As we all know, Tywin served as the Prime Minister of "Mad King" Aerys Targaryen for nearly twenty years, and governed the Seven Kingdoms in an orderly manner, and his ability was obvious to all the seven nations.
His departure was mostly due to Aerys' repeated humiliation and crazy behavior, rather than his lack of ability.
After Robert's Rebellion, the Lannister family joined the victors at the last moment.
Although he gained a foothold by conquering King's Landing, for the sake of balance, Robert only married Cersei, but handed over the position of prime minister to his adoptive father, the highly respected Jon Arryn.
As an outstanding politician, Tywin wisely did not fight at that time, but chose to retreat to Casterly Rock and hibernate in the dark for more than ten years.
These past ten years have been more about patience and accumulating strength than giving in.
Now, having finally taken advantage of the War of the Five Kings to return to the pinnacle of power and sit in the position he should have firmly occupied long ago, I am afraid that in this life, Tywin will never allow anyone to drive him out of King's Landing in disgrace.
But Gyles Rosby was comparing Tywin to a dead King's Hand in the most intolerable way.
It's simply courting death.
And...
Seeing Giles's compassionate expression on Mother's face, Corleone couldn't help but frown slightly.
Is this old boy a little too pious?
At this moment, Tywin slowly stood up, his green eyes staring closely at Gyles Rosby, no longer like looking at an annoying fly, but instead like looking at an inanimate object.
"I regret that the misconduct of members of your family has led to this, Rossby Earl."
"But the Seven Kingdoms law has clear rewards and punishments. I hope you can choose and discipline your relatives more carefully in the future."
"Sorry... I almost forgot, you don't have any relatives anymore."
After saying that, without waiting for Gales' reaction, Tywin bowed slightly to Joffrey on the Iron Throne: "Your Majesty."
"Today's discussion has ended. You must be tired too. Please go back and rest."
His voice was calm, but everyone could feel the power hidden beneath that calmness.
Joffrey, whose brain folds were very smooth, did not hear Tywin's anger, but he was eager to end this boring meeting as soon as possible. He nodded repeatedly and left the Iron Throne surrounded by the guards.
But when he almost stepped out of the hall, he turned around again and pointed at Corleone but hesitated to speak.
"You...
After hesitating for a moment, wondering what else he was thinking of, he shook his head and walked away.
Tywin strode out, his back standing tall in the cold hall. When he passed by Corleone, his steps did not pause at all.
But a deep voice floated into Corleone's ears.
"Wait for me at the Prime Minister's Tower."
Tywin did not let Corleone wait for too long. About half an hour later, a attired attendant led him through the layers of guards and once again entered the study overlooking King's Landing.
The Hand of the King is sitting behind the desk. He has taken off his luxurious robes for formal occasions and only wears crimson casual clothes, but his majesty has not diminished at all.
When he heard the sound of Corleone coming in, he didn't immediately raise his head. Instead, he signed the last word with the hard quill pen and then put it down.
"Sit."
His language was still concise, but it was a little less percussive than last time.
Corleone sat down as he was told, with a respectful attitude, but to his surprise, Tywin actually held the wine flask himself.
The amber liquid slowly poured into the cup, making a pleasant trickling sound.
After doing all this, the Prime Minister pushed one of the cups in the direction of Corleone, and picked up the other cup himself.
No toasts, no politeness.
Tywin took a small sip first, and then looked at Corleone: "I heard that you managed the Flea Bottom well."
Hearing this, Corleone replied honestly, "We are still far from our goal, but the streets are much cleaner and the security is much better."
Seeing that he was not proud at all, Tywin nodded with satisfaction and continued to pick up the wine glass as if recalling history, "From Maegor to Aerys, kings wanted to completely rectify that place more than once."
"They invested Gold Dragon, sent out soldiers, and even used burnings, but in the end, nothing changed except a few more rotting corpses hanging on the walls."
After hearing Tywin's story, Corleone also took a sip of wine.
He swore that this was the best-tasting wine he had ever tasted in his life, even the fifteen-year-old Dorne Summer Red could not compare to it.
However, Corleone was not nostalgic, but put down the cup with a faint smile on his face.
"They are not incapable, my lord."
"It's just that no one ever really paid attention to it."
Hearing this, Tywin was slightly surprised and raised his eyebrows to signal for him to continue.
"Kings viewed them as filth to be cleansed, my lord, but never as living persons."
Corleone continued to explain, stating in a calm tone. "In fact, I didn't do anything. The reason why Flea Bottom is like that is, in the final analysis, because the people living in it have no hope, so naturally they cannot follow the rules and worship chaos."
"And I just gave them the simplest way to obey my rules and obtain the most basic food, clothing and safety."
"Of course, necessary force is indispensable. I have to let everyone understand where the border is and what the cost of crossing it is."
Tywin listened quietly for a long while before slowly speaking, with a rare hint of emotion in his tone.
"You have the potential to become a qualified ruler, Vito·Corleone."
"If the people are well fed and feel safe, they will accept order and defend this order with absolute force, and it will be stable."
As he spoke, his gaze became far-reaching and he leaned forward slightly, candlelight dancing in the deep eye sockets. "These principles sound so simple, but even I was forced to truly learn them after I was twenty years old."
"However, sadly, many people go through life unable to understand things beyond their own cognitive boundaries."
"They are trapped in the phantoms of the past, empty dogma or self-righteous justice, and cannot see the iron laws of the real world."
Tywin's voice suddenly turned cold, and Corleone immediately understood what he meant.
It's obvious that he's saying that old guy Gyles Rossby doesn't know what he's doing.
"Your wisdom and methods no longer need to be judged by any worldly person, sir."
He nodded slightly and said with just the right amount of respect in his tone, "Lion stands at the top, with a broad mind and vision that encompasses all rivers. How can he really care whether the sheep under his feet are looking up or closing their eyes?"
Hearing this, the corners of Tywin's mouth twitched slightly. This sentence obviously hit the spot where he was most proud of very accurately.
"Lion You really don't have to worry about the sheep's gaze."
He repeated it, affirming it, and then changed the topic. "But Lion needs the sheep to stay quiet, needs them to stay in the designated pasture, and contribute wool and flesh on time."
"If the sheep start to disobey or even bark, shut them up or...
Always remain silent, and this requires a pair of hands to complete...
After saying these meaningful words, Tywin's eyes were as sharp as a sword, piercing Corleone: "Hands in the Dark", this is the word you used when you proposed to me before.
"Now, prove it to me, Vito·Corleone."
Oh haha.
The words have been made clear, there is no need to go around in circles.
That old boy Gales has basically been sentenced to death.
But then again, is Tywin Lannister narrow-minded?
No, absolutely not.
Looking at the seven the Seven Kingdoms dukes, when it comes to political ambition and tolerance, Tywin Lannister is even second to none.
I think back then, the Mad King Aerys Targaryen was always at odds with each other in the court, making many absurd decisions that completely ignored the the Seven Kingdoms balance that Tywin worked so hard to maintain.
In the later stage, it was almost perverted to humiliate him, the Prime Minister, for fun.
However, before Aerys finally "granted" his resignation, Tywin held his nose and continued to perform his duties as prime minister for many years with amazing perseverance and professionalism.
Although in Duskendale, after Aerys was captured, Tywin said happily that if the king was killed, they would have a better king, Rhaegar.
But this is understandable.
After all, he is Tywin Lannister, and he puts interests and political considerations first at all times.
For example, when the Reynes family and the Tarbeck family rebelled, it seriously threatened the Lannister family's absolute authority in the West and shook the foundation of their rule.
Therefore, Tywin's response was devastating, and he took this opportunity to send a warning to the Seven the Seven Kingdoms that no one would dare to forget for decades.
It can be said that his tolerance is reserved for those who are loyal and orderly, while his iron fist is reserved for betrayal and the source of chaos.
And Gyles Rossby...
This old guy brought it upon himself, and at the same time he touched Tywin's two most inviolable bottom lines.
First, openly accuse Jaime Lannister.
That is the only designated heir to Casterly Rock in Tywin's heart!
Secondly, what is even more stupid is that he dared to compare the late Jon Arryn with Tywin in front of the Iron Throne, implying that the former was more "just"!
This was even harder than slapping the king in front of him.
This is tantamount to denying the correctness of Tywin's return to power. It not only touches the sensitive nerves he has been forced to stay away from the center of power for many years, but also comprehensively questions his personal abilities.
However, considering the overall situation, Tywin cannot take action to correct the other party by himself.
Looking at those eyes that were shining with an unquestionable look, Corleone knew at this point that Tywin had given him his first test.
After all, if you receive benefits, you must also show your due value.
The expression on his face gradually became serious, and he raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
"Black Hand Mafia will serve you wholeheartedly, sir."
"I guarantee that the sheep that made the wrong sound at the wrong time and in the wrong place will not see the sun tomorrow.