Amidst the struggle, one of the controlled knights attempted to break free and rush to the bell tower to sound the alarm.
"Thump!" Gendry no longer paid attention to Nestor. Nestor's essence was merely that of a pampered bureaucrat, not a knight. Gendry's figure appeared before that knight. He didn't use his blade; his simple iron fists struck the knight heavily, one punch to the face, one to the abdomen. The blue robes knight could only feel a storm of steel, then a pain, his abdomen churning. The knight knelt on the ground, utterly helpless, snot and tears streaming down his face.
"I don't want to kill anyone. I came for Lysa, for Lord Jon's honor. I'm just a guest," Gendry said indifferently. Ser Donnel stepped forward and restrained the wavering man.
"He's not my man; he's a Free Knight from the Fingers Peninsula," Nestor said in a low voice after a moment of hesitation. Thus, this unruly element was brought under control.
"Lord Nestor, we are not here to visit you as guests, but to meet your mistress, Lysa. Lady Lysa originally only wanted to see Ser Brynden, but now there are a few more of us. I imagine the white castle up high should still have room," Yohn said. "But before that, you should show your stance."
"Everyone put away your weapons," Nestor said, and all the blue robes knights put away their weapons. "stormbreaker, what a stormbreaker. You eight men dare to come to my Gate of the Moon. You truly don't take us seriously."
"Is what you're saying true?" Nestor looked at everyone.
Bronze Yohn nodded, "It's highly probable. If we keep Maester Colemon under watch, the maester will surely spill everything, as he was with Lord Arryn in King's Landing almost until the very end."
Nestor's face was filled with sorrow. "If that's truly the case, my poor old Lord Jon truly cannot be resurrected."
Brynden looked at Nestor. "Lysa, Lysa has been disowned by House Tully."
Baron Nestor's figure seemed to shrink a few inches. "My Lords, I will tentatively believe you, but, but I cannot kneel to you now. Why don't we ascend to the heights together? I want to see everything clearly with my own eyes. In the meantime, not a single bird will fly out."
"How will Lady Lysa be dealt with? I must trust the will of the gods. But what about young Robert?" Nestor asked.
"Beneath the Giant's Lance, we will not break our word. Lord Arryn's Child will be treated well," Gendry said, sheathing his arakh.
The Blackfish also nodded, "If our suspicions are correct, the young lord should also have been poisoned."
"Elbert, you wait down here for me. I will go up with the Lords," Nestor instructed his son. "Lady Lysa calls me a stone, and my son a bumpkin, but she should understand that we, these stones, were born for Lord Arryn."
"Jon, you and young Lord Elbert stay here," the Blackfish commanded. They would also bring in appropriate troops, with Jon in charge.
"You are indeed a loyal subject, Lord Nestor, but alas, you have met the wrong people at the wrong time," Gendry said. Although Nestor was somewhat clumsy, he at least maintained his last bit of loyalty to Arryn. However, greed is common to humans; who isn't greedy? His desire to acquire The Gate of the Moon was certainly a symbol of greed. The blame lay with Lysa Arryn's misguided actions.
"Whoever can avenge Lord Arryn, I will pledge my loyalty to them," Nestor said with dignity, secretly pleased that Gendry had recognized his value.
Even if he remained neutral now, if Lysa were truly overthrown, his loyalty would be even more evident, earning the young stag king's reward.
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