The sky was dark, and the rain was cold.
Five demonic dragons circled above King's Landing. Smoke billowed, and fire burned everywhere.
The dragon flames almost melted the Red Keep.
Cersei hugged the crying Tommen and cried, "Mother of Mercy!" on the Iron Throne.
Below King's Landing, a great battle was taking place that dyed the Blackwater River red.
Tyrion was in the middle of the battlefield, holding an axe that was taller than himself. He fought side by side with Barristan the Fearless and Jorad Mormont in white armor.
This Tyrion had two heads, and neither of them had noses. One of them squealed with excitement, wearing a dragon's helm and shouting "Kill, kill, kill, kill." The other wore a golden lion's helm, and its eyes were closed and its head lolled, as if in a deep sleep.
Duke Tywin was the commander of the enemy. He rode out of the formation on a tall horse, while Jaime and Sir Kevon were beside him. Behind him were Aunt Zina, Cousin Lancel, and the rest of the Lannister in full armor.
Behind them were countless soldiers in golden robes and lion helmets.
At this time, the Unsullied and Dothraki Centaurs rushed toward the gold-robed soldiers like a tide.
"Hear my roar!" Duke Tywin pointed his sword at the enemy and shouted, "Kill all the dragons!"
"Wash King's Landing with blood. Don't let a single Lannister go!" The queen on the demonic dragon replied coldly.
Tyrion was unstoppable. He rushed to Duke Tywin and cut him and his horse in half with one swing of his axe.
"Hahaha …" Tyrion held his blood-stained axe and laughed maniacally.
"Bastard!" James, who was wearing golden armor and wielding a golden sword, roared as he rushed over.
Tyrion was not afraid. Jaime in golden armor did not have a right hand and was no match for him.
Tyrion used his axe to smash Jaime's iron armor, smashing his face into a pile of red paste. Every time he smashed his face, he would laugh loudly.
Then, it was Aunt Zina, all his cousins and uncles …
When the battle was over, Tyrion suddenly turned around and realized that his other head was sobbing.
"Hahahaha, kill kill kill …"
"Wu wu wu wu …"
The warm morning light shone through the skylight, casting a golden beam of light in the bedroom. On the feather bed, Tyrion mumbled to himself as he tried to avoid the direct sunlight.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
"Tyrion, little devil, get up!"
The sounds of knocking on the door and shouting were as distant as a folk song from the other side of the mountain. Tyrion did not react at all.
Until …
Duke Tywin's head, which had been split in half, fell to the ground. He looked over coldly and said, "Tyrion, get up!"
"Yes, father!" Like a conditioned reflex, Tyrion sat up.
Rubbing his sore and swollen eyes, the dwarf slowly came back to his senses.
He looked around and realized that he was in a lavishly decorated palace. The heat of the sun was so real.
"Damn it, disturbing my sleep …" The little devil cursed and said to Duckfield who was knocking on the door, "Stop shouting, I'll get up now."
Reaching out to support himself on the pillow, Tyrion's expression froze. He turned around and saw a wet patch on the white feather pillow.
"Dad, you can only scare me in my dreams now!" Tyrion cracked a smile that was uglier than crying. He pulled the blanket away and prepared to get off the bed.
But just as he moved, his body froze again. He looked down and saw that his little brother was holding his head high. His pants were wet and sticky.
"Sigh, it's been a few months and I only have Fenni by my side …"
Thinking of the beautiful female dwarf, his little brother immediately nodded in agreement. But Tyrion's deformed head shook with a complicated expression.
"It's a good opportunity to experience the exotic scenery of Slave Bay."
When it came to treating his girlfriend, the little devil was still very principled.
He lusted after Sansa's body, but he still resisted the urge to touch her. It was a great loss for him to let his little finger take advantage of his wife.
He also had feelings for the female dwarf, Fenni.
Fenni had sent him a silent invitation a few times, but he still resisted.
"Why did you call me in such a hurry?"
When the little devil yawned and walked out of the bedroom, only 'Duck' Duckfield was left in the living room.
"Look at the sun! It's almost noon! "Duckfield pointed at the window and shouted.
"So?" Tyrion asked casually. He looked around and didn't even see the shadow of the female dwarf. He couldn't help but ask, "Where is she? Where's His Highness and Sir Clinton?"
"Downstairs … Oh, in the lower level of the pyramid. The Queen is hearing the case of the Count of Broken Shackles. Do you want to take a look?"
Tyrion was shocked and quickly asked, "The trial has already started? Why didn't you wake me up earlier? "
"Didn't I wake you up?" Duck said unhappily.
Tyrion didn't have time to enjoy the sumptuous breakfast brought by the maids. He took a piece of food called 'roujiamo' and ate it as he went downstairs.
.....
Nobles had their privileges. Otherwise, why would they work so hard to climb up?
Even if Tyrion came late, he could still easily find a place to watch.
The trial process was not open to the public.
Other than the nobles, there were no other spectators. The trial hall on the second floor was empty.
The shackles on Clayon's hands were also removed, and his prison uniform was changed into a comfortable dark-colored sweater.
The Count of Broken Shackles sat in the middle, surrounded by a ring of judges. There were a total of 27 judges.
Nine nobles and nine government officials.
There were also nine Gith judges who chose the most famous Gith scholars from the three cities of Slave Bay.
Yes, they had to be scholars or other professions with the ability of scholars.
Only scholars could understand the 'Codex' and Clayon's case.
"Where's the Queen?" Tyrion came to Clinton and asked softly.
"After announcing the start of the trial, the Queen left."
Seeing Tyrion's confusion, Clinton pointed to the judges who were flipping through the case and explained, "The trial of the nobles is divided into three steps: the closed preliminary trial, the public trial, and the closed final trial.
Now is the preliminary trial. The main point is to compare the 'Codex' and pick out every violation of Clayon's.
During the trial, Clayon can refute it himself or invite scholars who understand the law to help him. "
The audience discussed in low voices, but the atmosphere in the hall was tense.
The judges kept picking out Clayon's mistakes in the case of the 'Son of the Harpy' from the case, and the Butcher Count was not to be outdone and refuted loudly.
If the judges accepted Clayon's explanation, then the accusation would be dismissed and the next round of accusations and arguments would proceed.
If a judge didn't agree with Clayon's explanation, or if Clayon couldn't give an explanation, then the accusation would be officially filed and recorded. During the trial, it would be handed over to the chief judge to be heard in public.
Because there were nine highly respected Gith judges, it was difficult to miss obvious violations of the law during the preliminary trial.
"It seems quite fair," Tyrion muttered after listening for a while.
Then, he thought of himself in the 'Purple Wedding' case.
If it was according to the Dragon Queen's' Codex '…
Uh, he probably wouldn't have a good outcome, because too many witnesses' testimonies were against him.
"Let's go. After listening for so long, we've more or less understood the judicial process at Slaver's Bay."
Close to noon, Clinton said in a low voice.
Tyrion listened with relish and shook his head. "You guys go first. I want to listen for a while more."
"Don't you find it boring?" Little Aegon asked curiously.
"Boring? No, no, no, it's very interesting. "Tyrion held back his laughter." Don't you understand? The 'Codex' that the Dragon Queen created doesn't seem to target nobles, but the Targaryen family's unique Mad King. "
"Are you crazy? How dare you say such things in front of me?" Little Aegon said angrily.
"Your Highness, in terms of magnanimity, you should learn from your aunt." The little devil shook his head.
"It's normal for the queen to learn from her father," Clinton said with a frown.
"Through the 'Codex' and the judicial process, we can see the queen's thoughts and personality … Forget it, you can leave if you don't want to listen!" Tyrion said with a wave of his hand.
Clinton was deep in thought as he turned to the dark-haired woman and said, "Sister Lemore, why don't you meet the queen alone?"
"Eh, where's Fenny?" Seeing the woman's graceful back, Tyrion, who had not had sex for many days, felt his heart skip a beat. Then, the female dwarf's face appeared in his mind.
Only then did he realize that Fenny wasn't in the courtroom.
"Where did Fenny go?" he asked anxiously.
"She went to the dock to perform the comical props. The pig and the dog are also at the Orange Wine Ship," Little Aegon said.
Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief but still complained, "It's dangerous for her to go alone in a foreign country. She should have let Dukefei go with her."
"There's an Unsullied following her. And if you don't want to sleep in, you can go with her yourself! The queen has always thought of her as your wife, hahaha … "Scholar Sai laughed in a low voice.
.....
The Dragon Queen was not at the Great Pyramid. After breakfast, she went to the hall on the second floor to announce the official start of the trial. Then, she rode out of the city under the protection of the Blood Guards.
Her khalasar had been nomadic between Meereen and Astapor and had recently come to the vicinity of the Worm River.
The Dragon Queen wanted to get together with her people and reorganize a few thousand roaring warriors at the same time.
After Lemore learned from the Centaur maid that the queen would only return at night, she was curious about how the queen commanded the Dothraki. So, instead of waiting at the pyramid, she asked a twelve-year-old Unsullied to take her outside the city to find the queen.
The nun's riding skills were unexpectedly good. It only took her half an hour to run more than ten kilometers northeast along the yellow road.
The little Unsullied almost couldn't catch up.
Finally, on a grassland, the mature woman whose cheeks were red from running saw the queen … no, the Khaleesi's khalasar.
Countless yurts rose from the ground. Although there were many of them, they were arranged neatly.
A man-made ravine separated the yurts where the Centaurs lived from the pasture. The Centaur women were busy between the tents and children were running and playing.
On the other side of the ravine, there were old Centaurs leisurely riding their horses and herding their cattle and sheep on the grassland.
The herds were scattered across the vast land, and there was almost no end in sight.
On the other side of the grassland where the cattle and horses had already eaten the pasture, thousands of knights galloped on their horses, shouting words that she could not understand. The ground also shook slightly.
She could vaguely see that the leader was a white horse, carrying a valiant female knight.
Her silver hair was braided and decorated with bells. She wore a Dothraki vest and was dressed like a female khal.
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