iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 370 The Little Devil's Sword Skills (End)
Tyrion raised his hand to appease him. "Yes, you are the master of the Seven Kingdoms. As a king, you not only have dignity that cannot be offended, but also the patience to listen."

Joffrey raised his head. "I won't give you much time, you dwarf."

"You have been generous enough to me, my king."

Tyrion didn't dare to approach Joffrey, who was still holding the hilt of the sword. "It was Stannis who discovered this first, and then Prime Minister Jon investigated... He died suddenly. And think about it... How could Robert I, the invincible King of the Seven Kingdoms, be killed by a wild boar?"

His voice was filled with sincerity. "Cersei did this to protect you."

Seeing Joffrey's face twisted, he quickly added: "I have evidence!"

Joffrey stared at Tyrion, his chest heaving, but his angry green eyes trembled noticeably.

Tyrion continued, "Besides me and your mother, Lord Tywin also knows about this."

The only sound in the cell was Joffrey's heavy breathing. The lion's tooth sword in his hand dropped a little, and he said, "I'll give you some time."

After a pause, he continued, "If you dare to lie to me, I will execute you tonight!"

Tyrion shrank back at Joffrey's threat and said, "I promise to tell the truth, and who dares to lie to the king?"

He smiled flatteringly, then his expression became serious: "There is a book called "The Genealogy and History of the Major Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms", which describes the children of the major lords of the seven kingdoms. Among them..."

He pointed to his hair and said, "According to the records, the children born to the men of the Baratheon family and the women of other families all have black hair. Throughout the generations... no one with hair of other colors has ever been born."

"What's the color of your hair?" Joffrey couldn't help but touch his own blond hair.

Tyrion nodded heavily. "I am about to die, so I must tell you the truth, because... I don't want you to die in the same accident as Robert the Great."

"You lied to me!"

Joffrey appeared angry, but his panicked expression betrayed his true emotions at the moment.

Glancing at the pointed lion-tooth sword, Tyrion cautiously climbed out of bed.

"Joffrey, maybe you are an exception to the Baratheon family, or... you guys are the golden wonders of the Baratheon family, but..."

Tyrion approached as he spoke: "As long as Lord Tywin wants to take your crown, he can do it at any time. That book can be used as evidence to convince everyone, and he also has the highest prestige in the Seven Kingdoms. You know... Look at me, the old lion is willing to kill his own son for power. And think about it, how many seeds did Robert I sow in the Seven Kingdoms? Are there any of them who are very willing to wear the crown obediently?"

Joffrey's eyes moved in panic, and then he paused and said, "Why are you telling me this?"

Tyrion replied sincerely: "Joffrey, I don't need a reason to love you. I am your uncle."

After a pause, Joffrey stared at Tyrion hatefully and said angrily: "You have beaten me many times!"

Tyrion had a toothache. "Joffrey, I, a Lannister dwarf, have a mission in the Red Keep. I have already guessed Lord Tywin's real purpose. You know... he likes a well-behaved and obedient crown prince and king. I need to stop you from doing something that Lord Tywin doesn't like. Otherwise... why would I offend a nephew who is destined to be the king?"

After a moment of solemn silence, Joffrey withdrew his gaze. He walked back and forth for a few steps, then suddenly stopped and said, "Go on, my uncle."

Tyrion was stunned. He knelt down and said with suppressed emotion: "Thank you for listening to my heart, my king."

Joffrey waved his hand. "Get up, uncle."

The uncle was touched by his nephew's sudden affection. He stood up and took a long time to speak, which made Joffrey very satisfied.

"Your Majesty, you are getting stronger, while Lord Tywin is getting older. Haven't you noticed that... he is no longer as loving as a grandfather to you?"

Joffrey clenched his fists, remembering his recent experience (Chapter 365).

Tyrion continued, "You have a strong character and are a natural king, but this is not the king the old lion wants. He hopes that a well-behaved child will sit on the Iron Throne. When the situation in the Seven Kingdoms stabilizes a little..."

He shook his head: "He will definitely depose you, because he already knows that you will never be a scarecrow, you will become the real king."

Tyrion's reminder... ...immediately reminded Joffrey of the warning from the old lion at the dinner party.

After a pause, he suddenly said: "Mom will never allow Tywin to do this, she won't!"

Tyrion stepped forward and placed a hand on Joffrey's... thigh. "Don't forget what secrets Lord Tywin holds. If he threatens her with the secret of her bloodline, what else can your mother do but obey?"

Joffrey's breathing became heavy again. "A lousy book can't prove anything!"

"But we can't prove it, it can't prove it..." Tyrion sighed.

Joffrey's handsome face switched between anger and panic.

After a pause, Tyrion said painfully: "Look at my end. Although I am a dwarf, everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows that I am his son. What about you? In his heart, what does he think of you, Joffrey? Will he think of you as a wild..."

He was unable to say the rest, and Joffrey shook his hand away in disgust: "Get out of here!"

Tyrion raised his hand, took two steps back, and said, "The only thing that makes Tywin stronger than you is the prestige he has accumulated over the years in the Seven Kingdoms. There are too many people willing to follow him... I told you about Lannister's scandal in front of hundreds of nobles today just to undermine his reputation."

His expression was sad. "I thought... I could wait until you took power... and use this incident to judge Tywin. I would take revenge, and you would sit firmly on the Iron Throne... Unfortunately, the old lion may have seen through my tricks."

There was a pause. Joffrey's blue eyes moved and he suddenly asked, "You hate him?"

"I'm a dwarf."

Tyrion gritted his teeth and said, "Do you expect a dwarf to love a father who only humiliates him?"

After a pause, he sighed and said, "Joffrey, you don't have to believe me, but please don't be optimistic. If I'm not mistaken... the Lannisters' supervision of you will become even more excessive. They will even prevent you from having any contact with Tywin. At that time... all the facts will be laid out before you one by one, unless..."

Joffrey asked immediately, "Unless what?"

Tyrion's face was bitter: "Unless you can kneel down and kiss the old lion's boots devoutly once a day, otherwise...it will be difficult for him to change his mind."

"you………"

Joffrey's chest rose and fell several times as he shouted, "I am the king!"

Seeing the Lion's Tooth sword trembling in Joffrey's hand, Tyrion stepped back a little and said, "Your Majesty, I am already a prisoner. Now I can only remind you. I am very sorry."

Joffrey said bitterly, "You can't help me even if you're outside, you ugly dwarf."

The dwarf uncle knelt down sadly, lowered his head, and said, "May the gods bless you, Your Majesty."

Gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, Joffrey stared at Tyrion for a moment and said, "You won't ask me to pardon you?"

Tyrion didn't look up. "I know the consequences of resisting the old lion. I would rather be beheaded than be humiliated by him again. That would be more painful than death. And..."

His voice was slightly choked: "Even though you hate me, I can't... and I don't want to implicate my nephew."

"I should have cut off your hands and feet before I chopped off your head."

Joffrey put on his golden helmet and said, "You will stay here and do your last will and end, dwarf." Tyrion bowed his head even lower. "Thank you for your mercy, my king."

Joffrey walked to the cell door and said, "If you want a quick death, shut your mouth."

Tyrion adjusted his kneeling position humbly. "Joffrey Baratheon, you will always be King of the Seven Kingdoms."

There was a pause, then Joffrey sheathed his sword and kicked at the door.

The cell door was soon opened, and outside appeared Ser Mandon Moore, a member of the Kingsguard also dressed in golden robes.

With a clang, the cell door was closed. After staying there motionless for a long time, Tyrion slowly exhaled.

Staggering to his feet, Tyrion climbed onto a chair, picked up the flagon, and filled a glass with wine.

Gulp, gulp! He drank it all in one gulp.

He had to admit that Joffrey finally had some cleverness of his own compared to before...well, he had become the real Cersei II.

No emotions tonight... Rubbing his face, Tyrion forced himself to cheer up.

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After midnight, there was a sound outside the prison door, and Tyrion welcomed his third guest, Jaime Lannister.

Entering the cell, Sir James looked around and said to his brother who was glaring at him, "Do you like playing with feathers?"

Tyrion grinned, "You can try it, it's much more fun than blowing Cersei's pussy."

Ser Jaime frowned and said, "I am done with her."

Tyrion sneered and said, "Jaime, you are so naive. Do you think it is so easy for you to escape her control?"

After a pause, he suddenly asked, "You finally found out that she is a slutty girl?"

Jaime's voice was filled with anger. "If you keep being rude with your mouth, I'll leave you here to rot, Tyrion."

Tyrion said sarcastically: "Tywin and Cersei will not let me rot. They need my fresh head."

James didn't waste any more words. He threw the big bag of gold dragons in his hand over and said, "I'm here to rescue you."

Catching the bag as big as his head, Tyrion curled his lips and said, "Who said I need your help?"

"Let's go."

Ser Jaime moved his feet. "If you keep talking nonsense, I will support my father and Cersei in chopping off your head."

The corridor is dark.

Tyrion, who had just walked out of the cell, was almost tripped by the jailer lying on the ground.

Tyrion kicked. "Dead?"

Ser Jaime shook his head. "Asleep. So did the other three. I paid a man to put sweetsleep in their wine. It was a less-than-lethal dose."

Tyrion's one black eye and one green eye moved slightly: "It's really hard for you. For a dwarf, you let the majestic white knight do something like drugging..."

As he spoke, he took a look at Jaime's outfit and suddenly asked, "Why are you wearing Lannister's mad lion armor? Isn't it difficult to do this in a white robe... Yes, you really like to deceive yourself."

Ser Jaime paused for a moment and said, "I will send you away. I also plan to leave tonight. I will go to the Lannister camp outside the city."

Tyrion smiled happily: "I look forward to the old lion's face tomorrow."

Ser Jaime's face was haggard. "I am not a good brother, and I am not a good son."

Tyrion glanced at Jaime and said nothing more.

They walked down the winding stairs, their shoes scraping against the rough stone floor, and the cold grew chilly the further they went.

Tyrion shuddered. "Is this the fourth level of dungeons that Maegor the Cruel built for the Red Keep? I heard that anyone who is taken to the fourth level will never see the sun or hear human voices again, and will suffer in torment forever."

After a pause, James' voice sounded: "Are you scared?"

Tyrion snorted coldly and quickened his pace down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, there was an open door, and it was pitch black inside.

"follow me."

After saying that, Jaime walked into the darkness. Tyrion hesitated for a moment and followed him.

All I could hear was the slight sound of leather shoes stepping on the stone floor. After walking for a while, a dim light appeared in front of me.

James finally stopped and began to open an iron door. The chain, which had not been opened for a long time, made a "creaking" sound and dust fell.

After entering the room and looking around for a while, James walked straight over and moved the wooden torture platform in the middle with great effort. Then... he squatted on the ground, fumbled around for a few times, and lifted up a stone slab.

Then there was the sound of a key turning.

With a clang, Jaime opened a lid where he had lifted the stone slab. Tyrion came over and looked down. "Where does this lead to?"

James' face was covered with dust at this time: "I don't know, Green told me that his people are waiting for you at the exit of the tunnel."

He pointed to a thick chain and said, "You can climb down by holding onto this."

Tyrion stared down in silence, as if in a daze.

Jaime dusted himself off, walked to Tyrion, knelt on one knee, quickly kissed his brother's cheeks, and said, "I'm a failure in my life. I'm sorry. You... must live well, Tyrion. Cersei and Martell may send assassins. In the future... you must be careful."

After saying that, he helped his brother carry the heavy purse.

As Tyrion climbed down the tunnel, he paused, looked up at his brother, and said, "Jaime, change your naivety and don't trust anyone."

He saw his brother finally smiled his most natural smile of the night: "I will."

The chains seemed to stretch endlessly. At first Tyrion could make out the vague outlines of them and the rough grey stone of the wall, but as the darkness grew he could no longer see even his own fingers.

Finally, he saw a faint light. He felt that he must have reached the ground, so he carefully stretched out his legs to test it out.

Just as he stood up, he heard a "hehe" laugh in his ear. Tyrion was almost frightened to the point of peeing on the spot, and blurted out: "Wow..."

(End of this chapter)