Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 158 Dreamland

The huge wolf head hung on the human body, opened its bloody mouth, and attacked Attis Arryn.

The whirlwind in the wilderness stirred up wind and sand, obscuring Attis's sight, making it impossible for him to see the figure of the visitor clearly. He could only feel the blurry outline and the sound of blood dripping on the rocks.

Holding the giant sword in his hand, it seemed to be melting. The surface of the transparent sword body was covered with white mist, and sweat stains gathered in the palm of his hand.

Attis retreated to a protruding rock, placed his left hand on the exposed rock, and looked calmly at the approaching wolf head.

The bloody mouth finally approached Attis. The giant sword was inserted into the body of the visitor. Burning heat rose on the surface of the sword. The sword was burning red. The condensed power seemed to be about to be released the moment it was inserted into the body.

Attis collapsed on the wilderness and looked up. The red light was like a trail, and the whole world seemed to turn into incomprehensible absurdity.

He woke up from his dream. The naked Melisandre blinked her beautiful red eyes and looked at Attis quietly, as if she wanted to read something from his expression.

Sweat stains spread all over his body. Attis Aylin took a deep breath, and his whole body was as hot as coals.

Melisandre was not afraid of the hot body temperature, but stretched out her arms to hug Attis, "R'hllor will remind him in his dreams, my true king," she guessed that Attis had a nightmare, and reached out to comfort him. , "Tell me and I'll help you." She kissed Attis's lips.

"Giant sword," the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo held a wooden stick in his hand and pointed at something on the ground. "Wolf head," he shook his head, "the sword is melting." Ma Qiluo took a deep breath and chuckled. Said: "Like ice."

Melisandre looked through the window, and the gloomy atmosphere of Harrenhal pervaded every cracked, dark wall. The dead souls stayed under the cursed fortress, harassing the residents of the castle all the time.

"Is it ice?" The red-robed woman repeated the word with twinkling eyes, looking at the blue sky and shaking her head slightly.

Tyrion stretched, yawned, touched his itchy nose, and looked at the documents piled on the table. The letter of apology from the Grafson family and the corresponding finances were sent staggeringly on the Seagull Town ship. Come here, this is the first time Tyrion has seen such a rich sum of money since Stannis led the Dragonstone fleet south.

Lord Revrey Lake of Duskendale, who was briefly promoted to Chancellor of the Exchequer, unwisely expressed his dissatisfaction with Gulltown and even the Eyrie. He felt that Gulltown should not just pay this month's customs tax. Months of customs taxes not paid due to enemies of the Iron Throne are due.

Tyrion looked at the aggressive Lord River Ray Lake, pitifully expressed his sympathy for the loss of Duskendale, and then decisively dismissed him from his position as finance minister.

"Sad for your castle, old man, you are not suitable to deal with these numbers that require careful calculation. It is too difficult for you," Tyrion Lannister said with a smile in front of Rivery. decisions about his position.

"You shouldn't" the Earl of Duskendale opened his eyes wide, "you shouldn't be so hasty, I and you are just the acting Prime Minister, Lord Tywin"

"My father is fighting bravely for the peace of the kingdom," Tyrion raised the wine glass and smiled slightly, "To peace."

He watched the Earl who lost the castle leave, and asked Pod to move the large number of documents he left behind to the Prime Minister's Tower. It was most safe to handle them alone.

Tyrion recalled his previous actions, and he believed that his decision was always right. The bronze luster of the King's Hand brooch shone more and more in the sun. He took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the door.

"Pod, go to the Council, we have too many things to deal with, phew! ~" Tyrion whistled, patted Pod's chest as he walked past him, and walked towards the Prime Minister's Tower.

The walls of the Red Keep were being repaired, and the painting of the Chancellor's Tower was half completed. Tyrion passed by the masons and refugees he hired to work, and watched them all eating sesame seed cakes and paying him a slight greeting, with a smile on his face. Unable to hide it anymore, the corners of his mouth curved, "I saved them, I saved King's Landing, ha, they really should make a sculpture to worship me."

The meeting hall of the Red Keep was chattering, and national affairs seemed to have been discussed. Pod opened the door, and Tyrion frowned slightly, wondering when the important ministers of the Royal Council were so concerned about national affairs.

Opening the door, I saw a familiar figure and a familiar voice.

Cersei crossed her legs and looked at the approaching Tyrion Lannister with a smile. Tywin sat in the Prime Minister's seat, staring at himself in silence.

Tyrion's pace gradually slowed down, and he looked at Tywin, "You should inform me first so that I can be prepared."

"Father doesn't want to waste any more letters from King's Landing," Cersei looked at Tyrion proudly, her tone full of joy, "King's Landing is so majestic, isn't the frequent ravens and scouts annoying? Father wants to return If King's Landing tells you, you don't know how many letters you have to send to stop it, all the gods know that you are in love with the position of Hand, but it does not belong to you."

Tyrion clenched his fists and shook his head, "No, Cersei," he passed the ministers, approached Tywin, and tried to whisper, "You shouldn't"

"Speak louder, Tyrion," Tywin said solemnly, "These are all loyal subjects of King Joffrey."

Tyrion looked over and saw that the Earl of Duskendale, who had been dismissed by him, was holding a wine glass and looking at him with a smile, his eyes full of mockery.

"You are just the acting Prime Minister." The Earl's words flashed through Tyrion's mind.

Tyrion cleared his throat, "You should work with Attis Arryn to deal with Riverrun. The Vale is our ally, and we must take down the Young Wolf Lord without fail."

"The competition between the eagle and the wolf," Tywin said, without any emotion in his expression, "is nothing compared to protecting King Joffrey and returning to King's Landing to preside over the overall situation of the Seven Kingdoms."

"Joffrey is back?" Tyrion looked at Cersei, "I thought you were at Casterly Rock."

"Jaime is in Casterly Rock," Cersei sipped her wine and smiled, "And the queen mother of a country needs to stay with the king and assist him."

A surge of ecstasy appeared in Tyrion's heart, "Jaime? Jaime is back!"

"Yes." Cersei looked at the joyful Tyrion with a strange look, "He will take charge of the overall situation in Casterly Rock City."

Tyrion took a half step back. It was difficult to suppress the joy in his heart. He picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it in one gulp. "What a family reunion, oh no." He hesitated for a moment, raised the glass, "Here's to you. A stubborn Lannister!"

Tywin looked at him coldly, like a clown watching a show.

Cersei chuckled, her mouth full of sarcasm, "You are getting more and more lovable, little devil."

Tyrion put away the wine glass and forced a smile, "Then Myrcella. Our agreement with Attis is to take her to the Eagle's Nest. Have you brought her?"

"The marriage of Myrcella Baratheon and Attis Arryn should be held in King's Landing. Myrcella is just a child, and Attis is an important minister of the king. He must occupy a seat in the royal council. Unmarried If they don't stay together in King's Landing, where will they stay?" Tywin Lannister replied coldly, seemingly unkindly.

Tyrion looked at his indifferent father, filled with confusion and worry, "But..."

Tywin stretched out his hand and pointed at Tyrion's chest.

"What?" Tyrion looked at his father hesitantly.

"I will discuss this matter with Attis Arryn, and it will be reasonable to say that the game of playing Hand is over," Tywin pointed to the brooch, "You are no longer Acting Hand."

(End of this chapter)