iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 420 Legendary Assassin (End)

The Night's Watch dining room was a long room with coal burning in iron braziers at both ends, but Tyrion couldn't stop shaking. The cold followed him like a shadow, and he was a little worried that he would forget the feeling of warmth after a while.

He sat down casually at the shabby long table, and soon Bronn brought him the fishy-smelling broth and the black bread that almost broke his teeth the first time.

Tyrion picked up the wooden spoon and took a few sips of the soup. He immediately felt warm all over. Although the taste of this broth was hard to describe, he had to admit that it was a good thing to keep out the cold.

He struggled to break the black bread and threw it into the broth, saying, "Sir, are you used to it?"

Ser Bronn took the wooden bowl and took a big sip of the broth. He wiped the broth off his beard and said, "Apart from being cold, it's more comfortable than King's Landing. But if you stay here for a long time, that may not be the case."

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

Bronn grinned. "If you say so, those gentlemen are really boring."

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

Tyrion raised his eyebrows. "Your good son seems to be still in his mother's belly?"

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 froze for a moment, and he sighed, "Forget it. Curiosity kills. This is a valuable lesson I learned when I was a mercenary."

Tyrion chuckled. "No wonder Green gave you the task of protecting me. He must have valued your cleverness... Well, as your friend, I want to remind you that you can trust Green's generosity, but never test his kindness. This is my valuable experience."

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

Mole's Town is located on the King's Road, about two miles from Castle Black. Three-quarters of it is underground. It consists of deep and warm cellars connected to each other by a complex network of tunnels. The women's branch is also underground.

The Night Watch calls the prostitutes of Mole's Town "the treasures beneath the earth".

Taking the purse, Bronn showed a familiar wretched expression on his face: "My dear lord, Bronn is always at your service."

"Come back and tell me about their charming tricks. Why, I want to enrich my knowledge."

"You're not going with me?"

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

Tyrion is a fake Night's Watchman who has not yet sworn the Night's Watch oath in front of the heart tree, but at this moment he expresses his feelings like a real Night's Watchman.

Ser Bronn blinked and shrugged. "Should I find an artist to paint all the treasures?"

Tyrion raised an eyebrow. "Will you wear clothes? It is cold here, after all, and you are a knight with a heart of compassion."

Ser Bronn was surprised and asked: "Let the treasures work with clothes on? Don't you think your request is too much?"

The two of them were silent for a moment, and soon obscene laughter was heard.

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

Then, Tyrion was called over by Lord Commander Jeor Mormont.

The Commander's Tower (a tower in Castle Black).

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

Jeor Mormont was already bald, with a shaggy gray beard that hung down to his chest. Although he was old, his body looked as strong as a bear.

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

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

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

The last time, Tyrion and Lord Commander Mormont only had a brief meeting, but this time it was a formal meeting.

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

Hearing this, Lord Commander Mormont smiled and said, "Yes, you did a good job. Fists are the most sincere greetings between the Night's Watch. Believe me, they are all good children."

Ser Alliser, who sat beside the Lord Commander, added: "The Wall does not forbid the exchange of fists, but it certainly does not forbid the use of weapons, Lannister."

Tyrion smiled at Ser Alliser. "Master, you may call me the Lannister Slayer."

A centenarian, Maester Aemon, spoke in a gentle voice: "Tyrion, the moment you entered the Wall, your past disappeared. I hope you will become a member of the Night's Watch as soon as possible, and guard the end of the world with your glorious brothers."

Tyrion said solemnly, "I am looking forward to that day as well."

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

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Master Alliser slammed his fist on the table and shouted angrily, "Cunning Lannister, this is the 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 moment and said, "What is your reason?"

Tyrion stretched out a finger and scratched his cheek. "I am well aware of my own weakness. I fear that I may bring shame to the glorious Night's Watch if I cannot control my lower body."

Coach Elisa sneered and said, "If you are unwilling to swear, I can have someone send you back to the dungeon in King's Landing. I think..."

The old bear raised his hand slightly, stopping Ser Alliser from speaking, and said, "Tyrion Lannister, you have a good mind, and the Night's Watch needs people like you."

After a pause, he continued, "Since I took office, or even longer ago, the people sent to the Wall... were either stable boys, thieves or rapists. You have seen it with your own eyes, you have also seen with your own eyes that the Night's Watch is gradually declining... We have less than a thousand men left, six hundred guarding here, two hundred in the Shadow Tower, and even fewer garrisons in Eastwatch, and less than a third of them can actually fight."

He added, "The Wall stretches from the Frostfang Mountains in the west to the Bay of Seals in the east, a full three hundred miles long. The wildlings in the north may move south at any time, but I can only send three people to guard every mile." Tyrion's one black and one green eye moved slightly, and he said, "I think Lord Stark would be happy to serve... Well, the North finally ended the war with great difficulty, and the losses were not small... By the way, isn't there another descendant of the ancestors who is willing to support us? I mean Lord Green Crabbe in the south."

Old Bear nodded. "Yes, Duke Kleber has not forgotten the traditions of his ancestors. He not only provided a lot of supplies to the Night's Watch, but also helped the Wave Crows select more than a hundred strong young men."

Tyrion smiled faintly and said to himself: But.

Old Bear sat back in his chair 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. The Night's Watch has to deal with wars that can break out at any time, even wars between the dead and the living."

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

Old Bear nodded with a heavy face and said, "This is the most difficult part. Most people regard the Wall as a gathering place for criminals. They don't trust the Night's Watch. But we can't just watch the White Walkers break through the Wall because this is our sacred mission."

Tyrion said solemnly, "My Lord Commander, besides the wights that night, have you found anything else?"

Old Xiong smiled and said, "It seems you are still half-believing and half-doubting."

Tyrion shrugged. "I half believe it, but we need to convince the lords of the Seven Kingdoms."

"That 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, "And they're not long, right?"

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

Tyrion heard from the maesters of Casterly Rock that he was born in the dead of winter, 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 already lasted for ten years... Tyrion, the days are getting shorter and shorter. It is an indisputable fact that summer is coming to an end. An unprecedented dark age is about to come."

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

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

After a pause, he continued, "The King Beyond the Wall led the wildlings southward. There has never been such a large-scale migration before. Perhaps we should not say that they are not attacking the Wall, but escaping from the White Walkers."

Combining various intelligence, Tyrion is almost certain that the White Walkers or the Wights have indeed appeared, and he may really have to save the world...

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

The eyes of Xiong Lao and others all turned to him, and he continued, "We need to catch a corpse ghost and send it to King's Landing. Seeing it with our own eyes is more convincing than any words."

"Catch the dead ghost alive..." After mumbling for a while, Old Xiong nodded and said, "Please continue."

Tyrion spread his hands. "I think... if all corpses turned into wights at night, you would have done this long ago."

Seeing Maester Aemon nodding at him, Tyrion grinned: "It seems that a kiss from a White Walker is needed to turn into a wight."

Old Bear closed his eyes for a while and then opened them again, saying, "I will personally take the rangers to the Haunted Forest."

Tyrion couldn't help but open his eyes wide, staring at the old bear for a while, it seemed that he was not joking with him. He had to admit that his behavior was great, but... wasn't it a bit too impulsive?

"Lord Commander, as far as I know... our rangers often disappear there. Excuse me, but have you ever thought about how much damage the Night's Watch would suffer if something unexpected happened to you? Also, if the wildlings or the White Walkers suddenly attack during your absence from the Wall, who will command the Night's Watch? If you appoint a temporary commander-in-chief, can you guarantee that all the Night's Watch will obey that person's orders?"

Old Xiong, stroking the “Long Claw” sword: “…………”

The coach who was asking for help: “…………”

The old maester looked at Tyrion with a smile: "…………"

Tyrion spread his hands and smiled at them.

The old bear put the long-handled sword with a bear head-shaped hilt back on his waist. He coughed lightly and said, "Ser Alliser brought me a letter from Duke Crabbe. In the letter, he mentioned the legacy passed down from generation to generation in their family: Winter is coming, and when the long night falls, the Night's Watch is the only barrier that can defend the kingdom and resist the dark forces sweeping from the north."

Then, he looked straight at Tyrion. "At the end of his letter, he recommended you to me on behalf of Crabbe's honor, asking the Night's Watch to value your abilities. I now...as the 997th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, invite you to serve as my steward."

Tyrion quickly climbed down from the chair, bowed, and said, "Thank you for your trust, Lord Commander. It is a great honor for me."

Old Xiong smiled and said, "I will leave the task of capturing the dead ghost alive to Benjen. My officer, do you have any other suggestions?"

Tyrion thought for a moment, then said, "Sir, can we offer a bounty 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 died at their hands?!"

Tyrion tilted his head slightly. "Master Master, we now have a common enemy. We can settle our hatred after we win. But if we lose, we won't even have the chance for revenge."

Ser Alliser pursed his lips, stood up suddenly, and said angrily: "If you have the guts, you can take up your weapons and talk to me again!"

Tyrion put his hands behind his back and grinned, "I am a legendary assassin known throughout the Seven Kingdoms. You must defeat Ser Bronn first before you are qualified to challenge me."

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

The old bear's face turned red, and he seemed to be trying not to laugh. Tyrion suddenly felt that the commander-in-chief was a very lovely old man who understood the humor of dwarves.

After a pause, the old bear cleared his throat and said, "Officer Tyrion, King Stannis will visit Castle Black in at most a week. I would like you to accompany him to greet 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 and said, "You have been a Hand before. You have a lot of experience with this sort of thing. I have high hopes for you."

Tyrion immediately retracted his previous opinion. This old man is not cute at all!
(End of this chapter)