Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 174 Selfishness

Tywin reached out, brought the wine glass, and filled it with wine.

The sound of red wine being poured into the bottom of the glass was very clear, followed closely by Tywin's deep and deep voice.

"Tell me what you want, Tyrion," Tywin's eyes were fixed on the wine as it was gradually filled, not looking at Tyrion, "Although you have been visiting brothels, sleeping with prostitutes, and bringing shame to the family. "

Tyrion lowered his eyes and looked at the table, with a lonely and self-deprecating smile on his lips.

"But you did make suggestions for the family and stabilize the kingdom for the king." Tywin raised his head, looked at Tyrion sideways, and swallowed his wine, "Tell me, what do you want?"

Tyrion pursed his lips tightly, unrealistic thoughts flashed through his mind. His lips were still tight, but the desire in his heart forced him to speak out.

"My birthright, I want it," Tyrion opened his mouth, his lips slightly opened, then closed again, hesitating for a moment, he raised his eyes to look at Tywin, "I was born your son, in Jaime After taking the oath to become the Kingsguard"

A look of anger suddenly appeared on Tywin's eyebrows. He curled his lips in disdain and moved the chair under him.

An impulse surged in Tyrion's heart. He looked at Tywin shaking his head in disdain. He pressed his upper body against the table and handed his body to Tywin. He gritted his teeth and said, "I want Casterly Rock. This is."

"Absolutely impossible!" Tywin stood up abruptly. Tyrion had never seen his father so angry. "I will never hand over Casterly Rock to a half-man or a dwarf!"

Tyrion swallowed all his anger, and the expression on his face was only puzzlement and confusion, "Why? When Jaime becomes the Kingsguard, it means giving up his inheritance rights. You also know, brother, he never agrees. Inherit your Casterly Rock, I am your legal heir!"

Tywin slapped his palms heavily on the table and stared at Tyrion, "You are a disgrace to the family. Never, never mention this to me. A dwarf who killed his mother is not worthy of mentioning Casterly Rock in front of me." !”

After saying this, the imperial meeting room fell silent for an instant.

Tyrion sat back on the bench, "This is what you have always thought about." He grinned his lips, seeming to try his best to hold up the corners of his mouth, and smiled with all his strength, "You never regarded me as your son."

"I regard you as my son, a son who has lived with shame all his life! Tyrion, if you hadn't carried the Lannister surname, I would have chosen to throw you into the sea of ​​Casterly Rock the moment you were born. Let the wind and waves sweep you away!" Tywin said firmly, "Just be grateful to the Seven Gods for giving you birth into the Lannister family, and live in the world as the shame of Lannister!"

Tyrion sat there blankly. No matter how loud Tywin's words were, he could not reach his ears, as if his ears were blocked by something.

The corners of his eyes were a little moist, and tears were rolling in his eyes.

Tyrion quickly calmed down and silently pulled the dwarf's body out from under the table. He gently pushed the bench in, adjusted its position, turned and walked towards the door.

"Get ready, father," Tyrion took long strides and looked straight ahead, "I really have to think about what I want for a while, and the answer will satisfy you."

Tyrion was lying on the bed in the cabin, frowning, staring blankly at the upper board of the cabin, carefully counting the cracks on it.

The hull gradually became stable, and the sound of water waves hitting the cabin gradually became smaller.

Tyrion guessed that they were almost ashore.

Sure enough, Pod's voice came from above, "Lord Tyrion, we have arrived at the port."

Tyrion rubbed his eyes, regained his composure, and got up from the bed, "I'll be out right away, Pod."

He responded, pushed the boots up his calves with both arms, shook his trouser legs, and walked out of the cabin.

The noisy sound came from the other side when he walked out of the hatch. Tyrion squinted and looked into the distance. Saltfield Town seemed to have not experienced the baptism of war. The flag of the Cox family could still be seen in the distance. Deep in the towering castle.

But this is not important. Tyrion suspects that the farmland and territory around Saltworks Town may not belong to Sir Cox, but are divided up by the Knights of the Canyon who came from the expedition.

The ship quickly docked. Tyrion took a long breath, took out a bag of money, and shook it slightly in front of the captain. The sound of gold dragons or silver deer colliding attracted many sailors and fishermen on the shore.

The captain looked at Tyrion with some resentment in his eyes. Tyrion hurriedly threw the money bag to the captain and quickly got off the ship.

The four red-robed Lannister guards who followed Tyrion also disembarked immediately, looking at the bustling crowd around them with caution.

The dwarf's stature would automatically become the focus of everyone's attention wherever he goes. Tyrion looked at the passers-by who lowered their heads and looked at him in surprise. He slightly bent his right leg, bowed his waist, put his right hand on his chest, and raised his left arm slightly. Open it to show court etiquette to passers-by.

"Please accept a bow from Tyrion Lannister from King's Landing." Tyrion saw the pedestrians looking at him in confusion, then moved his body slightly in the direction he was facing, and bowed again, "Two bows."

This move was indeed effective, and most pedestrians hurried past Tyrion without stopping to look at him.

Pod stood silently behind Tyrion. He didn't know when he started. As long as he knew that there was this sturdy attendant following closely behind him, Tyrion's mood would be much calmer.

"It's time to train you, Pod," Tyrion said to the squire behind him. "We need six horses, plus the red robes and you and me." He took out his money bag again and placed it in Pod's palm. " Be smart, don’t be fooled by the horse dealers, go quickly, we have to hurry.”

They could have rushed from King's Landing to Harrenhal, but the Grand Maester insisted that the sea breezes of Blackwater Bay and the Narrow Sea were suitable for travel by ship, which was twice as fast as by land.

Tyrion felt regretful after a few days on the ship. The turbulence of the ship made him wonder how Pycelle passed the examination of the city and completed the chain.

Tyrion turned his head. There were obviously many times more ships in Saltfields Town than when he had visited before. The masts of the ships were densely packed, and the sails that were about to be taken away or being raised even covered his sight, allowing Tyrion to see He couldn't see the sea behind him. Fishermen went out to fish, and merchant ships came and docked from the sea. He couldn't help but wonder if he had arrived in King's Landing.

"Is the port in Saltworks Town bigger than before? I remember it was burned down by the army from the Riverlands." Tyrion said to himself, leaving two red robes to wait for the horse-buying wave. De, followed a group of sailors who had just returned from the sea, and found a tavern in the most conspicuous real estate in the town. Obviously, the laughing people inside and the old dove inviting guests in front of the window proved that this was not the case. Just a tavern.

Tyrion smiled slightly and clasped his hands behind his back, "I think that stupid Pod will be looking for the horse dealer for a long time, so why not have a good time first." Tyrion strode into the brothel, and the red robe behind him only hesitated slightly. , followed immediately.

Melisandre looked at Robb Stark staring blankly at the wall, with no compassion in her eyes.

"Why would Attis Arryn want my blood?" Robb frowned and asked in confusion.

The leeches stuck to Robb's exposed chest, and his whole body gradually became engorged with blood, revealing blood-red threads that grew from thin to thick until they were covered in red.

Melisandre picked the leech and put it in the basket without answering his question.

"This castle is very eerie," Robb opened his eyes wide. "When I close my eyes, it feels like a ghost is whispering in my ears."

The dungeons of Harrenhal were larger than any castle, and he doubted they could contain all the sinners of the Seven Kingdoms. "You are right," Melisandre said with her red eyes twinkling, "This is a castle full of ghosts and ghosts. It is cursed, and neither the living nor the dead are spared."

"My mother, and Arya," Robb said hesitantly, "and Jeyne."

"I have no right to interfere with these matters." Melisandre put the leech on Robb's exposed skin again, waiting for the surface of the leech to turn deep red. "Forget these earthly disputes, King of the North, you should have Sleeping beneath the deep soil.”

She picked off the last leech, gently touched Robb Stark's pale face, shook her head slightly, stood up, and prepared to leave.

"When will I die?" Robb whispered.

Melisandre stood still on the spot, turning to look at Robb, with an imperceptible curve at the corner of her mouth.

"When the value of your life reaches its extreme, poor king, poor boy." Melisandre walked out of the prison door, and the sound of the knocking of the chains reached Robb's ears, and he looked in front of him in despair again. The dark and cracked walls, messy beard and dirty face still couldn't cover up the immature boyish temperament. Robb sang softly, saying that winter was coming.

The melody of the song came from the minstrels on the Wall, and the words were composed by Robb in prison based on the instinct of his mind.

If any of Bran, Rickon, Arya, Sansa, and Jon Snow hear Robb's whisper, they will find that these words come from the daily teachings of their father Eddard.

"On a snowy day, a cold wind blows. A lone wolf dies, but a pack wolf lives."

The Vale soldiers guarding Robb were beating the rhythm in their hearts. He did not stop the prisoner from singing. It was just a soothing pastime in the boring work.

The flames danced in the furnace, and Melisandre dropped the leeches in the basket one by one.

Jumping flames flickered in Melisandre's eyes. The Hundred Furnaces Hall, which could accommodate the next army, was empty. It was enveloped in darkness, as if ghosts were surrounding it.

The only sound was the sizzling sound of the fire. Melisandre stared closely at the struggling leech in the stove and muttered something.

"The night is dark and dangerous everywhere," Melisandre surrounded the stove, her eyes still on the burning leeches, without shifting for a moment, "The day is bright and prosperous."

The sound of footsteps and the sound of the fire were accompanied by the sound of the fire. A corner of the window of the Hundred Furnace Hall was opened, and the trail of the red comet was visible. Melisandre circled the furnace once, raised her head, and looked at the red comet.

"The blood of ice, the magic of fire" Melisandre threw in the last leech, "singing it into a song, singing about tomorrow"

Attis stood outside the closed door of Hundred Furnace Hall. He could not hear a sound. Only the black bat carved on the door could attract his interest.

The woman in red robe always makes a lot of noise during the ceremony, and it's hard to hear exactly what she is saying every time.

But she was confident that she could eliminate the curse of Harrenhal, and she knew the power of the Red God clearly, so Attis let him try for the time being.

At least the king's blood was not obtained by directly piercing Robb Stark's chest with ice as in the dream.

Attis turned his head and looked aside. Magiro, who came out of the valley with Melisandre, never put on a red robe in front of the valley princes. He always consciously wrapped himself in a blue robe, and even had the Crescent Hunter embroidered on it. The emblem of the Arryn family of Eagle is as if he is afraid that others will know that he is a red-robed monk.

If Melisandre puts aside the rules of the Red God and learns to be like Magiro, then he need not worry about the reaction of the nobles of the valley.

But at this time, Ma Qiluo put on the red robe in a decent manner. Although he did not participate in the ceremony of the red-robed woman, he at least knew that the Red God would focus his attention here, and the superficial work still needed to be done.

The red-robed monk noticed Attis looking at him. He raised his head, took off the red robe from his head, and smiled slightly.

"Lord Arryn," Unguy called softly, and he tiptoed to Attis's side, "Tyrion Lannister is almost here."

Attis nodded, and he handed over the task of completing the ceremony with the red-robed woman to Magiro, then turned and walked towards the city gate.

Tyrion struggled to control the thin horse under his crotch. He looked helplessly at Pod, who was riding a donkey beside him.

"A bag of money," Tyrion emphasized, "is exchanged for two old horses and four skinny donkeys. Things are really unpredictable!"

Pod pursed his lips, "Sorry, sir, my horse dealer, he didn't." This simple servant had all his guilt and worry written on his face, which was why Tyrion trusted him with his back.

Tyrion slowed down his pace and did not respond to Pod's words. He looked up at the majestic castle in the distance. Every time he glimpsed this scene from a distance, he had no choice but to maintain silent respect.

Across the lake from the waxy God's Eye, five twisted black fingers stretch toward the sky. The weird and deformed stones are like broken and damaged fingers. The menace of the dragon's flames and the horror of the curse seem to be reflected in this castle.

Tyrion looked at the crescent falcon flag flying over Harrenhal and took a deep breath.

He carries his father's mission and his own demands.

What Lord Tywin couldn't give him, perhaps Attis Arryn could.

Tyrion thought of Attis Arryn's appearance and wondered if he had changed. However, the raven and the scouts had informed the Seven Kingdoms of the young Duke Arryn's deeds. Even his father could only remain in the lord. Under the spread feathers of the eagle's wings, he tried to make a profit by using tricks that only hyenas can do.

The little devil shook his head. He did not believe that Lord Tywin could realize these illusory ideas. Even if the Tyrell family chose to support the Lannister, it would still be an external force after all. Moreover, they were still threatened by Dorne, so they did not dare to approach with heavy troops. King's Landing or the Riverlands.

The Lannister himself can only slowly regain his strength and strength while Attis Arryn is dealing with trivial matters in the riverlands, so that he can have the real capital to fight and use some tricks.

You can't stay in King's Landing for too long, otherwise your thinking will deteriorate. You will get used to playing the game of power but forget the essence of power. This is extremely dangerous.

The city gate of Harrenhal opened with a bang, and Tyrion walked in silently. The howling of the skinny donkey almost made the Vale soldiers guarding the city burst into laughter.

Pod blushed with embarrassment, but the Lannister's red robe did not have this emotion. He looked at the valley soldiers guarding Harrenhal with fear, and looked up uneasily. The cursed city and the knights of the valley, both of which made them feel worried. A lot of fear.

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