Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

You should know that there is no one in the entire city who is more suitable to be a Grand Bachelor than me.

I am proficient in medicine, divination, astronomy, history...

Did you see the necklace around my neck?There are 24 sections, which means I am proficient in 24 fields of knowledge! "

Pycelle quickly stuck his head out from the iron fence and said excitedly.

The Hand of the King must have realized that the kingdom could not do without this wise bachelor, so he came to the dungeon to ask him to come out.

"Sir, as long as you let me out, I promise to be loyal to you and never have any second thoughts..."

"Snapped!"

The scabbard slapped his face, bringing out a bright red color and interrupting Grand Maester Pycelle's ramblings.

"My lord, you!"

Pycelle covered his bleeding cheek, looked at the impatient Domeric with an innocent face, and finally wisely closed his mouth.

Will bully the elderly!

He cursed silently in his mind.

If I were 20 years younger, I would be willing to fight you in a duel.

"Alright, Maester Pycelle."

Domeric held his forehead and said, "We will discuss this issue later on when to let you out. Next, you'd better keep quiet while I'm talking to Lord Tyrion."

"Y-yes, sir."

Pycelle looked at the "Hand of the King" with a look that could not be said to be in awe. He bowed and then retracted his head from the iron bars.

Domeric turned and walked to Tyrion's side of the cell.

"Lord Tyrion, long time no see." He said calmly.

"It's such an honor that you still remember me, Lord Domeric. I thought you had forgotten me in this corner."

Tyrion quickly climbed onto the fence and squeezed his head out.

His dwarf-like stature is extremely short, his head is ugly and deformed, his forehead is extremely protruding, one eye is black and the other is green, and there is a lush beard on his chin.

He still has the image of "can stop a child from crying at night".

It's just that the beard and eyebrows can't be taken care of, and they look even more sloppy.

"How does it feel here?" Domeric asked.

"Thank you, sir. There is food, drink and women to play with here. I am actually living quite comfortably."

"Oh?" Domeric said angrily, "In that case, then you can continue to stay here." He said he was about to leave.

"Lord Domeric, I said the wrong thing. It's not comfortable here at all!" Tyrion thought to himself, isn't he just trying to convince me?

He sighed, rested his elbows on his knees, drooped his head, and scratched his head with one hand.

How long he had been here, Tyrion couldn't tell.

Every day is spent doing nothing.

He slept and woke, woke and slept,

I don’t know which one is more painful, falling asleep or waking up.

When I sleep, I have dreams, dark, disturbing dreams, filled with blood and light.

When I wake up, there is nothing to do but think.

Apart from eating and sleeping every day, I just fuck women.

Fortunately, there was an old immortal Pycelle chatting with him.

"I don't want to continue living like this!"

Tyrion stood up excitedly, breathing rapidly and blood boiling, "Either let me go or kill me!"

"Wait, do you know why I came to you?"

"You can probably guess that it's because of my father, Lord Tywin."

Tyrion's eyes became sly, "A dwarf is not worth your time, but the second son of the Lannister family is worthy of your personal trip.

Do you want to use me in exchange for something in the war with my father? "

As he spoke, Tyrion grasped the iron bars.

He shook his two short legs in the air and said loudly: "Let me go, and I guarantee that Lord Tywin will pay a ransom that satisfies you. The Lannister family lacks everything except gold!"

"No," Domeric shook his head, "Actually, in my heart, your value, Lord Tyrion, is much more valuable than Tywin's gold!"

"Little Devil" Tyrion Lannister is the top internal affairs and military talent in the world of Thrones. In the plot, he became famous in the "Battle of Blackwater", which fully reflects his talents that are very different from ordinary people.

He is a veritable "little Tywin".

"You really think highly of me."

Speaking of which, Tyrion still has a good impression of the Hand of the King.

This was the second time he had entered the dungeons of the Red Keep.

The first time was because he was accused of murdering Mrs. Darry, and was imprisoned by Duke Ed in the third "dark cell". There was no food, no water, and it was extremely dark.

In comparison, this Domeric Bolton is much kinder.

He was imprisoned in a cell on the second floor specially designed for nobles. Not only was he good to eat and drink, but there were also women to play with. Apart from the restriction of his freedom, there was really nothing to complain about.

In addition, Tyrion can always feel the importance and respect for him in Domeric's eyes and words.

Others are more contemptuous and disgusted.

Domeric then said in a gentle tone, "Early tomorrow morning, I will lead an army to Harrenhal to fight with your father, Lord Tywin. I am a little worried about keeping you here, so I will take you with me."

"Take me?"

Tyrion was full of doubts. Since he didn't have to deal with Tywin, what was the point of bringing him with him?

Domeric did not explain. He asked for a jug of wine, poured a glass for Tyrion, and then the two chatted.

Tyrion took a sip of wine and quietly looked at the man in front of him.

The Hand of the King, heir to the Dreadfort, is younger than most realize.

He has a stern expression, a knife-like face, a heroic spirit, a tall and slender figure, a fair and silent face, and has the pale skin that most nobles desire.

Except for the sharpness of his deep blue eyes, Domeric seemed to give people a more gentle and gentle impression.

"What a handsome and handsome man."

Tyrion sighed.

If I had a face as sharp as a knife and a tall and slender figure, how many women would be willing to spread their legs for me?

I’m afraid I can’t even count them!

Chapter 201 The cruel truth

After a few glasses of wine, Tyrion's conversation became more casual, without the initial precautions and vigilance.

Domeric gradually took the topic in another direction.

"Your brother Jaime Lannister voluntarily gave up his claim to Casterly Rock the day he took on the white cloak.

Everyone knows that knights of the Kingsguard are not allowed to marry, have children, or inherit territory.

Why did your father, Lord Tywin, never declare you the heir apparent to Casterly Rock? "

"Because Lord Tywin hates me!" Tyrion blurted out.

"I see, then why?" Domeric's deep eyes glowed without any emotion.

"Why?" Tyrion couldn't help but ask himself, but he already knew it.

“Maybe because I was born as a person who killed my mother?

Or a monstrous, deformed, disobedient master.

In my father's eyes, I was full of jealousy and malice, a lustful and clever guy. "

"Oh, what a sad subject."

Domeric sighed pitifully and continued to rub salt into the wound, "How about we talk about something else. For example, what was the name of the wife you married when you were a child? Sorry, I can't remember."

"Tessa."

"Yes, the girl named Tessa."

"Lord Domeric, you seem to know more about me than I thought. You even know the names of the wives I once married." Tyrion looked strange.

"I heard it from your brother James."

Domeric says he must use Jaime Lannister as an excuse and tell Tyrion the harsh truth.

Tyrion looked puzzled and thought: When did your relationship become so good that Jaime would tell you such a thing?

Domeric seemed to see the doubts in his heart and continued to make up: "It was in Winterfell, before I cut off his left hand. He mentioned it one night when we were drinking together. Can you Tell me about your story with Tessa?"

"Well, since you are so interested, I won't hide it. Anyway, my good brother has already told you. I hope he didn't belittle me in the story."

Tyrion shook his head and hummed a ballad, seeming to formulate words.

To be honest, there were too few people willing to chat with the dwarf, and he could only keep some stories in his heart for the rest of his life.

"What song is this?" Domeric asked.

"This is Mill's ballad called 'My Season of Love.' If you know the words, you'll understand how sweet and sad it is. The girl named Tessa used to sing it, so I want to forget I can’t forget it either.”

Tyrion said, looking up at Domeric.

Domeric wisely asked the jailer to bring a chair and sit on it, so that the "little devil" did not have to raise his head to talk to him.

"It was a clear cold night, with the light of stars shining on the mountains, when I met her."

Tyrion spoke slowly, and Domeric listened patiently.

"Jaime and I were riding back from Lannisport when we heard a scream and saw a girl running towards the road, followed by two yelling bandits.