Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 451 The Death of Tywin

Tyrion climbed up the iron rings on the wall, one ring after another, gradually deepening into the darkness.

After a long time, his arms began to ache and he had to stop to rest.

Looking back and looking down, only a faint circle of light can be seen.

After a while, Tyrion continued to climb up. After about two hundred circles, he felt a warm wind blowing from the left, like the breath of a giant beast.

He groped cautiously to a tunnel and climbed in.

The inside is extremely narrow, and normal people have to kneel down and use their hands and feet to move forward, but for a dwarf like Tyrion, it's just right.

This place seems to be specially designed for dwarves... No, it should be designed for children.

Varys' "Little Bird," so that's it.

Tyrion walked forward while thinking wildly. Gradually, he heard the voice of people talking, at first dimly, then more and more clearly.

This is how Varys mastered all the secrets of the Red Keep through the "little birds".

Tyrion didn't listen much, and continued on in the darkness until he came to the third exit location Varys had spoken of.

He groped for a long time on the stone wall, and finally found a small iron hook. When he twisted it hard, there was a slight rumbling sound.

Immediately after that, a square hole appeared on the left, revealing an orange light.

It turned out to be a fireplace.

Tyrion crept in cautiously, avoiding the burning pyre, warm ashes crunching underfoot.

This is indeed the Prime Minister's bedroom.

Tyrion held his breath, checking his surroundings.

However, he did not see Duke Tywin.

where is father What will he do to me? How do I get him to admit to Tessa?

When things came to an end, Tyrion was beating drums instead.

But he wouldn't back down.

Now that he retreats, he can only escape to Essos on the charge of patricide.

Even if he really wanted to escape, he had to ask clearly before leaving.

Tyrion found a dagger from the bedside, put it in his waist, saw a crossbow on the wall, took it off, and held it in his hand.

He searched the room lightly, and finally found his father in the toilet.

Duke Tywin raised his head immediately when he heard footsteps.

With a mocking smile on his face, Tyrion half bowed and said:

"Good evening, Father."

"Tyrion?" Duke Tywin stared at the crossbow in his son's hand, but there was no expression of fear on his face, "Who let you out?"

"You are so smart, can't you guess it?"

"Varys." Duke Tywin immediately decided, "I should have chopped off his head! What are you doing with my crossbow? Put it down."

"And if I refuse. What are you going to do with me?"

"Prison escape is really absurd. Think about what happened to the Red Viper." Duke Tywin persuaded, "And to tell you the truth, I didn't intend to do anything to you. It was a last resort to let you take the blame in the throne room. The plan is just to give an explanation to the northern nobles."

"That's right, so you are so kind, should I kneel down and thank you for not killing me?"

"Put down the bow, let's talk in the bedroom."

"I just want to talk here." Tyrion looked at his naked father with an inexplicable pleasure in his heart.

"Then let's talk. Tyrion, I actually value your ability and opinions. Didn't you suggest peace talks with Caesar before? I'm ready to do so..."

"You don't want to say that you want to send me to be an emissary?" Tyrion sneered, "Even if you want to trick me, you should use something."

"I have a more suitable envoy. I have sent someone to summon him just now. If you don't believe me, you can wait a moment and you will know that I am not lying to you."

"A more suitable messenger? Who?"

"Loras Tyrell."

"Him?" Tyrion looked thoughtful.

"That's right, it's him, the elder brother of Caesar's wife." Duke Tywin said, "At the beginning, this person came to seek refuge and said that he had a deep hatred with Caesar, but this young man is obviously not good at lying, and I can tell him at a glance. This has another purpose..."

"Yeah, you're an expert at lying," Tyrion whistled. "But even if Loras is a spy, what deal can he make with Caesar?"

"I didn't expect to reach any agreement with Caesar." Tywin said, "Under the current circumstances, Caesar will definitely refuse to reconcile with us, so I sent Loras to just delay time."

"So what are your plans?"

"I plan to withdraw to the Western Region. Leave the seemingly sweet drag of King's Landing to Caesar." Duke Tywin said, "And those northern nobles who have their own thoughts, let Caesar have a headache."

"Then Caesar will unify the six countries, will he let the western border go?"

"Winter is approaching, and there will be extremely terrifying enemies in the north. He has no time to deal with the western border."

Tyrion frowned: "I remember you once said that the White Walkers are just lies to deceive children."

Duke Tywin pursed his lips: "According to some information I have obtained, there are indeed some...abnormal things..."

"Why don't you disclose this information?"

"Why make it public? Cause more panic?"

"But this is life-and-death information!" Tyrion said angrily, "You deliberately concealed it, and you are still fighting Caesar at such a critical moment!"

"This war was started by Caesar."

"You make me sick!"

"Politics is a dirty game, don't you understand?" Duke Tywin said with a natural expression, "Put down the bow and arrow, let's go to the bedroom to talk."

"No!" Tyrion refused again, "I've had enough of your ruthlessness and callousness. Answer my last question and I'll slap my ass and leave immediately, and I don't care how you want to continue playing this dirty game .”

"You ask."

Tyrion took a deep breath, calmed down, and finally asked the question that had been lurking in his heart for a long time:

"Is Tessa a farmer's daughter or a skilled girl?"

"Who is Tessa?"

Tyrion almost laughed, yeah, how could Tywin remember.

"My wife!"

"Oh, I remembered." Duke Tywin obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, "That lowly farmer's daughter. I just wanted to teach you a lesson."

"So she's really a farmer's daughter, not a skilled girl!" Tyrion almost gritted his teeth.

"Is there a difference? I remember that she had a good income at that time, maybe she should thank me..."

"Shut up!" roared Tyrion. "If you insult my wife again, I'll kill you!"

"You dare not." Duke Tywin did not want to show weakness.

"You can try!" Tyrion waved his crossbow, "Tell me, what did you do to Tessa afterwards?"

"I do not remember."

"Think about it!" roared Tyrion. "Where did you get her?"

"Where else can a skilled girl go?"

It was perhaps the silliest thing Lord Tywin had ever said in his life.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tyrion snapped his crossbow.

The arrow flew out and hit Duke Tywin's belly.

He snorted and showed disbelief: "You actually shot an arrow!"

"Yes, you taught me that a threat must be fulfilled to be called a threat."

Blood flowed down the arrow handle to the ground, and the golden light in Duke Tywin's eyes quickly faded:

"You...you...not my...son..."

"You are mistaken. To me, I am a smaller version of you." Tyrion found himself unexpectedly calm. "Have mercy, and die quickly. I am in a hurry to catch the boat."

Boom boom boom.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The voice of the chief of the Red Castle came from outside:

"Lord Tywin, Ser Loras Tyrell has brought."

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