Seeker of Dragons-Tyrion

It's your Name Day again! What kind of little guy do you want?

"I want a dragon, Uncle."

"Haha, apart from this, dragons have been extinct for a long time----"

On a soft, large bed, Tyrion's body trembled. He had a dream, perhaps because he was so far from home, that he dreamt of Casterly Rock.

When he was very young, his uncle asked him what gift he wanted, Tyrion said he wanted a dragon.

He was heartbroken to learn that the dragons had become extinct.

Tyrion looked out the window; the sea breeze stirred the blue curtains, bringing in a cool breeze. The Free Cities were much hotter than Westeros.

He walked to the window and looked at the Palace of the Nine Towers not far away, which was built by the merchant governors of Pentos for the Dothraki Khal Drogo.

The people of Pentos went to great lengths to please those Khal.

But now things are better. Drogo is dead. Although the Palace of the Nine Towers are no longer needed, the Pentos people no longer need to live in fear of Dothraki attacks.

It's as if he himself no longer needs to worry about the inheritance of Casterly Rock, because Casterly Rock has already been taken away.

Tyrion simply couldn't understand it. Just a year ago, Jon was a greenhorn standing right in front of him, being lectured by him.

He was naive, sensitive, insecure, and impulsive, but a year later, he unexpectedly became a pivotal figure who turned the tide and stirred up the kingdom.

When Tyrion was attacked on the battlefield and then awoke, Joffrey was already dead and King's Landing had changed hands.

The Lion-Flower Alliance, which Littlefinger Petyr had assembled, had also fallen apart at the opportune moment.

The Lannister ' situation has become quite dire.

However, Tyrion wasn't particularly worried at that time. He knew how treacherous Golden Tooth was, especially to him, it was more treacherous than it appeared to ordinary people.

There was also the belief that "Casterly Rock will never fall," which made him feel even more at ease when he learned that his father, who disliked him, had actually fled back to the Westerlands.

He believed that Stannis would definitely be unable to deal with the Westerlands, and that at most, after one or two battles, the two sides would have to negotiate peace.

So Tyrell followed Varys ' advice and left King's Landing to lay low until the Lannister and the new king reached an agreement before returning.

After all, the journey back to the Westerlands would mean facing the chaotic Riverlands and the menacing armies of the North and Riverlands.

When Tyrion learned that Jon was going to attack the Westerlands, his heart skipped a beat. Although he still couldn't figure out what methods Jon would use to breach Golden Tooth and invade the Westerlands, he was inexplicably worried.

Sure enough, my worries have come true.

"They're actually using Wildfire to block rainwater?"

Tyrion looked up at the sky and couldn't help but feel a deep sense of irony. He was the first person to use Wildfire in war, but Jon's use of Wildfire was far more masterful, even more imaginative.

Suddenly, Tyrion saw a blue-haired man enter the mansion.

"Tyrosh?" In Tyrion's mind, it seemed that only the Tyrosh liked to dye their hair in various colors.

However, Tyrion quickly realized that wasn't the case. The man who appeared to be Tyrosh spoke softly, and the Tyrosh, besides their penchant for dyeing their hair in various colors, were known for their loud voices.

"He does look like a knight," Tyrion thought to himself, as he suddenly felt a little hungry, just in time for the knocking.

Tyrion opened the door to a burly man with brown skin, over seven feet tall, even taller than Jaime in Tyrion's memory. The man was also very strong, with curly chest hair covering his bare chest, making him look like a wall of flesh.

His body width is almost three times that of Tyrion!

"Strong Belwas." Tyrion smiled, "What a pity he's a eunuch," he thought.

Strong Belwas is the owner of the mansion where Tyrion currently resides—a slave gladiator that Illyrio bought from the arena in Meereen, and also acts as Illyrio's bodyguard.

"Lord Illyrio requests your presence."

"Oh, are you attending a banquet? No problem."

No, it's just the past.

Strong Belwas's Common Tongue was only so-so, so his replies were always very brief.

"Alright." Tyrion shrugged, when suddenly another gust of sea breeze blew in. Driven by the wind, the window slammed against the wall, making a loud noise.

Suddenly, Tyrion felt a cold sweat break out on his back, his mind racing. He seemed to realize something—"Illyrio is going to kill me!"

Tyrion suddenly realized this possibility, and it seemed to be the only possibility.

He didn't believe Varys had saved him entirely out of kindness. In his view, if King's Landing was saved, he would be the greatest contributor, and Varys could also reap some benefits as a bonus.

Even if King's Landing is lost, Casterly Rock will still exist, and he can still reap some benefits; the only question is how much.

But now, not only King's Landing been lost, but the Westerlands and Casterly Rock have also been lost. The House Lannister can be said to have no place in Westeros at all, so his usefulness is self-evident - hand him over to Stannis in exchange for some reward money.

Or perhaps he could trade his Lannister for something else, but it wouldn't make much difference.

Despite considering this terrible possibility, Tyrion remained calm and followed behind Strong Belwas.

"Your Excellency Strong Belwas, what's cooking in the kitchen today?"

"Have no idea."

Do you have any wine?

I think so.

"Then make me a lot more, I'm a little afraid of pain."

Strong Belwas glanced back at Tyrion, not quite understanding his meaning.

However, the two soon passed through the corridor and arrived at Illyrio 'Illyrio room, where the blue-haired man who had suddenly entered was also present.

"Griffin, this is Tyrion, Tyrion Lannister." It was Illyrio who spoke; he was somewhat obese, and his brown beard covered his lips.

The chair Illyrio was sitting in was quite spacious, but it seemed like he had to exert a lot of effort to squeeze himself into it.

Compared to him, the blue-haired man had a much more normal build and looked like a mercenary, exuding the smell of leather and steel.

Griffin?"Tyrion couldn't recall who Griffin was, and there didn't seem to be such a name in the Seven Kingdoms, but he still greeted him nonetheless.

"Hey, Sir Griffin, your shoulders look really broad. Give me a good one later."

The man Griffin looked at Illyrio, not understanding what Tyrion was talking about.

Illyrio didn't know what he was talking about either. Seeing that the two of them looked very confused, Tyrion finally asked, "Uh—"

"Aren't you going to kill me, or hand me over to Stannis?"

Illyrio glanced at the blue-haired man and chuckled, "Ah, Tyrion, how could that be? After all, Varys said you were a friend when he sent you to me."

"A friend? If he were truly a friend, he wouldn't have told Jon about the secret passage into the Red Keep," Tyrion thought, but then breathed a sigh of relief.

"May the gods have mercy on me, that I still have friends even in this dire situation."

Tyrion walked over to a chair, tiptoed, and slid his bottom onto it with practiced ease.

He knew that since the other party didn't intend to kill him, they must want him to do something. Since he still had value, he could relax a little.

"It's like this, Tyrion, I need you to go to Slaver's Bay with this Lord Griffin," Illyrio said, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Illyrio, didn't Varys already say he wanted us to get rid of him? Why are you—" the man named Griffin asked.

"To keep that rapidly rising White Wolf Knight in check." Illyrio pulled out a piece of cheese from somewhere and popped it into his mouth.

Illyrio did not tell Tyrion all the plans, but simply asked him if he wanted to retake Casterly Rock.

His condition was that Tyrion join them, promising that if they overthrew Stannis, he would give him an army to return to the Westerlands and retake Casterly Rock.

"I've already looked into this Jon," the blue-haired man said. "He's no simple character. Now that we've decided to cooperate with him, we shouldn't be so calculating!"

Griffin stated that he fully understood Jon, and that it was inappropriate for them to scheme against their ally before their grand plan had even come to fruition.

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"Oh, my Lord Griffin, don't you think fate is truly wondrous? You're also named Jon."

What is the relationship between these two?

The wind blowing in from the window ruffled Griffin's blue hair, revealing his reddish-brown roots.

He wasn't called Griffin; he came from House Connington in the Stormlands and was named Jon Connington.

"Alright, alright, let our little one live a little longer. As you said, although the prospects are good now, we still need to go through a considerable battle to reclaim what is rightfully ours. You should also know that if it weren't for that White Wolf Knight, Tyrion would have almost held onto King's Landing. Let's keep him for now; he'll be useful, and besides, this guy has a good way with words and can persuade that dragon queen."

When Daenerys was mentioned, a strange expression suddenly appeared on Illyrio's face.

There was a time when he even considered making that dragon queen his bed partner—she was a genuine Targaryen.

Just a year ago, this Dragon Queen was merely a commodity that the Beggar King wanted to sell, but now she has actually ignited a war in Slaver's Bay —it's truly unbelievable.

The same goes for Jon. A year ago, he was just a bastard, but today he has become the Lord of Casterly Rock, a powerful lord.

This world is absolutely insane.

However, he then thought of the child. Since both of them could become king, it didn't seem like a pipe dream.

And in order for that child to sit on that throne, Illyrio believed it was necessary to mobilize all his power!