Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 225

"Rosby City is a good place." Tyrion raised his head slightly and looked at Tommen, who was sobbing softly with a twisted face. He stood up on tiptoes and kissed his forehead. "Earl Gales is wise, capable and strong." The count's sick appearance appeared in his mind, and he couldn't make it up.

Tommen lowered his head, "Is it true? I heard that the people in Rosby City were cursed by cowards." His childish and innocent eyes made Tyrion almost laugh.

The prince's uncle shook his head, "Believe me, he will definitely amaze you. There are relics where the dragon breathed fire. Don't you want to see it?"

"Really!" There were still tears in Tommen's eyes, but the sadness had been replaced by hope.

Of course it's not true, Tyrion thought. The dragon Meraxes only left a few roars in the village made of sticks and mud before the Rosby family surrendered.

"Of course it's true. I believe your uncle is right," Tyrion stepped forward and patted Tommen on the shoulder, nodding to Ser Boros Braun behind him. The latter's fat body made people very uncomfortable. It is hard to believe that he is one of the most glorious knights in the Seven Kingdoms. "Sir Boros, I leave the prince to you."

Sir Boros always looked down on dwarves, so he just snorted slightly and ignored him.

The motorcade set off soon. Although Tommen looked back at him with tears in his face, which was pitiful, Tyrion didn't care about it. He used Podrick's generous back to ride on his own special war horse and turned around. Return to King's Landing.

"As the heir to an irascible king, this prince's performance makes one wonder whether he was born from the same mother." Bronn tilted his face, recalling Tommen's performance.

"The battle where Stannis defeated Renly?" Bronn didn't sound ignorant, which was not unusual. The basic quality of a mercenary was to know where the war was going on.

"Laojiu? Little devil? Church? Sorry, I can only think of these."

"Before Jaime comes back, I want to give him a clean King's Landing." Tyrion thought of the night of the riots in King's Landing, and wrinkles piled up on his brows.

The smell also appeared on Varys and Bugs, and many times Sansa recalled her previous encounters with them.

The pungent smell is underground, and the lady knows it very well.

"Who is running Littlefinger's brothel?"

"Your voice is as loud as my nephew who went to the Great Wall to work as a eunuch and had his tongue cut out by the White Walkers. Are you afraid that the captain doesn't know?" His voice seemed even louder.

Bronn nodded slightly as the horse's back swayed, "King's Landing will be as you wish."

The wall of the brothel was not high and she climbed over it easily.

Sansa wanted to find out what was buried deep underground, but the lady seemed to have an instinctive fear that forced her to move.

"Don't talk nonsense," another man in gold robe shouted, his voice was particularly loud in the silent night, "Like the old widow at the entrance of my village, her mouth seemed to be chewing mud, and she spit out stinking feces. Granules, the kind that even my dogs won’t eat!”

The war horse neighed and twisted uneasily. The horse's hooves moved forward hard, as if it was not satisfied with the speed of forward movement.

Bronn narrowed his eyes after hearing this, "I think I'll take back the above sentence first," after teasing, he said solemnly, "It's difficult, there are so many people there, even the spiders can't find the murderer, and I can't start."

The chattering of golden robes was left behind, and the laughter of men and women having sex in King's Landing at night reached their ears. The lady was used to hearing these things.

Tyrion looked around King's Landing. Everything was as usual, but the horse's uneasiness seemed to be transmitted to the bottom of his heart, and his head even felt dizzy.

"The living water cannot be poisonous," Tyrion said categorically. "There must be Stannis's insiders in the city. The impact may not be big, but we still need to be careful."

"Very good," Tyrion looked up at Bronn. The mercenary in front of him had unknowingly become his most trusted confidant. "Have you found out the source of the poisoned public spring water in Flea Bottom?"

"There are some more jars in the cellar," said the man in the old city gate's golden robe, looking down at the city wall. "Maybe it contains fine wine, maybe it's supplies, who knows."

The quarrel in the golden robe had nothing to do with the lady. She was sniffing the ground intently, and the devilish smell entered her nostrils like chaff stained with sparks, making her feel flustered.

"Living water cannot be poisonous," Tyrion's eyebrow lines became deeper than before, "This reminds me."

Tyrion thought of Myrcella and Tommen. Even without Joffrey's comparison, they were both angels, not to mention having a cheap king who could live peacefully in his own perverted world and couldn't extricate himself.

"Synonymous with depravity and lasciviousness, haha!"

The prostitute always spoke some obscene words, and the prostitute's provocative words made Sansa feel faintly blushing in her dream.

There is no tunnel in Littlefinger's brothel. The lady sniffed the ground, but there were no traces of spiders there.

The tunnels in the Red Keep were too complicated, and there were some passages that the Direwolf could do nothing about, either too narrow or with slippery walls. This helplessness forced him to fail his plan to sneak into the Red Keep and kill Joffrey and Cersei.

She bypassed the noisy prostitution gathering and found a quiet place where only a few people gathered.

"Master Shidong asked us to investigate that guild. You know, an alchemist died in a public spring a few days ago."

"Wildfire? Why would the Duke be interested in these things?"

"It's weird to ask questions, but take care of yourself." "King's Landing is full of missionaries and mobs, and Spider hasn't taken any measures. Could it be that he's laying a lead?"

The person who answered paused for a moment, then said, "Perhaps, like us, we are also exploring those sparrows."

No, Sansa thought, spiders and sparrows are not enemies.

Stonedong, the surname of the bastard in the Vale, made Sansa think of her mother and sister who were far away in the Eyrie, and her brother who was trapped in the Cursed City.

"It is said that wildfire can destroy the entire King's Landing," the man with a slightly aged voice said, and his accent was unrecognizable, "a legacy of the Mad King."

Destroy the entire King's Landing? Wouldn't that mean that scum like Joffrey, Cersei, and Meryn Tran would all die?
The little girl's fear did not precede her surprise, and Sansa guessed she even smiled in her dream.

"It's better to let King's Landing be destroyed. Maybe we should leave and return to Seagull Town."

"This is a threat," said the man with a vicissitude of voice. "The cavalry in the canyon may have a chance to station here. There is no reason not to investigate."

"Wouldn't it be better to leave it to the spiders? Let's follow the web."

"The most dangerous move is this. Littlefinger's legacy in King's Landing protects us. Taking the initiative to find spiders is simply courting death."

The lady is not used to staying in the same place for too long, and her previous quietness and meekness have gone forever after experiencing the killings in the Red Keep.

Just like Nymeria and Arya, Sansa thought.

Shalorien's nails rubbed the hammer in his hand, and the waves of the Blackwater Bend did not cause ripples on his face at the same time.

This smelly but still peaceful water was about to be dyed red with blood. Shalorion thought that his fellow Antlers must have the same view as him, and King's Landing guarded by the Blackwater River would sooner or later fall into the hands of the real monarch. inside.

"Secure the chain!" The golden robe on the side looked at him fiercely, and the whip in his hand seemed to be about to fall on his back at any moment.

Just be proud for a while, you only have this last scene left. Shalorien slammed the hammer on the pile hard, making it sink deep into the soil.

"One piling is not enough." The mason beside him reminded.

Sarolion glanced at him. There was no room for manipulation. The dwarf was really good at using people.
He walked to the next piling point.

Tyrion stood on the tower, letting the cold wind blow on his face.

Ser Barristan stood beside him, quietly looking at the river in the middle of the night.

"Stannis's fleet will arrive at any time. The only one who can save King's Landing then is you, Ser Barristan." Tyrion complimented. He was still nervous, but seeing Barristan's strong and straight body My heart even gradually calmed down. Maybe this was the effect the legendary knight had on me. I believe the defenders and people in the city felt the same way.

Barristan didn't say anything, just looked into the distance.

Tyrion swallowed, "You know, King's Landing is facing division. And coincidentally but unfortunately, we are facing invasion at the same time."

"You need me to stabilize the people." Barristan hit the nail on the head.

"Clang!" Tyrion yelled and snapped his fingers, "I can finally get rid of my stupid sister and talk to a smart person."

"I will," Barristan said with deep eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, "Protecting the weak is a knight's code."

"No one in Westeros who abides by chivalry will be on your side." Tyrion complimented again.

Barristan didn't want to talk about this issue, but asked directly, "How do you want to fight?"

"Well," Tyrion looked at Blackwater Bay, "we have no guarantee of victory, so we can only block their path with iron ropes across the river, entangle their ships, and delay time, so that Redwine's fleet can arrive as soon as possible."

Barristan nodded slightly, "Their army won't be many, and a considerable part of it is still blocked by Lord Tywin. We just need to hold on to the city wall."

"It's my honor to agree with you." Tyrion even had the urge to bow to Barristan. This is the charm of the "fearless" Barristan. People are more willing to believe in this contribution than the king. The legendary knight of many songs and stories is also more willing to be loyal to the king to whom he serves.

The harsh and deep ringing of the bells resounded throughout the Red Fort.

Sansa's bedroom was easily pushed open, and the Hound stood in front of the door.

She looked at the looming fire outside the window and made a rough guess.

"Go somewhere safe, girl," the Hound said.

(End of this chapter)