Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Rows of red cloaks hung on the street like long curtains, extending to the deepest part of the road. The Lannister guards stood solemnly, close together, as if preparing for a battle. There was not a single pedestrian on the street at this time, and the households on both sides of the street seemed to have been cleared away.

Ever since the wildfire in the Alchemist Guild Hall was discovered, the scene in Silent Maiden Street has remained like this.

Ser Mandon Moore held his sword and sat on a raised stone pillar on the side of the street. A pair of cold eyes appeared from the gap in the white visor of the Kingsguard, surveying the deserted and silent Maiden Street.

When James passed by him, the latter just nodded slightly.

Mandon Moore's light gray eyes might have seemed frightening to others, but to James they were just lifeless and dull.

"A man of the Vale, a member of the Kingsguard brought to King's Landing by Jon Arryn," Tywin's words circled around his ears while staring at himself, "Can you choose to trust?"

Jaime chose to remain silent, but Barristan said he could trust him.

"Ser Mandon Moore has no friends, only his sword, no life, only his responsibilities." The captain of the Kingsguard said this about Mandon Moore. This is indeed true in Jaime's opinion. This Kingsguard He always seems to have an expressionless face, and he never gets along well with other sworn brothers. He is at least much better at protecting the king and his family than other Kingsguard.

He nodded to his father, Jaime trusting Barristan's judgment.

James put aside his memories and scrutiny of Mandon Moore, and stepped into the door of the Alchemist Guild.

The guild's buildings are almost all made of black stone, a special material. They are smooth and have few flaws. These corridors made of black stone seem to extend irregularly, and each entrance appears in an unexpected place. If you walk into them without paying attention, you will get lost.

"A good mouse's nest," Tyrion's voice appeared in front, walking out of the darkness, holding a torch, and the faint light illuminated their faces, "it can make people spin around."

He looked up at James, who had almost all his thoughts written on his face, staring dullly ahead like a puppet wearing Kingsguard armor.

Tyrion sulked, walked forward, raised his legs as high as possible, and stepped on the ground hard. The brick floor in the corridor of the Alchemist Guild made a "pop" sound. He was still whistling in his mouth, and the sound kept coming. echoed in the long narrow corridor.

James lowered his eyes and looked at Tyrion, "You know that father can't let you have a hand in investigating the wildfire, right?" He said with obvious boredom in his tone, deliberately reminding Tyrion.

"Fortunately, I still have my dear brother," Tyrion said proudly, still showing no concern, "otherwise the door to this hellish place would not be open to me."

He suddenly stopped at this moment and raised his head to look at the ceiling wall of the corridor. Dots of fine sand flowed on the dark board wall, but no cracks could be seen to the naked eye.

"James," Tyrion said, "Are you sure that the Alchemist Guild has been searched?" He looked around the corridor. The darkness in the distance was still covered with a green sheen, which was left by the warlocks deep in the corridor. The light reflected in the green floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"Weird atmosphere, no wonder these warlocks don't look normal." He muttered, feeling uneasy about being spied on in the crowded and narrow corridor.

James walked over, looking absent-minded, "The rat's nest has been turned over, I don't think there is any need to continue to pursue it."

Tyrion held the torch high, but before he could speak, Jaime grabbed the torch with one hand and walked in front of Tyrion.

"Instead of rushing to dig out Varys, the spider, you should first think about how to save yourself," James strode forward. "The Valley People's army is in Rosby City. You can run away for your life at any time. Father will not let you go." Pass you."

Tyrion shook his head, "Dear Lord Tywin never intended to let me go."

Jaime glanced at Tyrion, with deep thought hidden in his eyes.

"And Bronn," Jaime continued to persuade, "don't think that I don't know who is responsible for the commotion here late at night. Leave King's Landing as soon as possible before my father takes care of this mercenary."

Tyrion was unmoved, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling above the guild hall, "And you, my brother," Tyrion blinked twice at James with his right eye, "I don't I know how my dear sister would react to your face, but I believe..." He paused deliberately and looked at James.

James pursed his lips and reached out to push Tyrion, "If you want to see it, hurry up."

"No need to look for it." Tyrion almost fell down, but his expression remained unchanged. He pointed his index finger to the ceiling wall above. "After the pyromancer makes wildfire, he will collect it in a clay pot. The wall of the clay pot is rough and uneven. Magical patterns..."

Jaime thought of the clay pot that Thoros the Red Monk carried at Harrenhal.

"The clay pots are stored in the black stone compartments of the Alchemists' Guild Hall. The secret doors of the compartments are on both sides of the hall corridor. Above each compartment, there are rooms filled with sand, and ancient inscriptions are also written inside. Spell, once the wildfire gets out of control..."

"Sand dumps put out wildfires," James continued.

Tyrion nodded and motioned for Jaime to illuminate the ceiling wall with firelight.

"In the corridor in front, every black stone wall has fine sand flowing, but here is the only one..." Tyrion stretched out his finger, and Jaime immediately shined the torch forward, "There is no sand on the ceiling walls and floor. "

James frowned, "Has there ever been a wildfire out of control here?"

"No, wildfire has an exaggerated chain reaction. If something unexpected happens, the safest way for alchemists is to dump all the sand and bury these pottery jars, rather than dumping only one and taking time to rebuild it," Tyrion stepped hard on the black stone floor of the corridor again, and looked up at the ceiling wall, "Spider knows every secret passage in King's Landing, but we know nothing about it..."

"Think about it, why did the wildfire pottery jars appear out of thin air in the cellar where the soldiers guarded all day at the city gate, and almost let Stannis's army break into King's Landing," Tyrion continued, his eyes full of fear, "Spider has all the information about King's Landing, and he doesn't know the secret passage built by 'cruel' Maegor..."

"Maegor built the secret passage of the Red Castle."

"I heard that the Mad King hid this damn thing everywhere in King's Landing..." Tyrion looked up at Jaime, who noticed this look and turned his face away.

I don't believe you pierced the Mad King's chest for no reason, Tyrion thought.

Jaime drew out his sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at the ceiling wall. The special hollow structure made a different sound.

"How do you open the room?"

"That's your business, brother." Tyrion said, his eyes fixed on Jaime.

Jaime noticed the unusualness in Tyrion's words, which was a unique tacit understanding between his brothers, "What do you mean?"

"Wildfire is like a dragon. When used in disputes, it is a sharp weapon, comparable to tens of thousands of troops; when used in peace, it is a huge sword hanging on the wall, directly approaching the head of the person who intends to cause trouble, so that he can eliminate his evil intentions," Tyrion stepped closer to Jaime, "This is a thousand times more precious than the Valyrian steel sword that we Lannisters have been pursuing."

Jaime frowned, and Tyrion's words triggered his uneasiness.

"Lannister has him, Stark, Tyrell, Arryn, and Greyjoy on the islands far away overseas will not act rashly and go to King's Landing. The power of the family can at least be guaranteed for a long time..." Tyrion's tone was a little hurried, and the rhythm of his breathing was a little disordered.

"But," Tyrion whispered, "it can't be in the hands of a madman."

Jaime looked at Tyrion's face and pondered for a moment, "I thought you were already under Artis Arryn..."

"I'm still a Lannister, Jaime," Tyrion forced a bitter smile, "Tywin doesn't agree, and maybe there are tens of millions of people in Westeros who don't agree, but I'm still a Lannister, but I don't believe Tywin's way can win a smooth future for Lannister."

"Believe me, Jaime," Tyrion reached out and held Jaime's strong arm, "Tywin, our father is a paranoid, Cersei? This dear sister is a complete idiot and lunatic, you You must master all the secret passages in King's Landing, so that Wildfire and King's Landing will truly belong to you..."

"You don't believe your father? The Lion and the Rose will soon unite, isn't it obvious who holds the power?"

Tyrion shook his head, "Tyril is just a noble who knows how to judge the situation. He is better at compromising and forbearing than confronting him. Our Lannister alliance with him is just a paper deterrent and cannot control the situation. What's more, Stormlands, Dorne and the Iron Islands are all fighting against Tyril. The army of the West has been tired for too long and can't last long relying on the mercenaries on the other side..."

"We have gold mines, so we can bide our time..." Jaime wanted to argue.

"It's not us who prefer to bide our time, brother!"

Tyrion broke Jaime's fantasy with one word, and the latter remained silent.

The Riverlands and the Valley... A giant eagle appeared in Jaime's mind, spreading its wings from the top of the valley and overlooking the riverside plains at the bottom of the mountain.

"Capture Varys, control the secret passages of King's Landing and all the wildfires," Tyrion said loudly, "Maintain the status quo with Arryn, compromise and order," he raised a finger, "This is the safe choice."

In the long and narrow corridor, there were only two Lannister brothers. Jaime was silent, and Tyrion looked at him with expectation in his eyes.

"But," Jaime said, "What if Arryn is unwilling to compromise?"

Tyrion frowned, "The authority of the Arryn family and the Vale has reached the highest peak in history under him. Why doesn't Atis want to maintain this situation? He married a princess."

Jaime shook his head. Tyrion obviously didn't know that Robert Royce had brought up the old case of King Robert.

"Thank you for your advice, brother," Jaime stretched out his hand on Tyrion's shoulder, "but this is not something I can decide alone."

Tyrion's eyes widened. He didn't expect Jaime to choose not to believe him.