Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Lord Metz was drinking when Ser Geliot Flowers found him.

"What's the matter? Caesar agreed to change?" Duke Metz asked drunkenly.

"No, Caesar refused to exchange Loras for Kevan. Moreover, the horse party army has already marched towards Highgarden."

boom--

The wine glass in Duke Mace's hand fell to the ground, and the wine splashed everywhere.

He stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do, and after a long while, he said:

"Then what to do? What to do then?"

A trace of contempt flashed in Geliott's eyes, but he still stepped forward to hold Duke Metz's arm, and said in a low voice:

"My father asked me to take you out of Highgarden."

"Can I just run away?" Duke Metz wept.

"There is no other way. We can't gather enough troops to fight against the Ma Party. If we don't leave quickly, we won't be able to leave again when the army besieges the city."

"Let's go! Let's go quickly!" Duke Metz shuddered and was about to run outside.

But Geliott held him back and said:

"My lord, you need to change your clothes first. And it's still early. After the sun goes down, it's safer for us to go."

"Concealment?" Duke Metz was stunned. "Don't we bring troops?"

"With the army, we will be overtaken by the horse party army sooner or later." Geliot said helplessly, "I can only take a few of the most loyal guards and leave quietly with you. Only in this way can we avoid the horse party's pursuit. "

"What about the rest of the Tyrell family?"

"Others can't care about it."

"Where's my mother, and where's Ellie?"

"Mrs. Olenna is the one whom Caesar swore to kill. If you take her with you, the Horse Party will never let it go. As for Mrs. Ellery, she is a Hightower after all. The Horse Party will send her back to Old Town at best. would hurt her. So just run yourself."

"I...I..." Duke Mace struggled for a while, and finally said in a slump, "Okay, I'll go with you."

Geliott breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take the Duke to change clothes, when the other party suddenly asked:

"But where can we go?"

"Go to Qingting Island." Geliott's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "Only Lord Redwyne can save you."

"good……"

...

The Chief of the Highgarden, Garth Tyrell, followed the spiral staircase all the way to the top floor of the main castle, and met Lady Olenna who was watching the scenery from the balcony.

"Gellott is back?"

"Yes." Gals came to Madam Olenna and stood still, hesitating how to speak.

"Did Caesar refuse?"

"He refused, and the Ma Party army has already marched towards High Court."

"Oh!" Madam Olenna sneered, "It seems that Caesar and the Horse Party really hate me to the bone."

Gals said nothing.

"I was naive before, thinking that after I handed over Kevan Lannister, Caesar would let me go." Mrs. Olenna laughed at herself, "It seems that after the blood reef island, that kid has learned his lesson .”

Garth said, "Caesar promised that as long as you are willing to commit suicide, Loras will be spared, but he must go to the Great Wall to become a night watchman."

"And you, Gals, think I deserve to die too?"

Gals didn't speak, but this attitude was the default.

"Okay, I understand. It seems that this is the best choice for the Tyrell family." Madam Olenna looked calm and seemed to have accepted her ending.

Yes, what choice did the Tyrells have. Gals was also silent.

Gaoting has been unable to organize an army capable of fighting against the Ma Party, so it is better to surrender as soon as possible instead of letting the Ma Party army capture Gaoting.

"I've already arranged for Mace to be sent out of the city." Gals said, "Although Caesar won't kill him, some people from the Horse Party may not."

"Yes, Riverbend has always been full of families who want to replace Tyrell." Madam Olenna said coldly, "It's a pity that I have been in business for most of my life, but I still haven't been able to make the Tyrell family really strong."

Garth said with emotion: "The Tyrell family has no shortage of money, food, or political allies, but it lacks a knight who can dominate the battlefield. Originally, Caesar could take on this role, but it's a pity..."

"No, you're wrong," Lady Olenna interrupted, "Caesar will not be Tyrell's vassal, I knew that from the moment he owned the dragon. I never regret laying hands on Caesar, only Regret not doing it sooner.

I thought there was still enough time, but I didn't expect Caesar to grow too fast, too fast, just like his dragon, too fast, completely unreasonable.

I was still careless, I should have done it earlier..."

"Perhaps." Gals sighed, "There is no point in arguing about this now. Olenna, you have already lost this game, and you should pay the price if you lose."

As he spoke, he took out a small bottle from his pocket and handed it to Mrs. Olenna.

"What have you prepared for me?" Madam Olenna asked, her small eyes sparkling with complicated light.

"Sweet Sleeping Flower," Gals said, "can make you die in your dreams."

"It's so kind, Gals." Mrs. Olenna reached out to take the vial, "Give me the last decency."

Gals said with a complex expression:

"In any case, you have dedicated most of your life to the Tyrell family. Although it has brought the family into a trough now, I know that it cannot be entirely blamed on you.

The Tyrell family was inherently deficient, and there were too many unruly and powerful families in the Reach. The position of Lord of Highgarden was already difficult, not to mention an unreasonable figure like Caesar.

Since we lost this game, we should be honest for a while. Winter is coming, the roses are doomed to wither, but it doesn't matter, spring will always come. "

Mrs. Olenna rubbed the vial, her withered hands trembling uncontrollably, but her tone was firm and cold as usual:

"Since we have decided to spend the winter, we must completely hibernate. Those dishonest guys in the Tyrell family should be cut off. You should know who I'm talking about."

"I know." Gals nodded, "I've already made arrangements."

"There is also Kevan." Madam Olenna continued to remind, "Remember to hand him over to Caesar, otherwise some people in the Tyrell family will have wrong thoughts.

But we must not let him die at the hands of Tyrell, or there will be no room for détente between us and House Lannister. "

Gals nodded in response: "Kevon, I have also arranged."

"Okay. I am assured of what you do." Madam Olenna said quietly, "When Rose died, I thought about letting you inherit the title of Duke of Highgarden."

"You're joking." Gals shook his head.

"It's true." Mrs. Olenna said, "I know what kind of virtue my son is. He is too stupid and weak to take on this important task. If you had been made the Duke of Highgarden, maybe everything would be different now."

"No. You are wrong." Garth said firmly, "If I inherit Highgarden, the nobles of the River Bend will be even more troubled. Some things are predestined, and I am destined not to inherit anything."

Mrs. Olenna stared into Garth's eyes for a while, as if she wanted to see how sincere he was when he said this.

And Gals looked at him without flinching, calm and fearless.

Finally, Mrs. Olenna smiled slightly and said:

"Gals, it turns out that you are the real smart person."

Gals breathed a sigh of relief, and said:

"No, it's precisely because I know I'm not smart that I dare not have any thoughts that I shouldn't have."

"This is the real cleverness. As long as you don't join the game, you will never lose." Mrs. Olenna sighed, and then seemed to finally feel relieved, and pulled out the cork with trembling hands.

A strong and sweet taste permeated the air.

Madam Olenna drank it without any hesitation.

"Yes, it's really sweet." The expression on her face gradually became relieved.

Garth's eyes were slightly red. He reached out and patted Mrs. Olenna's shoulder. He muttered for a moment, but couldn't find words of comfort. In the end, he could only speak the language of the Tyrell family:

"Live forever."

"Endless life." Mrs. Olenna repeated, but a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "It's the worst ethnic language I've ever heard, with no momentum at all!"

Gals didn't speak any more, just bowed and left.

Madam Olenna looked at the eastern sky, as if she wanted to see her granddaughter Margaery in Storm's End.

"Life is endless, hehe, unfortunately I am a Redwyne."

Her gaze gradually faded:

"Margaery, you are the real Tyrell."

"Endless life..."