Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 252 The density of the spider web

The vat of ale was empty, the table was in a mess, the candle flame was almost burned out, and the books were soaked with dripping oil. Tyrion was buried under the table, his blond hair was scrawled, and there was a large sticky wet mark on the floor. Is it saliva or wine.

"Get up, Tyrion!"

The heavy voice sounded like drums beating on the battlefield.

Tyrion blinked, not even opening his eyes.

"stand up!"

Bronn kicked him up.

"Okay, okay!" Tyrion was kicked awake immediately. He covered his head. The pain when he was awake was like a blacksmith's thumbtack piercing his skull and bursting.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around.

The familiar yet unfamiliar bedroom, the golden curtains, the soft-looking white velvet quilt, the messy desk, the burned out candles, and of course, the sloppy dwarf in the mirror.

"Do you want..." Tyrion asked.

"I heard it! Sir!" Pod's voice became louder.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Bronn nodded and echoed, "Attis Arryn is helping you."

"I'm putting some water in for you to wash up, sir!"

"Where is Pod, my squire?" Tyrion asked subconsciously, seemingly as he and Bronn had done in their opening remarks many times.

"What?" Tyrion was puzzled. He looked up at Pod, "You don't want to be in such a position where you can be proud and bully?"

Bronn shrugged, "After tonight, I will still be a free mercenary."

Tyrion supported the ground and half sat up. The sudden numbness in his right leg made him sit down again, gritting his teeth.

"I know," Tyrion stood up, helped up the soft chair behind him, and sat on it. "That's my Casterly Rock so that I can leave this hellish place called King's Landing at any time."

Bronn frowned and held his nose in an exaggerated way, at least in Tyrion's eyes.

"Go and wash up quickly. Even a mercenary like me thinks you stink. You're the kind of person who makes you stink."

"Why are you here? Commander of the Golden Robes?" Tyrion leaned back on the legs of the half-upturned soft chair. The smell of dust under the legs almost choked him.

Pod knelt down and said, "Always trust the mercenary's intuition, Tyrion." He seemed to smell Tyrion's smell again, and took a half step back in disgust, "I am not suitable to stay in King's Landing, at least for now. explain."

Before Bronn could answer, Podrick's voice came from next door.

"Your father will remove me sooner or later. If I stay here any longer, my life may be in danger."

Tyrion immediately thought of Tywin. He rubbed his numb right leg vigorously and grinned, "It seems that I, Lord Tywin's good son, have implicated you..."

The squire's voice was louder than any loud voice Tyrion had ever heard, and Tyrion waved his hand in disgust, "Not so loud, Pod!"

Bronn pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, "The army of the Valemen is camped near Rosby City, which is safer than King's Landing."

Bronn looked at Tyrion, who recognized this look. It was Bronn's speculative look as a mercenary.

Tyrion did not deny it. He moved his right leg slightly, and the discomfort of numbness was slightly relieved, "I am honored."

Tyrion looked in the mirror and touched his face habitually. Is this me? He questioned himself mentally.

"You want to find another way out?"

"Attis Arryn, with whom I fought in his youth."

"伱? You and Attis?"

"In Longbow Hall, long ago, Robert Royce recognized me."

Tyrion's eyes widened, "Every time I think I've seen you through, Bronn, unexpected surprises always appear on you."

Bronn blinked, "Don't think you can easily see through a mercenary, especially me."

Bronn knelt down and stood up. "King's Landing is like a fire now. The lions and eagles are all staring at the meat roasting inside." He took a deep breath and looked at Tyrion. "Follow me to the Valemen." Camp, leave King's Landing, otherwise I cannot guarantee that Lord Tywin will not take your life."

"My life is tough."

"Don't forget your mercenary friend and that little squire," Bronn replied in a sarcastic tone.

Tyrion smiled and stood up from the soft chair, "There is something burning in the fire in King's Landing that I haven't found yet."

Bronn frowned and said, "What else do you want? The Prime Minister and the Queen Mother probably regard you as one of Attis Arryn's people."

"So what, they never thought of me as a Lannister," Tyrion shrugged. "I'm a dwarf, Bronn." He walked out of the door, leaving Bronn in the house, and faced Podrick Prepare the hot water basin and go.

The old wolf is not dead, Tyrion thought, which means that the spider is not one of Stannis's.

Spiders can't get out of Blackwater Bay. If you want to play a greater role...

Tyrion lowered his face, took off his clothes, and jumped into the bathtub. The hot steam enveloped him. Only King's Landing, Tyrion thought, and Varys must still be in King's Landing.

The mob attacked Joffrey, the troupe made fun of the "black-haired princess", public opinion about incest arose again, the King's Landing water supply was poisoned, and members of the Alchemist Guild died in the public spring. The seven monks behind the scenes...

Varys didn't report any of this in time. As a Spider of King's Landing, he was too sloppy in those days.

He didn't believe that there was no connection between him and Tyrion. He buried his body in the hot water and enjoyed the pleasure.

What does Varys want to do, why does he want to harm Tommen...

Tyrion's deformed head was immersed in the hot water, and his thoughts gradually became clear.

His father was eager to promote the marriage between the Lion and the Flower, and Grand Maester Pycelle sent letters repeatedly urging Tyrell to come to King's Landing to get married. It is said that Highgarden has already set off, and at least that Garlan Tyrell and Stannis will soon arrive in King's Landing...

Beheading a king and marrying a queen, King's Landing is so lively that it is impossible for the cobwebs in the darkness not to emerge.

Myrcella... Tyrion thought of Myrcella, King Joffrey's first heir.

Tyrion emerges from the water, and the gryphon's conflict is directly exposed after Tommen's death.

And the green fire that burned down the city gate,...

"Bronn!" Tyrion shouted loudly, "Alchemist's Guild, did Prime Minister Tywin ask you to check?"

However, Bronn had already arrived. The captain of the City Guard's command sword was held by Podrick in both hands. The attendant looked at Bronn and Tyrion doubtfully.

"Jaime Lannister, your dear brother and his sworn brothers of the Kingsguard are on the lookout," Bronn said.

"But it's not a bad idea for the Golden Robes to check." Bronn faced the Golden Robes sword held on Podrick's chest.

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King's Landing, Littlefinger's former brothel.

The peeling dust from the ceiling fell on the shoulders of the fat guest. The fat on his neck shook angrily. He reached up with his big hand and pulled off the shawl.

"Don't you know how to repair it? This house may collapse one day!" The guest sniffed and muttered dissatisfiedly.

The prostitute who served him immediately put her face to his, and with her soft words, the customer was fascinated and confused into other rooms.

The red curtain slowly closed, half-hiding the sound of laughter and slapstick behind it. The prostitute was posing, but her eyes were focused on the stone pillars on the second floor.

The hawk-like eyes looked at them, just like the cool breeze in the late evening, making people's backs tingle.

The prostitute couldn't help feeling a little frightened, then lowered her head and approached the guest again.

Evan Aylin dropped his gaze, turned around, walked into the room, and closed the door.

"Where is Rose?" he asked.

"The side of the regicide."

"It was an unexpected surprise, I thought we were going to lose her."

"This northern girl has a tough life."

"People in the north are tough."

Evan Arryn let out a long breath, took off the golden eagle medal from his collar, and placed it on the table. "If Varys and Wildfire can't be found, the Duke will not be able to enter King's Landing for a moment."

"Tywin has already started to check out the Alchemists Guild."

"How was it?" Evan Ayling asked.

"There are no clues at the moment. The red robes of Lannister and some of the Kingsguard like to come here to have fun. I will notify you immediately if there is any news."

"Wildfire cannot be controlled by the Lannister or anyone else. King's Landing may one day be in flames."

The man who was half kneeling on the ground lowered his head, and a dull silence filled the room.

Evan Aylin clenched his right hand into a fist and rubbed it on the stone table to suppress the anxiety in his heart.

Duke Attis told himself not to alert the snake or the little bird left by Varys, but sitting here alone in the brothel did little to pave the way for the future entry of the Canyon Knights.

"Tywin privately asked the Kingsguard and the Lannister Guards to investigate the wildfire matter. He did not discuss it at the Royal Council at all. He obviously did not want Ser Robert to participate..."

There was uneasiness on his face, he pulled out the letter from the bottom of the table, and immediately picked up a pen, wanting to report his guess to Duke Attis far in the north.

Evan knew what the Duke wanted, and Varys's desire to break up the Gripen might overlap with the Duke's future deployment to some extent.

But the spider didn't find a bigger tipping point, and no matter how smart a person is, they can only focus on what's in front of them, but forget many other details.

As for this detail, he needs to be responsible for reminding him.

Evan Aylin smiled softly and dipped his pen and ink on the white paper.

(End of this chapter)