iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 618 Traitor
Famous general?!
The Duke of Highgarden blushed and laughed heartily: "Come, for the health of the king and queen."

Amidst the laughter, the inflatable fish and the dwarf's eyes accidentally met.

Tyrion smiled, he instantly understood the man's gaze.

He moved his short legs to the middle and shouted, "Everyone, everyone, everyone!"

Attracting everyone again, he picked up the wine glass handed by the waiter and raised his voice: "Everyone, the traitor Stannis once defeated Renly's 100,000 troops with despicable means and almost broke through King's Landing."

As he spoke, he raised his glass in the direction of the main seat: "At that time, if our Prime Minister had not led the army to arrive in time, King's Landing would have already become the seven layers of hell on earth!"

He slowly turned to the crowd and said, "Our Lord Hand defeated Stannis's 80,000-man army that besieged King's Landing..."

Holding the wine glass, Tyrion bowed to the Duke of Inflatable Fish: "...I was fortunate enough to witness that battle with my own eyes. Thank you for saving half a million people in King's Landing, including me!"

As Prime Minister Mace laughed, everyone cheered in unison: "Mace! Mace! Mace!"

Secretly glancing at Prime Minister Mace, whose lips curled up, Tyrion waved his arms and shouted, "Famous general!"

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then they all echoed in unison: "Famous general! Famous general! Famous general!"

……

Prime Minister Mace laughed so hard that his throat hurt a little, and he suppressed his laughter by taking a big gulp of golden wine.

Looking at Tyrion, he squinted his eyes and stroked his beard. He had never paid much attention to him before, but he didn't expect that this dwarf was quite good and knew a little about the art of war...

He felt that Tyrion's words were not exaggerated. Everyone thought that it was the old lion who defeated Stannis at the gates of King's Landing, but the army he brought was the main force to win the victory.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the real truth. It was the despicable old lion who stole the military merit that belonged to him.

Although this dwarf is of the old lion's blood, he is still quite honest.

He was quite smart and was not deceived.

What a pity it's Lannister...

……

"Haha! The war more than ten years ago..."

Tyrion felt like a jester at this moment. He stopped laughing and joked to everyone, "Do you know? Stannis was forced by our Prime Minister to eat rats to avoid starvation!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere of the banquet became more and more lively.

Observing below, Prime Minister Metz stroked his beard with satisfaction and pride. After tonight... perhaps his fame as a famous general would become known throughout the seven countries.

Then, he looked at Tyrion who was promoting himself so hard, and the kind-hearted King's Hand couldn't help but sigh...

Alas, although he is of Lannister blood, he is a smart but pitiful young man...

Moreover, he was already wearing black clothes.

He signaled to the waiter to cut a piece of roasted yak neck and gave it to Tyrion to enjoy.

then.

The next morning, Prime Minister Mace appointed Tyrion as a temporary banquet master.

After the messenger left, Tyrion came back to his senses and couldn't help scratching his hair.

Ser Jaime and Ser Bronn, who were sitting next to them, looked at each other, and finally they both couldn't help laughing out loud.

Tyrion was like a poor man abandoned by his lover. He leaned weakly on the armrest of the chair. Ser Bronn pursed his lips, but his mouth still couldn't help but grin: "Congratulations, Master Tyrion, no, Steward Tyrion."

Sir James smiled, which was rare, and comforted him insincerely: "It is actually quite suitable for you. If we hadn't established trust, we would not have given you such an important task."

Ser Bronn nodded with a smile. "It seems that the lord likes your tongue very much. Congratulations again."

Tyrion glanced at them and said, "Thank you. I will definitely serve you well at the next banquet." After that, he climbed down from the chair.

Seeing that he seemed to be about to leave, Ser Bronn also stood up and asked casually, "My lord, where are you going?"

Tyrion simply arranged his clothes and grinned at Bronn. "Of course, I'm going to serve the new general of the Seven Kingdoms. It's almost lunchtime."

in the afternoon.

The Duke of Highgarden held a battle meeting on Stannis in the temporary Prime Minister's study, which had been luxuriously decorated.

Everyone gathered around a long table, on which was spread a detailed map of the area near the Wall.

Crash---

Tyrion, dressed in his steward's garb, stood on tiptoe and filled Hand Mace's glass with wine.

"Everyone, tell me your suggestions."

After taking a sip of summer red, Prime Minister Mace raised his chin majestically. Before going to bed last night... he had already thought of a perfect battle plan. This moment was just a chance for everyone to show off, and also to demonstrate his vision as a famous general of the Seven Kingdoms.

In fact, he was unconsciously influenced by Green in this way.

Whether it was a meeting about government affairs or war, Green would always listen patiently to what others said.

The gaze that seemed to control everything was full of oppression. After listening to Margaret's advice, he also tried Green's method. The result was naturally good, and his majesty seemed to have increased a lot.

After a pause, a knight from the Redwyne family spoke first: "My lord, Stannis's wildling army is vulnerable. As long as our cavalry charges, they will be wiped out. I suggest that we rush to Castle Black as soon as possible and wipe them out completely!"

Prime Minister Metz remained silent, paused for a moment, and motioned for another person to speak.

"Prime Minister, my suggestion is that we must wait until the follow-up food and fodder arrive at Eastwatch. The food we brought can only last for a month at most..."

Hearing this, the knight from Highland City standing beside him interrupted angrily, "Doing this is equivalent to giving Stannis time to catch his breath. We should quickly break through Castle Black before he has time to react!"

"Don't underestimate the fortifications of Castle Black. I heard they have been repairing it for several months..."

"Yes, we still need to build siege weapons..."

"Should we contact the Night's Watch..."

"It is said that they surrendered..."

……

Prime Minister Mace raised his hand to calm the crowd as they argued. When they quieted down, he set his sights on Sir James, who was sitting in the corner like a sculpture.

"Night Watchman Jaime, do you have any suggestions?"

All eyes turned to him. Ser Jaime paused before responding, "Lord Tyrell, Stannis's army is not only a wildling army, but also has elite cavalry led by Florent. There are about two thousand people, at least half of whom are heavy cavalry."

Then, he glanced at the people present and said, "Everyone, the Night's Watch has not surrendered to Stannis. Please believe in the honor of the Night's Watch for thousands of years."

When he finished speaking, some people ignored him, some sneered, and some nodded in agreement.

Tyrion, holding a wine jug, quietly approached the main seat and whispered to Prime Minister Mace, "My lord, perhaps we can contact Lord Stark. It is said that he is now leading all the northern lords and knights to garrison in the Last Hearth of the Umber family."

[The Last Hearth is located northeast of the Long Lake, west of the Bay of Seals, and east of the Kingsroad. It is the castle of the Great Jon family. It is rumored that it still retains the lord's right to the first night. ]

Seeing that Prime Minister Mace was hesitant, Tyrion added: "To the Starks and the North, Stannis is an invader. They will certainly be happy to follow your arrangements."

"This..." Prime Minister Metz twirled the tip of his beard, still looking a little hesitant.

Tyrion's eyes rolled slightly, and he guessed the reason at once. He smiled like a treacherous minister, "Lord Stark can only be grateful to you. You came here to save the North. The Northern Army has been defeated several times, and this is something everyone knows..."

Looking at the smiling Tyrion, Prime Minister Mace's eyes suddenly lit up.

(End of this chapter)