Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"Rosby City is a good place." Tyrion raised his head slightly and looked at Tommen, who was sobbing softly with a twisted face. He stood up on tiptoes and kissed his forehead. "Earl Gales is wise, capable and strong." The count's sick appearance appeared in his mind, and he couldn't make it up.

Tommen lowered his head, "Is it true? I heard that the people in Rosby City were cursed by cowards." His childish and innocent eyes made Tyrion almost laugh.

The prince's uncle shook his head, "Believe me, he will definitely amaze you. There are relics where the dragon breathed fire. Don't you want to see it?"

"Really!" There were still tears in Tommen's eyes, but the sadness had been replaced by hope.

Of course it's not true, Tyrion thought. The dragon Meraxes only left a few roars in the village made of sticks and mud before the Rosby family surrendered.

"Of course it's true. I believe your uncle is right," Tyrion stepped forward and patted Tommen on the shoulder, nodding to Ser Boros Braun behind him. The latter's fat body made people very uncomfortable. It is hard to believe that he is one of the most glorious knights in the Seven Kingdoms. "Sir Boros, I leave the prince to you."

Sir Boros always looked down on dwarves, so he just snorted slightly and ignored him.

The motorcade soon set off. Although it was pitiful that Tommen looked back at him with tears in his eyes, Tyrion didn't care about it. He used Podrick's generous back to ride on his own special war horse and turned around. Return to King's Landing.

"As the heir to an irritable king, this prince's performance makes one wonder whether he was born from the same mother." Bronn tilted his face, recalling Tommen's performance.

Tyrion thought of Myrcella and Tommen. Even without Joffrey's comparison, they were both angels, not to mention having a cheap king who could live peacefully in his own perverted world and couldn't extricate himself.

The war horse neighed and twisted uneasily. The horse's hooves moved forward hard, as if it was not satisfied with the speed of forward movement.

Tyrion looked around King's Landing. Everything was as usual, but the horse's uneasiness seemed to be transmitted to the bottom of his heart, and his head even felt dizzy.

"Before Jaime comes back, I want to give him a clean King's Landing." Tyrion thought of the night of the riots in King's Landing, and wrinkles piled up on his brows.

Bronn nodded slightly as the horse's back swayed, "King's Landing will be as you wish."

"Very good." Tyrion looked up at Bronn. The mercenary in front of him had unknowingly become his most trusted confidant. "Have you found out the source of the poisoned public spring water in Flea Bottom?"

Bronn narrowed his eyes after hearing this, "I think I'll take back the above sentence first." After teasing, he said solemnly, "It's difficult. There are so many people there, and even the spiders can't find the murderer, so I can't start."

"Living water cannot be poisonous," Tyrion's eyebrow lines became deeper than before, "This reminds me."

"The battle where Stannis defeated Renly?" Bronn didn't sound ignorant, which was not unusual. The basic quality of a mercenary was to know where the war was going on.

"The living water cannot be poisonous," Tyrion said categorically. "There must be Stannis's insiders in the city. The impact may not be big, but we still need to be careful."

"There are some more jars in the cellar," said the man in the old city gate's golden robe, looking down at the city wall. "Maybe they contain fine wine, maybe they are supplies, who knows."

"Don't talk nonsense," another man in gold robe shouted, his voice was particularly loud in the silent night, "Like the old widow at the entrance of my village, her mouth seemed to be chewing mud, and she spit out stinking feces. It’s the kind that even my dogs won’t eat!”

"Your voice is as loud as my nephew who went to the Great Wall to work as a eunuch and had his tongue cut off by the White Walkers. Are you afraid that the captain doesn't know?" His voice seemed even louder.

The quarrel in the golden robe had nothing to do with the lady. She was sniffing the ground intently, and the devilish smell entered her nostrils like chaff stained with sparks, making her feel flustered.

The pungent smell is underground, and the lady knows it very well.

The scent also appeared on Varys and Bugs, and many times Sansa recalled her previous encounters with them.

Sansa wanted to find out what was buried deep underground, but the lady seemed to have an instinctive fear that forced her to move.

The chattering of golden robes was left behind, and the laughter of men and women having sex in King's Landing at night reached their ears. The lady was used to hearing these things.

The wall of the brothel was not high and she climbed over it easily.

"Who is running Littlefinger's brothel?"

"Laojiu? Little devil? Church? Sorry, I can only think of these."

"Synonymous with depravity and lasciviousness, haha!"

The prostitute always spoke obscene words, and the prostitute's provocative words made Sansa feel faintly blushing in her dream.

There is no tunnel in Littlefinger's brothel. The lady sniffed the ground, but there were no traces of spiders there.

The tunnels in the Red Keep were too complicated, and there were some passages that the Direwolf could do nothing about, either too narrow or with slippery walls. This helplessness forced him to fail his plan to sneak into the Red Keep and kill Joffrey and Cersei.

She bypassed the noisy prostitution gathering and found a quiet place where only a few people gathered.

"Master Shidong asked us to investigate that guild. You know, an alchemist died in a public spring a few days ago."

"Wildfire? Why would the Duke be interested in such things?"

"Ask as many questions as possible, and mind yourselves."

"King's Landing is full of missionaries and mobs, and Spider hasn't taken any measures. Could it be that he's laying a lead?"

The person who answered paused for a moment, then said, "Maybe he is investigating the sparrows just like us."

No, Sansa thought, spiders and sparrows are not enemies.

Shidong, the bastard surname of the Vale, Sansa couldn't help but think of her mother and sister who were far away in the Eyrie, and her brother who was trapped in the Cursed City.

"It is said that wildfire can destroy the entire King's Landing," said the man with a slightly vicissitudes of voice, and the accent was unrecognizable, "The product left by the Mad King."

Destroy the entire King's Landing? Wouldn't that mean that Joffrey, Cersei, and Meryn Trant, these scumbags, would all die?

The little girl's fear did not come earlier than the surprise. Sansa guessed that she even laughed in her dream.

"It's better to let King's Landing be destroyed. Maybe we should leave and return to Gulltown."

"This is a threat," said the man with a vicissitudes of voice. "The cavalry of the valley may have a chance to enter here. There is no reason not to investigate."

"Wouldn't it be better to let the spider do it? We follow the spider web."

"This is the most dangerous move. Littlefinger's legacy in King's Landing protects us. Taking the initiative to find the spider is simply courting death."

The lady is not used to staying in the same place for too long. Her previous quietness and gentleness are gone after experiencing the killing of the Red Castle.

Just like Nymeria and Arya, Sansa thought.

Sharolion's nails rubbed the hammer in his hand, and the waves of the Blackwater Bay did not stir up ripples on his face at the same time.

This smelly but barely peaceful water surface will soon be stained red with blood. Sharolion thought that his colleagues in the antlers must have the same opinion as him, and King's Landing, which is guarded by the Blackwater River, will sooner or later fall into the hands of the real monarch.

"Fix the chain!" The golden robe on the side looked at him fiercely, and the whip in his hand seemed to fall on his back at any moment.

Be proud for a while, you only have this last bit of glory left. Sharolion smashed the hammer on the pile hard, making it sink deep into the mud.

"One pile is not enough." The stonemason beside him reminded.

Sharolion glanced at him, and there was no room for manipulation. The dwarf really knew how to use people.

He walked to the next pile point.

Tyrion stood on the tower, letting the cold wind blow on his face.

Sir Barristan stood beside him, quietly looking at the river in the middle of the night.

"Stannis's fleet will arrive at any time, and then only you can save King's Landing, Sir Barristan." Tyrion complimented. He was still nervous in his heart, but seeing Barristan's strong and upright body, his heart even gradually settled down. Perhaps this is the effect brought to him by the legendary knight. I believe that the defenders and people in the city feel the same way.

Barristan did not respond, but just looked into the distance.

Tyrion swallowed, "You know, King's Landing is facing division. Coincidentally but unfortunately, we are also facing invasion at the same time."

"You need me to stabilize the people." Barristan hit the nail on the head.

"Ding!" Tyrion shouted and snapped his fingers, "Finally I can get rid of my stupid sister and talk to smart people."

"I will," Barristan's eyes were deep, and I didn't know what he was thinking, "Protecting the weak is the code of chivalry."

"No one in Westeros who abides by the spirit of chivalry will be better than you." Tyrion complimented again.

Barristan didn't want to talk about this issue, but asked directly, "How do you want to fight?"

"Well," Tyrion looked at Blackwater Bay, "We are not sure of winning. We can only put iron chains across the river to block their way forward, and the ships will be entangled with them to delay time and strive for Redwyne's fleet to arrive as soon as possible."

Barristan nodded gently, "There won't be many of their troops, and a considerable part of them are blocked by Lord Tywin. We just need to defend the city wall."

"It's my honor to agree with you." Tyrion even had the urge to bow to Barristan. This is the charm of "fearless" Barristan. Compared with the king, people are more willing to believe in this legendary knight who has contributed many ballads and stories, and are more willing to be loyal to the king he is loyal to.

The piercing and deep bells are ringing in the Red Castle.

Sansa's bedroom was easily pushed open, and the Hound stood in front of the door.

She looked at the faint fire outside the window and roughly guessed it.

"Go to a safe place, girl." The Hound spoke.