Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 435 Tyrion Self-Recommended

"Tell me, what trump card Illyrio has prepared for you." Dany asked with interest.

"This" impulsively exposed his cards, and Little Aegon immediately regretted it.

Hearing his aunt's inquiry now, he couldn't help turning his eyes to his adoptive father for help.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to hide it from His Royal Highness," Clinton said without hesitation.

In just two days of contact, Clinton has already seen that the queen is a person: like himself and Barristan, she cherishes personal honor and is a true knight with "classical" chivalry.

Well, it's a pity that the time of Aerys before Robert was only 16 years ago, and it has become the only "classical age of chivalry" that can only be remembered.

The current Westeros is so bad that there are almost no real knights.

"It's the Golden Company," said little Aegon.

"Golden regiment?" Jorah exclaimed for the first time, who didn't speak.

Because he clearly remembered that the Golden Group clearly rejected Daenerys and Brother Wei.

In order to entertain the members of the Golden Group, Brother Wei also sold Queen Leila's crown.

As a result, the members of the Golden Group taunted the "beggar king" loudly while eating and drinking.

"Is the Golden Group reliable? What about their employment contract with Mir?" Dany frowned.

She remembered that in "Game of Thrones", the Golden Group was hired by Cersei to deal with Daenerys.

Clinton explained: "The contract between the Golden Group and Mill is signed once a year, and the end of the year is less than two months away, and they will not renew the contract.

As for loyalty, probably don't worry too much.

The Golden Group was formed by the exiled nobles of Westeros, most of whom were descendants of those nobles. They all wanted to follow the real dragon to regain the family's fief and title! "

Old Aemon doubted: "The Golden Company was established by Cold Iron, those noble descendants and knights all belong to the 'Black Dragon', but I, Dany and Aegon are the 'Red Dragon'.

The Black Flame Rebellion has lasted for nearly a hundred years, can the enmity between the two sides be easily resolved? "

In the first Blackfyre Rebellion, the three legitimate illegitimate sons of King Aegon IV were divided into two factions, Damon Blackfyre + "Cold Iron" Aigor River vs. "Blood Raven" Brynden River.

Targaryen's family banner is a red dragon on a black background; as an illegitimate son, Daemon Blackfire changed his family emblem to a black dragon on a red background.

Therefore, the Black Flame Rebellion is "Red Dragon vs. Black Dragon".

In the end, Daemon Blackfyre died at the hands of Bloodraven Brynden.

Aegor Rivers, Cold Iron, fled Westeros and established the Golden Company on the other side of the Narrow Sea.

The legacy of the "Black Dragon" has been passed down among the knights of the Golden Regiment, and their battle cry is "Gold above, cold iron below".

Therefore, Danni was not too surprised that the Golden Group rejected Brother Wei.

Instead, it was the Golden Company's willingness to support Aegon, which shocked her very much.

"How did Illyrio convince the Golden Company?" Dany asked.

Tyrion rushed ahead of Clinton, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if it's black or red, a dragon is a dragon."

shit!

If the Golden Group had this kind of awareness, they wouldn't have ridiculed Second Brother Wei back then.

"That's what the spice merchant told me." Tyrion explained to Dany's mocking gaze.

"He also said that some contracts are written in blood and cannot be changed." He added.

"A contract written in blood|" Aemon cast a vague glance at little Aegon with a puzzled look on his face.

"Illyrio values ​​you very much, and I have told you this secret." Dany smiled lightly.

"Of course, the spice dealer is greedy and lustful, but he is definitely a smart person and knows my value to Your Majesty." The little devil said proudly.

"The value of chopping off your big head and giving me a little pleasure?"

"No, no, no," Tyrion shook his big head, "my big head holds a lot of useful things, and it would be a waste of money to cut it off."

Dani leaned forward, propped her chin with her right hand, and asked with a smile, "What are you packing?"

"Intelligence, knowledge like the sea, outrageous strategies, essential skills in governing the country."

He puffed up his chest and said proudly: "I have been on the battlefield, I have been in the hand of the king, and I have done a good job. There are almost no talents like me who can be a general on horseback and a prime minister on horseback, right? I heard that The seat of Her Majesty's Hand of the King is still vacant"

"Sorry, you're useless." Dany suppressed a smile, shook her head and said, "In my opinion, you're one of the rare idiots in Westeros, the kind who was sold out and paid for."

The little devil's expression froze, and he pointed to his noseless nostrils and said, "Am I stupid?"

"I ask you, how did the lion and the wolf fight?" Dany said.

"You won't say it's because of me?" Tyrion sneered.

"Is not it?"

"I never sent anyone to kill the young Stark, that Bran. Lady Catelyn is mad, what can I do?" argued Tyrion.

"Yes, it's definitely not you, but you never found out the person who framed you."

"Why must it not be me?" Tyrion asked curiously.

"I'm telling the truth, don't be angry." Dany smiled.

"Well, I'm not angry." Tyrion nodded, growing more curious.

Dany looked the dwarf up and down, suppressed a smile, and said, "You can't beat Bran."

"What?" Tyrion's eyes widened.

"You may be stronger than Bran, but your head and thighs are short, your waist is thick and your hands are thin. In terms of agility, you are no match for Bran who climbs walls every day. That is to say, you can't throw him off the tower."

"Since you didn't throw Bran off the tower, naturally you didn't hire a murderer to kill him. It's unnecessary!"

"This..." Jorah, Clinton and the others looked at the little devil carefully, their expressions dull: "Really, this is too obvious a flaw, why?"

Tyrion looked down at his misshapen legs, his ugly face turning blue and red.

He knows his own situation best, let alone running flexibly, climbing walls, or walking a few steps, his legs will be sore and weak.

"I really hope that Mrs. Caitlin still has a chance to hear these words." He smiled wryly.

"Don't worry, there is a chance. Caitlin Tully is not dead, she was resurrected by the red monk, and I chatted with her most of the night. When you see her, you have to be mentally prepared in advance." Dany said strangely.

"Catelyn is not dead?" Tyrion was shocked. "Can the dead be resurrected?"

"Haven't you heard the story of the Lightning King?"

"The Brotherhood Without Banners in the Three Rivers Valley? I thought it was a rumor, and I wonder if my father can be resurrected." Tyrion murmured.

"Yes." Danny affirmed.

"Yes? My father has been dead for more than half a year."

"Bring the White Walker to your father's tomb, and make sure no thick coffin can hold it down."

"Uh" Tyrion's mouth twitched, and he returned to the original topic, "Your Majesty, you guessed a little wrong. The person who threw Bran Stark off the tower is not the same person who sent someone to assassinate him."

"I know, Bran was thrown by your brother, Littlefinger or the assassin arranged by your sister." Dany vowed.

She has seen "Game of Thrones", so she should be right.

Unfortunately, she didn't see the expected shock on the little devil's face.

Only weird.

Hmm, weird?

What are you wondering about?

"How does His Majesty know it is Jaime?" Tyrion asked.

"Bran must have seen something he shouldn't have seen. At that time in Winterfell, besides the scene of your brother and sister having an affair, what else could the second son of the Stark not see?" Dany said proudly.

Tyrion paused again, "Your Majesty, you are very clever."

Dani became more proud in her heart, but the expression on her face became even more flat.

"However, the assassin was not sent by Littlefinger."

"It's not Littlefinger, could it be Cersei?" Dany was a little uneasy.

"No," Tyrion shook his head again, and gave an answer that shocked Dany: "It's my eldest nephew."

"Joffrey? Why did he kill Bran? No reason!"

"The dagger belonged to Robert, and Joffrey stole it, picking up a down-and-out assassin from among the royal hedge knights. As for the reason"

There was a wry smile on Tyrion's face, "Is the name 'Mad King II' just for nothing? What reason does he have to change his mind and kill Ed?"

"Little devil, you are so courageous." Little Aegon said with a cold face.

"Hey, Your Highness, I apologize to you." Tyrion smiled and bowed.

Dani said thoughtfully: "It seems that I misunderstood you. In the 'Bran's assassination incident', you were not always ignorant."

"Not a misunderstanding, I was indeed framed by Littlefinger. When Lady Catelyn confronted me with the dagger, she claimed that Littlefinger told her the Dragonbone Dagger belonged to me.

Isn't this obvious nonsense, how can I not know my own stuff? ’ sighed Tyrion.

"Since you know, why didn't you kill Littlefinger?" Dany asked strangely.

"Get rid of it?"

"Haven't you been the head of the king for a while? It's not easy to kill a 'little nobleman' who has no background."

"Well, I wasn't even sure about keeping King's Landing at that time, so how dare I engage in internal strife? I even had to ask him to help me talk to Tyrell, because he was eloquent and flattering.

When the general situation has been determined and it is possible to "cook the rabbit to death", I was killed in advance.

The guy went one step further and became the Duke of Harrenhal. "Tyrion said helplessly.

"You didn't tell your father about Littlefinger picking on the lion and the wolf?"

"Hehe," Tyrion smiled strangely, "I am not targeting anyone, all the enemies of Lannister should be grateful to me.

My father's cunning and cruelty are beyond your imagination.

When I was recuperating in a coma, my father shot him silently. "

"What did Tywin do?" Dany wondered.

"Give Harrenhal to Littlefinger!" laughed Tyrion.

"What is this?" Little Aegon asked puzzled.

"My father believes that the curse of Harrenhal is true, it is false, and it will become true sooner or later."

"It's a pity that before the curse of Harrenhal came into effect, you and your father were weakened by him first." Dany mocked.

"What do you mean?"

Suddenly, Tyrion's pupils contracted, and he lost his voice: "Could it be that Joffrey killed him?"

"Oh, you're not too stupid."

"Perhaps Littlefinger is capable of that. But it doesn't make sense. What would he gain by framing me, or killing Joffrey?" Tyrion wondered.

Dany stared at him for a long time, and the dwarf twisted his body a little uncomfortably, before he suppressed a smile and said, "The chaotic situation, and he got your wife."

"Sansa?" Tyrion's complexion changed drastically, turning green.

"Do you know about Littlefinger's relationship with Caitlyn?"

"He took Sansa as a stand-in for his first love, Caitlin? Damn it!"

Tyrion's face was completely green.

All the melon eaters around looked at Tyrion with sympathy.

Especially the female dwarf, Fennie, almost shed tears for him.

"You said that you are miserable. You have been tricked so many times by one person in a row, and your wife is lying on his bed. Maybe you even have a baby now, but you still don't know anything about it."

Dany had no sympathy, just gloated.

—You deserve it for telling you to betray Daenerys!

The dwarf's face was pale and his body was crumbling.

(End of this chapter)