Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 155 Guest Gifts
"You gave the order to the gold robe?" Duke Tywin's tone was sullen.

"I didn't let him kill." Cersei turned her face away.

That idiot Loras wanted to kill someone. I heard that the boy who was still lying on the bed and killed the Devil Mountain had already killed six golden robes when Uncle Kefeng arrived with his men.

"At the meeting just now, Oberyn Martell laughed at us severely, Cersei." Uncle Kevan said. "When they take our bread and salt, guest rights are in effect."

"They have never been guests, uncle. Stannis wants to take the throne of Little Joe, and that kid named Cole is just a lowly person promoted by Stannis who has no one to use." Cersei spoke fiercely.

"Enough is enough, the stupid things you have done have already discredited the royal family." Tywin reprimanded.

Cersei flashed a trace of fear in her heart, but was quickly covered up by anger, "If the gods have eyes, they should let the magic mountain kill that white-haired boy. Little Joe's bones are still cold, and I will definitely not let anyone go." The real murderer."

"You suspect he is the murderer?" Uncle Kevan asked.

"No, the murderer is that dwarf." Cersei's eyes were hard.

"Pay attention to your words, Cersei. After all, Tyrion is your brother, and the gods have acquitted him." The duke reminded her.

"We have lost enough face, you should understand your father." Ser Kevan's face flashed with sorrow.

"Then who has come to understand me!" She was like a roaring lioness, "Do you know how I felt when I held Xiao Qiao's cold body?"

Tears rolled down her face.

"We understand your grief, Cersei. But if the royal family loses its prestige, it will no longer be able to restrain the ministers under it. Aerys is the best lesson." Tywin told her. "You should be concerned about Tommen's affairs now. Go back."

Cersei wiped away her tears and stood up angrily, "I am the queen mother, father."

She waved her sleeves and left.

"As willful as mother and child, I wonder if I should take Tommen by my side."

Ser Kevan sighed. "You were too hard on her, Tywin. After all."

Cole held Winter Night with the blade facing down. He squatted on a step, holding the hilt of the sword in a fist with one hand, and placed the other hand on the fist, tapping his index finger up and down.

He is like a blood-colored statue, his body and face are stained with coagulated bloodstains.

Hundreds of Lannister's red-robed guards stood outside the gate of the yard. Duran, who was seriously injured, was sent to the bachelor's residence for treatment, while there were only 11 soldiers and servants who followed him from Dragonstone Island. .

Cole's face was terribly gloomy, and he let Caesar get close to the sky of Dragonstone Island. Now Caesar is no longer suitable for close-air reconnaissance because of his size.

The battle was burning on Dragonstone, and he saw a fleet encircling the entire island.

"My lord, you can't go in."

There was a loud noise from outside the yard.

Cole's thoughts were disturbed, Oberon's figure appeared at the door, and he brought Tyrion.

"I heard you beat up the Tyrell boy?" the prince came up.

"If the Lannisters hadn't come, he would be dead now." Cole's voice was as cold as ice.

"Kill that kid, the tens of thousands of roses outside the city will not let you leave easily." Tyrion said.

"Humph" Cole snorted coldly. "Then crush them all."

It was the first time Tyrion had seen him so angry.

"Any news from Dragonstone?" Cole asked them.

Tyrion shook his head. "There are rumors in the market that Dragonstone Island has been breached by the Ironmen."

"No, although there are not many defenders on Dragonstone Island, it is definitely not so easy to capture." Cole said with certainty.

"What are you going to do?" the little devil asked.

"They need support."

"Where are you going to get reinforcements now? The Seven Kingdoms don't have a fleet to go there, and it's not sure what's going on with them," Tyrion said.

"Who said there was no reinforcements." The prince said suddenly.

Tyrion looked at the Red Viper in astonishment.

"I'm going to meet your father, Tyrion." Cole stood up suddenly.

Tyrion shrugged, "Don't ask me, I won't go with you, I have been persuaded by His Royal Highness, and I am going to visit Dorne."

"You have to say goodbye to the master, don't you? It just so happens that we can go on the same journey."

He walked to the door, and the Lannister soldiers were facing the enemy one by one.

"Take me to see the Prime Minister." Cole said to the generals leading the group of Lannisters.

"My lord, I have to send someone to ask the Prime Minister for instructions first."

Cole nodded.

Stepping up the spiral staircase of the Prime Minister's Tower, two guards stopped at the door, "My lord, please leave your weapons here for now."

Cole unloaded the sword and handed it to him, and the Lannister guard pushed the door open.

He went straight in, and Lord Tywin was sitting at the desk.

"You want to see me?" the Prime Minister asked.

"Yes, my lord."

Tywin looked at him, "You always remind me of an old friend. At that time he was young and charming, and he was very decisive in his actions."

Later people said he was crazy.

"I heard that the child seems to have some grievances with you. I don't know what happened in the morning." The Duke explained.

"You once managed the Seven Kingdoms in an orderly manner. I believe that your justice is strict, my lord. I am not here to ask for guilt, but to ask for resignation."

"Are you leaving? Where are you going?"

"Of course it's where it came from and where it's going back to." Cole answered him. "You should know more about Dragonstone Island than I do?"

"I'm sorry about Stannis." Tywin's indifferent golden pupils were as calm as his tone. "Although he did some wrong things."

"Wrong thing?" Cole asked him.

"We don't have any grievances, Cole. I have always engraved your achievements in the riverlands in my heart, and Kevan also highly appreciates you." Tywin said.

Cole sneered in his heart, without resentment, that's not necessarily the case.

"Shireen Baratheon is Tommen's cousin. We shouldn't fight, but now that the enemy is out, the family should be united. What do you think?" the Duke continued. "The King intends to make you Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Fleet."

"I was." Cole smiled softly.

"A naval commander without a ship?" Tywin stopped his stylus, "We will rebuild a fleet for you, at least fifty warships."

"Don't worry about it, Prime Minister." Cole saluted slightly, "I'm leaving immediately, and I'm here to say goodbye to you. Thank you very much for your care over the past few days."

He turned around and walked out the door, turning his back to Tywin and said, "There is a guest gift I gave to Lord Tommen outside the door, I hope he likes it."

When the guests leave, the host will give each other a "guest gift", which means that the sacred guest rights come to an end.At the same time, guests will also present "guest gifts" to the host to express their gratitude to the other party for providing food and shelter.

(End of this chapter)