Chapter 225
"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 There were still tears in Tommen's eyes, but the sadness had been replaced by hope.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, the prince is entrusted 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 mount his own special war horse and turned around. Return to King's Landing.
"As the heir to an irascible 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?"
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Bronn narrowed his eyes after hearing this, "I think I'll take back the above sentence first," after teasing, he said with some solemnity, "It's difficult, there are so many people there, even the spiders can't find the murderer, and I have no way to start."< br>
"Living water cannot be poisonous," Tyrion's eyebrow lines were 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 internal agents in the city. It may not have much impact, but we still need to be careful."
"There are some more jars in the cellar," the golden robe at the old city gate looked 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 stinky 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 out by the White Walkers. Are you afraid that the captain won't know?" His voice seemed to be 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 runs Littlefinger's brothel?"
"Old Jiu? 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?"
"It's weird to ask questions, but take care of yourself." "King's Landing is full of missionaries and mobs, and the spiders haven't taken any measures. Is it possible that they are laying leads?"
The person who answered paused for a moment, and then said, "Perhaps, like us, we are also exploring those sparrows."
No, Sansa thought, spiders and sparrows are not enemies.
Stonedong, the surname of the bastard in the Vale, made Sansa 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 person with a slightly aged voice, and the accent was unrecognizable, "a legacy of the Mad King."
Destroy the entire King's Landing? Wouldn't that mean that scum like Joffrey, Cersei, and Meryn Tran would all die?
The little girl's fear did not precede her surprise, and Sansa guessed she even smiled 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 vicissitude of voice. "The cavalry in the canyon may have a chance to station here. There is no reason not to investigate."
"Wouldn't it be better to leave it to the spiders? We follow the web."
"The most dangerous move is this. Littlefinger's legacy in King's Landing protects us. Taking the initiative to find spiders is simply courting death."
The lady is not used to staying in the same place for too long, and her previous quietness and meekness have gone forever after experiencing the killings in the Red Keep.
Just like Nymeria and Arya, Sansa thought.
Shalorien's nails rubbed the hammer in his hand, and the waves of the Blackwater Bend did not cause ripples on his face at the same time.
This smelly but still peaceful water was about to be dyed red with blood. Shalorion thought that his fellow Antlers must have the same view as him, and King's Landing guarded by the Blackwater River would sooner or later fall into the hands of the true monarch. inside.
"Secure the chain!" The golden robe on the side looked at him fiercely, and the whip in his hand seemed to be about to fall on his back at any moment.
Just be proud for a while, you only have this last scene left. Shalorien slammed the hammer on the pile, making it sink deep into the soil.
"One piling is not enough." The mason beside him reminded.
Sarolion glanced at him. There was no room for manipulation. The dwarf was really good at using people
He walked to the next piling point.
Tyrion stood on the tower, letting the cold wind blow on his face.
Ser Barristan stood beside him, quietly looking at the river in the middle of the night.
"Stannis's fleet will arrive at any time. The only one who can save King's Landing then is you, Ser Barristan." Tyrion complimented. He was still nervous, but seeing Barristan's strong and straight body My heart even gradually calmed down. Maybe this was the effect the legendary knight had on me. I believe the defenders and people in the city felt the same way.
Barristan didn't say anything, just looked into the distance.
Tyrion swallowed, "You know, King's Landing is facing division. And coincidentally and unfortunately, we are facing an invasion at the same time."
"You need me to stabilize the people." Barristan hit the nail on the head.
"Clang!" Tyrion yelled and snapped his fingers, "I can finally get rid of my stupid sister and talk to smart people."
"I will," Barristan said with deep eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, "Protecting the weak is a knight's code."
"No one in Westeros who abides by chivalry will be on your side." 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 have no guarantee of victory, so we can only block their path with iron ropes across the river, entangle their ships, and delay time, so that Redwyne's fleet can arrive as soon as possible."
Barristan nodded slightly, "Their army won't be many, and quite a few are blocked by Lord Tywin. We just need to hold on to 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 the "fearless" Barristan. People are more willing to believe in this contribution than the king. The legendary knight of many songs and stories is also more willing to be loyal to the king to whom he serves.
The harsh and deep ringing of the bells resounded throughout the Red Fort.
Sansa's bedroom was easily pushed open, and the Hound stood in front of the door.
She looked at the looming fire outside the window and made a rough guess.
"Go somewhere safe, girl," the Hound said.
(End of chapter)