Escorted by ten Lannister Red Cloaks wearing lion-print half-helmets and crimson cloaks on their shoulders, Tyrion·Lannister rode out Red Keep.
Tyrion turned his head and looked at his new attendant. He was a quiet and shy boy.
Tyrion likes to tease him whenever he has nothing to do, "Pod, raise your head and be majestic. You are Lannister Lion's attendant."
Tyrion's new squire comes from the vassal family of Lannister. His name is Podrick Pine, and he is a distant cousin of the late Sir Ilyn Pine.
Podrick is twelve years old. He is a thin boy with brown hair and blue eyes.
Podrick quickly raised his head and puffed out his weak chest. The boy's move made Tyrion laugh.
Because of the laughter that came from the scene, Podrick was a little overwhelmed and could only maintain a "majestic" posture.
Tyrion suppressed his smile and pretended to be serious, "That's all. Be energetic, my attendant."
Podrick stuttered a little when he spoke, "As you command, my lord."
Tyrion turned his head and glanced at the Red Cloaks soldier following him, and said, "Pod, come closer."
"As you command, my lord." Podrick lightly kicked the horse's belly and rode side by side with Tyrion.
Tyrion lowered his voice slightly. "Pod, have you found a good swordsman?"
Podrick also lowered his voice. "Sir, I have found a few, one of them is very skilled, but I am a little worried about that person."
Tyrion lowered his voice again. "How to say?"
Podrick whispered, "I... I think he only values Gold Dragon. He... he... he has no sense of honor."
Tyrion was deliberately making fun of the boy. He chuckled, "Don't be so quiet, my attendant."
Tyrion wanted to reach out and pat the stunned boy to show encouragement, but found that... it was slightly out of reach... so he snapped his fingers.
"Pod, well done, I like realistic people. Gold Dragon is a good thing, I love my father, praise Lannister."
Tyrion specially brought the ten guards left for him by Jaime today. The purpose of new Hand of the King today is to patrol King's Landing.
King's Landing After experiencing the last riot, pairs of golden-robed soldiers could be seen everywhere. They wore black chainmail, patrolling the streets and alleys, and never left their hands with iron rods.
The streets of King's Landing have always been bustling with people and people, but now they seemed very depressed.
The market was full of people in tattered clothes who were selling their goods. They would sell them to anyone willing to pay... but there were almost no farmers selling meat and vegetables. The few stalls that put out food were asking for three times the price of last year.
Tyrion led his attendants and red-robed guards around, and his face became increasingly serious. The new Hand of the King realized that King's Landing's food crisis was already quite serious. If it could not be solved as soon as possible, the next riot would not be too far away, and the scale of the riot would only be larger.
"Fresh rats! Fresh rats!" A vendor was selling roasted rats on the street.
There are guards standing guard at every store in Flour Street. Now King's Landing... the hiring price of mercenaries is cheaper than bread.
Tyrion frowned and moved on the saddle uneasily... The food crisis must be solved in a short time, otherwise Lannister will soon be torn apart by the hungry and red-eyed people.
In front of the door of a tavern, Varys stood with his arms linked together, a gentle smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Tyrion stopped the horse, and then jumped down with the help of the attendant.
"Varys-sama..."
Tyrion raised his eyes and looked at the inconspicuously decorated tavern, and continued, "I didn't expect to meet you here... are you waiting for me?"
Varys nodded slightly. "Dear Lord Hand, I'm so glad to see you. I apologize for any inconvenience."
Tyrion grinned. "Drink two drinks with me?"
Varys nodded again. "It's an honor."
In the tavern, after Tyrion climbed on the chair and sat down, Varys bowed slightly before slowly sitting down.
"Did Master Varys bring good news?", Tyrion said while shaking the wine in the glass.
Tyrion was smiling, but in his heart he was wary of Spider who had grasped his movements.
"Master Tyrion, my Little Bird can only hear bad news during this period, alas!"
After a pause, he continued, "It really makes me sad... It's very difficult for me to please the Queen Mother Regent now, which makes me deeply uneasy."
Tyrion grinned. "Maybe you didn't find the right method."
Varys was slightly stunned, but the next moment he was all smiles. "You and the Queen Mother are siblings, so naturally we know each other better. I am just a timid servant, and boldly guessing the preferences of big shots is a crime in itself."
"Crime?"
Tyrion looked at the smiling Varys and took a sip of wine.
"I secretly wished that my amiable father would die, and I had the same wish for my sister. I mean our beautiful and gentle Queen Regent. Varys, is this a crime?"
After Tyrion finished speaking, Varys was so frightened that he hurriedly looked around. When he saw that there was no one else, he exhaled.
Tyrion smiled happily, "Master Varys, you are too cautious. I was just joking. Lannister is a family that loves each other. This is something everyone knows."
Tyrion kept joking, but he kept secretly paying attention to Varys's expression.
Varys's face was still very pale. "My Lord Hand, please stop making fun of me..."
Varys was still frightened. He patted his beating chest and said, "I have served Mad King and Robert I. After a long time, I finally realized that small people should never reason with big people... Therefore, caution is the safest way to save life."
Tyrion laughed, "Well, my little chicken told me that this is a kind suggestion."
Varys sighed helplessly, "Be careful when you go out, my Lord Hand! The current situation is chaotic, King's Landing is not very safe recently, extrajudicial murderers are running rampant everywhere, the swords in their hands are cold, and their hearts are even more ruthless."
Tyrion understands what Varys means. The one who came to him today is Varys, who is not in danger. Of course, others can come to him with swords in hand.
Tyrion blinked one eye and said, "My sister loves me very much, because I am now her Hand of the King... well, the Queen Regent's errand boy Hand of the King."
Varys said seriously, "Master Tyrion, my Little Bird told me that after you left yesterday, Queen Regent Cersei summoned Lord Crabb."
Tyrion's eyes moved, and he scratched his head in distress. "My sister is really simple and straightforward..."
Tyrion is reflecting... Many times, his mouth is faster than his brain. This problem really needs to be corrected.
A smile appeared on Varys's fat face, "Queen Regent Cersei trusts Lord Crabb very much. She feels more at ease when Gold Cloaks is placed in his hands."
Tyrion picked up the wine bottle. He almost leaned over the table in order to pour wine for Varys.
While pouring the wine, he said, "Master Varys, do you have any idea?"
Varys shook his head slightly, and the smile on his face deepened, "Master Tyrion, do you think the Queen Mother relies on Gold Cloaks's 6000 swords to control King's Landing?"
Tyrion propped himself up with one hand and held a wine bottle in the other hand, sitting back awkwardly in the chair.
Wow, he lowered his eyes and poured wine into his own glass.
Tyrion put down the flask, stopped his thoughts, and said with a smile, "Master Varys, do you have a different opinion?"
Varys picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and said, "In addition to 6000 Gold Cloaks, King's Landing, there are also 2000 Crabb and Blue Cloaks."
After a pause, he sighed, "Lioness has extraordinary courage, which is really admirable."
Tyrion actually felt flustered after hearing this, but on the surface he seemed confident. He grinned. "It seems that I took the wrong direction to solve the problem."
There was some concern in Varys's voice. "Lord Crabb has the compassion of a knight, but his admirable quality is loyalty. At this point, you are already Hand of the King, the envy of everyone, so I would like to advise you to act with caution. After all, you are Queen Regent Cersei's younger brother. I believe she will not make things too difficult for you."
Tyrion shrugged. He also thought about dealing with Hand of the King's position casually, but he was really itchy... to prove his ability to his father? To become the Dwarf hero who saves the kingdom? To shut up all those who laugh at him? There are many reasons.
Tyrion laughed at himself in his heart, maybe he just wanted to have a taste of power.
Tyrion shook the wine glass in his hand, and his tone became solemn. "Sir Varys, thank you for the reminder, A Lannister always pays his debts."
Varys shook his head slightly. "Actually, I didn't do anything, and I didn't dare to do anything more. I just hope that this rare good person can have a better life."
After speaking, he sighed softly.
Varys stood up from the chair. "Lord Hand, I'll leave first."
After leaving the chair, Varys rubbed his powdered hands and said, "Sir Tyrion, before I leave, can I guess a riddle for you?"
Without waiting for Tyrion to answer, he said, "Three prominent people were sitting in a room, one was a king, one was a monk, and the last one was a rich man. There was a mercenary standing among them. This man was from a humble background and had mediocre talents. Each prominent person ordered him to kill the other two. The king said... I am your legal king, and I order you to kill them. The monk said... I ask you to kill them in the name of the Gods in heaven. The rich man said... Kill them, and all my gold, silver and jewels will be given to you. Guess... who will die and who will live?"
After saying that, Varys nodded slightly, stepped on soft-soled slippers, and left the tavern in a hurry.
Tyrion leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine.
The riddle is easy to guess... The man with the sword can kill whoever he wants. Even prominent people may die, but the man with the sword will not die.
Tyrion stared at the wine in the glass...Varys's kindness to him came suddenly, but was gentle and silent.
What is Varys planning?
Varys wants to tell him, can they be their own people?
Tyrion feels that Varys is by no means as timid and fearful as he appears on the surface... He has served Mad King and Robert, and now he is still serving as the new king's important minister... Eunuchs are not simple.
None of this matters. He is now weak and needs to win over some people who can stand on his side.
Tyrion took a sip of wine... He is not yet at the point where he can be picky. Now he just wants to see if it is worth winning over, or if he can be won over.
Bump, bump, bump!
The sudden sound not only interrupted Tyrion's meditation, but also shocked Tyrion.
Is that the sound of closing the window?! Tyrion grabbed the back of the chair with one hand and stood on the seat.
The candlelight flickered and the tavern became a little dim. Only then did Tyrion realize that he was the only one here.
Tyrion didn't hesitate at all. His guards were outside and he had to join them as soon as possible.
Tap~tap~tap~tap~ As the footsteps came, a tall and tall figure gradually became clear in Tyrion's sight.
Tyrion's eyes widened slightly. "Gryn?"
Tyrion sat back in the chair. The person sitting opposite him was Varys just now, but now he has become Gryn.
Gryn spread his hands and said, "Tyrion Hand of the King, does it seem like Varys deliberately brought you here?"
Tyrion's face was serious. "Where are my little attendants and guards?"
Gryn slowly raised a hand and made a gesture of wiping his neck.
Tyrion's eyes became sharp. He stared at Gryn. The expression of the person opposite him did not change. The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was very heavy.
After a moment of silence, Tyrion narrowed his eyes slightly and said word by word, "Gryn, Cersei, have you slept with me?"
The dull atmosphere was immediately broken, and Gryn raised his face and smiled.
Tyrion grinned. "If you don't mind, tell me every detail one by one."
Gryn rubbed his jet black hair and said helplessly, "No wonder Queen Regent Cersei always wants to hang your head on the top of the city."
Tyrion laughed at first, and then said seriously, "Gryn, I'm sorry, my mouth likes to run in front of my head sometimes... Well, especially in front of my dear sister."
Gryn tapped the table with his slender fingers. "Tyrion, in the name of the Queen Mother Regent, I want to ask you something."
Tyrion said with a smile, "Hey, I didn't do anything to regret my sister. Her brother is good and obedient. She is definitely a lucky sister."
Gryn prompted. "The Mountain's head."
Tyrion's smile froze. He thought for a while and suddenly said, "Did you guess it?"
Gryn Tap your chin lightly.
Tyrion scratched his hair and complained, "Gryn, I hate your cleverness."
The movement of his hand paused, and then he said, "Where did you guess?"
Gryn smiled, "Marriage."
Tyrion's voice was full of expectation. "Cersei shouldn't know, right?"
Gryn shrugged. "In the name of the Queen Mother Regent, I will interrogate you in a friendly manner."
Tyrion leaned on the back of the chair weakly. He held his forehead and said, "I can explain... my favorite sister... I do it for..."
Tyrion straightened up suddenly, grabbed the table with both hands, and said, "What else have you said to my beautiful, charming, gentle, and kind sister Cersei?"