Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 216: The calm before the storm

Not only was the midday sun dazzling, Tyrion also felt as if his face had entered a pit of fire and was being roasted from the front.

He rubbed his eyes and reached for the curtains that left half of the sunlight, but his hands were too short and there was nothing he could do. Tyrion propped up his body and looked around blankly. The luxurious scene immediately occupied his sight. The candle with gold oil on the surface was half-burned. Under him was a soft white velvet bed quilt, and there was a sleeping girl beside him. people.

The red curtain almost made him think he was in Lord Tywin's military camp in the West, which made his heart beat loudly.

Fortunately, not so. Tyrion glanced at the familiar flirting objects hanging on the bedside, and his heart dropped to the ground with a thud.

He lay on his back in the woman's arms. He was not in a military camp where he could lose his life anytime and anywhere. He was still in King's Landing, in the brothel originally run by Littlefinger.

Tyrion looked at the peeling decorations on the ceiling, and remembered Littlefinger's previous management of the brothel. Hey, a genius who plays with coins. If it were a brothel under his management, the decoration on the ceiling would not be like this. , after all, he wants to create an extremely luxurious experience for customers.

The brothels are still operating today, but Tyrion doesn't know who is behind them.

Maybe it was a wealthy businessman from King's Landing. He stretched his body. Who wants to think about such trivial things in the gentle land? Tyrion smiled, turned over and wanted to reach out to the person next to him.

"Before your cock gets up, our beloved Prime Minister wants you to go to the Imperial Council."

Bronn's words were like the cold wind blowing from the naked body at night. Tyrion suddenly felt a chill, and his originally high interest shrank instantly.

"Go to your seven hells!" Tyrion jumped out of bed with a plop, "Can't you wait until I finish the good thing before you come in?"

Tyrion looked behind him. Bronn was still dressed as a mercenary. Even in front of Lord Tywin, he never wore gold robes and plate armor.

He glanced at the golden cloak behind Bronn, "The City Guard is hated by many people in this city, but you always wear this boiled leather armor? Aren't you afraid of sneak attacks with daggers from behind?" Tyrion stuffed the golden dragon between the prostitute's breasts, held his pants with both hands, and stood on the bed, frowning and looking around, "Clothes?"

"I will not put on those scraps of iron that bind my hands and feet," Bronn said disdainfully. He bent down, found Tyrion's coat under the bed, and threw it in Tyrion's face. "You know I know No matter what kind of battle, plate armor will only slow down my speed and consume my strength."

"I can save your life at the critical moment." Tyrion said angrily, putting his coat on, his blond hair on his head was messy.

"Dying in the arms of a woman is more diverse and more common." Bronn immediately retorted, clasping his hands in front of him and looking at the prostitute beside him.

"Died in the arms of a woman? Are the gods so kind to me, a dwarf?" Tyrion jumped out of bed, looked down at the corner beside the bed, and reached out to search for socks and leather boots.

"Huh~" Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief and put on his pantyhose and leather boots. Then he remembered Pod, "Where is Pod?" He opened his eyes wide and looked at Bronn, wanting an explanation.

Bronn pushed open the wooden door, and the poor waiter leaned his head on the edge of the threshold, with a wine glass in his mouth, and fell asleep.

Tyrion kicked Pod in the back, "Get up! Pod! Get up!"

Podrick shook his head and squinted his eyes open, "My lord, my lord?" He looked at Tyrion, "It's time for you to sleep, it's getting late."

"This kid is still alive yesterday, so many girls must have come to visit him at night." Bronn joked, raising the corners of his mouth.

"Go find my horse, God, I hope you remember where the stable is." Tyrion ignored Bronn and left after the order.

Bronn stretched out his hand and pulled Tyrion's sleeve, "Don't ride on the horse, sit on my carriage."

Tyrion made a surprised sound, "Hey, are you so impressive?"

The two of them walked out of the brothel, where the wine and wine were fragrant. The copper-colored carriage stopped at the door, with all the men and horses of the capital guard guarding them on both sides, as if they were traveling as kings.

Tyrion got into the carriage, and the attendants also brought up the horses. He followed the city guard in confusion, and then hesitantly mounted the horse.

"Your little squire's riding skills are as funny as the lady of King's Landing who went out to fill water this morning." Bronn closed the curtain and looked at Tyrion.

The latter noticed something in Bronn's words, and Tyrion asked, "What happened? My dear Prime Minister would not be so anxious to find a dwarf son like me."

"The stone pillars of the Blackwater River sluice collapsed, and most of King's Landing's water supply was cut off." The first half of Bronn's words did not attract Tyrion's attention, but the second half made him frown, "It's even worse. What's more, there seems to be something unclean in the water source. Most of the people in Flea Bottom are infected with the disease, and there are many dead bodies in the public spring. "

"Poison?" As soon as Tyrion said it, he immediately refuted himself, "Impossible. Back then, Queen Alexa also built many underground wells, and the underground rivers in these wells also led to the Blackwater River. Where does the poison come from in the living water?" He shook his head and said nothing more.

"Living water is not poisonous, hum, your father may not think so," Bronn glanced at his mouth, "The nobles in King's Landing all protect their own ponds and wells, recruit mercenaries, and do not allow residents who have no water source to get water nearby. This has caused me a lot of trouble, damn it!”

"These things can be easily solved by showing half the magnanimity you used to capture ex-convicts." Tyrion said with sarcasm.

"A person with a red Lannister hat on his head speaks with confidence," Bronn bowed and stood up, approaching Tyrion, "But when you see those lawless civilians, you don't know how many pampered nobles there are. You can say something silly."

Tyrion frowned, not knowing why.

Wallis sat on the high platform, seemingly motionless from the dim night to the dawn of the morning, and then to the light of noon, like a statue.

Behind him was a small room, pitch black.

The little girl's pretty face appeared from the dark room, and she walked to Wallis's side.

"The sparrows are running around, but the spiders are basking in the sun." Her words were unclear whether they were questions or sarcasm.

No matter what it was, Wallis still answered, "Spiders spend the most energy in weaving their webs." He relaxed his slightly stiff body, "After weaving the web, isn't it just watching the sea, basking in the sun, and waiting for prey?"

"A golden robe has appeared in your residence, and the old lion seems to be waiting for you." The little girl looked at Varys, with worry hidden in her eyes.

Wallis chuckled a few times, "Don't worry, Bedbug," he put his palms on the two chairs of the chair and stood up slowly, "The lion is still facing a stag with its antlers and an eagle with its teeth and claws. How can it be different?" Did you see the spider quietly spinning its web next to the Iron Throne?"

He turned around and fled into the darkness behind him.

"Your pyromancer Harlin is simply ridiculous. He said he had a good plan to kill Stannis, but I waited for him for several days, and all I got was a dead body?" How much more beautiful does Cersei have on her face? Crazy, an ugly, dirty and old corpse! She thought viciously, Stranger really chose a good way to die for him.

The Chancellor of the Royal Council, oh, now the Acting Chancellor of the Exchequer, Lord Reverley Lake looked at Bronn at a loss and asked, "Are you sure that Harlem died in the pool of Flea Bottom?"

"It's absolutely true, Lord Revrey." Tyrion just wanted to laugh when he saw Bronn reporting his work seriously. "When we found him, the ravens in the bachelor's tower were still eating his flesh."

"It's nonsense," Archmaester Pycelle categorically refuted. He looked sideways at the mercenary, "Ravens are not among the birds that can eat human flesh. After all, he is a mercenary, so he knows nothing about it."

"People say so, especially children who sing the horrifying song about the maester feeding ravens with human flesh." Bronn continued to say seriously.

"Alas!" the Grand Scholar sighed heavily, "I don't know where the rumor came from."

"I would hazard a guess," Varys's thin voice reappeared, "I'm afraid it was the era of the Mad King. After all, the pyromancers stole the show at that time."

"Nonsense!" the Grand Bachelor emphasized again.

"Okay!" Cersei shouted.

Before his father came, his sister, the respected Queen Mother, wanted to show off to the lion, and Tyrion leaned back on the chair, not wanting to listen to their nagging.

"Stannis's army is approaching King's Landing, why do you have time to talk about ravens?" Cersei criticized sharply, "How to defend the castle and keep Stannis out of the city walls is what you should be thinking about."

Pycelle cleared his throat, "Your Highness, I think Lord Tywin summoned us to talk about the recent active cultists and mobs in King's Landing."

"A group of unarmed civilians? If this group of people dared to rebel, I believe the swords of the City Guard would have been rusty long ago." After Cersei finished speaking, she looked at the upright Bronn.

"Suppressing this group of people? It's as easy as cutting off a leek." Bronn patted the leather armor on his chest and assured the Queen Mother.

As expected, Cersei raised her eyebrows and looked at the Grand Maester triumphantly, who nodded slightly and closed her mouth.

"I believe that with the thousands of gold robes in the city and Lord Tywin's tens of thousands of troops, it would be extremely difficult for Stannis to break into King's Landing." Varys lowered his head and said flatteringly.

Cersei smiled with satisfaction, "So, there is really no problem." In her heart, she began to question her father's reason for convening the royal council in such a hurry.

"There's a big problem!"

There was a hint of anger in Lord Tywin's voice. He sat directly at the front of the meeting, staring at everyone with his lion-like eyes.

Tyrion noticed that Uncle Kevan, who had always been inseparable from his father, was not following him as usual.

"Wildfire?" Attis Arryn stared at the brown jars pointed by Thoros, with a hint of doubt hidden in his words.

Soros picked up a can of wildfire. "Once a wildfire is ignited, it seems to be alive. It cannot burn out and cannot be extinguished even if it is covered with water." He carefully lifted the can of wildfire to the stone slab outside the door. "The roof of the Alchemist Guild." , piled with sand. Once a mistake causes a wildfire to burn, the roof will trigger the mechanism, and the piled sand will cover the burning wildfire, but I don’t know if it is of any use.”

He turned his head and said, "Do you need me to show you, sir?"

Attis nodded slightly, frowning and staring at the wildfire jar in front of him.