The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

There are broken stone walls on both sides of the long and narrow alley, and moss grows wantonly on the stones.

The bells of Baelor's Great Sept came leisurely.

Green Kleb raised his eyes to look at the sun and said, "Is Tyrion okay?"

Sir Bronn spread out a hand and grinned: "My lord, he is a lion."

Green couldn't help but smile and said: "Only Tyrion and Prince Oberyn? Except for the female branch daughters."

"There is also a prince's mistress..."

Sir Bronn scratched his cheek and said: "She should not be considered a female branch daughter."

Green smiled again, and then he said to Brienne: "Give him a bag of golden dragons."

Hearing this, Ser Brienne of Tarth (Chapter 323) took off the purse from her waist and threw it directly to Ser Bronn.

Sir Bronn first weighed the money bag in his hand habitually, and then stuffed it into his arms. The smile on his face became more obscene: "Thank you to the generous Lord Duke, Bronn is at your disposal."

"How many guards does Tyrion bring?"

Upon hearing Green's question, Sir Bronn rolled his eyes slightly and said, "In addition to me and Pod, Lord Tyrion brought four red robes."

"Where are the blue robes I lent to Tyrion?"

"Lord Tyrion arranged for the Kleb warriors to protect... the Dornish envoys who were left to rest in Hook Lane."

Green looked at Bronn and frowned: "Did you know that there are other people's eyes in the red robe he brought?"

"I did find a red-robed man who was acting sneakily..."

Sir Bronn shrugged helplessly and continued: "But he is a Lannister in red robes. Fortunately... the prince seemed to feel it and closed the window."

Green's eyebrows raised slightly: "You seem to have witnessed the entire eavesdropping process."

"The duty of the guard captain is to protect the safety of customers, but I definitely did not participate in eavesdropping, I swear."

Sir Bronn showed a flattering smile: "Mercenaries who want to survive must not be smart, Lord Duke."

Green nodded and said, "How many guards does Prince Oberyn bring?"

After speaking, he made a gesture, and Brienne quickly threw the purse again.

Bronn was suddenly smiling, but then he was frightened.

The question asked by the great nobleman in front of him seemed ordinary, but it must be hiding something. The bag after bag of golden dragons he kept getting was proof.

Although he couldn't think of the reason, the experience of being a mercenary on the edge of life and death all year round told Bronn that he must be careful at this moment, otherwise... he would die.

Bronn grinned: "It's also four people. I also paid special attention to see if there were any guards in the dark. They are indeed four guards. I promise, Lord Duke."

Seeing the suspicious look on Green's face, he quickly said: "I can swear that Lord Tyrion asked me to investigate in secret."

Green nodded slightly. This was indeed Tyrion's character. He was very cautious.

Bronn added: "After all, this is the King's Landing of the Seven Kingdoms. The two of them had a great time."

After a pause, Green made a gesture with the hand behind his back and said: "Want to make a fortune, Lord Blackwater?"

The smile on Bronn's face froze. He bowed and carefully tried: "Can I refuse, just this once, my lord the Duke?"

After a while, Ser Brienne lifted the unconscious Bronn on her shoulders.

"Let's find a place to lock him up first."

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In a certain room of Tashaya Women's Branch, golden curtains hung from the ceiling, the walls were carved with gold ornaments in various postures, and the floor was covered with golden Mir carpets, as if every corner was shining with golden light.

Tyrion Lannister and Oberyn Martell stretched out their legs and lay half on the inlaid gold chaise longue. On the bed at the other end of the room: a woman with long black curly hair and slightly exaggerated curves was covered only by a thin blanket. sleep.

Tyrion looked at the dagger, or dagger, in his hand with drunken eyes. Its blade is more than two palms long, and its width is about the same as the width of the index finger and middle finger together.

The dark sword body glowed with a faint red color, like a poisonous snake.

Touching the twisted gold snake sword handle, Tyrion's green and black eyes moved slightly and said: "Prince Oberyn, this gorgeous dagger seems to have its own story?"

He held the handle of the sword, flicked his wrist, and grinned: "If it had any glory, it might be tarnished, because I might use it to shave."

Prince Oberyn was wearing a loose nightgown, revealing most of his chest and abdomen. He looked at Tyrion with his melancholy eyes and said, "I don't recommend doing that. If it were me, I would never touch its blade." ”

He smiled slightly: "By the way, its name is 'Venomous Snake', and I gave it to it."

Hearing this, Tyrion glanced at the black light on the "Viper" sword blade. Viper...poison...a poison-coated sword? !

Thinking of this, he immediately sheathed his sword and then pinned it to his waist.

After making sure that the poisonous snake would not "escape", he still moved a little uneasily.

Tyrion pursed his lips and smiled at Prince Oberyn: "Thank you for the gift, Your Royal Highness."

Prince Oberyn had a smile on his face and said, "That was the gift I received on my coming-of-age name day. I hope you like it."

Tyrion rubbed his slightly heavy head and grinned: "I have already felt its weight."

"As long as you like it."

Prince Oberyn's bright black eyes seemed to be recalling something: "After I harvested the lives of seventy-seven warriors with the 'Venomous Snake', I had people put it away. It was originally a gift I specially prepared for my nephew. Very Unfortunately, I couldn’t send it out, so I kept it until today.”

His nephew? Was he referring to young Aegon, killed by his kind father's men, or to Viserys, who died across the strait?

"What an honor it is." Tyrion picked up the wine glass and took a sip of Dornish summer red.

Tyrion's knowledge of Prince Oberyn comes mainly from hearsay, and the rumors surrounding him become increasingly dire.

Rumor has it that Prince Oberyn traveled around the nine free trade cities, traded with poison masters, and learned various dark arts.

Rumor has it that he studied at the Citadel and acquired six chains before leaving because he got tired of it.

Rumor has it that he worked as a mercenary in the disputed land across the Narrow Sea, first serving for the Second Sons, and later forming his own mercenary group.

About Prince Oberyn's tourneys, his wars, his duels, his mounts. What interests Tyrion most is that there are so many rumors about his sexual interests, for example, both men and women... For example, Oberyn has illegitimate daughters called "Sand Snakes" everywhere in Dorne, but he has no son.

Tyrion burped, which was a small miracle.

After a pause, Prince Oberyn said calmly: "This is my small compensation. After all, I took advantage of you, Lord Tyrion."

"To be honest, my father may welcome any proposal from the Martell family, but my good sister..."

Tyrion scratched his hair and said with a headache: "She will definitely roar at me."

"Your sister...Cersei..."

After muttering, Prince Oberyn suddenly said: "Lord Tyrion, we have actually met, but I don't think you will remember it."

"You were shorter then than you are now," he quipped.

Tyrion looked at his messy hair and said in surprise: "Have we met? When?"

Prince Oberyn took a sip of wine and said, "Oh, a long time ago, my mother ruled Dorne and your father was the prime minister of another king."

He seemed to be recalling: "I was fourteen or fifteen years old when I visited Casterly Rock with my mother, her man, my sister Elia (Rhaegar's wife), etc... I am one year older. I remember your brother and sister were...eight or nine years old, and you were born not long ago."

Tyrion's eyes trembled slightly, that time... happened to be the time when his mother passed away due to childbirth.

He raised his glass and said, "What do you think of Casterly Rock, Prince Oberyn?"

"To be honest, it's not very good."

Prince Oberyn pondered for a moment and said: "During our visit, your father has been avoiding you and only let Ser Kevan be responsible for the hospitality. The room he assigned me had a feather bed and a Myr carpet, but It was dark and windowless. I told Ilia that this was more like a dungeon than a guest room. Also, the sky in the West was too gray, the wine was too sweet, the women were too plain, and the food was too bland..."

As he said that, he looked at Tyrion: "And you are the one who disappoints us the most."

Tyrion combed his hair with his fingers, and said with a slightly confused look, "Disappointed? I remember you just told me, when I was just born."

"You are a villain in everyone's mouth."

Prince Oberyn shrugged and continued: "When you were born, we were in Oldtown. The whole city was talking about the monster that the Prime Minister got. Everyone thought it was a bad omen for the future of the Seven Kingdoms."

He curled his lips: "That's right, when you were still a little piece of flesh, you were already known to all the seven countries."

The little devil also shrugged and said, "Yes, with my birth came famine, plague and war."

He laughed playfully: "Oh, and winter, and the long night that never ends, I brought these."

Prince Oberyn chuckled and said: "Your birth did bring about your father's loss of power. I once listened to the sermons of wandering monks in the countryside, saying that your father would become greater than King Aerys, but only the gods Talent is above that of kings, so I sent you as a curse to teach your father a lesson, because no mortal on earth can be equal to the gods in heaven.”

Tyrion sighed longly: "Actually, I worked very hard to do the important thing for the Seven Gods, but I didn't succeed."

He grinned and raised his glass: "Your Highness, please continue. I like to listen to stories."

Prince Oberyn took a sip of wine and continued: "I found that you looked too normal, so I was deeply disappointed. Because, along the way here, I heard that you had a hard curly tail like a pig. You have an incredibly large head, almost half the size of your body, and you were born with thick black hair and a beard, an evil eye, and lion's claws. You have long teeth so you can't shut up, and you have legs. In between, there is not only men’s **, but also women’s **.”

Tyrion swallowed the wine in his mouth with difficulty and said, "If I could *by myself*, I might be able to save myself a lot of trouble."

He took another sip of wine: "The fangs and lion claws may also come in handy... Your Highness, I already understand why you are disappointed."

Prince Oberyn moved to make himself more comfortable, and said: "At that time, Lannister never brought you out, let alone showed you to the guests. We only often heard voices from deep within Casterly Rock at night. There were babies crying everywhere, Ilia..."

The hand on his knee clenched into a fist, and he continued: "If it weren't for your sister, we wouldn't have seen you at all. She promised Ilya that she would definitely satisfy our curiosity. The wet nurse who takes care of you wants to We drove her out, but Cersei sent her away with a few words. She said... The wet nurse is just a cow and has no right to interfere with her. If she doesn't get out of the way, she will ask Lord Tywin to take the wet nurse. Tongue removal, she said cows only need a**, not a tongue.”

After a pause, he seemed to be imitating Cersei's tone at that time: "..., you are just a cow. If you don't shut up, I will ask my father to pull out your tongue. Anyway, the cow only needs to be fucked and... No tongue required."

Tyrion grinned: "It seems to impress you that my sister has been very charming since she was a child."

Prince Oberyn sneered and said: "Cersei unwraps your swaddling clothes with her own hands and lets us take a closer look. You do have an evil eye, black hair on your scalp, and your head is bigger than most newborns. Unfortunately, But you have no tail, no beard, no fangs, no lion claws, and only a small vagina between your legs. After listening to many bizarre rumors, it turns out that Lord Tywin's bane is just a red leg. An ugly baby with a slight deformity.”

Tyrion's face froze slightly, but Prince Oberyn smiled gently and said: "Although you are ugly, Elia is as excited to see you as she is to see a cute cat or puppy. Yell, she actually thinks you are pitiful and wants to raise you personally, haha."

Tyrion's eyelids seemed to be heavy due to drunkenness, and he yawned and said, "Robert I made the poor Seven Kingdoms lose their best queen."

After the words fell, Prince Oberyn looked at Tyrion and his eyes suddenly condensed, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

Tyrion's heart trembled, but he grinned calmly. At this moment...he suddenly remembered the old lion's warning: control your naughty tongue (Chapter 334).

He raised his glass and said, "Perhaps one day, you will be grateful to my Queen Mother sister, Prince Oberyn."

Would he be grateful to Cersei? Prince Oberyn sneered.

Tyrion's meaningful words still succeeded in distracting many of Prince Oberyn's thoughts, and his sharp gaze began to gradually dissipate.

Afterwards, Tyrion caressed his chest and said in a sincere tone: "Prince Oberyn, I want to thank your sister. If I guessed correctly, she gave me the first love after I was born. Then It’s the most precious gift.”