The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Tyrion rolled up the parchment and said, "Green, are you interested in accompanying Myrcella to the Eagle's Nest?"

Green glanced at Tyrion and said, "Tyrion, you are a loving uncle."

Tyrion paused for a moment, then continued: "Actually, when I first met you, I felt that you would be a good... person. Unfortunately, I am a Lannister."

Green swung the glass and said, "Mr. Lannister, please take care of the Lannister lioness."

"Ha, Lannister is born to be loved."

Patting the rolled parchment, Tyrion grinned: "Well done, Green. This is a very fair alliance."

Green raised his glass and said, "Prime Minister, please 'appease' Queen Cersei, I will be very busy next."

Tyrion chuckled and said: "Green, I promise that my sister will be a well-behaved lady from Magta..."

With a change of tone, he said seriously: "Your contribution is great. Is there anything you want?"

Green's eyes moved slightly and said: "Tyrion, it seems you have already thought of the answer? Don't be surprised, we are familiar with each other."

"It really is……"

Tyrion raised his glass and said, "Green, how about I reward you with a Guardian of the East?"

Seeing Green's doubtful expression, he shrugged and said, "After all, my brother didn't perform well with the sword this time... As Prime Minister, I have to tell everyone that the Red Keep is not owned by Lannister."

After taking a sip of wine, he said: "As Prime Minister, I want to make people believe that everyone is involved...well, Stannis is not just an enemy of the Lannister family."

Green shook his head slightly and said: "Prime Minister, please forgive me for rejecting your kindness."

Tyrion said with some surprise: "Are you worried about... the queen mother? Don't worry, I will take care of her side. Green, you are my sister's favorite. It would be easy for you to do it."

After a moment of silence, Green said slowly: "Your Majesty Prime Minister, what I want is the support of the Red Castle. Support my conquest of the valley and let them pay with blood."

After a pause, he said in a sincere tone: "Tyrion, because of this chaos, I got a chance for revenge, and you took the position of prime minister. The war will end sooner or later, can I still wait for the next opportunity? ?”

After hearing Green's words, Tyrion's eyes couldn't help but tremble.

If Stannis stormed King's Landing, he would end badly, he was sure of it.

But...if he won the war...he and his kind father couldn't squeeze into the same chair together, right? !

Thinking of this, Tyrion picked up the cup and took a sip of the sweet summer red.

He couldn't help but think... the current little devil Prime Minister was very much like a drunkard. He had drunk himself with power and was immersed in the beauty that he knew would not last long.

But...the dwarf Hand of House Lannister doesn't want to wake up.

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At the same time, Lord Green also took a sip of Summer Red.

Dongjing Guardian? This is one of the four guardians, and it is a very honorable title, but it is still a false title.

Warden of the North Stark… Warden of the West Lannister… Warden of the South Tyrell… Warden of the East… Kleb? !

From then on, the Kleb family of Crab Claw Peninsula became one of the most noble families in Westeros?

Green put down his wine glass... One of the prerequisites is that Kleb is already the ruling family in the valley.

In the tradition of Westeros, that's not enough! If you want to be recognized by all the nobles, you must have matching noble blood... A pair of charming violet eyes suddenly appeared in Green's mind... Well, there is no need to worry about this.

Lord Greene was unconsciously distracted.

In order to rush on the road, I passed by the "Family Gate" last time but didn't have time to go in and take a look, and this time I have to pass by the "Family Gate"... The golden dragons in Seagull Town are delivering batches to Whispering City... The attentive Lord Green is a little worried about Clay The lock on the berkin library will not be strong enough.

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"Green, Seagull Town is very attractive to you?"

Tyrion's voice brought Green back to his senses. After a pause, he replied: "Your Majesty Prime Minister, that is my trophy."

Tyrion was startled by Green's answer. He leaned forward, stared at the person opposite for a while, and said, "Are you sure about the battle between Crab Claw Peninsula and the Valley?"

Green smiled and said, "Tyrion, are you sure you can defeat Stannis?"

He spread his hands: "There is only one thing we can do, and that is to do our best."

Green's upper body also leaned forward slightly and continued: "Tyrion, think about it from another angle...In fact, war is also very simple. Either you die or I die."

The two looked at each other for a while, and Tyrion suddenly smiled. His smile contained a hint of schadenfreude: "Prime Minister Jon Arryn has left a great 'legacy' for the Vale. Well, I want to learn from him." ."

Before parting, Green mentioned the Alchemist Guild to Tyrion.

Seeing Tyrion's eyes wide open, Green said leisurely: "Tyrion, you should have known that there are no secrets in the Red Keep."

He comforted him again: "You can rest assured, everyone will just think that the desperate little devil is playing with fire."

Tyrion sighed: "Green, President Harlem of the Alchemist Guild is very loyal to me..."

Green glanced at Tyrion sideways and said, "You are helping him set up an alchemist branch in Whispering Castle."

"make a deal."

Tyrion pinched his chin and suddenly said: "I don't think I can recruit a few wise men. If you want to use wildfire in the battle with the valley, I don't think I can make it in time. Making that thing is very time-consuming."

"Tyrion, this is a battle of honor. Even if there is enough wildfire, I will not use it."

Green shrugged and continued: "I am here to guard against Stannis' royal fleet. There is my mermaid port in Blackwater Bay."

Mermaid Harbor must of course be fortified. Although Stannis recognized the neutrality of the Crab Claw Peninsula, his men may "accidentally" enter his territory.

The war is about to begin. How many bottles of Wildfire can be produced during this period of time with the slow production process?

This is just a reasonable-sounding excuse. Lord Green is preparing in advance for fighting zombies in the future.

Therefore, Lord Grimm, who now has many golden dragons, plans to form a "high-tech" corps that plays with fire, named... the Burning Legion.

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Tyrion grinned: "Green, may the Seven Gods bless your port."

Green ignored Tyrion's joke and said: "I will let the people from Clayber's Trading Company wait for your news."

"I will go directly when I go back. And..."

Tyrion looked at Green and said, "Green, do you really not care about Myrcella? She has thought that you and Jaime are the best knights in the Seven Kingdoms since she was a child. She has mentioned it to me several times."

Green also looked at Tyrion, who looked "sincere", and said, "My friend, what are you planning?"

Tyrion laughed and said: "Green, I will not interfere with your revenge. As your friend who is as close as brother and sister, I will only support you."

"I refuse this kind offer."

"Wait, hey, hear me out...we can talk...wait for me..."

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Vale, Eagle's Nest.

In the Moon Hall, Robert Arryn sat alone at the long table, listlessly digging out a large bowl of honey oatmeal with a wooden spoon.

When Little Robert saw Maester Colmont appear, he immediately complained: "I want eggs, I want three soft-boiled eggs!"

After a pause, he added: "Plus fried bacon!"

Bachelor Kemen looked uneasy and said: "Your Majesty Duke, we can't bring food from outside now."

The Eyrie City's granary contains enough oats, corn, and barley to last for a year, but the fresh food has always been put into hanging baskets and sent to the castle by Ser Brynden Tully, the former Knight of the Blood Gate.

Now, after Ser Brynden left, no one dared to deliver food to the hanging basket of the Eyrie under the eyes of the Just Alliance.

"I want eggs now!" Little Robert stretched out his hand and threw the wooden spoon at the skinny Maester Colmont.

The wooden spoon hit Maester Colmont, leaving a few stains on his maester's robes.

"Your Majesty the Duke, your physical condition cannot allow you to go hungry." Bachelor Ke Meng advised somewhat helplessly.

"I don't want to drink porridge!"

Petyr Baelish's hoarse voice suddenly sounded: "Little Robert, you should drink the porridge with gratitude."

Maester Colmont echoed in a low voice: "Please listen to your adoptive father's advice, Your Majesty the Duke."

Glancing at Petyr, who was standing with his hands behind his back, he added: "Your mother... Lady Lysa's sworn knights are waiting for your summons. You need to be in high spirits to receive them. This is very important."

Little Robert simply threw aside the new wooden spoon handed to him by Maester Colmont: "Tell them to leave. What I want are eggs. I don't want to see them. If they don't leave, I will watch them fly!"

Petyr raised the corners of his lips and said, "Oh, your suggestion seems very interesting. Little Robert, I will consider your suggestion."

When Petyr finished speaking, Maester Colmont's body shuddered.

Little Robert said excitedly: "Let him fly, I want to see them fly!"

Bachelor Colmont quietly glanced at Petyr, who seemed to be in a good mood, and whispered: "Your Majesty, Duke, you need loyal knights to guard your castle..."

As he spoke, he felt the gaze from Petyr. His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he lowered his face, not daring to speak any more.

"Mom said that my castle is unbreakable!"

"Mom said, I am the master here and I have the final say!"

"Mom said, whoever I want to see fly must fly!"

Petyr frowned and said, "Be quiet, your mother is dead. Little Robert, I have the final say here before your sixteenth nameday."

He turned around and ordered to the maid standing far away: "Bring him a new spoon, he wants to drink porridge."

"I don't want to drink it! I want to see it fly!" Little Robert picked up the big bowl and threw it over, causing the oatmeal and honey to splash in the air.

Seeing this, Petyr dodged quickly, while Maester Cormon, who was standing nearby, had his face and shoulders splashed with food.

Little Robert grabbed a jug of milk and threw it out again, but when he tried to stand up he had a seizure and knocked over his chair and fell to the floor.

"Oh, gods."

Maester Colemont ignored his own embarrassment. He quickly knelt down next to Little Robert and murmured words of comfort.

Fortunately, the dysentery attack this time was not too severe. When the attack was over, Little Robert was carried to the dormitory by the waiter.

The Hall of the Moon, which was noisy just now, became extremely quiet, with only Petyr and Maester Cormon left here.

Maester Colmont shrank his long neck under Petyr's gaze.

After a pause, Petyr said: "Kormont, little Robert is a lucky boy. He has a loyal maester."

Bachelor Kemen swallowed, opened his mouth, and said, "Lord Petyr, I'm just...just...just fulfilling my duties as a bachelor."

Petyr's eyes flickered, and he nodded slightly, saying: "Being able to perform your duties well is the greatest loyalty. I should let Little Robert reward you..."

His tone seemed to be joking: "Reward his favorite... flying?"

After Petyr's words fell, Academician Kemen was so frightened that he almost knelt on the ground: "I...I..."

"I'm just joking with you. I don't want to teach my adopted son a bad lesson, and I can't live up to Lady Lysa's trust..."

Petyr sighed and continued: "I hope that little Robert can grow up well. I need your help, Maester Cormon."

"I...are at your disposal, Lord Petyr."

Petyr smiled with satisfaction and said, "Do you have any good suggestions?"

Bachelor Coleman thought seriously for a moment and replied: "Since the death of Lady Lysa, the Duke's illness has become worse day by day. Not only are the attacks more frequent, but each attack is also more severe."

Petyr's gray-green eyes moved and he said, "What is your treatment plan?"

Academician Kemen combed the sparse hair on his head with his fingers. He awkwardly shook off the countless grains of rice stuck to his hands and said: "In the past, whenever the Duke was restless, Lady Lysa would feed him milk... Dr. Ambrose said breast milk had magical properties..."

"Maester Colmont, is this your advice?"

Petyr looked at Maester Kermont suspiciously and continued: "You want me to find a wet nurse for the Duke of the Eyrie and the Guardian of Arryn Valley? Then how should I wean him on his wedding day? Or teach him Abandoning the nanny’s a** and going directly to the bride’s?”

After saying that, Petyr couldn't help but laugh.

He added: "Scholar Kemen, this is not a good suggestion. I suggest you choose another path... Children all love sweets, right?"

Bachelor Ke Meng asked in confusion: "Sweet... sweets?"

Petyr smiled slightly and said: "Cake, pie, jam, jelly, honey... and the like, maybe... add a little sweet sleep flower to the milk, have you tried it? Just add a little bit to calm the nerves and help him Get rid of epilepsy."

Bachelor Ke Meng's pupils shrank suddenly and said: "A little bit?"

Petyr nodded gracefully.

After a pause, Bachelor Ke Meng's Adam's apple moved back and forth rapidly, and said: "A little bit... not too much... and not too often..."

Swallowing again, he said with a trembling voice: "Maybe, I can try..."

"Maester Colmont, I just want him to stay awake when necessary." The smile on Petyr's face gradually deepened.