Chapter 115: Game of War

"Summer red wine from Dorne." The servant poured the wine into the cup. This was a wine cup made in Myr, with exquisite texture and smooth texture.

Garland Tyrell is very familiar with this cup. Father Mace carries it with him everywhere, and the rose pattern on it is so conspicuous. So what does he mean? Insulting him with a wine glass?

"Good wine should be paired with high-quality glass cups, you are right, Sir." Cole took the wine bottle and poured himself some wine. Instead, he used an ordinary copper-plated wide cup. "This wine glass is the property of my respected father, and I should return it to its original owner."

Garland took a sip from the wine glass that his father cherished very much. The wine was not that good, and it was far inferior to the red grapes produced on Qingting Island. In the vaults of Highgarden, there was also a golden wine from the Arbor, the color and taste of which were far superior to any wine he had ever tasted. A barrel of this wine can be sold for dozens of gold dragons.

"There are several types of wine. There are many vineyards in the Manor in Highgarden. I once took Leonie to pick them. She is my wife and comes from the Fossoway family. The steward there told "I think the weather affects the quality of the grapes, and only the plumpest grapes can produce the best wine." He took a bite of garlic sausage.

"Winter is not a good time to grow grapes." Cole put down the wine glass.

Garland nodded. “Wine sells for more money in the winter.”

"The Reach is the richest place in the Seven Kingdoms. As the lord of Highgarden, how much ransom would the Tyrell family be willing to pay for their master and young master?" He grabbed a handful of salt from the salt dish and sprinkled it on it. On the beef, use a knife and fork to cut a piece of meat of suitable size, sprinkle a little pepper on the meat, and slice the onion with the fork. "I remember you said that you came as a messenger."

"Three thousand golden dragons." Garland directly gave the quotation.

"Ten knights for one duke?" Cole waved his knife and fork. "The king's reward for holding a tournament is tens of thousands of golden dragons."

"What about you, Sir? I remember that you seem to be the Earl of Liangshui City now." He continued to ask.

"One thousand." This was the price Garland set for himself.

Cole handed him a plate of apple pie, "Try the pastry. We are not negotiating now, it is just a conversation between friends. We should be friends, Sir."

Garland silently took the pastry from the apple pie, friend? Don't be ridiculous, they met on the battlefield.

"Renly and Stannis are brothers. Your sister is Renly's queen, and I am the husband-in-law of Princess Shireen Baratheon. Logically speaking, we should be relatives," Cole said.

"Brothers?" Garland said with a sarcastic look on his face. How could there be brothers who meet each other with swords? "My sister is about to marry His Majesty Joffrey. We probably won't be related anymore, Lord Julius."

"Isn't Joffrey also from the Baratheon family?"

But he saw Garland's face was cold, "I hope I won't anger you by saying this, Sir. I don't agree with your father-in-law's approach of taking advantage of his nephew's youth to raise an army to fight for the throne. He has no honor at all."

Cole just smiled and said, "You are scolding Lord Renly as well."

Pass the wine to the servant and ask him to pour it for Garland. "War is not a game of honor, my sergeant. If everyone fought for honor, it would be a Targaryen sitting on the Iron Throne now."

"Game? Do you think so?" Garland handed over the wine glass, and the servant poured the wine into the glass.

"It can also be a bet. Each family has its own chips, and all you have to do is put this chip up, but sometimes it doesn't mean whoever has the bigger chips wins." He chuckled. "A crude metaphor, please forgive me, I haven't read many books."

"A very clear explanation." Garland nodded in praise. "So what do you mean? Sir. I believe you are definitely not trying to preach to me."

"Do you think it's easier to get along with lions or deer? Jazz." Cole asked him.

"Lions are dangerous, but Stannis is not a deer. He is a ball of fire, and fire is the enemy of roses." Garlan said bluntly.

Cole clapped his hands, "So it seems that we must be enemies?"

"It seems so at the moment."

"I have heard your nickname - 'Brave Garland'. You do have a lot of backbone, ser. But for the time being, you will have to stay in the dungeon for a while."

"Sir." At this time, Gilbert came over and whispered something in Cole's ear.

He stood up suddenly, gestured and said, "Excuse me, I'll be with you for a while."

Cole followed Galbert to the back cabinet, and he took out a letter and handed it to Cole.

"My lord, this is a letter from the Prime Minister from Dragonstone." He said to Cole.

Looking at the sealing wax above, Cole knew that it was either the King or the Onion Knight.

Davos is illiterate, so this letter must have been written by someone else.

He read sentence by sentence, and suddenly his eyebrows relaxed.

Gilbert didn't read the letter, but when Cole handed it to him, he unfolded the letter and read it.

"Ironmen attacked Qingting Island?" Gilbert shouted in shock.

"Gods, why are they doing this?" The knight seemed unable to understand what the ironborn were doing. "Has your majesty already won the loyalty of the ironborn?"

"It wasn't written in the letter, but I think it's unlikely." Cole shook his head. He knew the virtues of the Ironborn. If he wanted the bandits to surrender, he could only beat them with his fists.

"This is undoubtedly good news for us, sir." Gilbert was a little excited.

"It's not bad news. The fleet of the Arbor was destroyed, and the sea became the territory of the Ironmen. They are a group of robbers, and they don't care who we are."

The only one left of the three most powerful fleets in Westeros is the Ironmen's Iron Fleet, which is a group of greedy guys. With Stannis's character, he will never cooperate with this group of Ironmen.

If the Iron Fleet turns to Lannister, it will still be their enemy.

But now at least there is no need to worry about the fleet besieging. With the remaining ships on Dragonstone, there is not much combat power at all.

Without the Arbor Fleet, the Lion and Rose of King's Landing can only stare at each other across the Blackwater Bay.

He should have thought of the Ironmen earlier, who are also a group of restless masters. I don't know if the king of the Iron Islands is Balon Greyjoy or Crow's Eye Euron. Both of them are crazy, one wants to restore the ancient road, and the other is even crazier. Cole thinks Euron's eyes may be on the whole of Westeros.

The dragon horn "Dragonbinder", a magical item used by the Valyrian dragonlords to control dragons.

Cole knew that this item was in Euron's hands at this time, along with a set of Valyrian armor.