The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Lannister members all know that Lord Tywin Lannister's favorite is Jaime Lannister.

Jaime's own outstanding status makes Jaime's status in the Lannister family transcendent.

Tywin Lannister has always been indifferent and indifferent to Tyrion. Regardless of Tywin's attitude towards Tyrion, just looking at Tyrion's dwarf appearance, it is difficult for people to like him, and it is easier to despise him.

Despite the above, with Jaime's love and protection, the Lannister members at least maintained a superficial respect for Tyrion.

Lancel Lannister is one of them.

But today, Lancel saw with his own eyes that Tyrion slapped Prince Joffrey with his own hands in order to defend himself.

Lancel no longer respected Tyrion politely, but worshiped Tyrion in his heart.

Lancel's eyes flashed, looking at Tyrion with gratitude and reverence.

Lancel's gaze was naturally intense, and Tyrion had the same experience as Greene, and couldn't help but shudder under Lancel's shining gaze.

Tyrion avoided Lancel's gaze and patted his thigh: "Come on, let's leave here to find the young baron. They started preparing smoked roast beef early this morning. Beef is best matched with summer red. "

Lancel thought of the scene of people rolling in again, and couldn't get rid of the fury in his heart.

Can you still eat meat? Lancel swallowed the churning in his stomach, feeling that Green and the others were too strong in their hearts.

Lancel carefully looked at the direction Prince Joffrey left, and saw that there was still no one. He was secretly relieved and followed Tyrion: "Cousin Tyrion, do we need to talk to Jaime?"

Tyrion spread his hands: "Jaime and Cersei are discussing things. I don't want to disturb her at this time. My old sister is eager to have an excuse to eat me alive."

Tyrion comforted him again: "You should calm down. I promise you will be fine. I feel like you should think about the banquet tonight."

Lancel felt that what Tyrion said made sense, and he was indeed panicking now.

Tyrion walked and said: "Lancel, don't just think about the horror you saw on the execution ground. You should think more about why Green did what he did. Maybe you can learn something useful from his behavior." !”

Learn the cruelty of Baron Green?

Lancel suddenly felt that the battlefield might not be as beautiful as he imagined. The numbers in the book were completely different from what he saw with his own eyes.

It's so bloody, the battlefield must be even bloodier.

Maybe my father saw that I was not suitable for the battlefield, so he kept me away from the army.

Tyrion is very patient: "You still focus the most on the bloody scene, but I have to tell you that all of this is essentially a political method."

"Green is one of the very few nobles I know who values ​​the common people. Maybe it's his talent. He may have understood the nature of power since he was young."

"Oh, yes, really?"

"Don't just drink and have fun later. You can ask Green for more advice on politics. This knowledge will help you in your future."

Lancel came back to his senses, nodded and said, "I understand, Tyrion."

Tyrion is suddenly worried about the Lannister future.

Jaime is too emotional, and Lannister seems to have only Tywin and himself as the brains.

By the way, there’s also Cousin Kevan.

Three brains might be enough, since the Lannister has a lot of gold.

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Jun's Landing, a certain lane in the Queen's District.

Mengton Weishui held the warhammer high, charged, and then swung it violently, with the sound of bones breaking.

An Gai carefully arranged the blue robe on his body, picked up the bow, put an arrow on it, stretched the bow string into a full moon, and with a hiss, the sharp arrow penetrated the neck of a strong man in the distance.

Mengton's war hammer smashed another enemy's head, and sticky red sprayed everywhere.

Meng Dun and An Gai secretly competed with each other. If you hit one, I will shoot the other right away.

Menton's shield moved with a bang, just in time to block an enemy's long sword thrust.

The enemy who was blocked by Menton's shield had his hands numb and watched helplessly as the hammer fell and his head shattered.

Only the last two of the dozen enemies were left.

Mengton briefly gathered momentum and launched a charge, hitting with a shield and hammer, leaving two pools of blood.

Mengton gasped, sat down on a stone, and pulled on the visor of his helmet: "Angei, I killed one more, hehe."

When Mengton launched the charge, Angai guessed Mengton's plan and reluctantly put away his bow and arrows.

An Gai frowned and walked, avoiding the blood on the road. His brand-new brown leather boots were not stained at all.

Mengton stared blankly at An Gai's actions, and said naively: "An Gai, your clothes and boots will get dirty sooner or later."

Ange walked to Mengton and carefully checked the boots again: "Mengton, don't worry about me, it's my first time to wear such a good robe.

And these soft leather boots, do you know how comfortable the soles of my feet are when walking? I really like them.

Seven Gods, what you don’t understand is that in my opinion, only nobles can dress up like this, and this is actually my soldier’s robe. "

Compared with the clothes of the nobles, the dyeing process and material of Kleib's soldier's blue robe were several levels lower. This was mainly due to Ange's lack of knowledge. This was a beautiful misunderstanding.

Appearance is also a kind of combat power. Green attaches great importance to the beauty and uniformity of soldiers' clothing.

Born as a civilian and later living as a vagabond mercenary, this was the first time in An Gai's life that he had worn such formal and good-looking clothes.

Meng Dun said naively: "Everyone has come here like this, and you will get used to it after a while. We used to wear gray robes, but recently we changed to blue robes."

An Gai scratched the back of his head and said sheepishly: "It may take me a little longer to get used to it."

Seeing An Gai's interest in these clothes, Mengton added: "We will kill more today and move faster. There are not many mercenaries sneaking in. Because you are the personal guard of the Lord, you performed better today. It’s possible to get a cloak embroidered with Kleb’s coat of arms in advance.”

An Gai's eyes lit up and he said, "How come I haven't seen it before? Do you have it?"

Mengton nodded his head naively.

An Gai was confused: "Why haven't I seen your cloak before?"

Mengton chuckled and replied: "I'm worried about breaking it. Unless there is an order, I won't be willing to put it on."

An Gai nodded in agreement: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's leave quickly! Didn't you say there aren't many people in total?"

"Well, I heard from Leiden that it's only 100, which is not enough for us to share."

"Yes, it affects my performance. What does that... cloak look like? Can you let me see yours when you get back?"

Mengton pinned the warhammer: "It's blue, with swamp marigolds embroidered on it. The flowers are huge. If you like me, I can lend it to you first."

"Then I'll treat you to a drink? Hey, I'm really poor now. I'll wait until I get my military pay."

"Just kill a few more. After the fight is over, you can exchange your heads for wine or money."

"What money do you want, of course it's in exchange for wine, Mengton, let's run!"