Traveling through Game of Thrones with the LOL system

More and more nobles noticed this side.

"Uncle needn't be so frugal. King's Landing has plenty of new glasses," Joffrey called out.

Then he turned and faced the attention-seeking nobles, shaking his body, "My uncle, the Chancellor of Finance in King's Landing is very sorry for forgetting to prepare a wedding gift for his nephew, so he is going to treat you well for the king, and he decides to honor everyone A glass of wine."

The surrounding nobles clapped their hands when they heard Joffrey's words, and even some drunken nobles whistled.

Tyrion picked up the cup on the ground and wiped it, waiting for it to look clean. Tyrion looked at the booing nobles around him.

"Your Majesty, you led and won the battle of the Blackwater River, but do you know the price of winning the Blackwater River? More than 3000 gold robes of King's Landing were buried on the river beach in front of the Mud Gate. Your Majesty apologized to me They should have been honored first."

"That's where they fell," Tyrion said, pointing to the left hand side of Fisherman's Square.

Joffrey stood there clenching his fists, not knowing how to stimulate Tyrion with words. Although it would be more practical to directly draw out the sword and give the dwarf a few blows, but so many people looked at him and there was no reason to kill at his wedding .

At this time, Vilas saw that his cheap son was going to be a demon again. After meeting Joffrey a few times when he first came to King's Landing, he felt that the child was easily out of control and had sadistic traits, so he got along with Cersei Vilas deliberately avoided Joffrey all the time. Although Joffrey's force was not very good, and he didn't even have a simple way to slash, but he was paralyzed by a cripple, and Joffrey saw himself and Cersei. At the same time, if he made a mistake in any of the tendons, it would not be worthwhile to treat himself.

"Your Majesty, Lord Tyrion doesn't have such a big belly, just let him make up for the wedding gift afterwards, but Lord Tyrion still has to drink three glasses to express his apology." The nearest Grand Maester Pycelle saw Joe Foley made a relief with his mouth crooked and his face full of discomfort.

Vilas, who just wanted to end the wedding early and start a real relationship with Cersei, also pushed his own wheels.

"Let me drink the first cup with Tyrion." Vilas pointed to Tyrion with his eyes.

"Thank you, Lord Tyrion, for taking care of His Majesty's wedding and providing us with such a pleasant banquet."

At this time, an attendant came up with wine and stopped in front of several people.

"Lord Tyrion bought the smokeberry brown wine from the Myr fleet." The waiter poured the wine into the wine glass on the serving tray, and then filled another wine glass.

Tyrion picked up the wine glass he was still holding, "Just pour it in here."

The squire took the flagon and filled Tyrion.

"I don't seem to have seen you," Tyrion said.

Seeing Tyrion looking suspiciously at him, the attendant said, "A few days ago, my lord sent someone to buy all the ale and sour wine in our fleet. These are treasured by our captain. Thank you Lord Tyrion for taking care of the fleet. , let us save the time of selling."

Seeing the clear amber liquid, Vilas picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. The crystal particles swayed freely on Vilas' beard.

"what!"

Vilas let out a hearty cry.

"Have another glass." Vilas put the wine glass on the serving plate and shouted to the attendant, then raised his arm to clean the wine stains from the corner of his mouth.

Tyrion took a sniff, and couldn't help but drink too, seeing Vilas take a drink and watching the rising waters in the pan with expectant eyes.

The mellow and sweet juice was rushing in Tyrion's throat, and Tyrion swept away the haze of Joffrey's disturbance. If he really wanted to drink this kind of wine by himself, and the time was not limited, Tyrion felt respectful to everyone present. There is nothing wrong with a glass.

Vilas drank one glass after another, and after a while the wine brought by the waiter ran out. Suddenly, he felt as if his throat was being strangled. He loosened his collar with his hand to let himself breathe, but this kind of The feeling of suffocation is getting stronger and stronger.

Joffrey saw Tyrion, who was drinking happily, gritted his teeth and was about to find new faults, but Vilas fell from the wheelchair to the ground with a "plop", spitting filth from his mouth.

Olenna noticed her grandson's poor drinking capacity, "Go and help him up." commanded to the maid behind her.Olenna looked at her embarrassing grandson with a look of disgust, and became unconscious after drinking three or four cups. He had never done this before in Highgarden. Could it be that Mir's alcohol content was so high.

A few maids from High Court rushed up and helped Vilas up from the arms, and saw the turbid yellow wine in Vilas's mouth mixed with food residues rushing out, and the smell spread to the nearby side Bronn, who was feasting, smelled a hint of blood from the sour smell of stomach acid corrosion.

Vilas's face twitched in pain, but he couldn't speak. A maid noticed that there was a trace of blood in Vilas' newly vomited filth.

The maid picked up a cloth from nearby and wiped Vilas' chin. The disgusting smell filled the air. Joffrey pinched his nose and avoided the distance. Vilas' beard was covered with debris. , more and more blood in the mouth.

Olenna and Mace at the side also noticed something was wrong, even if they were drunk, their feet couldn't stop twitching, and it was the crippled one that twitched.

Two Tyrells straightened up from their seats and rushed to Vilas, squeezing in from the group of maids.

"My child!" Mace yelled, hugging Vilas.

Tyrion also sensed something was wrong, picked up the wine glass that Vilas had drunk, and there were bubbles that were not the color of wine on the inner wall of the glass.

Vilas stopped convulsing with Mace's shaking, and Cersei, as a daughter-in-law, also ran over to surround her in a symbolic way.

Oberyn here also took his hand out of Ellaria's private place, stood up and looked at the place where the incident happened, hoping that his old friend who was chatting with him yesterday would be fine.

Hearing the surrounding Maces change from shouting to wailing, Joffrey suddenly shouted, "Get the dwarf! He poisoned my adoptive father with wine. Take that squire! He is the dwarf's accomplice."

Joffrey looked at Tyrion proudly, and Asha, the bride on the stage, covered her mouth in astonishment.

Tyrion had just withdrawn from observing the bubbles in the wine glass, and four or five gold robes had already pointed the gun to his forehead.The nobles in High Court glared at him.

The faces of the surrounding nobles were full of panic, and the gold robes on duty outside were also on alert, scanning the suspicious people with their eyes.

Tywin looked sullenly at what happened. Vilas died at the king's wedding and disrupted all his arrangements.

Tywin got up and made the arrangements, letting the golden robe control the surrounding nobles, and then went forward to check himself, and confirmed that Vilas had stopped breathing.

The blood no longer flowed from his mouth, but the corners of his eyes and nasal cavity were seeping with blood.Tywin looked at Tyrion with murderous eyes.

Tyrion felt his mind went blank, he couldn't hear what the nobles were yelling, and the cries of the Tyrell family gradually became hazy, until the huge skull of a dragon appeared in the darkness before Tyrion. Come on.

I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol, or everything happened too fast, Tyrion always felt that everything was so unreal, but Veras did die at Joffrey's wedding, in front of himself, and died like I still remember it fresh, and my nostrils are still filled with stench.

Tyrion thought about everything, the guard was lying, he did ask his men to buy ale and sour wine in order to control costs, but absolutely no fleet would cross the narrow sea to sell the cheapest bad wine.

Tyrion pounded on the cell door: "Someone! Someone!"

"I didn't poison Vilas!"

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"For Lingzi's death, as his father-in-law, I am also saddened." Tywin comforted Mace Tyrell, who was already crying and red-eyed.

"Your son, the vile dwarf poisoned my grandson with a woman's tricks," said Olenna.

"I will find out the murderer as soon as possible. If Tyrion really did it, I will hand over the murderer to High Court." Tywin said unhurriedly.

"Three days."

"If within three days I don't see the murderer's head hanging on the gate of King's Landing, I will ask Randyll Tarly of Stormlands, Garland of Bitterbridge, and Dragonstone to send troops at the same time, and then Tyrell will find out by himself." Find the murderer." Olenna turned and walked out after speaking.

Tywin saw the two of Tyrell go out and slumped on a chair, and then called Cersei in.

"You poisoned Vilas?" Tywin stared into Cersei's eyes.

Cersei looked puzzled, "The dwarf poisoned Vilas with poisoned wine, the evidence is conclusive."

"But he has no motive, he has no reason to destroy the alliance between Lannister and Tyrell." Tywin said.

"I have a motive? You married me to the Tyrells, and now suspect me of killing the crippled Tyrells," Cersei yelled.

"Have you ever had sex with him?" Tywin asked.

"No." Cersei replied flatly.

"Why, the son of Tyrell is very important to us, and he has the possibility of inheriting Highgarden."

"I hate Vilas's haughty face, his self-righteous intimate words from his stinking mouth, and his mutilated body," Cersei replied through gritted teeth.

"The eldest son of the Tyrell family died in King's Landing and at your son's wedding. Lannister must do something to maintain this crumbling alliance." Tywin said flatly.

Cersei collected her emotions and looked at her father.

"The Tyrell family still has two sons, and they are healthy sons. Marriage is an essential part of a stable marriage, while Lannister has only one daughter."

"No! I've had enough!" Cersei yelled, shaking her head.

"Do not?"

"The Lannister still owes Tyrell a blood debt. Either Tyrion will fill it or you will fill it. It is not difficult for me to forge a piece of evidence."