Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Tyrion stood like a statue on the top of the Red Keep, motionless.

At this time, King's Landing has become a sea of ​​riots, and the air is full of smoke, arrows and screams.

Father, did you hear their screams? It's all out of your arrogance and ego.

Tyrion also knew that Tywin Lannister would not care about these people's lives or deaths.

Moreover, there was a large army in the city at this time, and these mobs were destined to be brutally suppressed.

The innocent people who died in the riots would not make Duke Tywin feel guilty at all, and even the Hand of the King may secretly poke and hope that more people will die, so as to save more rations.

The rulers are so ruthless and cruel.

It was a good thing, Tyrion thought to himself, that he had been deprived of his authority from taking part in this bloody tragedy.

But looking at King's Landing in chaos, Tyrion couldn't help worrying about his lover Shae.

I don't know if she will be affected by the riot.

I don't know if she can still fill her stomach now...

Tyrion would have liked to take her into the Red Keep, but he dared not.

If his father finds out that he is a prostitute, the previous nightmare may happen again.

Oh, Tessa... Tyrion was thinking about his lying wife again.

I remembered what Caesar had said to himself at the beginning.

Who is lying?

He thought he could get the truth from his brother James.

But James refused to come back at the Great Wall.

As for asking his father for proof, Tyrion didn't dare, and he knew very well that Duke Tywin would not admit his mistake.

He went to prove it, but he was just asking for boredom.

After an unknown amount of time, the riots in the city finally began to gradually subside.

The perimeter of the Red Keep was already covered with corpses, and the entire Aegon High Hill was stained red with blood.

The soldiers began to clean up the battlefield, they gathered all the corpses in one place, and then lit a fire.

Puffs of scorched thick smoke rose into the sky, and the smell made people want to vomit.

Tyrion was so smoked that he had to leave the city.

Just when he was about to go back to his room to rest, he saw his cousin Lancel hurried over and said:

"Tyrion, Lord Tywin is looking for you, follow me to the throne room."

"The Throne Hall?" Tyrion froze for a moment, "What's the big fight?"

"You'll know when you go." Lancell's face was a little complicated.

"It doesn't look like a good thing." Tyrion was keenly aware of something, but he could only obediently follow his cousin to Maegor's Tower.

When he entered the throne hall, he saw that many northern nobles had already gathered in the hall.

King Tommen sat high on the Iron Throne, his little face was full of fear and panic. He didn't know whether he was frightened by the riots in the city, or by the twisted and terrifying throne covered with spikes under his buttocks.

Hand of the King, Lord Tywin stood on the right side of the Iron Throne, his expression calm as usual.

Queen Cersei stood on the other side, a schadenfreude smile on her face.

The smile made Tyrion feel a sense of foreboding.

"Your Majesty, do you want to see me?" Tyrion stepped forward to salute.

Tommen nodded, but said nothing.

Duke Tywin below said:

"Tyrion, you were in charge of logistics and food before, so there are some problems that need your explanation."

"What do you need to explain?" Tyrion shrugged. "You removed my power after you came back. The riots in the city now are caused by your order to search the people for food, and have nothing to do with me."

"It's not about this." Cersei said, "You were in charge of logistics before, where did all the food go? Why is there such a shortage of food in the city?"

Tyrion smiled and said, "Your Majesty the Queen Mother, do you think I can conjure food? Why is there a shortage of food in the city? Is it because there has been no food coming..."

"Nonsense!" Cersei interrupted immediately, her eyes gleaming with the joy of revenge, "There have been grain ships from the free trade city-states across the Narrow Sea arriving at King's Landing Port. Where did the grain go?"

Countess Anya Waywood on the side spoke at the right time:

"During today's riots, mobs stormed the granary and tried to grab grain. Of course, it has been suppressed now. However, my soldiers discovered that the bags in the granary were not filled with grain at all, but sand!"

"Lord Tyrion, you didn't change the sand, did you?" Duke Roose Bolton also asked.

The white pupils of the Lord of the Dreadfort held a palpitating power.

But Tyrion felt the absurdity for a moment.

He did not answer these questions, but turned his gaze to his father, as if to say——

Explain your own shitty shit.

But Duke Tywin didn't speak, just looked at his son with shining golden eyes.

The Iron Throne casts a huge shadow over the Hand of the King, making it difficult to see his expression.

"Tyrion," Cersei said again, "couldn't it be you who hid the real food?"

"Ahahahaha..." Tyrion suddenly burst out laughing.

He laughed so wildly that he almost shed tears and was out of breath.

The laughter echoed in the empty throne room, but it made the nobles feel angry.

"Enough! What's so funny?" Cersei snapped. "Tyrion! Now that King's Landing is at its most critical moment, how can you still laugh?"

"Why not?" gasped Tyrion. "What a funny thing. Don't you think, Father?"

Duke Tywin didn't speak, just looked at his son with cold eyes.

Tyrion also seemed to feel a little bored, so he suppressed his smile and said:

"Father, why don't you explain why the grain bags are full of sand?"

Duke Tywin finally spoke:

"Tyrion, you were responsible for the food and grass before, and you should explain it."

"Hahaha!" Tyrion laughed again, "Father, if you want to kill me, there is really no need to bother to find these reasons!"

Cersei yelled, "Tyrion! Hand over the food! No one will save your life!"

Tyrion fiddled with his hands pretendingly:

"Watch me do a magic trick, Dangdang—"

"Enough!" Mrs. Anya scolded, "This is a matter of life and death! It's not a juggling game! If there is no food, King's Landing can't hold it at all!"

Tyrion said, "I told you earlier that you should surrender to Caesar immediately."

"Come on!" Duke Tywin shouted, "Put Tyrion in the dungeon! He will be judged tomorrow!"

"There is no judgement," cried Tyrion. "I am guilty! I am born guilty! I am a dwarf, a prank of the gods, evil incarnate, and the devil's advocate! You kill me for no reason! Kill me!" Me! Kill me, father!"

The guards pulled Tyrion down forcibly, but his voice still echoed in the hall for a long time.

After a while of silence, Duke Roose Bolton said:

"Lord Tywin, the issue of food..."

"I will solve it." Duke Tywin said in a firm tone.

Out of trust in the king's hand, or because of his prestige, the nobles looked at each other in blank dismay, but did not speak again.

When the king announced the end of the meeting, everyone left one after another.

Cersei closely followed her father's footsteps and asked in a low voice:

"Father, the issue of food..."

"As I said, I will solve it." Duke Tywin's tone was as flat as usual, with convincing magic.

But at this moment, Cersei could not give her father complete trust as before:

"If King's Landing can't hold it, we can actually withdraw to the Western Territory..."

Duke Tywin glanced at her fixedly, and said:

"You don't have to worry about these, I will have a way to deal with Caesar."

After finishing speaking, he ignored his daughter, turned around and strode away.

Cersei watched her father's back gradually go away, but her frown did not relax.

For a long time, Duke Tywin has always been an unambiguous existence in the Lannister family, and he can even be called an omnipotent existence in the hearts of the clansmen.

No predicament can stop the Lion of the West.

But at this moment, Cersei suddenly noticed that his back was a little stooped.

Father is getting old...