The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Green Kleb smiled and said, "Once you try the sour red wine from Crab Claw Peninsula, you will like it right away."

After speaking, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine.

Tyrion Lannister's eyes moved slightly, he chuckled, and said: "Stannis has taken away the royal fleet, and Blackwater Bay has become his back garden. He can attack King's Landing at any time... Haha , does Junlin look like a ** lying obediently on the bed waiting to be fucked by him? "

Green joked: "Then you have to be nice and use all your skills to please him."

puff! Tyrion couldn't help but spit out the wine in his mouth, coughing and laughing.

"I'll give him a taste of what a Lannister giant is!"

Tyrion laughed for a while longer, rubbed his belly, and suddenly said seriously: "Green, did Cersei send you out for Stannis?"

Green swung the wine glass for a moment, and looked at Tyrion with his brown eyes, who was staring at him closely: "How do you know?"

Tyrion shook his hand: "Don't get me wrong, no one snitched."

He pointed to his head and continued: "My old sister is used to getting things first, and then conferring rewards on others based on her own mood. Green, Cersei's canonization of you was quite sudden. I tried to guess, and see Come on, I guessed it right."

Green tapped his chin and said, "Tyrion, this is a secret."

Tyrion nodded solemnly, pinched his chin, and pondered: "Can horses from Crab Claw Peninsula run on the sea?"

Green put down his wine glass and said seriously: "Our deal can begin, Tyrion."

"Starting with Cersei's stupid military orders?"

"It's like this for me, I need a good excuse to go out to the valley."

"Green, I found out that my sister is not a complete idiot, and I'll be honest... it's hard, and I don't want to break my promise to you."

"Tyrion, you should know who the only person Queen Cersei cannot stop is."

"My kind father? No, he is not in King's Landing...my good nephew?"

Green nodded slightly, and he picked up the jug and poured wine into Tyrion's wine glass: "When Robert I named James the Guardian of the East, King Joffrey was very dissatisfied with the arrogance of the valley. He wanted to reward the Eagle's Nest. A chance for the young Duke of the city to compete fairly with his sword skills."

Tyrion's wine glass was filled, he put down the flagon, and continued: "With the secrets of the Erin family we are going to reveal, he will have even more reasons to be angry."

"Aha……"

Tyrion's voice was full of sarcasm: "My good nephew is really good at picking opponents."

Green shrugged: "Tyrion, Joffrey has always wanted to show off his martial prowess in front of everyone after sitting on the Iron Throne. This is also a good opportunity to ease the relationship between your nephew and uncle."

While raising a glass to drink, Tyrion glanced at Green quietly, and a trace of caution flashed in his eyes.

After a pause, he said casually: "With your wisdom, it would be easier to ask Cersei for help with this kind of thing."

Green glanced at Tyrion who was testing him, and said calmly: "Tyrion, you should know the character of Queen Cersei very well. She doesn't like anyone to escape her control."

Tyrion grinned: "Green, you can actually speak so nicely of my sister's selfishness."

After taking a sip of wine, he added: "That's right, your revenge plan must come second to Cersei's consolidation of her son's rule, unless..."

Green's eyes trembled, and he continued: "I never thought about that kind of thing. Any lie will eventually be exposed one day, Tyrion."

"You are really a reassuring guy!"

Tyrion first sighed with emotion, then he raised his glass and gestured to Green, saying: "The deal is done, Earl Green."

Green also raised his glass: "Happy cooperation, Prime Minister Tyrion."

Tyrion grinned happily: "I will have a good communication with my nephew, the king, at the right time. My nephew doesn't like my uncle, but my uncle still loves him."

After a pause, he suddenly said: "It feels like the older he gets, the more he looks like Cersei. I think Joffrey is more suitable to be called Cersei II. The Seven Gods are very humorous."

Green smiled: "After all, they are mother and son, so it makes sense."

Tyrion's upper body tilted towards Green, and he lowered his voice: "Can revenge be accomplished with the soldiers and horses of the Crab Claw Peninsula alone? You should know the clan language of the Arryn family, right? Under the influence of his family, the nobles of the valley have Striving to become a knight who represents honor... Think about how long the Arryn family has ruled the valley? That's thousands of years... I heard that all qualified families in the valley, regardless of whether they are nobles or not, will prepare horses and knight armor. , even if you can't be canonized as a knight, you must at least look like a knight... Ha, it's as high as glory."

Finally, Tyrion murmured as if he was feeling emotional: "Tens of thousands of armored cavalry, it's scary to think about it."

Green listened quietly and said with a smile: "Tyrion, thank you for your concern, but..."

As he spoke, his tone changed, and he said calmly and seriously: "You cannot take revenge if you are too rational, and it is very difficult for me to have such a good opportunity again."

Tyrion nodded in agreement: "In the past, there would have been no chance for one-on-one competition... Now everyone is very busy, and with Lady Lysa giving everyone a surprise, this is indeed a very rare opportunity. "

Tyrion reached out and patted Green, and then said: "Be more flexible when the time comes. Don't imitate my brother Jaime. Your knightly glory sometimes gives me a headache."

They chatted in some more details and then came to the topic of the Commander-in-Chief in the Golden Robe.

Green said: "Tyrion, what is your impression of Ser Jacelyn Bywater?"

Tyrion spread his hands and said: "Green, I have to say that you have a burning gaze. He is a reassuring guy. I like Ser Jacelyn."

After saying that, he scratched his hair and said: "I haven't thought of a good way yet to make my sister like Sir Jacelin as much as I do."

Green pointed his slender finger at the wine glass and said, "Tyrion, you can ask Sir Lancel for help."

Tyrion shook his head and said: "Since Lancel was made a knight, he has been imitating Sister Cersei's arrogance all day long. My well-behaved cousin has disappeared long ago."

Green pointed to his head and said, "Tyrion, move and think again."

Seeing that Green was not joking, Tyrion stopped the smile on his face and began to think. After a moment of silence, his eyes suddenly moved and he looked at Green in disbelief.

Green met Tyrion's gaze and nodded slightly.

Tyrion was stunned for a while. He leaned back on the chair, raised his eyes to the roof, and said sadly: "It's really unfair. When sister Cersei loved her brother, she only forgot about my well-behaved brother."

Green ignored Tyrion's acting and said directly: "Is there any way now?"

Tyrion grinned: "Lancel Lannister will soon become the good cousin I know...well, he can still help me..."

With that said, Tyrion looked at Green and asked, "Why don't you keep it for yourself?"

Green's eyes showed disgust: "Prime Minister, if I were you, I would be moved to tears and express my gratitude at this moment."

Tyrion laughed and said, "Your generous earl, if you don't mind, please accept a kiss from me."

Green was even more disgusted: "I refuse, I don't want to have nightmares."

Tyrion clutched his stomach and laughed. After a while, he finally managed to stop laughing, but he was still out of breath.

Green smiled and handed the wine glass to Tyrion. He took a deep breath and drank a large gulp.

Green patted Tyrion's arm and said: "Tyrion, my friend, don't put too much pressure on yourself, you are not alone."

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Crab Claw Peninsula, Whispering City.

With a flutter of flutters, the letter crow from King's Landing landed lightly on the wide window sill, and a pair of fat hands untied the letter from it.

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The door of Maester Al's study was pushed open, and the fat figure of Samwell Tarly appeared. He panted: "Maester Al, a letter from the Red Keep."

After delivering the letter, Samwell, who was rumored to have lost two pounds during his westward exercise, wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Bachelor Al looked at the seal on the beeswax and unfolded the letter solemnly.

Seeing that Maester Al had been staring at the letter and motionless, Samwell said carefully: "Maester Al, are you okay?"

Academician Al first tapped the corners of his eyes with his thumb, then raised his head and said tremblingly: "My child, the Kleb family is the de jure ruling family of the Crab Claw Peninsula."

"Gods bless you." Samwell took the letter from Maester Al's hand with a look of surprise.

As he watched, Samwell couldn't help but read out the voice, his voice getting louder and louder: "Earl of Crab Claw Peninsula...Guardian of Crab Claw Peninsula...Governor of Crab Claw Peninsula...Inherit this honor from generation to generation, forever." cease!"

Samwell was very excited: "Bachelor Al, our Lord Green is really too..."

Bachelor Al calmly ordered: "Sam, you go find Butler Hershel, go now."

"Okay, okay..." Samwell temporarily lost the ability to think, and just did what he was told habitually.

After Samwell left, Maester Al hummed a traditional song from the Crab Claw Peninsula, moved tremblingly to the bookshelf, and pulled out the book recording the history of the Kleb tribe.

Sitting back at the table, Maester Al opened a new chapter in the book. He picked up the quill and dipped it in ink.

After pondering for a while, Maester Al smiled and waved the quill in his hand... Westerosi calendar year 298...

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A small port in Essos.

Jon Snow twisted like an eel and kicked his heel hard into the crotch of the man who held him. There was a scream behind him, and after breaking free, he drew his sword and strode towards the other man who was rummaging through his own baggage.

"Outlander, I advise you to stop immediately."

Jon's eyes flashed with anger: "I gave you two a chance."

"You...you...what are you going to do?"

With a squeaking sound, Jon's sword swiped across his hand quickly, blood spraying out. Then he turned sideways to dodge the attack from behind, and plunged the sword into the attacker's body.

Jon frowned and glanced at the two villains entangled behind the boat, then raised his eyes to the sky. Towards evening, the sun began to set, and the clouds were dyed a circle of pink and orange, like a blooming flower.

Jon heard other people talking about the true dragon in the tavern at the port. There were rumors that there was a city-state called Cantus going south, which was now ruled by the Targaryen true dragon.

Viserys Targaryen...Daenerys Targaryen...are they the two people who survived the war more than ten years ago?

Father's brother and sister... Is he going to meet his people?

No! He is still an illegitimate child, and no one will regard a despicable illegitimate child as their relative... Perhaps, he is destined to be alone.

Jon closed his eyelids and took a slow breath. If he was really destined to be lonely, he would turn loneliness into strength.

When Jon opened his eyes again, he had driven away the sadness in his heart. He picked up the bag that had fallen on the ground and put it on his shoulder.

His eyes are looking westward. On a strange continent, he will abandon his past self and start a new life.

Jon took a step forward, wondering as he walked...Does he need a new name? What should I call it?

"You're pretty good at it, stranger!"

A young man's voice suddenly came, and Jon paused. He held the handle of the sword and followed it with alert eyes.

Two figures appeared in Jon's sight, one was slender and the other was tall and strong.

Jon stared at the two people walking towards him slowly, and calmly assumed a fighting posture.

The young man chuckled, spread his hands and said, "We have no ill intentions."

The young man who spoke seemed to be about the same age as himself. He had blue hair and a gentle smile on his handsome face.

Next to the blue-haired young man, there was an older man with orange-red hair and a thick beard.

The blue-haired young man explained patiently: "This is also our first time here. We happened to find that you were being followed by two sneaky people, so we came to take a look..."

He glanced into the distance and said with a smile: "It seems that you have solved the trouble you encountered."

Jon took his hand away from the sword handle and said, "They are bandits."

The big man with orange hair said in a rough voice: "Well done, they deserve it."

The blue-haired young man nodded: "I agree, I think the same way."

After a pause, he added: "Let me get to know you. My name is Little Griffin. I have been living in an unstable place with my strict father since I was a child. Recently, I have been practicing everywhere to increase my knowledge according to my father's requirements."

The big man with orange hair then said: "My name is Raleigh, I am the son of a blacksmith, and now I am the guard hired by Little Griffin."

"My name is Jon. I come from Westeros. I came here to... gain experience?" Jon said in an uncertain tone at the end.

Little Griffin couldn't help laughing: "After a while, maybe you will know what you should do, Jon."

Raleigh laughed heartily from the side.

"Maybe you're right." Jon looked at the two of them and smiled.