Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Tyrion's eyes widened, one black and one green, one larger and one smaller. He raised his head and grinned the left corner of his mouth, trying to make a smile.

The son of the forest, "Red Mane" who landed on Thousand Faces Island, jumped off his horse, patted the dust accumulated on his green leaf apron, and when he raised his eyes and saw Tyrion, he had the same look. Staring wide, the narrow cat eyes suddenly turned into round owl eyes, shining like two golden ambers.

Attis had seen this look before, as did his Adam, the Shadowcat, when he met his compatriots on the Valley Road.

Hong Man's eyes quickly changed from joy to shock. "Gods of nature, I thought I would see my compatriots from the earth in a human castle!" He sighed with some regret.

"Forest. Children of the forest?" Tyrion raised his hand and pointed at the red vine, but then felt a little rude, so he put it down and looked up and down with curiosity and disbelief.

Hongman bowed politely, "Singer of the earth, darling of the forest, believer of the old gods, Duke Attis Arryn's 'green man' maester, Redman of Thousand Faces Islet, greets you."

"Maester Green Man?" Tyrion looked at Attis in surprise. This duke always made new things for people, and he was amazed every time.

"The Children of the Forest have re-signed an oath with me, the Andals, the ancestors, and humans. Red Mane is my advisor, the 'Green Man' maester." Attis said.

The red vine passed by Tyrion, facing the dumbfounded eyes of the surrounding humans, and walked into the Hall of Hundreds of Furnaces.

The old steward of Harrenhal led the way. He wanted to choose the most satisfactory residence for the children of the forest in this castle.

Before Tyrion could wake up from the shock, Attis spoke first.

"Tywin Lannister."

Tyrion's heterochromatic pupils suddenly shrank, he turned around and looked at Attis, who was dismounting.

"Duke." He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Attis.

"Lord Tywin has been taken away by the stranger's pale horse. His rest day will come soon. Please express your condolences. We will all attend his funeral then," Attis said, as if there was still sadness in his words. "Under the watchful eyes of the seven gods, I also want to express my respect to this prime minister who is dedicated to the kingdom and express my condolences to the king."

Tyrion swallowed, knowing that Attis came to him not only to express peace and comfort.

"I received news that Kevan Lannister has already set off to return to the West before he can reach the West. I'm afraid he will have to go to King's Landing to deal with the situation left by his brother. This will not be an easy task."

Attis looked down at Tyrion, "And you, Tyrion Lannister, are Lord Tywin's legal heir. As the gods witness, Casterly Rock will be yours."

Despite having anticipated this fact, Tyrion's breath still hitched as he heard these words coming from the mouth of the most powerful Duke in the Seven Kingdoms.

"My father just passed away."

"I understand," Attis said, seeming to see the guilt hidden in Tyrion's eyes, and not intending to give him any time to think, "so you will mention it to the king after you and I attend the Prime Minister's funeral. This matter."

Tyrion opened his mouth slightly, then closed it.

"It is your legal right, Tyrion," Attis said. "Accept it."

The Duke said no more, led the horse to the attendant, and walked into the house.

"Attis," Tyrion said after him, "if we are to enter King's Landing, wildfire, wildfire is a danger after all."

"The direwolf handed us the map drawn by Sansa Stark, but it did not indicate the hiding place of Wildfire. It only told us Varys's escape place. According to my observations in King's Landing, this little girl is absolutely I don’t have the ability to do such a thing, but..."

"But she, a Stark girl, really did what she did and escaped from the eyes of the gold cloaks and the Lannister. Tyrion, I'm afraid we all have to treat her differently. That's the truth, she's not an ordinary little girl, she's a bloodthirsty wolf," Artis said.

Tyrion nodded. He remembered the rumors in King's Landing. The direwolf bit off Tywin Lannister's head in one bite. In other words, regardless of whether Tywin died from the strangler's poison, he would not be able to escape the sudden attack of the direwolf in the end. Cold arrow.

Death is inevitable.

Such a meticulous layout actually came from Sansa? Tyrion recalled how Sansa Stark acted like a lady in King's Landing. How could it be...

But, as Attis said, facts are facts. Sansa Stark's previous ladylike appearance has become a fatal disguise in Tyrion's understanding.

Fortunately, Tyrion thought to himself, he was lucky to have escaped from King's Landing early.

Artis nodded, "Wildfire is indeed a hidden danger, so I have asked Evan Aylin to return to King's Landing early to participate in the investigation of the tunnel with Robert to prepare for our entry into King's Landing."

Tyrion took a deep breath. He knew that except for the hidden danger of wildfire, nothing could stop Arryn from becoming the true uncrowned king south of the Twins. Even if he raised his head and met Attis's eyes, even if he really wanted to Becoming king is just one step away.

As for obstacles, the Lannister self-protection is no longer enough. The Iron Islands' fleet is now harassing the Reach, but who knows when they will follow the example of the past and sack Lannister Port.

His good sister Cersei is just a fool and is probably only a threat when she goes crazy.

He thought of James and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. James has always been a knight since he was a child.

Tyrion followed the Duke of the Valley, from the large and warm hall of Hundred Furnaces Hall, along the long corridor, across the stairs at the bend, up to the tower connecting the main hall, and walked on the ropes connected by iron chains. on the bridge.

"Speaking of heading to King's Landing," Tyrion said. Attis put his hand on the hilt of his sword, stopped where he was, and turned to look at Tyrion who spoke. Tyrion took a deep breath. This was the first time he formally stood. From the perspective of Attis, he advised him, "Ahem, my dear sister and nephew probably spend more money than King Robert. When I was in King's Landing, King's Landing had a lot of wealth. It’s a pity not to use this wealth on yourself.”

"Tell me about it."

Tyrion held on to the iron chain of the rope bridge and moved forward step by step, his body swaying along the bridge, his golden, almost white hair gently blowing in the wind, "Euron Greyjoy and his iron fleet are here. The river bend has been plundered for so many days, and it is impossible for Earl Paxter in King's Landing not to notice it. When the Ironborn really threaten the Arbor Island, he will definitely lead the Arbor Island fleet back. "

Attis nodded silently.

"At that time, there will be no ships available in King's Landing, but the royal family cannot live without its own fleet."

Attis frowned. He roughly guessed what Tyrion was going to say.

"It just so happens that the Seagull Town fleet is being prepared, and the battleship planning is nearing completion," Tyrion coughed slightly, "Sorry, I accidentally learned this news from Count Yohn, cough cough."

Attis smiled slightly and said it was okay.

"Haiou Town can take the lead in showing its loyalty to the royal family and is willing to replace the Qingting Island fleet as the royal fleet. At that time, all royal funds will be used for fleet construction, which can help save a lot of money. Besides, the major families in Haiou Town have always raised money. To build a naval fleet and use the money from the royal family, Aylin can also lend a hand."

"Any more?" Attis asked.

Tyrion's hair was messed up by the wind, "Ahem! Attis, let's go in and talk."

The two walked into the other side of the tower, and the attendant handed them two glasses of warm wine.

Tyrion couldn't wait to pick it up and sip it, sighing.

"The Trident River surges and then stops. It's so fast. There are a lot of fertile soil farms that can be cultivated. It's time to use people. The Duke's men are eager to recruit soldiers to return home. You can discuss with your knights to cultivate on the spot and gather in time of war. Wait until the round of farming on the Trident River is over before you consider discharging your armor and returning home." Tyrion took another sip of wine. "At that time, you don't have to use all the farmland or the royal golden dragon for Seagull Town. You can also allocate some of it to Seagull Town. With these tens of thousands of levied soldiers, the harvest of farm farming can also be adjusted according to work. Such huge profits will not fail to interest the farmers in the valley. "

"Besides, there are only a few taverns and brothels along such a long King's Road. In my opinion, if we want to integrate the Riverlands and understand the needs of the lords everywhere, these facilities are indispensable. Farmers can't stay here. Much happier." Tyrion also relaxed and said to Attis with a smile.