iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 363 Green's Transaction

The golden dragon was held between the jailer's two fingers, shining brightly outside the small window.

damn it!
Tyrion was furious because that was the last gold dragon and the only coin he had.

He remembered... when Padron was running errands, he gave the purse on his body directly to the mercenary as a reward.

He was indeed the worst Lannister, not even having coins to deal with the jailer's harassment.

Oh, I almost forgot that he is an ugly dwarf abandoned by the Lannisters.

Then he thought of his golden nose, but the hand he raised moved slightly and then was put behind his back.

Tyrion smiled and said, "My handsome jailer, are you blackmailing a member of the royal family?"

He grinned. “Need I remind you that despite my short stature, I am actually the king’s uncle?”

As soon as the words fell, the big face on the small window quickly disappeared, and then the low voices of several people talking were heard again.

Tyrion stepped forward and knocked on the door, and there was a sudden silence outside.

"The king may be merciful, but you have delayed the Duke's business. You will definitely regret coming into this world. I promise."

After a pause, the jailer's voice sounded: "Thank you for the reward, sir. I'll go right away."

Hearing the flattering voice, Tyrion lowered his eyes to look at the hand that habitually reached for his waist.

He flexed his fingers slightly, and the golden dragon hidden outside... He had entrusted Green to hand it all over to Xue Yi. Now that he was a real pauper, he had to get used to this new identity as soon as possible.

…………

Late at night, in the alley.

Green looked up from the map, glanced at the dark night sky outside the window, and said, "Go tell them I'll be there tomorrow morning."

"Yes, my lord."

Four days have passed since the Lannister brothers met, and it seems that Tyrion, who had suffered a great blow, has finally recovered a little.

The flames from the silver candlesticks flickered as Green picked up a large parchment scroll and spread it out on the table. On it was a portrait of a young woman.

After looking down for a while, Green leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temple.

Knock, knock, knock. There was a knock on the door, and Brienne's voice came from outside: "Lord Green, Leighton wants to see you."

Green opened his eyes: "Let him in."

The door was pushed open, Leighton bowed, walked in front of Green, and said, "My master, I just got the news that those sparrows are secretly collecting chains and axes."

ax………

Iron chain...

After a pause, Green nodded his chin and said, "Are there other knights over there?"

Leighton shook his head slightly and replied, "It's still those dozen or so downtrodden knights. They never miss the gatherings of the sparrows, and they pray together every day. They are much more pious than ordinary monks."

Green left his chair, paced back and forth, and asked, "How is Archbishop Zari?"

"While all the archbishops were busy preparing for the election of the Archbishop, Archbishop Zari proposed to personally go to the war-torn Riverlands to comfort them, which earned him great reputation."

After a pause, Leighton added: "The other archbishops also showed him a lot of kindness."

"In the name of Kleber Company, select some reputable mercenaries..."

Green stood in front of the map of the Seven Kingdoms hanging on the wall, his eyes slowly swept across the Trident River, and said, "Let them secretly protect Archbishop Zari's safety in the Riverlands."

Leighton nodded. "As you command, I will arrange it before Archbishop Zari leaves King's Landing, my lord."

Green waved his hand: "Go ahead and keep watching those sparrows."

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next morning.

With a creaking sound, the tightly closed cell door was opened and Green walked in.

"Good day, Tyrion."

Tyrion, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, turned his head and glanced at the two waiters following Green. One of them was holding several parchment rolls in his arms, and the other was holding a wine jug and a wine glass.

He grinned and said, "Thank you for coming, Your Excellency the Duke. Good day."

Tyrion's face was clean-shaven, he must have done it on purpose.

Green smiled slightly: "You adapt quickly."

After saying that, he sat on the chair.

Until the waiter left and closed the door, Tyrion picked up the wine glass, took a big sip of summer red, and said: "Green, the Lannister family is your enemy... right?"

Green didn't say anything, just looked at him and made a gesture of invitation.

After a short silence, Tyrion suddenly smiled and said, "According to negotiation skills, I should now say... Hey, I can help you. In fact, the person sitting in front of you is a Lannister assassin."

Seeing Green smiling, Tyrion grinned: "We understand each other. I know that my skills are useless in front of you."

Green shook the wine glass in his hand and said, "Perhaps, only the gods in heaven know everything."

Tyrion chuckled: "But the old man of the Seven is always very tight-lipped."

Then, his smile faded, he stared at Green for a while, and suddenly said: "I need your help. Can you let me appear in Lord Tywin's bedroom or study without disturbing others? Well, in order to give him enough patience to listen to the feelings of the dwarf's son, I ask you to prepare a crossbow for me."

"Tyrion."

He called out first, paused, and then continued, "Your uncle Kevan is very cautious. With him around, it is difficult... or impossible for dangerous weapons to appear around Prime Minister Tywin. You should know better than me that your father's guards are nominally under the full responsibility of the current commander-in-chief of the gold cloaks, Sir Adam, but in fact, Prime Minister Tywin's real guards are Sir Kevan and the red cloaks in his hand."

Tyrion's eyes, one black and one green, trembled. "Green, are you denying my greatest value?"

Green shook his head slightly. He took a sip of the summer red, paused, and sighed, "It can make you, who is so wise, almost lose your mind... It seems that my guess is right. Your wife... That incident must have made her extremely sad."

The whites of Tyrion's eyes were covered with fine bloodshot. "Wisdom... I am the stupidest bastard in the world."

Green looked over and said, "It's not all your fault. You were standing inside the house, so how could you see the whole picture? I just happened to be standing outside the house, so I had doubts." Hearing this, Tyrion closed his eyes. He trembled his lips and said, "Green, I can't thank you enough."

"No need to be grateful."

Green leaned back in his chair and remained silent for a while, then continued: "I just don't want you to live a miserable life in the future."

Tyrion opened his eyelids, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and said, "For example?"

Green picked up the silver wine jug and poured wine into the empty cup. “Those whose hands are stained with the blood of their relatives will not have good consequences.”

Tyrion stared at him for a moment, then said, "Green, to be honest, I don't want to believe a word you say, but I dare not disbelieve you. You terrify me."

Hearing this, Green put down the wine jug and said, "If that is the case, you should be more rational, Tyrion."

He smiled faintly: "At least Kleber's credibility is known to all the seven countries."

Tyrion had been trying to maintain a calm face. He finally showed his haggardness, rubbed his head, and said, "I can't think of it. Maybe you can just tell me... How can I serve you if I want to save my life."

"it is good."

Green looked at Tyrion and said, "Joffrey."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tyrion's pupils shrank suddenly, and he murmured unconsciously: "As expected... As expected..."

Green's lips curved slightly: "As expected?"

Tyrion, still in shock, blurted out: "You want the Iron Throne..."

As he said this, he suddenly reacted and quickly covered his mouth with his hands: Damn it, my mouth accidentally moved in front of my brain again.

Tyrion frantically thought about how to change the subject naturally while observing Grimm's expression out of the corner of his eye.

Green smiled, raised his glass to Tyrion, and said nonchalantly: "You are just speculating privately. This does not violate the laws of the kingdom."

He added: "Did you not suspect that the old lion intended to sit on the Iron Throne himself?"

"My poor nephew."

Tyrion smiled slightly unnaturally, lowered his eyes to look at his still shaking hands, and cursed himself for being a cowardly dwarf.

Green seemed not to notice Tyrion's abnormality. He sighed and continued, "Yes, King Joffrey is indeed pitiful."

After a moment of silence, Tyrion exhaled slowly and whispered, "Green Crabbe, my friend, will you let those innocent people go?"

Green's brown eyes moved slightly: "Tyrion, don't you dislike promises without value?"

Tyrion shrugged. "Lord Green, I have long discovered that your promise is the most valuable thing in the Seven Kingdoms. You and the Lord of Winterfell both value your promises. Of course... you are much more flexible than him, but this does not affect its value."

Green put down his glass and said, "Smart Tyrion, this is a game of thrones. If you want to use your sweet tongue to tie invisible chains for me in advance, I have to rethink your value."

He sighed, "If I were inside and you were outside, I think... you wouldn't choose to take the same risk as me. Your eyes as sharp as fire only saw my means, but not the risks I took?"

He smiled and said, "Or, as a friend, do you sincerely hope that I will walk more steadily?"

Tyrion echoed Grimm and managed a smile.

He exhaled again, stared at Green motionlessly, and said directly: "I'll be honest with you. In fact, I have always been a despicable dwarf who is full of doubts about everyone and everything. I want to know why you believe in me, or why are you so sure that I won't betray you?"

Without saying a word, Green stretched out a hand and randomly pulled out a parchment scroll from the small pile.

He unfolded the parchment, with the back of the paper facing Tyrion. He looked at the painting on it and murmured, "Black hair... blue eyes... very charming... I heard that she used to love to laugh... If she were still alive... perhaps her smile would be filled with sadness..."

As Green spoke, Tyrion's pupils first dilated, then shrank.

"Tessa?!"

He suddenly left the bed and tried to reach out to grab the parchment in Green's hand, but Green raised his hand, making his hand miss.

"Be reasonable, Tyrion."

Green handed the parchment to Tyrion, who had already jumped several times. "This is just a portrait of your wife that I asked the painter to draw based on what he found out about her in the West."

Tyrion grabbed the portrait and placed it in front of his eyes. He paused, his eyes getting hot. "Yes, that's right... She has long black hair and a pair of blue eyes that make people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves... Her mouth is not so big... Her chin is slightly rounder than this..."

Green pointed to the pile of parchments and reminded Tyrion: "There are different ones over there. You can see which one is the most similar."

Tyrion finally looked up from the portrait. He stared at Green blankly, then trotted away.

He unfolded the parchment scroll and looked at it carefully one by one, muttering to himself.

Green took a sip of his summer red and leaned back in his chair quietly.

After a long while, Tyrion stared at one of the portraits motionlessly, muttering: "Tysa... this one looks the most like it... she should look like this now..."

Tyrion first wiped the corners of his eyes roughly, then rubbed his face hard, and then came to Green with a pair of red eyes.

Looking at Tyrion, Green's expression was gentle. "Before the trial begins, I will have a painter dress up as a servant I sent to see you every day. Please recall some of your wife's characteristics."

Tyrion looked up at Green, his body trembling, and he squeezed out his voice from his throat with difficulty: "You want...you plan...you want..."

Green nodded in his cautious and hopeful gaze and said, "I found out that she was expelled to the other side of the strait by your father. I will look for your wife secretly without alerting your father, and I will also ask the Iron Bank for help, as long as Madam Tessa is still alive..."

He smiled gently and said, "You and your wife will be reunited sooner or later. May the gods bless you."

Hot tears kept flowing from the corners of Tyrion's eyes, and he couldn't wipe them away. He simply gave up and knelt down in front of Green. He couldn't help but choke up and said, "Thank you... Thank you so much... I have no way to repay you... I beg you to help me find her... I beg you to give me a chance to make it up to you... I beg you..."

Green reached out and grabbed Tyrion's shoulder: "You should thank yourself more. This is an opportunity to make up for it with your own ability."

He patted it: "Trust me, Tyrion, you still have a long life ahead of you."

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That night, in the large dining room on the first floor of the Prime Minister's Tower, the Kingsguard and Sandor Clegandor, who happened to be dining together, took one look at the simple Monton in a blue robe, who was eating roast meat from a basin, and the two of them started fighting (with bare fists).

After the fight, Monton's head was swollen like a pig's, and Sandor had one leg broken by Monton's mountain-like body. Grand Maester Pycelle told him that he would have to stay in bed for at least three months.

Rumor has it that when Duke Green heard about this, he was very angry and threatened to severely punish Monton who dared to cause trouble in the Prime Minister's Tower.

Rumor has it that Monton was imprisoned in the Crabbe mansion in Gou Lane and was not allowed to go out for a period of time.

(End of this chapter)