's really smart. As long as you don't join the game, you'll never lose. Lady Olena sighed, and then seemed to finally let go, and uncorked the bottle with a trembling hand.

A rich and sweet flavor spreads.

Lady Olenna didn't hesitate and drank it all.

"Yes, it's pretty sweet." The expression on her face gradually became relieved.

Garth's eyes were slightly red, and he reached out and patted Lady Olenna on the shoulder, and after a moment's pause, he could not find a word of comfort, and finally could only speak the Tyrells clan:

"Forever."

"Forever." Lady Olenna repeated, but a mocking smile curled up at the corners of her mouth, "It's the worst tribal language I've ever heard, and it's not imposing at all!" ”

Garth didn't say anything more, leaned over, and left.

Lady Olenna looked out at the eastern sky, as if she wanted to see her granddaughter Margaery at Storm's End.

"Forever, hehe, it's a pity I'm a Redwin."

Her gaze gradually drifted:

"Margaery, you're the real Tyrrell."

"Endless ......"