The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Lancel's sarcasm was annoying.

Tyrion couldn't help but call to Lancel's followers and carry Lancel away. The world became beautiful and quiet.

Tyrion threw a few pieces of wood into the bonfire: "Queen Cersei may ask you to be in charge of the Kingswood hunting in two days."

Green leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed.

Green took a sip of summer red and looked at Tyrion.

Tyrion shrugged: "My sister has strong emotions, whether she loves you or hates her. When she likes you, she wants to give everything to you."

Tyrion suppressed the smile on his face and spoke seriously: "If you hate me, you will want to kill me. The more cruel you are, the happier you will be."

Tyrion reached for the jug and poured the wine while saying: "You will be very busy next. My old sister, well, she loves you the most among all the people in King's Landing."

Tyrion could not be serious for more than three seconds before his words turned into ridicule.

Green slightly curved the corners of his lips: "Sir Tyrion, I will try not to make any mistakes and extend Her Royal Highness the Queen's favor as much as possible. Thank you for your advice."

Tyrion grinned: "Yes, extend it as much as possible, last as long as possible, like a man... Well, I almost made a joke about Sister Cersei's love."

Tyrion raised his glass in the direction of the Red Keep: "Forgive me, my dearest sister!"

Green couldn't help but smile.

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Mengton and Ange, one wide and one tall, were sitting around a bonfire in another part of the backyard.

Ange drank the malt wine happily and focused his attention on the direction of Green not far away.

Menton put a fist-sized piece of roast beef into his mouth, chewed it for a while and swallowed it: "Angai, don't just drink. Today's smoked meat tastes great."

An Gai reached out and tore off the meat on the plate and put it into his mouth: "Not bad, but I still prefer malt wine."

Mengton said naively: "The malt wine here tastes average, but the marigold malt wine tastes better."

An Gai was confused: "Is it famous? Why haven't I heard of it? Marigold...could it be?"

Menton's big head nodded: "It's the ale of our territory. It used to have several names. Later, I heard that Butler Herschel improved the process and decided on a new name. Unfortunately, you can't drink it for the time being."

An Gai would glance around every once in a while.

An Gai stretched and moved his eyes. Even though it was dark, An Gai's eyes were still shining.

After finishing the action, An Gai said: "Thank you to the Seven Gods, thank you to Lord Green. Although I haven't been there yet, I finally have a home. I love Whispering City."

An Gai took a big sip of malt wine and wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand: "When I go back, I want to find a bride, I want to give birth to a son, and I want to teach archery carefully...Seven Gods, things were precarious in the past. I don’t even dare to think about it.”

Meng Dun smiled naively: "If you kill more people, you will get enough credit. Master Green will reward you with the manor."

An Gai nodded heavily and suddenly said: "I wonder if the girls in Whispering City will like me!"

Mengton thought for a while and said in a naive voice: "Women in Whispering City can't lose to men in a fight. You are quite good-looking. You have to be careful. If I like you, I will carry you away directly. If you can't beat me, , you will be hers from now on."

Why fight? Why resist!

Oh my god, is Whispering City the hometown of the Seven Gods? There is such a wonderful place in the world!

"Actually, I quite like being passive."

After saying that, An Gai's smile was a little lewd.

The smart Mengton understood Ange's smile and laughed along with him.

The two people who were laughing suddenly stopped, and their eyes were fixed on the same place at the same time.

Petyr's attendants had just walked into the backyard under the guidance of the Green attendants. They subconsciously felt the hair on their backs and froze in their tracks, not daring to move again.

He felt that he was suddenly being stared at by two or several beasts, as if if he moved again, his neck would be bitten off by the beasts.

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The feeling of being in danger disappeared, and Petyr's attendant's back was indeed wet with cold sweat.

He did not dare to look up. After being reminded again by Attendant Green, he moved his steps with difficulty and subconsciously slowed down his breathing.

Petyr's attendant finally walked up to Greene tremblingly and bowed very respectfully.

He promised that he was more submissive now than when he faced Petyr, from the bottom of his heart.

Tyrion observed with interest this Petyr squire whom he had met several times.

Squire Petyr almost bent his figure into an inverted V, holding up the folded letter of invitation in both hands.

Green commented that the etiquette of the attendants trained by Petyr was too high.

Green motioned to his attendant to take the invitation letter.

After Petyr's attendants left, Tyrion finally couldn't help but hold his stomach and laugh.

Green looked at Tyrion who was about to give up, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "I'm also surprised that Lord Petyr's attendant is too polite. You seem to already know something?"

Tyrion waved his little hand, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and then said: "You are the king of beasts, and you have long been accustomed to the beasts around you. If I hadn't been in contact with the Magic Mountain, your guard would have scared the shit out of me. He was Scared."

[Gregor Clegane, a sworn knight loyal to the Lannister family, nicknamed the Mountain, is extremely tall, cruel and bloodthirsty, and likes to kill. 】

Tyrion smiled and used himself as an example, not minding making fun of himself at all.

At this time, Green read the contents of the invitation letter and frowned slightly: "It's actually Duke Jon who wants to see me."

Tyrion's eyes moved, and he reached out to take the letter in Green's hand.

Tyrion looked at it seriously: "This is a ghostwriter, the tone is too polite!"

Tyrion patted his thigh and continued: "Look at me, I'm drunk. It's obviously Petyr's ghostwriting."

Tyrion pinched his chin and murmured: "It's not that I'm looking down on you. After all, you're just a baron. The Hand of the King invites you, and the Finance Minister does errands. The specifications are excessive and abnormal."

Green nodded slightly: "This is not giving me a chance to refuse."

Tyrion agreed: "Yes! That's what it's for!"

Tyrion thought, his eyes moving back and forth.

Green suddenly asked: "Has Petyr always been so courageous?"

Why ask if Petyr is brave? There was confusion on Tyrion's face: "He is a man who is tightly armed with elegance and is very cautious..."

As he spoke, Tyrion paused as if he thought of something, and met Green's steady gaze: "It looks like he has floated on the water, but actually..."

Hiding in the city, Green could not translate this sentence in Westeros: "Huiquan really loves you. It seems that he stands out in front of the crowd, but he is standing in the place that is most easily ignored. "

Tyrion said: "Tight time, high-profile invitation, the light of the king's hand... Littlefinger is indeed cunning!"

Green was a little confused. Was he being underestimated? still…….

As agreed, I will try the second update today. Please vote for your support!