Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 257
Sorry, I thought it was a common cold, but it has become more and more serious these two days, and I can't write many words. Please bear with me, and I will make it up as soon as possible in the next few days.Thanks.

Father frowned and said, "From the beginning, I thought Stannis was more dangerous than everyone else combined, but he didn't move. Well, Varys has some information, such as Stannis is building a ship, Stan Ness is recruiting mercenaries, and says Stannis has a Shadowbinder from Asshai, but what does that mean? How much of it is true?" He shrugged angrily. "Kevon, get the map."

Ser Kevan did so at once.Lord Tywin unfolded the leather map and flattened it. "Jaime has left us in a mess. Roose Bolton and his remnants are to our north, and our enemies have the Twins and Moat Cailin; on the other hand, Robb Stark sits to the west, unless there is a war. , we cannot retreat back to Lannisterport and Casterly Rock. Now that Jaime has been captured, his army is no more, and Thoros of Myr and Beric Dondarrion will continue to harass our requisition forces. From a distance, there are House Arryn and Stannis Baratheon occupying Dragonstone in the east, and Highgarden and Storm's End in the south are also ready to go."

Tyrion smiled slyly. "Father, don't worry, at least Rhaegar Targaryen is not back from the dead."

"Tyrion, I hope you can provide some useful advice, not just lip service." said Duke Tywin Lannister.

Ser Kevan frowned at the map, his brow creased again. "Right now, Robb Stark has the support of Edmure Tully and the lords of the Three Rivers. Their total strength exceeds our army, and there is Roose behind us. Bolton... Tywin, if you stay here, I'm afraid you will Hit from three sides."

"I don't intend to stay here. We have to get rid of Lord Stark before Renly marches from Highgarden. I don't worry about Bolton, he's a cautious man, and the Battle of the Green Fork will only make him worse." Be cautious, so his pursuit won't be quick. So... we set out for Harrenhal early in the morning. Kevan, order Ser Adam's scouts to cover our tracks, and give him as many men as he wants, four to one Squad, no more disappearances..."

"Yes, my lord, but...why did you go to Harrenhal? It's an eerie place, and it's said to be cursed."

"Let them say," said Lord Tywin, "that Ser Gregor should be set free to lead the band of butchers in plunder. Let Vargo Holt and his mercenaries and Ser Amory Loach go as well." Send them out with three hundred cavalry each, and tell them: From God's Eye to the Red Fork, I want the land between the rivers to be scorched."

"My lord, please wait and see." Ser Kevan said and got up. "I'll pass the order right away." He bowed and left.

After the father and son were left, Duke Tywin glanced at Tyrion. "Your savages may also like some plundering, you go and tell them: they can go out with Vargo Hutt and plunder as much as they want-whether goods, livestock, or women, take what they like, and take what they don't like." burn."

"Teaching Shagga and Timett how to rob is as redundant as teaching a rooster to crow," Tyrion said, "but I'd rather keep them around." They may be rough and unruly, but they are his men after all, I believe. He would rather trust his own people than his father's.He didn't want to just hand them over to others.

"Then you have to learn how to control them. I don't want to see them looting houses in the city."

"In the city?" Tyrion was confused. "Which city?"

"King's Landing. I will send you into the palace."

It was the last thing Tyrion Lannister expected.He raised his wine glass and thought while drinking, "What are you sending me into the palace for?"

"Steward," said the father abruptly.

Tyrion laughed. "I'm afraid my dear old sister has something to say about that!"

"Whatever she says, someone has to take care of her son before he brings us all down. I think it's all about half-hearted ministers - our friend Petyr, the great Grand Maester , and Lord Varys, who is missing his second. What were they doing while Joffrey did one stupid thing after another? Who the hell came up with the bad idea to bring this Janos Slynt up? For a nobleman? The fellow's father was a butcher, and they gave him Harrenhal, Harrenhal! That's the king's castle! He won't set foot in it as long as I'm alive. I hear he picked a If I were here, I would force him to change it into a bloody kitchen knife." His father didn't raise his voice, but Tyrion could feel his anger in his golden eyes. "They also drove Selmy away. What's the problem? Yes, he's old, but the name 'Barristan the Fearless' alone is very important in the kingdom. Who does he serve? , Whoever will follow suit, the Hound can play this role? Dogs are used to chew bones under the table, not to be used as equals." He pointed a finger at Tyrion's face. "Since Cersei can't control that brat, it's up to you. If those important ministers dare to play double-faced with us..."

Tyrion knew it all too well. "Beheaded," he sighed, "put the spear point in and hang it on the city wall."

"You've finally learned something from me."

"Father, I have learned a lot," said Tyrion quietly.He drank the wine and put the glass aside thoughtfully.On the one hand, he was very happy, so happy that he dared not admit it; on the other hand, he remembered the battle on the upper Green Fork River not long ago, and wondered if he was sent to defend the "left wing" again. "Why me?" he asked, tilting his head. "Why not my uncle? Why not Ser Adam, Ser Fremont, or Lord Saliot? Why not...someone who is bigger?"

Lord Tywin stood up abruptly. "Because you are my son."

Only then did he understand.So you've given him up, he thought, you bloody bastard, you thought James was dead, so all you have left is me.Tyrion wanted to slap him, to spit in his face, to pull out his dagger and take out his heart, to see if it was made of gold, as the people said.In the end, though, he just sat quietly, without saying a word.

Lord Tywin crossed the room, broken wine glasses clattering at his feet. "One last thing," he said as he reached the door, "you are not allowed to bring that whore into the palace."

After his father had gone, Tyrion sat silently in the lobby of the inn for a long time, until at last he climbed the stairs to his comfortable attic room under the clock tower.The room's low ceiling was no hindrance to the dwarf.Looking out of the window, he saw the gallows his father had erected in the yard. When the night wind blew, the body of the proprietress was dangling endlessly on the rope.Her muscles were as thin and battered as the Lannister hopes.

He turned and sat down on the edge of the feather bed, and Shae, murmuring sleepily, rolled over to face him.He reached under the quilt and held her soft, and she opened her eyes. "My lord," she smiled lazily.

As her dick hardened, Tyrion leaned in and kissed her. "Baby, I really want to take you to King's Landing," he whispered.

(End of this chapter)