Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Harrenhal is really the largest castle in the Seven Kingdoms. Tyrion can see the light of Attis' tower from a distance. It is slightly lower than the height of Harrenhal's five towers, and one of the five towers is located behind it. A huge distorted black shadow was formed, and the lights of the tower were extremely small in front of the black shadow.

Tyrion said nothing. He seemed to be entangled by the legendary curse when he entered the castle. The depression in his heart forced him to remain silent.

Even though many knights of the valley have flocked to Harrenhal, most areas are still not in use. The place where Tyrion passed is considered the most crowded place in Harrenhal, but the most impressive thing is still the frightening dim and terrifying turtles. The cracked dark city wall still has very few lights.

They approached the tower, and Pod quickly walked under the old horse. Tyrion supported the horse's back with both hands, turned over and jumped on Pod's back, and stepped to the ground.

The Valley Knight guarding the door of the tower nodded slightly to him without saying a word, his silver half-helmet showing its edge under the light of the torch.

Tyrion took a long breath, turned to Pod and said, "Wait for me here, Pod."

Pod nodded silently and stood aside.

Tyrion looked up at the deep stairs with flickering lights, and walked inside.

Attis Arryn was sitting at his desk, looking at Tyrion with a half-smile.

"Long time no see, Tyrion Lannister." Attis reached out and handed him the wine glass, and hot white steam rose from the bottom of the glass.

"Hot wine?" Tyrion took the wine glass and sniffed it. The smell inside was not the familiar wine aroma. "Is there such wine? I thought I had tasted all the wines in the Seven Kingdoms."

"The wine is brewed at the farm near Harrenhal," Attis smiled slightly. "You are too big in Westeros. There are many things you haven't seen." He pointed to the soft chair aside and motioned for Tyrion to sit down.

Tyrion took a sip and said, "This wine." He showed a weird expression as if he was enjoying it and sat on a soft chair. "It's really the best wine in the world."

"The land in the Riverlands is as rich and fertile as the Reach," Attis said, "It just lacks the opportunities and appropriate strategies to utilize it."

Tyrion noticed Attis's tone, "It's just like the rich valley in the valley, isn't it?" He took another sip of wine and said tentatively.

"Except for the barren Moon Mountains, the Canyon Knights have explored all the fertile river valleys, and it is difficult to use them anymore." Attis said to Tyrion with a trace of regret in his eyes.

"Hey~" Tyrion smiled and shook his head, "How come I heard that the valley has opened up a lot of fertile soil from the Mingyue Mountains in recent days."

"Seagull Town is not only the benefactor of the Seven Gods, but also the lord who often causes trouble." Attis didn't need to think too much to know where Tyrion's information was leaked from.

For a closed valley, as long as the Blood Gate is closed, it is impossible for the outside world to understand the current situation of the valley. However, Seagull Town is a completely open port. Most merchant ships from Westeros and even the Eastern Continent come here to import food and export goods.

The gossip in the tavern, the singing of the bards, the long conversations in the hotel, the boasting and gossiping among the sailors about the current situation in the valley are also spread in these scenes.

Tyrion came from the waterway, and according to his nature, he naturally couldn't miss visiting brothels and chatting. Maybe he got this news from a drunkard who liked to gossip.

Tyrion was completely wrong. He widened his eyes and said, "Believe me, no one in the valley can go against your will now. If you exaggerate more, maybe not even in the Seven Kingdoms." What he was thinking about was the Grafson family. Descriptions of historical betrayals and the Usurper's War flooded into Tyrion's mind, "Seagull Town, well, maybe there are some signs of restlessness in history, but now."

Attis looked at Tyrion with some confusion. The latter's expression was a little unnatural, and his two calves were trembling restlessly, not knowing where to place them.

Tyrion was afraid that Attis would misunderstand his relationship with the Grafson family, so he put on an ugly expression that made it difficult to tell whether he was laughing or crying.

Attis showed a clear expression. He had guessed something when he heard Tyrion mention the Grafson family. He sat quietly, stroking his chin with one hand, with a playful smile on his face, as if Watching Tyrion perform.

Tyrion obviously noticed Attis's expression. He clapped his hands on his thighs, opened his mouth wide, and froze on the spot, "I'm overthinking, right?"

Attis snorted coldly, "That's not true. It seems that this is worthy of me questioning Lord Grafson and clarifying his relationship with Lannister." Attis deliberately raised his tone and sounded teasing. Tone said to Tyrion.

"Damn it," Tyrion's nervousness about meeting Attis before disappeared. "I'm so embarrassed. If my father knew, he would cut off my head." He poured the wine into his mouth and burped slightly. "He would have been a long time ago." If you want to do this, you won’t even be able to hide it, right?”

Attis quickly caught Tyrion's depressed mood. He tapped the wine glass, "You are the heir of Lannister." He took a sip of wine and carefully observed the change in Tyrion's expression. "You are destined to inherit the throne." Rock City, besides, the alliance with Vale is your proposal. Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows that you saved Lannister. Otherwise, you and I would still be enemies when we meet."

"Robb Stark's own desire to meet the Stranger has nothing to do with me," Tyrion shook his head. "I'm just Myrcella, and besides, I'm a Lannister."

He shook his head, "That's too far away, damn it, I'm the messenger of the Iron Throne, for God's sake," Tyrion looked at Attis, who took out the letter from his arms, "King Joffrey's appointment," He jumped down from the soft chair and slowly unfolded it.

"He was made Duke of the Eyrie, Warden of the East, Lord Attis of House Arryn, Minister of Justice for the Royal Council, Governor of the Trident, and in charge of both the Vale and the Riverlands, in recognition of his efforts to eradicate the Stark rebellion and protect the king. and the Iron Throne, and at the same time hope that the Duke will go to King's Landing as soon as possible to help manage the affairs of the Seven Kingdoms, King Joffrey I of the Baratheon family."

Tyrion turned the edict over, and the crowned stag emblem of the Baratheon family appeared at the bottom, "King Joffrey is extremely looking forward to his future brother-in-law arriving in King's Landing as soon as possible, meeting Princess Myrcella, and becoming the king's right-hand man. ”

"There is only one hand for the king," Attis took the decree and rubbed the fine lines on it with his thumb, "I don't dare to compare with the king's grandfather."

Tyrion raised his head, "That's not necessarily the case," his father's ruthless words flashed through his mind, and his eyes became more determined, "King's Landing is not a lion's den, it is the king's fortune."

"This is not something a Lannister would say," Attis said, looking at Tyrion with a bit of doubt in his eyes, "Tywin made a grudge against the Tully family in order to save you."

Tyrion seemed not to have heard, "Father was wrong, and he has not repented." His eyes became more determined, staring at Attis firmly, "Dear Lord Tywin wants you to give up on the river. Taking advantage of the cultivation of the fields and valleys, he went to King's Landing under his control."

Attis' eyebrows suddenly furrowed, "Obviously, I'm not surprised by the Prime Minister's usual style." His lips paused slightly, "But I'm a little unclear about you, Tyrion. The mission was given to you by Tywin, but it doesn’t seem to be your only purpose here.”

There was wariness in his brows, but Tyrion shook his head.

"Like my father, I am trying to save the family. He has always cared about the family's face and thinks that this is saving the family. I don't agree with it," Tyrion muttered in a low voice, and the inner impulse continued to drive the dwarf's tongue, saying The treacherous words, "Lannister can lose face if they can survive better"

Seeing that Attis was silent, Tyrion continued, "Your people still control the Golden Tooth City. Attis, you know the weakness of the West. You know where the defenders of the castle in the West come from. They do not come from the other side." The loyalty of the lord does not come from the spirit of knights, it all comes from the damn golden dragon and the damn gold mine!"

Tyrion's tone became more and more high-pitched, and he looked a little excited, "You know the consequences of this. These mercenaries will only follow the wind. Under real threats, such as the iron hooves of your Valley Cavalry, they will only The mouse is scurrying around, swaying from side to side!"

There was a moment of silence in the attic room of the tower. Tyrion swallowed a sip of wine, but inadvertently choked on it and coughed crazily until his face turned red.

"But. But my father is trying to be brave." Tyrion lowered his head, his bitterness clearly evident. "The Lannister no longer has the capital to continue to occupy King's Landing. The only thing left is the glory of the Queen Mother's family. Old God, how ridiculous it is to say that the omnipotent Lord Tywin is relying on the stupid and beautiful Queen Cersei in King's Landing, how pitiful."

"It's like the lion turned into the sick cat that teased his father. You know, the cat in the Red Keep." Tyrion looked a little lonely and leaned on the back of the chair.

Of course Attis knew that this happened when King Robert was still alive. He had invited Tywin Lannister to the Red Keep as a guest, but he was scratched and trampled over by the cat of the Red Keep at the dinner table. Lord Tywin's face was trembling with anger, and King Robert's face was trembling with laughter.

Jon Arryn, whenever his father mentioned this matter, although he could not suppress the curvature of his mouth, he was more or less complaining about Robert. After all, it is not the best to treat such a great nobleman with loud ridicule. choose.

"Before, Kevan Lannister brought ice in exchange for marrying Princess Myrcella in King's Landing." Attis looked at Tyrion's lonely expression, "This matter"

"It has nothing to do with me," Tyrion said decisively. "At that time, the war between you and Robb Stark was undecided, but my deformed head was not confused. We were in the same situation as Robb. Stark needed Arryn, it's not Arryn who needs the Starks, it's the Lannister who need the Vale, it's not the Vale that needs the Lannister."

Tyrion shook his head, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes wrinkled, "I tried to trick you during the war. It seems smart, but it's a stupid move." He drank the wine again, his expression a little red, "But my father. , it’s just good face, good face can’t be saved!”

Attis put down the wine glass in his hand, thinking that the wine was still too strong, and Tyrion was even a little incoherent.

"We should follow our original agreement," Tyrion said. "Myrcella goes with you to the Eyrie or wherever you go. It will be safe. But King's Landing, a smelly cesspool city, what good is it? This is I'm being nice to her, but Cersei is definitely not willing to do it, and neither is my father. According to Pycelle, it's because my niece looks too much like Lady Joanna, my mother, my mother."

"I will go to King's Landing," Attis interrupted, his tone flat and brief.

"Huh?" Tyrion looked at Attis with some confusion, "It's not necessary. The nobles of the Riverlands can feed you a pot. Going to King's Landing is asking for trouble."

"I will go, I will go to King's Landing sooner or later," Attis said, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and there was no joke in his tone, "King's Landing is the highest point of glory, why not climb it?"

Tyrion looked at Attis suspiciously, "There are spiders in King's Landing, Pycelle, Cersei and Joffrey, not to mention a father. I'm afraid you don't know."

"You're right. Tywin doesn't have the capital to stand in my way, but why does he have the guts to ask me to join King's Landing?" Attis slightly raised his upper body forward and put his arms on his thighs. Keep your eyes level with the imp's.

Tyrion sat there, looking at Attis with some uncertainty.

"There is a huge gap in strength between the two parties," Attis said lightly. "King's Landing is far away from Casterly Rock, but very close to the Riverlands. It relies on the valley for food, and the city's defense is under the iron hooves of tens of thousands of Canyon Knights. How can Tywin have the guts to ask me to go to King's Landing when he can be ravaged?"

Tyrion guessed a little bit, "Only the third party can break the balance. Do you understand?" There was still doubt in his eyes.

"Dorne is far away, and you have to go on an envoy, so it will definitely be too late," Attis said. "The Iron Islands established themselves as kings and amused themselves. It was even more unreliable. The Stormlands were only conquered by Stannis. , it is the time when the war is booming, there is only the possibility of becoming mortal enemies, and there is no possibility of contact."

"Then," Attis pointed to the map aside, "there is only one place in the Reach where there is a possibility of wandering. Poor King Renly doesn't know where in the hills he is wandering."

Tyrion pursed his lips tightly and looked at Attis with squinted eyes, "I have nothing to say."

"Tywin did not send you by mistake," Attis said. "Your negotiation skills are indeed good. If I hadn't guessed right."

Tyrion forced a smile and spread his hands, "Obviously it failed. I thought you Eagles preferred to go straight."

"I trust straightforwardness more than I like it, Tyrion," Attis chuckled. "It's not early, you should rest."

Tyrion pulled out with some difficulty and stood up from the soft chair, "Your wine is indeed strong."

Attis remained silent, watching Tyrion's leaving back. He didn't think what Tyrion had just said was a lie, and seemed to contain a trace of truth.

He took out the letter from his arms, and a bright rose pattern was printed on it.

Regarding the update, alas, because I am not full-time, my main job has been very busy, so that by the end of the year, various requirements and amounts have been raised, fishing has become a luxury, and there are constant entertainment at noon and evening. The author's health has recently been diagnosed These problems make it difficult to update 4,000 words a day, especially at the end of the year. It’s really Alexander.

I don’t even plan to consider perfect attendance days. This kind of urgency in updating will actually make the quality worse. This is something I don’t want to see. I may do what I can in the future.

I’m really annoyed that I don’t have a holiday during the Chinese New Year.

In short, it is difficult to ensure full attendance when updating before the holidays. I hope readers can give me some insights. I didn’t get home until nine o’clock.