The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Lord Tywin frowned. Ser Kevan looked over and tapped his chin.

"I'm sorry, my lords."

After apologizing, Ser Kevan walked over and opened the door to the room. He saw a panic-stricken Lancel Lannister, the eldest son who looked about the same age as himself.

As soon as the door opened, Lancel's panicked voice immediately entered the study: "It's bad! Running Wolf's army attacked... uh... father?"

Sir Kevan's calm face stopped Lancel. He was anxious to report immediately. It was only at this moment that he discovered the situation in the room and the identities of those people... They seemed to be discussing important government affairs.

"Uh... uh..." Lancel opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Ser Kevan couldn't help but secretly sigh. Because of Tyrion's vacancy, Lannister had to promote Lancel who stayed in the temple all day.

The father understood his son, and how could Lancel replace the clever Tyrion with his abilities? It was just that the accident came too suddenly.

Looking at his eldest son whose face became haggard due to serious injuries, Sir Kevan sighed secretly again.

"Let him continue." Lord Tywin's voice came from behind.

Hearing this, Sir Kevan stepped aside. Lancel did not dare to look at his father and walked in directly to salute: "Good day, gentlemen, I...I am..."

Duke Tywin glanced at Lancel, who was too plainly dressed and nervous, and frowned: "Don't waste our time."

Lancel glanced around and saw: the Duke of Metz who stared at him majestically, the Lord of the Sea who looked down at the map, and the Duke of Green who looked at him with a friendly expression.

He swallowed his saliva and said: "Duke Tywin, the messenger crow of the Earl of Duskendale just sent important news. Yesterday morning, they were plundered by the Northern Cavalry and suffered heavy losses."

After a pause, Duke Tywin said: "I understand, you can go out first."

"Yes, as you command, Lord Tywin."

After Lancel left, there was a silence in the study. Green suddenly heard a sigh, which was very soft. He found that the sound was made by Duke Mace, and he also found that Duke Tywin also heard it.

Duke Tywin glanced at Duke Mace coldly, and then broke the silence: "Kevan, in my name, summon all the free riders in King's Landing. Go and tell them that the commission will be doubled."

When the old lion finished speaking, Green saw the Duke of Metz stroking his beard and nodding in agreement, and he couldn't help but curl his lips slightly.

"I'll make arrangements right away." Sir Kevan puffed out his chest and left.

Creaking, the door closed.

Duke Tywin glanced at the people present and said calmly: "Everyone, let's continue."

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Lancel was heading to the royal chapel in the Red Keep, intending to repent for his instability today.

"Cousin Lancel."

Joffrey's call stopped Lancel in his tracks. The church was so close, but Joffrey came so quickly that he had no time to pretend not to hear.

Joffrey's maroon horse stopped in front of Lancel, "whispered" and shook his head.

Taking two steps back, Lancel stroked his chest and said, "Good day, Your Majesty the King."

Joffrey sat on the saddle and looked down at Lancel, who seemed to have lost all desire. He pursed his lips and said, "My dog, do you know him? He is a Lannister monk."

The hound pulled the reins and said, "He is not a true monk, my king."

Joffrey suddenly said angrily: "Of course I know, damn dog!"

After they finished speaking, Lancel said in a calm voice: "Your Majesty the King, if you have no instructions, please allow me to leave."

He added: "May the gods bless you."

Joffrey was startled for a moment, then chuckled: "Dog, you are wrong, he is more of a monk than a real monk."

He looked at Lancel with great interest for a while and said, "I can give you an order to help you and make you a real monk immediately."

Hearing this, Lancel couldn't help but take a half step back. He couldn't maintain the calm expression he pretended to have: "This... I need to ask Duke Tywin... before I can do it."

"very good."

Hearing Lancel threaten him with Duke Tywin, Joffrey's face instantly turned cold: "I want you to tell me why you hurried to the Prime Minister's Tower just now and what happened?"

Lancel sensed Joffrey's ill intentions. He backed away again, opened his mouth and said, "Hug... I'm sorry... This matter also needs Lord Tywin's consent."

Joffrey looked like he had known he would be like this. He smiled excitedly, stretched out his hand to pick up a roll of rope hanging on the saddle, and threw it to the hounds.

"My dog, go and tie Lancel's hands with that, and then give me the end of the rope. I want to take my monk cousin for a walk."

The hunting dog glanced at the thick rope in his hand and said, "As you command, King."

The tall and strong Sandor jumped off his horse and strode over. Lancel was so frightened that he knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, please, please let me go."

Seeing that Lancel was about to be frightened to death, Joffrey chuckled, leaned forward, and said: "If you are honest, I will only take you for a run, otherwise... I won't break one of your legs until you break it." will stop."

"me……"

"Dog, what are you waiting for?!"

"Don't... don't... I said... please... I said..."

Listening to what Lancel said with a tearful voice, Joffrey's face turned darker and darker.

Lancel continued: "..., the villages near Dusk Valley Town were almost ransacked, if they hadn't closed the city gate in time..."

Joffrey had no patience to listen anymore, and he was no longer even interested in the "toy" in front of him. He kicked his spurs sharply and rode away, followed closely by the Kingsguard.

As the sound of horse hooves faded away, and remembering Joffrey's expression when he left, Lancel realized that he must have caused trouble for Lannister.

Go find Queen Cersei immediately. This was Lancel's first reaction in desperation, but he quickly put his foot down.

He has long been tired of Cersei, and his journey of repentance is far from over. Even if he dies, he will never make another **** mistake.

Father, I cannot implicate him.

Dang~dang~dang~

At this time, the melodious bells of the Great Sept of Baelor came, as if falling from the sky.

Lancel was shocked. He already had the Seven Gods, but why was he so scared just now? Standing there with his eyes closed, he prayed devoutly and repented for his shameful behavior.

There was only peace on Lancel's face. He took off his boots and walked towards the Great Sept of Baelor. He would go on foot, which was also a confession to the gods in the sky.

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At the gate of the Prime Minister's Tower, Green, Duke Metz and Count Matus walked out surrounded by guards.

Duke Mace looked back and said with emotion: "Duke Tywin is really hardworking..."

It sounded like he was caring about Duke Tywin, but the keen Lord Greene could hear Golden Rose's gloating.

Green coughed lightly and said, "After all, Duke Tywin is responsible for the entire Seven Kingdoms."

Count Matus nodded and said: "Duke Tywin's strategy is correct. To deal with the northern cavalry who are good at attacking, dispatching cavalry can catch them as soon as possible and take the initiative on the battlefield, but..."

"Yes, but."

Green glanced at Count Matus and said, "Without the leadership of many sworn knights, the unorganized Free Riders cannot defeat the elite Northern Cavalry."

Duke Mace touched his beard and added: "Duke Tywin can only wait for the sworn knights of the Western Region to arrive at King's Landing, otherwise... if there is another defeat on the battlefield, it may shake the hearts of the Seven Kingdoms."

After saying that, he let out a long sigh, and at the same time... he finally suppressed the corners of his lips that were about to rise.

While walking, the Duke of Metz put his hands behind his back and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that little running wolf knows something about the art of war."

The Earl of Matus first glanced at the Duke of Metz. After a while, he couldn't help but ask: "Lord Metz, please forgive me for being presumptuous, but have you thought of a good idea?"

The Duke of Metz stroked his beard, cleared his throat, and said: "If it were me, I would have already arranged for heavy troops to enter the Riverlands. This kind of cavalry, which is good at harassing, cannot give them a chance to breathe."

After hearing this, Count Matus was slightly startled. It seemed that... it was really a good idea.

Green nodded at this time and said: "What you mean is... to compress their running space... If Duke Tywin uses this method, the wolves will definitely be desperate."

Earl Matus blinked, but... he quickly thought of the issue of "Tyrlean Art". The Riverlands is very big... This tactic requires a large number of troops, and the West is not the Riverlands. They can do it. It's not enough to summon a large number of troops in a short time, not to mention... the Western Territory was swept by the Stark-Tully coalition not long ago.

Duke Metz looked proud and talked and laughed with Duke Green. Count Matus opened his mouth and finally wisely chose to keep his objections.

When they were about to reach the stables, they saw Margaery and her group of maids. Green's eyebrows were slightly raised. She seemed to be here for him.

The Duke of Metz quickened his pace. He smiled heartily and said, "Oh, Margery, I'm still curious about how I could smell the honey-like fragrance of flowers."

He spread his hands and said, "Oh, my daughter, you are so beautiful today that I am amazed and praise the gods."

Margery walked over with light steps, her beautiful eyes flashed with joy, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing a row of white teeth.

When she heard her father's praise, she couldn't help but chuckle, and the clear laughter made her feel happy.

She bowed lightly: "Father, Duke Greene, Count Matus, good day."

Everyone returned the greeting, and Margaery reached out to hold her father's arm and said, "Father, I have already begun to prepare for the task you have given me."

The Duke of Metz stroked his beard for a moment and asked in confusion: "Mission? What mission..."

He seemed to have just remembered: "Oh, yes, the trade between Tyrell and Kleb, I'll help you."

Margery nodded slightly, looked at Green, and said, "If your time permits, let's find a place to talk, Duke Green."

Green nodded slightly, showed a smile, and said: "You can do it at any time, you are so thoughtful, Miss Margery."

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The second floor of the Red Castle dungeon is dedicated to holding nobles, with small single cells.

Tyrion leaned against the cold wall and took a sip of wine. Last night... he dreamed of Tysha (his ex-wife) smiling and kissing him.

He actually killed the Red Viper? The world is full of lies. His ex-wife told him this truth early on. She was so kind.

Tyrion snorted and took another sip of wine.

With a clang, the small window on the cell door was suddenly opened, and then Uncle Kevan's voice came: "Tyrion."

The cell had a reasonably comfortable bed with a bedspread, a small square table and a chair.

Tyrion moved the chair and climbed up. He saw Uncle Kevan looking tired through the small window.

He grinned: "Ah ha, the task of rebuilding the Mud Gate and the King's Gate has fallen on you. I know it is very troublesome because I have experienced it."

Sir Kevan sighed feebly, paused, and said directly: "Tyrion, the government affairs of reconstruction are indeed very important, but it cannot absolve you."

Tyrion naturally knew it was impossible, but he couldn't help but test it, because what happened to him was so "miraculous" that if the crime was not too serious, he would actually be willing to admit that it was true.

"Uncle Kevan, do you believe that a drunk dwarf killed the Red Viper, which is known to all seven kingdoms? He has learned how to kill people since he was a child, and I... can only beg for mercy when I meet a stronger woman."

Sir Kevan sighed again: "Yes, everyone knows that there are many doubts in this, but... there are only you, Prince Oberyn's mistress and the body in the room. Many people saw the murder weapon in your hand. Prove...you are the murderer."

Tyrion opened his mouth and said, "Didn't the Red Viper's mistress say anything unusual?"

Sir Kevan shook his head slightly and said: "If you want to clear your name, you must find evidence to prove that you have nothing to do with this matter."

He glanced at Tyrion: "Didn't you think of anything these days?"

Tyrion scratched his hair and said: "I'm almost thinking about it. I just remember that we drank a lot of wine. The mistress brought by Prince Oberyn drank a lot with me, but she got drunk very quickly... …”

After a pause, he continued: "According to my father's order, I wholeheartedly flattered Prince Martell who came from afar. I talked to him about all kinds of beauties, wines and wines that he was interested in. The more we talked, the happier we became, and the happier we were. The more I drink, the more I drink, and like most people who drink too much, I fall asleep without even realizing it.”

Sir Kevan was silent for a while and said, "Lord Tywin has decided to hold your trial publicly in seven days."

Tyrion's pupils shrank suddenly: "So fast?"

After another silence, Sir Kevan said slowly: "Not only are the evidences against you, but the external situation is also very unfavorable to you. Robb Stark has recaptured Harrenhal, and his cavalry has appeared in Duskendale. Town, it’s very close to King’s Landing.”

He sighed again: "Lannister needs time, we are not ready for a decisive battle yet."

Tyrion's hands tightly grasped the window frame and said: "So, in order to prevent Prince Doran from becoming another Robb Stark, my kind father impatiently offered the head of his dwarf son with both hands? ?”