The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The Night's Watch Dining Room was a long room, with coals burning in iron braziers at both ends, but Tyrion couldn't stop his body from shaking, and the chill followed him like a shadow. He was a little worried that he would forget the taste of warmth as time went by.

He sat down casually at the long, dilapidated table, and not long after, Bronn brought him fishy broth and the black bread that nearly broke his teeth for the first time.

After picking up the wooden spoon and taking a few sips of the soup, Tyrion immediately felt his body warm. Although the taste of this broth was hard to describe, he had to admit that it was a good thing to ward off the cold.

He broke open the black bread with difficulty and threw it into the broth, saying, "Sir, are you still used to it?"

Sir Bronn directly picked up the wooden bowl, drank a big mouthful of broth, wiped the soup on his beard, and said: "Apart from the cold, it is more comfortable than staying in King's Landing, but that won't necessarily be the case after a long time."

Tyrion stirred the soup with a spoon and said, "Haha, the cold is enough to keep the people here busy. They don't have time to think about conspiracies all day long like the adults in King's Landing."

Bronn grinned: "According to your opinion, those gentlemen are really boring."

After a pause, he leaned forward and lowered his voice: "Master Tyrion, how long are you going to stay here? I miss my son Tyrion Stokeworth very much right now."

Tyrion raised his eyebrows: "It seems that your well-behaved son is still in his mother's belly, right?"

He also leaned forward, and then said in a deep voice: "Also, do you really want to know what I am going to do?"

The smile on Bronn's face suddenly froze, and he sighed: "Forget it, curiosity can kill people. This is a valuable experience I learned when I was a mercenary."

Tyrion laughed: "No wonder Greene would entrust you with the task of protecting me. He must value your cleverness... Well, as your friend, I want to remind you that you can trust Greene's generosity, but Never test his kindness, this is my valuable experience.”

As he spoke, he took out his money bag and threw it over: "If you feel bored, you can follow the brothers in black to Mole Village to dig for 'treasures under the ground'."

Mole Village is located on the side of the King's Road, about two miles from Castle Black. Three-quarters of it is underground and consists of deep and warm cellars connected to each other through intricate tunnels. The Women's Branch is also underground.

The Night's Watch calls the prostitutes of Mole Village "treasures beneath the ground."

After catching the money bag, Bronn showed a familiar wretched look on his face: "Honorable Master, Bronn is always at your disposal."

"Come back and tell me about their charming a**, well, I just want to enrich my knowledge."

"Aren't you going with us?"

"I'm very busy. I am the guardian of the Great Wall and a solid shield for the people of the Seven Kingdoms."

Tyrion is a pseudo-Watchman who has not yet sworn the oath of the Night's Watch in front of the Heart Tree, but at this moment he is feeling like a real Night's Watchman.

Sir Bronn blinked, shrugged, and said, "Shall I find a painter to draw all the treasures?"

Tyrion raised his eyebrows: "Will you wear clothes? After all, it is very cold here, and you are a knight with compassion."

Sir Bronn said in surprise: "Let the treasures wear clothes to work? Don't you think your request is excessive?"

The two of them fell silent for a moment, and soon there was obscene laughter.

After happily finishing breakfast, Tyrion mocked a few provocative Night's Watchmen. The result... After Bronn knocked down those people with his fists, his right eye socket was swollen and he walked with a limp.

Then, Tyrion was called over by Commander-in-Chief Jeor Mormont.

Command Tower (a tower in Castle Black).

When Tyrion entered the conference room, in addition to the Lord Commander, he also saw Maester Aemon and Master Alliser, as well as Bowen Marsh, the chief steward of the Night's Watch.

Jeor Mormont is already bald, and his furry gray beard hangs down to his chest. Although he is old, his body looks as strong as a bear.

He pointed to the chair opposite and said, "Sit down."

Tyrion nodded humbly in thanks, moved to the chair, and climbed up awkwardly.

After Tyrion sat down, Jeor Mormont said slowly: "Welcome, Tyrion Lannister. Although the southerners regard the place of highest honor as a place of exile, I am glad that you like it. here."

Last time, Tyrion only had a simple meeting with Commander-in-Chief Mormont, this time it was considered a formal interview.

Tyrion stroked his chest and said, "Thank you, Commander-in-Chief. Well, I'm trying to adapt to the habits here."

Hearing this, Commander-in-Chief Mormont smiled and said: "Yes, you did a good job. Fist is the most sincere greeting among the Night Watchmen. Believe me, they are all good boys."

Ser Alliser, sitting next to the Lord Commander, added: "The exchange of fists is not forbidden on the Wall, but the use of weapons is absolutely forbidden, Lannister."

Tyrion pursed his lips and smiled at Ser Alliser: "Master Coach, you can call me the Lannister Killer."

The gentle voice of a centenarian, Maester Aemon, sounded: "Tyrion, the moment you entered the Great Wall, your past disappeared. I hope you will become a member of the Night's Watch as soon as possible, and join the glorious team. The brothers of the Night Watch guard the end of the world together."

Tyrion said solemnly: "I am also looking forward to that day."

After a pause, he continued: "Excuse me, if you want to become a brother of the Night Watch, do you have to take an oath?"

boom!

Coach Alliser slammed his fist on the table and said angrily: "Cunning Lannister, this has been a tradition of the Night's Watch for thousands of years!"

Tyrion ignored the angry Ser Alliser and stared at the majestic Lord Commander Mormont.

The old bear stared at Tyrion for a while and said, "What is your reason?"

Tyrion stretched out a finger to scratch his cheek and said: "I am very aware of my weaknesses. I am worried that I will bring shame to the glorious Night's Watch because I cannot control my lower body."

Coach Alliser sneered and said, "If you don't want to swear, I can have you sent back to the dungeon of King's Landing. I think..."

The old bear raised his hand slightly, stopped Sir Alliser from speaking, and said: "Tyrion Lannister, you have a good mind. The Night's Watch needs people like you very much."

After a pause, he continued: "Since I took office, or even longer ago, the goods sent to the Great Wall... are either stable boys, thieves or rapists. You have seen it with your own eyes, right? You have seen it with your own eyes. , the Night's Watch legion is gradually withering... We have less than a thousand manpower left, six hundred are guarding here, two hundred are in the Shadow Tower, the garrison in Eastwatch is even less, and less than three of them are actually capable of fighting. one."

He added: "The Great Wall of Despair stretches from the Frost and Snow Fang Mountains in the west to Seal Bay in the east, which is a full three hundred miles long. The savage army in the north may go south at any time, but I can only Three men to guard every mile."

Tyrion's black and green eyes moved slightly, and he said: "I think Duke Stark would be happy to help... Well, it took a lot of effort in the North to end the war, and the losses were not small... By the way, isn't it still?" Is there another descendant of the First Men willing to support us? I mean Duke Green Kleb of the South."

Old Xiong nodded: "Yes, Duke Kleb has not forgotten the traditions of his ancestors. He not only provided a lot of supplies for the Night Watch Legion, but also helped Langcrow select more than a hundred strong young people."

Tyrion smiled slightly and thought silently: But.

Mr. Xiong leaned back in his chair and sat for a while before continuing: "But they are not warriors. They still need a long period of training before they can barely go to the battlefield. What the Night Watchmen have to deal with is a war that can break out at any time, even It’s a war between the dead and the living.”

Coach Alliser clenched his fist and said with a mocking tone: "In the entire King's Landing, except Duke Green, all the other nobles thought we were joking."

Mr. Xiong nodded with a heavy face and said: "This is the hardest part. Most people regard the Great Wall as a gathering place for criminals. They don't believe in the Night Watch, but we can't just watch the White Walkers break through the Great Wall, because This is our sacred mission.”

Tyrion looked solemnly and said: "Commander-in-Chief, apart from the corpses that night, did you find anything else?"

Mr. Xiong smiled and said, "It seems that you are still doubtful."

Tyrion shrugged and replied: "I believe at least half of it, but we need to convince the lords of the Seven Kingdoms."

"It makes sense." After a pause, the old bear asked Tyrion: "Young man, how many winters have you experienced?"

Tyrion thought for a moment and replied: "Eight."

Mr. Xiong continued to ask: "And it's not long, right?"

Tyrion nodded: "You are right, my lord."

Tyrion heard from the maester of Casterly Rock that he was born in the middle of winter. It was a particularly cold winter that lasted for three years.

The old bear's tone became heavy: "When I was very young, I heard that the long summer would be followed by an even longer winter. This summer has been ten years... Tyrion, the day has gradually faded. It is an undeniable fact that summer will be shortened and an unprecedented dark era is coming.”

Tyrion frowned and couldn't help but repeat his previous question: "Any other discoveries?"

Maester Aemon answered Tyrion's question: "Twenty-two days ago, the fishermen on the east coast saw white ghosts walking on the shore."

After a pause, he continued: "The King Beyond the Wall led the savages south. There has never been such a large-scale migration before. Perhaps we should not say that they were not attacking the Great Wall, but to escape the White Walkers."

Combining various intelligence, Tyrion has almost confirmed that the White Walkers or corpses have indeed appeared, and he may really want to save the world...

After a moment of silence, Tyrion said seriously: "There is only one way to dispel the suspicion of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms."

The eyes of Mr. Xiong and others all moved over, and he continued: "We need to capture a corpse and send it to King's Landing. Witnessing it with your own eyes is more convincing than any words."

"Capturing corpses alive..." After muttering, Old Xiong nodded and said, "Please continue."

Tyrion spread his hands and said: "I think...if only corpses turned into ghouls at night, you would have done this long ago,"

Seeing Maester Aemon nodding to him, Tyrion grinned: "It seems that becoming a wight requires a kiss from a white walker."

Mr. Xiong closed his eyes for a while and then opened them again, saying: "I will personally take the rangers to the Ghost Forest."

Tyrion couldn't help but open his eyes wide and stared at the old bear who was not joking with him for a while. He had to admit his greatness, but... was he a little too impulsive?

"Lord Commander-in-Chief, as far as I know... our rangers often disappear there. Please forgive me, have you ever thought about how much damage you will cause to the Night Watch Legion if something unexpected happens to you? Also, what if? While you are away from the Great Wall, if the Wildling Legion or the White Walkers suddenly attack, who will command the Night's Watch to fight? If you appoint a temporary commander-in-chief, can you guarantee that all the Night's Watch will obey that person's orders? "

Elder Xiong caressing the "Long Claw" sword: "..."

The instructor who was begging to come with him said: "..."

The old bachelor looked at Tyrion with a smile: "..."

Tyrion spread his hands and smiled at them.

The bear-head-shaped long-handled sword was fastened to his waist by Mr. Xiong. He coughed lightly and said, "Sir Alliser brought me an autographed letter from Duke Kleb. In the letter, he mentioned their family. The lesson passed down from generation to generation: Winter is coming, and when the long night falls, the Night Watch is the only barrier that can protect the kingdom and resist the forces of darkness sweeping from the north. "

Then, he looked directly at Tyrion: "At the end of the letter, he recommended you to me with the honor of Kleb, and asked the Night Watch Legion to pay attention to your ability. I am now... with the Night Watch In the name of the 997th Commander-in-Chief of the People’s Army, I invite you to be my affairs officer.”

Tyrion quickly climbed off the chair, bowed and said, "Commander-in-Chief, thank you for your trust. This is a great honor for me."

Elder Xiong smiled and said: "I will leave the task of catching the ghouls alive to Bunyan. My affairs officer, do you have any other suggestions?"

Tyrion thought for a moment and said, "Sir, can we offer a reward to the wildlings in the north?"

Alliser immediately shouted angrily: "Cunning Lannister! You actually want to cooperate with those wildlings? Do you know how many brothers of the Night's Watch have died in their hands?!"

Tyrion tilted his head slightly: "Master Coach, we have a common enemy at the moment, and our hatred can wait until we win. But if we lose, we will not even have the chance for revenge."

Ser Alliser pursed her lips, stood up abruptly, and said angrily: "If you have the guts, take up your weapon and talk to me again!"

Tyrion put his little hands behind his back and grinned: "I am a legendary assassin known to all seven countries. You must defeat Sir Bronn first before you are qualified to challenge me."

Ser Alliser's chest heaved several times, and then he stormed out of the room.

The old bear's face turned red and he seemed to be suppressing a smile. Tyrion suddenly felt that the Commander-in-Chief was a very cute old man who understood the dwarf's humor.

After a pause, the old bear cleared his throat and said: "Officer Tyrion, in a week at most, King Stannis will visit Castle Black. I hope you will accompany him to welcome him."

Hearing this, Tyrion took a step back: "Are you sure he won't burn me to death?"

The old bear ignored Tyrion's fear: "You have served as prime minister and have rich experience in this kind of thing. I am optimistic about you."

Tyrion immediately retracted his previous opinion. This old man is not cute at all!