Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Tyrion looked at the sea. The manpower shortage in King's Landing could be glimpsed from the sea view along the Blackwater Bay.

The mast of the Queen Alexa, the ship closest to the shore, is still slightly protruding from the sea. A seabird stands comfortably on it, bathing in the sea breeze.

Well, to say it was comfortable was a bit far-fetched. The rain was blown by the sea breeze, and it even hurt Tyrion's face when it hit him.

The wind caused the mast to sway a little, and the seabirds flapped their wings and flew towards a treetop that could shelter from the wind, disappearing into the rock formations in the distance.

Tyrion looked forward to finding a treetop that was sheltered from the wind, like that seabird with a home.

The remnants of the war are still clearly visible, but yesterday's bloodshed has disappeared after being washed away by the waves. There are incomplete tools and armor everywhere, and the most important swords and arrows have no one to take care of them. The task of collecting the soldier's corpses was carried out slowly. The exorcists briefly set up a tent on the beach, but no one was stationed inside now. It was probably a brothel or tavern that was still open in the city.

Joffrey had long been dissatisfied with the mess on the seaside, and even specifically warned him about it on the iron chair. According to his own guess, their dear king must be because the scene at Blackwater Bay can be seen in the many open spaces of the Red Keep. Why are you so concerned about the unobstructed view behind the window? Otherwise, why would the messy scenes in King's Landing never appear in the elegant hall?

Tyrion denied this in his heart. He looked at the masts on the sea again. At least Queen Alysanne actually brought these matters that were of common concern but insignificant to the nobles onto the small table of the Royal Council.

"Tyrion Lannister," Meryn Tran's voice came from behind. Tyrion turned his head, and as expected, he saw the corners of Ser Meryn's mouth raised. The sarcasm was almost too blunt. .

"The Prime Minister ordered me to imprison you in the dungeon to prevent you from escaping." Marin blinked, as if scanning himself, "I'm not sure if this is necessary, for a dwarf."

"Stop talking nonsense and lead the way." Tyrion didn't want to hear Merlin Tran talking in front of him.

Podrick's eyes widened, "Sir?"

"Believe me, Pod," Tyrion turned to Pod and said, "The master you serve is very capable. I will be able to overcome the difficulties one by one." He smiled at the panicked little attendant, as if he was Infected or because of his usual trust, Podrick calmed down and nodded slightly to Tyrion, "I'll wait for you at your residence."

Tyrion sighed and glanced at Merlin Tran, "Remember this scene, maybe one day you will kneel in front of me and beg for mercy." Tyrion did not hesitate at all, strode forward, and walked In front of Malin Tran.

The White Knight frowned, and Tyrion glanced at the look on his face.

Scared? Tyrion guessed, with a sly smile on his face. This is the Kingsguard under dear Joffrey, who is afraid of the threat of a dwarf.

"Tommen is Joffrey's first heir. He was sent to Rosby City to stay away from Stannis's rebels and ensure safety and royal succession. But your hospitality, Earl, makes me a little impressed."

Tywin Lannister was holding the pen in his hand, writing and drawing on the letter paper, but his eyes were looking directly at Lord Gyles Rosby, who looked obviously sick.

"Cough! I can guarantee that, Lord Tywin, I cough!" Gyles Rossby coughed from time to time.

"Are you coughing on me to hide your crime?" said Tywin.

Gales' eyes widened and he shook his head in fear, "There is no such intention. Believe me, Lord Tywin, I cough! I am absolutely loyal to the royal family. It is impossible... cough! It is impossible to frame cough! Go!" Framed Prince Tommen. I really didn’t."

Tywin put down his pen and looked indifferently at Lord Rosby who was so panicked that he could not speak coherently.

"You are a great nobleman of the royal family. I believe you have no intention of framing the prince."

Gyles Rosby seemed to have found a life-saving straw and nodded hurriedly, "Thank you for your trust! Ahem! Our Rosby family has been loyal to King Joffrey from the beginning, ahem! Never, ahem! Never! You won’t have these rebellious thoughts!”

Tywin's conversation immediately changed, "But for being deceived, the guilt of dereliction of duty will not be less."

"I" Gyles Rosby held back the discomfort in his nose and throat. He looked at the indifferent expression on Tywin's face and knew that the game between nobles had begun. "The Rosby family knows that it cannot shirk this responsibility. Someone must be the mastermind, and even take the opportunity to sow discord between the royal nobles and the Iron Throne."

Tywin shook his head, "It's not that exaggerated, Count Rosby." He pressed his palm on a piece of yellowed letter paper in front of the table and pushed it in front of Count Rosby, "This is traveling with Prince Tommen. List, I think you need to confirm it before communicating with us.”

Gyles Rossby took the letter with a somewhat trembling hand. It was not only as simple as the list, but also the information behind the list, including when the entourage of the motorcade entered the palace and who appointed them.

The stories in each name are not short, but there is one name that is mentioned repeatedly.

"Tyrion Lannister" Gyles Rosby swallowed and looked at Tywin, "My knight controls the entire entourage. I can send people to interrogate."

Tywin nodded slightly, "I believe in Rosby's judgment, which is fair and impartial. No sin will be easily let go."

Gyles Rosby bowed low to Tywin, his head even lower than the low table.

He slowly walked out of the study room in the Prime Minister's Tower and took a long breath.

Jaime heard several screams before he even reached the dungeon stairs.

He suppressed his discomfort and walked down the stairs slowly.

The voice of the interrogation lingered in his ears.

"When the whip hits your delicate skin, maybe the truth will come out of your mouth automatically." The interrogator's voice was low, and it even made Jaime feel sick.

"Groom." It sounded like the prisoner was a woman. Jaime frowned, turned his head and looked over, and walked into the interrogation room.

"It's the groom, I remember, candy!"

The tragic howl came from the woman's mouth, and the painful gasp was heard.

"Dwarf, you mean the dwarf? You are the killer sent by the dwarf to hunt the poor Prince Tommen, right?"

Jaime kicked open the door of the interrogation room, and the prisoner was hanging naked in the interrogation room, with bloodstains all over his body forming a sharp contrast with his fair skin.

"No." The red-haired woman's voice became lower and lower, and she looked like she was about to faint.

"Lord Jaime." The interrogator looked at Jaime who had barged in with astonishment, and then heard the prisoner's low moan, and habitually whipped him again, "Don't talk nonsense, bitch!"

As soon as the voice fell, Jaime's long sword had already cut the interrogator's neck, and blood gushed out.

Jaime frowned, picked up a handy short knife on the stone table in the interrogation room, pointed it at the interrogator's neck, and cut off his head.

He stood up again, aimed at the thin rope tied to the prisoner's wrist, and swung it down.

Rose fell into Jaime's arms, with only a little weak breath left in her mouth.

If his father wanted to use this method to force his brother to confess and force himself to compromise, then he would cut off this damn white robe, which was embroidered with the Lannister emblem, symbolizing the eternal stain of the Kingsguard! His own family! His own father, and the disgusted self, are all stains!