Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Identity document?"

"Yes, sir."

Without hesitation, the blond-haired middle-aged mercenary handed over his identification with a forced smile.

He seemed to be a seasoned veteran of the underworld, and naturally, he wouldn't dare offend these secret agents from the Ministry of Internal Affairs when he was away from home and unfamiliar with the place.

After the head of the secret service team took the document, he briefly checked the other person's identification and found nothing wrong. He could only return it, then gave the other person a deep look before turning around and beckoning his men to leave.

"Let's go, retreat!"

The Ministry of Internal Affairs' spies arrived quickly and left just as fast, disappearing without a trace in the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

No one knows where they came from or how they disappeared. After all, no one dares to follow this group of evil spirits. But the drunkard who just got drunk and started spreading rumors is definitely not going to get out.

Everyone in the tavern felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had escaped a major disaster. They were glad they hadn't said anything, otherwise, another person might have been taken away.

Then someone turned to look at the middle-aged mercenary who had just been questioned and was sitting in the corner, and raised his glass.

"Brother, you were incredibly lucky. If those guys had discovered anything wrong with you, I'm afraid..."

The patrons at the next table raised their glasses, and the blond middle-aged man shook his head in relief, raised his glass to clink with the others, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Yes, it scared me too."

"What's your name? Let's be friends. I might have a job for you in a while, and I need a quick and clever person. I think you'd be perfect for the job."

“James, my name is James Stone. My mother was a prostitute, and my father is some bastard.”

"Wow, you actually share the same name as the infamous Kingslayer?"

"There are many people in the world named James, and the Kingslayer may already be dead in some corner."

"And even if he were still alive, why would he dare to return to King's Landing if he didn't hide in the gutter?"

"Isn't he afraid of dying?"

The middle-aged mercenary, with blond hair and a beard interspersed with some gray, and a hooked nose, shook his head and said with a smile.

...

That night, Cersei requested an audience with Viserys, hoping to see her father.

After all, tomorrow is the day of Tywin Lannister's trial. Cersei had tried countless ways to save her father, but to no avail. She didn't even have the right to wear the black robes.

She is no longer the high and mighty queen, but merely a 'canary' outwardly glamorous but in reality imprisoned in the Red Keep, along with her two children, Joffrey and Myrcella, who may never be able to leave this place again.

Therefore, she wanted to see her father one last time tonight and send him off on his final journey.

Coincidentally, Tyrion, who hadn't visited Tywin since he was sent back to King's Landing, also requested to visit him tonight, as this could very well be his father's last night alive.

He also had many questions to ask him.

However, before that, someone arrived at his residence outside the Red Keep and found Tyrion.

Chapter 595 James

"who are you?"

Tyrion lit the lights in the room and then saw a person sitting in a chair.

He was dressed in casual clothes, carrying a long sword, with brilliant golden hair, emerald green eyes, and his handsome face still bearing his usual sharp, razor-sharp smile as he quietly watched him.

Because of his past betrayal by his family, Tyrion's inner personality became somewhat withdrawn.

In front of outsiders, he was still the same witty and intelligent dwarf, but when he returned home, he always preferred to be taciturn and suppress his smile.

Therefore, he cleared out most of the servants in King's Landing, leaving only a few reliable old servants. When he returned home, he would just drink, read books, and pass the time.

Tyrion had just lit the candles in the room when he was startled to see someone sitting at the table so close to him. He immediately reached for the dagger at his waist.

However, when he saw the face of the person sitting in front of him, he froze on the spot. It was such a familiar face, including that familiar smile.

"James?!"

Tyrion's expression hardened, his heart pounding even faster than if he had encountered an assassin. He had just opened his mouth to exclaim in surprise when he realized something was wrong.

He quickly shut his mouth and turned to look out the door. Fortunately, he didn't have many servants, only a few, so it wouldn't be so easy for them to monitor him.

Tyrion quickly leaned against the door and closed it, then looked at the man who was still sitting in the chair, completely unguarded and nonchalant, who was also staring intently at him.

Tyrion looked the newcomer up and down, and he was absolutely certain that he was not mistaken; the person before him was his brother, Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer, who had been missing for a year.

"Jaime! What are you doing back here?!"

Under the candlelight inside the room, the short, impish creature shuffled over on its two short legs, asking with a look of annoyance and confusion.

He hired Bronn and a group of mercenaries to take advantage of the chaos to intercept the Gold Cloaks, rescue Jaime, create a false impression, and then send him across the Narrow Sea so that he would never return.

Unfortunately, the plan went wrong. Instead of being captured by the Gold Robes, Jaime fought his way out and escaped alone, disappearing from the face of the earth.

Although he didn't know where his brother had gone, Tyrion was relieved. In any case, Jaime would always have a place to stand with his excellent swordsmanship. Being away from Westeros, far from the emperor's reach, he would always have a way to survive.

He thought he would never see James again, but he never expected to see him in his room today.

"What? You're not welcoming me?"

In contrast to his somewhat panicked younger brother, the older brother, the blond knight, appeared quite composed, his handsome face showing signs of hardship.

He was the 'Jaime Stone' from the tavern during the day. He learned his skills from the Faceless Men, but he only changed his appearance and did not change his name.

Because the name James is so common, there are many names for him, such as James the Stableman, James the Blacksmith, and so on.

Moreover, this name has profound meaning for him.

He endured countless hardships and terrible tribulations that are unimaginable to ordinary people, and finally passed the test. He lost his hands and feet, became paralyzed, and went blind, and eventually joined the Faceless Men organization, becoming a qualified Faceless Men. In the process, most of his original nature was also erased.

But there was one thing he could never forget.

That is, he is Jaime Lannister, the damned 'Kingslayer' whom everyone despises, and his lover Cersei is waiting for him in King's Landing.

Therefore, the name 'Jaime Lannister' is also a tool that allows him to remain clear-headed and understand who he is in the Faceless Men organization, even in such an environment.

"Of course not..."

Tyrion, still looking annoyed, paced back and forth in the room. Hearing his brother's words, he instinctively spoke up, but his tone was slightly too high. He then gritted his teeth, lowered his voice, and spoke again.

"Of course I won't be unwelcome to you, James."

"But you...but you...don't know the situation."

Tyrion paced back and forth in the room, then raised his hand as if to express something, but was momentarily speechless and didn't know how to express himself.

"King's Landing is too dangerous for you."

Then Tyrion looked into Jaime's eyes and spoke seriously.

"Ah."

James shrugged slightly and nodded.

"I know."

"But I have a reason why I have to come."

"why?"

Tyrion's face was full of confusion. Jaime wasn't a fool, he knew that, but he knew King's Landing was dangerous, so why did he still return?

However, James merely shook his head slightly without offering an explanation, and then changed the subject by asking a question.

How have you been lately, Tyrion?

The little devil was unusually silent for a while, then spread his hands after a long pause.

"of course."

"I serve the greatest monarch in history, whose powerful kingdom spans both sides of the Narrow Sea, and whose northern territory, which I have soon reclaimed, will be called an empire."

"We wiped out all the rebels across the land, hanging their heads on the tips of our spears. And, well, a good portion of them were my family..."

Tyrion walked and talked, then went to the sideboard, picked up the jug, poured himself a glass, poured Jaime a glass, and brought it to him. Then, looking Jaime in the eye, he added a sentence.

“My former family.”

James accepted the glass without hesitation, took a small sip, and nodded in understanding.

He understood that Tyrion had betrayed the family; anyone in Tyrion's situation would have betrayed them too. He had also heard the news of the Lannister family's destruction, with the entire family killed. Jaime thought he would be angry, but in reality, his anger was far less intense than his concern for Cersei.

"What about you?"

After Tyrion finished speaking, he looked intently at Jaime and asked, "What I care about most is where Jaime has been and how he has been doing over the past year."

"Fortunately."

But the golden-haired knight merely took a swig of the strong liquor in his glass, coughed violently a few times, and then poured himself another glass, speaking rather succinctly.

A long silence fell over the room.

What do you want to do?

After a long pause, Tyrion finally spoke slowly.

The two brothers hadn't seen each other for over a year, and their conversation was inevitably a bit distant. But Tyrion knew perfectly well that Jaime had come to him, so he decided to just ask him directly.

“Take me to see him.”

"Cersei?"

"No, it is your king."

Chapter 596 Refusal

"You want to see Viserys?"

How could you have such an absurd idea?

Tyrion felt like the world had gone mad. Jaime actually wanted to see Viserys, and not by hiding his identity, but by going to see him openly.

No matter what his reasons were, Viserys could not forgive him, because he was the 'Kingslayer', and the king he killed was Viserys' father, King Aerys.

"How do you think Viserys will punish the murderer who killed his father?"

"Hanging? Beheading? Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts) or burning alive?"