Tyrion couldn't pull Davos away and could only stare at him, "Get out of the way, I have something important to do with Ms. Tysha."
Davos thought that Tyrion wanted to seek revenge from Tysha, so he hurriedly stopped Tyrion, "Lord Hand, let bygones be bygones, let's go see His Majesty first..."
"No, I can't handle this matter here!" Tyrion looked at Tysha guiltily, "Tysha, listen to my explanation."
Tysha held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his hand, getting ready to attack, "Sir Tyrion is right, there are some things that are difficult to deal with. However, no matter who was right or wrong back then, I don't care anymore. I just ask you, Master Tyrion, not to bother you anymore, so that I can serve His Majesty Luke with peace of mind and stay here to serve Supreme God."
Davos saw Tysha seeming to draw his sword, and quickly pulled Tysha's arm, "Master Magister, don't be impulsive."
Tyrion's eyes turned red, he pointed at Davos and shouted angrily, "Let go!"
Tysha pulled out the sword suddenly, and Davos followed suit, holding down the half-drawn sword tightly.
He turned back to Tyrion and said, "Lord Hand, I think you'd better avoid it. I can't handle the conflict between you two. This matter can only be left to His Majesty Luke to decide."
Tyrion lowered his face, "Sir Davos, this is my housework."
"Housework? Miss Tysha is your family?" Davos looked at Tysha, wanting to find the answer from her.
Tyrion was the first to answer, "Yes, she is my wife."
Tysha's body was instantly covered with Ice, and Davos couldn't help but retract her hand from the cold. She pulled out her sword and pointed at Tyrion, He gritted his teeth and said with a smile, "Wife? I'm just the daughter your brother bought for you, and was sent to the barracks by your father to serve hundreds of soldiers. Tyrion Master is really a noble man who forgets things, so you can only let me remind you."
Tyrion wanted to explain, "Tysha, I didn't trust you enough at the beginning. But I didn't expect that Jaime would deceive me... I have already avenged you, Tywin..."
"Shameless! Don't force your dog-eating-dog thing on me Lannister. Tyrion·Lannister, I tell you, don't talk to me in the future! Next time, I will cut off your arm and let you experience the pain of gouging out your heart!"
Tysha After finishing speaking, he took several accompanying maids and left the port without looking back.
Davos saw something, and he comforted Tyrion: "Lord Hand, we have a long way to go. I see Miss Tysha... Well, she respects His Majesty very much. If you can persuade His Majesty to help you, things may turn around."
Tyrion bowed his head gratefully, "Thank you for the reminder, Sir Davos."
Davos patted Tyrion on the shoulder, "I will catch up with Ms. Tysha first. She is not familiar with King's Landing and may get lost."
"That's right, go quickly."
Tyrion is very concerned about the movements of Tysha and assigned a team of Gold Cloaks to Davos, "You follow Master of Coin to find Tysha, take her to live with Red Keep. She is His Majesty's chief Nun, and she is also a Wizard. She has a very high status. You must not offend her."
Those Gold Cloaks were not fools. They probably guessed the relationship between Tysha and Tyrion, so they lowered their heads and kept saying yes.
After Davos led a group of Gold Cloaks away, Tyrion organized the remaining people and began to carry money and food on the ship.
But he was obviously absent-minded and made frequent mistakes when recording data.
In desperation, he could only find Bran·Stark to replace him.
in the following days.
Tyrion went to look for Tysha many times, but was turned away all the time.
And Tysha seems to have a very good relationship with Princess Daenerys. Since Daenerys learned about the conflict between Tysha and Tyrion, he banned Tyrion from entering Maegor's Holdfast.
Yes, Tysha obtained permission from Daenerys to live in Maegor's Holdfast, which is only available to members of Royal House.
Tyrion was anxious, but had no choice. He could only wait for Gary to wake up in order to break the deadlock.
Fortunately, two days later, Throne Room's ice cocoon shattered, and Gary woke up from his dream as scheduled. He ignored the anxious Tyrion, "No matter how important it is, let it go first. I'll go to the Alchemists' Guild, and you stay at Red Keep and wait for me."
After saying that, he summoned Drogon and rode a dragon to fly towards the Alchemists' Guild in the city, not wanting to delay for a moment.
Alchemists' Guild.
Gary landed at the gate of the Alchemists' Guild in full view of everyone. He patted Drogon's neck and said, "Go back."
Drogon understood what Gary meant, glanced contemptuously at the humans around him, and then spread his wings and flew high into the sky.
Gary walked quickly into the Alchemists' Guild and grabbed a passing apprentice, "Tell President Melisandre and Vice President Hallyne to meet me in the library immediately."
The apprentice recognized Gary's identity as king, lowered his head and said, "I obey, Your Majesty."
Gary kicked open the locked door of the library, then entered to find a quill and a piece of white paper, and quickly drew something on the paper. After he had filled up a dozen pieces of white paper, he began to write furiously again.
When Melisandre and Hallyne came to the library, they saw Gary who was still writing something. They didn't dare to make a sound and sat silently opposite Gary.
Gary was recalling the contents of the book in his dream while "photocopying" it, fearing that he would forget some details after too long.
This was also the main reason why he came here in a hurry.
Gary After writing more than ten quills and filling a thick stack of white paper, I finally stopped.
He waved to the two people opposite him, "Quick! Come and see if you can make this rifle."
Books were placed in front of them one after another, and Gary was also explaining, "I think it is not difficult to make this rifle. The real difficulty is the bullet... no, the gunpowder."
Although he also copied the relevant knowledge about Blackfyre powder and smokeless gunpowder, there seems to be no coal mine or saltpeter on Westeros...
Melisandre couldn't figure out what a rifle was, what bullets and gunpowder were, but she took a look at the complex design and asserted. "Your Majesty, we cannot mass-produce such a complex tool."
Gary sighed, took away the design drawing of the bolt-action rifle, and placed the design drawing of the flintlock gun in front of them, "The structure of this firearm is simpler, you see..."
Hallyne Vice President shook his head repeatedly and said with a wry smile, "Your Majesty, it is still too complicated. We..."
"Pah!"
Gary slapped the table hard and said in a deep voice, "The flintlock gun is my bottom line, we must copy it! During this time, I will stay in the guild and work with you to make this gun."
Reproducing a flintlock gun is actually not a big problem.
The real challenge they face is the problem of "Blackfyre medicine". If Westeros really does not exist in saltpeter, sulfur and other substances, then they can only find alternatives.
For example, Wildfire?