Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Tyrion escorted Jaime, ruthless and impartial.

In the military tent with music and dance.

It took quite a while to get from Lion Gate to Casterly Rock.

Tyrion walked and stopped, visiting almost all the lords along the way in the West.

Uncle Kevan followed him, and acted in a businesslike manner in front of others, which made Tyrion feel relieved.

The lords along the way seemed to have lost their spirit and looked weak.

They should be like this, Tyrion thought.

Although the farmland was no longer in ruins and the manor had been rebuilt, the burned castle, the empty barn, and the few preserved cattle and sheep

This scene made people unhappy.

What's more, they had to kneel in front of the half-man they always laughed at and looked down on.

"I will never kneel, dwarf!" The little lord refused to kneel and declared passionately, but at this moment his head was chopped off by Uncle Kevan and hung on the abandoned inn.

After that, Tyrion held his horse's belly and thought about Kevan's behavior.

"You should remind them that although your father is dead, the lion is still a lion." Kevan emphasized again and again.

Tyrion's face was solemn. He looked at the tired soldiers around him and the red and gold battle flag of Lannister that was dejected in the wind.

"I am not my father," Tyrion responded, turned his horse's head, and said, "I am not that tall, and I am not bald."

He said this sentence softly, I hope Uncle Kevan didn't hear it.

Today is different from the past. The pressure of Lord Tywin has passed, covered by the flying war and the endless smoke of war. People are exhausted and the lords are overwhelmed.

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Tyrion looked at his thin body and shook his head.

This is the way to death.

Tyrion got off the horse, untied the rope that bound the little lord's body with his own hands, and comforted his nephew, the only remaining heir.

"This place has become a wasteland. If you don't want to starve to death or be killed by bandits, take this bag of gold dragons and follow the team to Casterly Rock. You can borrow the passage to Lannisport and live there."

"Can I follow you?"

Tyrion waved his hand quickly, "May the Seven Gods bless me. Maybe I am merciful enough, but I dare not let Lannister's enemies enter the court of Casterly Rock."

"Lest you die without knowing how in the end," Tyrion left here, complaining constantly.

Jaime drank wine, he drank almost every day.

"It's not far from Casterly Rock." Tyrion reminded him.

Podrick served them two thick-cut grilled steaks. The beef was quite raw, red, and soaked in blood and sauce.

Tyrion touched it and found it was the doneness that Jaime liked.

He pushed the plate forward and watched Jaime pick up the knife skillfully and cut the beef like cutting butter, without a trace of stickiness. He put down the knife and changed his hand to pick up the fork, and his mouth was full of chewing.

"You're getting a better appetite," Tyrion said, opening and closing his mouth. "I need you."

Jaime put down his fork, but didn't stop eating.

After chewing for a while, he paused, "How to help?"

"Uncle Kevan wants me to continue the way of Duke Tywin's governance, but" Tyrion touched his chin, looked around the tent, stepped forward and pulled off the golden lion pennant hanging above his head, "but now is different from the past, the lions are no longer as strong as before, and the princes are no longer wrapped in gold foil shoes and holding silver-handled swords. Now they are all beggars wearing animal skin robes squatting in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary and praying for a bag of food. They have all become barefoot civilians."

Tyrion sat down in front of his brother, "Do you still know anyone in the regular army of Casterly Rock?"

"Damion Lannister is in charge of them, maybe the people have been replaced."

Tyrion shook his head, "No, my father just died, Damion has no time to get involved at this time."

Jaime picked up the wine glass, "Lannisport Garrison?"

"Uncle Kevan has handed the token to me." Tyrion took out a golden ring from his arms with a lion cub's head carved on it, "This team Wu will not move. "

"What do you want the standing army of Casterly Rock for? I thought Artis Arryn would give you enough support."

"Just like the Dornishmen recklessly ran into the Stormlands, I don't think the lords of the Westerlands have much good feelings towards the army of the Valley. I'd better not cause unnecessary trouble," Tyrion moistened his wine and continued to answer: "Before the attack on Oldtown, I asked Kevan to do some things and took over a lot of work for merchant ships in the port of Oldtown, so I saved a lot of food. With these soldiers, I patrolled the Westerlands, distributed food, and also helped me. "

Jaime narrowed his eyes, "I thought the food obtained by the common people in King's Landing was enough."

"Merchants are all profit-seeking. I was indeed surprised that Euron Greyjoy easily took Oldtown, but his style before that also helped us a lot, such as the grain transport ships. They have to be sold after all. It is a blessing for their Oldtown Chamber of Commerce to find a buyer who can take it in one fell swoop. "

"Arryn?" Jaime asked. "Why ask that?"

Tyrion reached out to Podrick, who was wearing two layers of thick fleece and sweating in front of the hot stove.

Pod brought the hot wine pot over, moved the lid, and dispersed the steam.

Tyrion took the wet towel from Pod's hand and held the handle of the pot, "He is still contacting horse traders everywhere, including the Westerlands."

Jaime looked at him, "I'm curious, brother," took the wine handed by Tyrion, "Are you a Lannister now, or..."

"The future belongs to Aelin," Tyrion said, with certainty in his words. "We have always been good at taking charge of situations, but we always have to adapt to the role of no longer being the leader. Otherwise, it would be wrong to plan politics without taking our position. Disaster."

James was silent for a long time. He knew clearly that all Tyrion's current thoughts were on his status as the Guardian of the West and even the Duke of Casterly Rock during a special period. "What do you want to do?"

"The army is behind me. The size of the standing army and garrison will not be reduced. It will remain as it is and help our lords who are now in disaster."

"Food? Golden dragon?"

"There is also labor," Tyrion said. "I got some inspiration from the Handan's governance at Harrenhal and the Green Fork. The Casterly Rock standing army and the Lannis garrison participated in the restoration of the territory, and there are also people from the old The food harvested from the town and King's Landing, and our mighty gold mines."

"What if," Jaime thought keenly, "Greyjoy invades Lannisport?"

Tyrion took a sip of wine, "If the gods hadn't favored us, Robb Stark would have lost his life under Casterly Rock."

"You mean"

"Davon Lannister is good at defense and uses the castle as a chain. He was also the commander of the Lannisport garrison."

"I'm afraid he's still fishing on the island."

"I will land on the island, ask him to guard Lannisport, and hand over the military power to him, as well as the income from the nearby gold mines," Tyrion said.

"Gold mine?"

"Yes," Tyrion said firmly, "there is no use in gathering wealth now. Although one stage of the war is over, if those wet-haired ironborn bring their iron axes and the Drowned God's faith into the West, the war will probably continue to spread. ”

"I don't know Euron Greyjoy," Jaime said, "but the fact that they were able to storm Old Town and capture most of Hightower's army shows that he is not stupid."

"But it's arrogant. Have you seen his declaration of war?" Tyrion asked.

James shook his head.

"He can declare war for any reason, but it is mixed with religion. Maybe he can conquer King's Landing, but it will be difficult for him to win over people's hearts."

"There are no warrior sons now."

"You are wrong," Tyrion smiled knowingly. "The Riverlands and the King's Land are full of followers of the High Sparrow. Even if they are not organized, they are still a big trouble. Now it is Harold Hatton, who is under the Prime Minister, to deal with them. , but this is Lord Attis Arryn’s superficial military order.”

"A superficial military order?"

"Once the letter of challenge is sent, even if the warrior's son does not collude with us, we can still work together for a while. Once we cooperate, it will not be a worry as long as we give some benefits after the war and share some benefits." Tyrion said with a look. There is quite a proud look in it.

James laughed out loud, "Your suggestion?"

"What if?" Tyrion opened his hand.

Tyrion was a little excited. He squatted on the chair, stared at the hot wine on the table, and murmured to himself through the white steam:

"Earl Hightower is a kind man. He let go of all the mercenaries he recruited before the war. I don't know if it's because of financial constraints or something else. In short, we will not be short of soldiers."

James frowned, "How many mercenaries are there?"

"No less than 20,000, at least a quarter of which was passed on by my father, and the rest are mercenaries from the Reach and Stormlands."

"Are you planning to recruit these mercenaries?"

"In special times, there is no benefit in gathering wealth," Tyrion said. "It is better to station them in Lannisport and put them under the command of Davon. I remember that when he was the commander of the Lannisport garrison, he made many servants. corps."

James narrowed his eyes, "You are really capable, brother."

Tyrion knocked his head, "Euron Greyjoy may be very powerful and understand military strategy, but unfortunately there is a fatal impression hovering around his family and his people."

"What impression?"

Tyrion took a sip of his wine, being careful not to get burned, and sighed before saying, "Ironborn, a bunch of poor people without money."

Jaime and Tyrion looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.

"And Lannister." Jaime deliberately didn't say the second part.

"Gold comes from shit!"