Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Tyrion Lannister was awakened by the creak of the cell door.

"Are you here to kill me?" He was blinded by the light of the torch, but he refused to admit defeat, "Doesn't my kind father dare to let me face a public trial? Is he worried that I will reveal all his tricks?" Expose?"

"Lord Tyrion, you misunderstand me so easily."

"Varys?" Tyrion recognized the voice.

When his eyes got used to the light, he saw that "Octospider" was wearing a brown robe, exuding the pungent smell of alcohol, and his originally round and smooth face was now covered with beards.

"You really have a lot of false identities." Tyrion teased, "Tell me, what are you doing here dressed up like this? You won't let me go secretly, will you?"

"You're so smart." Varys smiled. "Come on, I'll take you to the port while it's dark. There's a ship heading to Pentos, and it's about to set sail."

Tyrion didn't have any surprises. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the visitor, asking:

"Why help me?"

"We've worked together for so long, and it's right to save your life. And I also know that it's not your fault that King's Landing is short of food. As for those food bags filled with sand, it has nothing to do with you."

Tyrion folded his hands on his chest and said:

"Since you are so clear, why didn't you directly explain it in the Throne Hall?"

Varys sighed:

"How dare I speak up at that time? The situation in King's Landing is supported by Lord Tywin. If the northern nobles know that he has played tricks on food, the consequences will be disastrous."

Tyrion sneered:

"I didn't expect you to be so loyal to my father?"

"It is my duty to serve the Hand of the King."

Tyrion snorted: "What about now? Could it be that Tywin asked you to let me go secretly?"

Varys put on a helpless expression:

"Lord Tyrion, I kindly rescued you, why are you so aggressive. If you really don't trust me, you can stay here and wait for tomorrow's trial."

"I'll go with you." Tyrion simply got up from the ground this time, and staggered out of the cell door.

Varys smiled, turned and began to lead the way.

The dungeon was dark and silent, except for the slight sound of shoes scraping against the rough stone floor.

After walking for a while, Tyrion couldn't help asking:

"How are you going to send me out of King's Landing?"

Varys used a key to open an iron door under the arch, and turned back:

"Don't worry, Lord Tyrion, I can send you outside King's Landing without alarming anyone."

"Through the secret passage under the Red Castle?"

"Yes."

At this time, the two came to a small circular room, five iron gates appeared in front of them, the roof was a patio, iron rings were set on the walls for climbing, and there was a gorgeous brazier in the corner, the charcoal fire inside had turned to ashes, But still emit a little yellow shimmer.

Tyrion suddenly came to his senses, and immediately said:

"You were the one who let the 'Red Viper' go!"

Varys neither admitted nor denied, just shook his head and smiled:

"Lord Tyrion, your own life is in danger, and you still have time to explore the old things from three years ago?"

Tyrion stared into Varys' eyes. At this moment, he thought of many things.

Not only the escape of Prince Oberyn, but also Petyr Baelish "Littlefinger" who died inexplicably in the dungeon, and the subsequent Dorne War...Everything is obviously manipulated by someone behind the scenes!

And this man—

Not Varys. Otherwise, the Golden Company would have landed long ago.

Another face automatically came to Tyrion's mind.

The man who has made the most profit and is also the one who has the most motivation to do all this is the man who took advantage of this Dorne war to rise rapidly and gradually become the top player in the Seven Kingdoms Game of Thrones——

Caesar!

"Caesar asked you to come and let me go, right?" Tyrion said directly.

There was a flash of surprise in Varys' eyes, but it quickly disappeared:

"Lord Tyrion, you really care too much."

"Tell me, Varys, what is Caesar's plan? Why did he let me go?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"No?" Tyrion folded his hands on his chest, "Okay, then I won't go."

"If you don't leave now, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave when they find that the dungeon is empty!"

"That's right, I'll wait for Caesar below." Tyrion looked indifferent, "Anyway, he will be able to lead an army into King's Landing in a short time. I want to ask him in person, what tricks he is playing. "

Now Varys is in a hurry:

"Lord Tyrion, you are trying to kill me!"

"So you'd better be honest with me."

"I've been telling the truth, you just don't believe me."

"Ha! If the spider didn't lie, then the dwarf would become the number one knight in the Seven Kingdoms." Tyrion leaned against the wall leisurely and said leisurely,

"Since you didn't say it, let me guess. At the beginning, the 'Red Viper' believed your nonsense and escaped from King's Landing. As a result, he was charged with killing Jon Arryn, Petyr Baelish, and Charged with Grand Maester Pycelle.

So, if I escape this time, what crime will I be charged with?

Well, at least the charge of packing sand in grain bags cannot be escaped, but there must be more than that, and the charge that Caesar and you want to plant on me... What could it be? "

"Really not!" Varys almost swore, "Master Tyrion, let's go! We'll miss that ship if it's too late!"

"You want to kill my father," Tyrion said firmly.

Varys froze.

"Sure enough." Tyrion whistled lightly, "You want to kill Tywin, is there a more suitable scapegoat than me, a dwarf who has a grudge, is guilty of a felony, and escaped secretly?"

Seeing that the trick was seen through, Varys stopped arguing and persuaded:

"Your Majesty Caesar still left you a way out, Lord Tyrion. Go to the other side of the narrow sea, find a place where no one knows you, and start your life again. It's better than staying in King's Landing and being a scapegoat for Tywin to stand trial. I Let me tell you, if you don't leave, you may not survive this time.

The lack of food has caused strong dissatisfaction among the nobles in the north. When the situation is critical, Tywin will really cut off your head to appease public anger. "

"I believe that." Tyrion shrugged, "However, now that we've said this, I'm not willing to leave Westeros unless some things are clarified."

"whats the matter?"

"Do you know Tessa?"

"Yes, your last wife."

"Then do you know if she's a farmer's daughter, or a skilled girl hired to seduce me?" Tyrion asked with a hint of expectation.

Varys shook his head and sighed:

"Sorry, Lord Tyrion, I can't answer that question for you either."

"It seems that you don't know everything." Tyrion pointed upwards, "Are we under the Prime Minister's Tower now?"

"right."

"Tell me how to get to my father's room." Tyrion pulled out a smile, which looked extraordinarily hideous under the dim firelight, "Maybe I can help you."