"Tell me, what trump card did Illyrio prepare for you?" Danny asked with interest.
"This …" Little Aegon immediately regretted revealing his trump card on impulse.
Now that he heard his aunt's question, he could not help but look at his godfather for help.
"There is no need for Your Highness to hide anything from Her Majesty," Clinton said without hesitation.
In just two short days of contact, Clinton had already seen the Queen's character: Like himself and Barristan, she cherished her personal honor and was a true knight with the "classical" spirit of a knight.
Uh, the Eris period before Robert was only 16 years ago, but it had become the "classical era of knights" that could only be recalled.
The Westeros nowadays were too lousy, there were almost no true knights.
"It's the Golden Group," Little Aegon said.
"The Golden Group?" Chora, who had been silent all this while, exclaimed for the first time.
Because he clearly remembered that the Golden Group had clearly rejected Danny, Rize, and Second Brother Wei.
In order to treat the Golden Group, Second Brother Wei had even sold Queen Leila's crown.
In the end, the Golden Group ate and drank heartily while loudly mocking the "beggar king".
"Is the Golden Group reliable? What about their employment contract with Myr? "Danny frowned.
She remembered that in Game of Thrones, the Golden Group had been hired by Cersei to deal with Danny and Rize.
Clinton explained, "The Golden Group's contract with Myr is signed once a year. There are less than two months until the end of the year, they will not be renewing the contract.
As for their loyalty, you probably don't have to worry too much.
The Golden Group was formed by the exiled nobles of the Westeros, the backbone of which are mostly the descendants of those nobles. They all want to follow the True Dragon to take back their family's land and titles! "
Old Yimont said doubtfully, "The Golden Group was formed by Cold Iron, those nobles' descendants and knights all belong to the 'Black Dragon', while Danny, Aegon, and I are the 'Red Dragon'.
The Black Fire's rebellion has been going on for nearly a hundred years. Can the enmity between the two sides be easily resolved? "
During the first Black Fire rebellion, the three legitimate illegitimate sons of the Mediocre King Aegon the Fourth were divided into two factions. Daimon Black Fire + "Cold Iron" Igor River Wen versus "Blood Crow" Blinden River Wen.
The Targaryen flag was a red dragon on a black background. As a bastard, Daemon Black Fire changed his personal emblem to a black dragon on a red background.
Therefore, the Black Fire rebellion was a "Red Dragon vs Black Dragon".
In the end, Daimon Black Fire died at the hands of Blinden, the Blood Crow.
Cold Iron Igor Riverman fled the Westeros and established the Golden Regiment on the other side of the narrow sea.
The will of the "Black Dragon" had been circulating among the knights of the Golden Legion. Their battle cry was "Gold above, Cold Iron below."
Therefore, Danny was not too surprised that the Golden Regiment rejected Second Brother Wei.
Instead, she was shocked that the Golden Regiment was willing to support Aegon.
"How did Illyrio convince the Golden Regiment?" Danny asked.
Tyrion beat Clinton to it and said with a smile, "Regardless of whether it's black or red, a dragon is a dragon."
Bullshit!
If the Golden Regiment had this kind of awareness, they would not have mocked Second Brother Wei back then.
"This is what the spice merchant told me." Facing Danny's mocking gaze, Tyrion explained.
"He also said that some contracts are written in blood and cannot be changed," he added.
"A contract written in blood …" Yimont secretly glanced at Little Aegon with a puzzled expression.
"Illyrio thinks highly of you. He even told you this kind of secret." Danny smiled faintly.
"Of course. The spice merchant is greedy and lustful, but he is definitely a smart person. He knows my value to Your Majesty." The little devil said proudly.
"The value of chopping off your big head to make me feel a little happy?"
"No, no, no." Tyrion shook his big head. "My big head contains a lot of useful things. Chopping it off is a complete waste."
Danny leaned forward, her right hand supporting her chin. She smiled and asked, "What are the things inside?"
"Intelligence, wisdom, knowledge as vast as the sea, monstrous strategy, and the key to governing a country."
He puffed out his chest and proudly said, "I have been on the battlefield, and I have been the King's Hand. I have done well. Someone like me who can be a general on horseback and a prime minister off horseback, there is almost no one in Slave Bay, right? I heard that Her Majesty's Hand of the King's position is still empty … "
"Sorry, you are not useful." Danny held back her laughter and shook her head. "In my opinion, you are one of the rare big idiots in Westeros. The kind that helps people count money after being sold."
The little devil's expression froze. He pointed at his noseless nostril and said, "I'm stupid?"
"Let me ask you, how did the lion and the wolf start fighting?" Danny asked.
"Don't tell me it was because of me?" Tyrion laughed.
"Is it not?"
"I did not send anyone to kill little Stark, that Bran. Lady Caitlin went crazy, what could I do? "Tyrion argued.
"Yes, it was definitely not you. But you still did not find the person who framed you."
"Why are you so sure it was not me?" Tyrion asked curiously.
"I will tell you the truth. Don't be angry." Danny laughed.
"Yes, I am not angry." Tyrion nodded. He was getting more and more curious.
Danny looked at the dwarf from head to toe. She held back her laughter and said, "You can't beat Bran."
"What?" Tyrion opened his eyes wide.
"You might be stronger than Bran, but your head is big, your legs are short, your waist is thick, and your hands are thin. In terms of agility, you are not a match for Bran who climbs walls every day. In other words, you can't throw him off the tower even if you wanted to. "
"Since you did not throw Bran off the tower, you naturally did not hire someone to kill him. There is no need for that!"
"This …" Chora, Clinton, and the others looked at the little devil carefully. Their expressions were blank. "You are right. This is too obvious a flaw. Why …"
Tyrion looked down at his deformed legs. His ugly face turned green and red.
He knew his condition the best. His legs would be sore and weak after walking a few steps, let alone running and climbing walls.
"I really hope Lady Caitlin still has the chance to hear this." He smiled bitterly.
"Don't worry, there will be a chance. Caitlin Tully is not dead. She was revived by the red-robed monk. I even chatted with her for most of the night. When you see her, you have to be mentally prepared, "Danny said strangely.
"Caitlin is not dead?" Tyrion was shocked. "The dead can be revived?"
"Have you not heard of the story of the Lightning King?"
"The Brotherhood Without Flags of the Three River Basin? I thought it was a rumor. I don't know if it can revive my father, "Tyrion muttered.
"It can," Danny said firmly.
"It can? My father has been dead for more than half a year. "
"Bring the deviant ghost to your father's tomb. I guarantee that no coffin can hold it down."
"Uh …" Tyrion's mouth twitched. He returned to the original topic and said, "Your Majesty, you guessed wrong. The person who threw Bran Stark off the tower is not the same person who sent someone to assassinate him. "
"I know. Your brother threw Bran. It was either Littlefinger or your sister who sent the assassin," Danny said confidently.
She had watched Game of Thrones, so she should not be wrong.
Unfortunately, she did not see the expected shock on the little devil's face.
There was only confusion.
Hmm, confusion?
What are you confused about?
"How do you know it was Jaime, Your Majesty?" Tyrion asked.
"Bran must have seen something he should not have. At that time in Winterfell, other than your brother and sister having an affair, what else could Second Young Master Stark not have seen? "Danny said proudly.
Tyrion was stunned again. "Your Majesty, you are so smart."
Danny was even more pleased with herself, but her expression was even more indifferent.
"However, the assassin was not sent by Littlefinger."
"If it was not Littlefinger, then was it Cersei?" Danny was a little anxious.
"No." Tyrion shook his head again and gave an answer that shocked Danny. "It was my nephew."
"Joffrey? Why would he kill Bran? It doesn't make sense! "
"The dagger was Robert's. Joffrey stole the dagger and found a random assassin among the royal knights. As for the reason … "
Tyrion smiled bitterly. "The title of 'Second Mad King' is not just for show. What reason would he have for changing his mind and killing Eide at the last minute? "
"Little devil, you have guts," Little Aegon said coldly.
"Sigh, Your Highness, I apologize." Tyrion smiled and bowed.
Danny said thoughtfully, "It seems that I misunderstood you. You were not ignorant about the 'Bran' assassination incident '."
"It's not really a misunderstanding. I was indeed framed by Littlefinger. When Lady Caitlin confronted me with the dagger, she claimed that Littlefinger told her that the Dragonbone Dagger belonged to me.
Isn't that nonsense? How can I not know that it belongs to me? "Tyrion sighed.
"Since you knew, why didn't you kill Littlefinger?" Danny asked curiously.
"Kill?"
"Weren't you the leader of the kings for a period of time? Isn't it easy to kill a 'small noble' with no background? "
"Sigh, at that time, I didn't even have the confidence to defend King's Landing. How would I dare to have internal strife? I even had to beg him to help me talk to Tyrell because he was eloquent and liked to talk.
When the situation was set and we could 'cook the hound after it's served its purpose', I was killed ahead of time.
That guy went one step further and became the Duke of Helenburg, "Tyrion said helplessly.
"You didn't tell your father about Littlefinger instigating the lion and the wolf?"
"Hehe." Tyrion smiled strangely. "I'm not targeting anyone. All of Lannister's enemies should be grateful to me.
My father's cunning and ruthlessness are something you can never imagine.
While I was unconscious and recuperating, my father quietly made a move against him. "
"What did Tywin do?" Danny asked in surprise.
"Give Helenburg to Littlefinger!" Tyrion said with a smile.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Little Aegon was confused.
"My father believed that the curse of Helenburg was real. Even if it was fake, it would become real sooner or later."
"Unfortunately, before the curse of Helenburg took effect, you and your father were weakened by him," Danny mocked.
"What do you mean?"
Suddenly, Tyrion's pupils shrank and he cried out, "Did he kill Joffrey?"
"Oh, you're not too stupid."
"Maybe Littlefinger has the ability to do that. But that doesn't make sense. What benefit would he get by framing me or killing Joffrey? "Tyrion said in disbelief.
Danny stared at him for a long time, causing the dwarf to squirm uncomfortably. Then she held back her laughter and said, "The chaotic situation, and … he has your wife."
"Sansa?" Tyrion's expression changed drastically and started to turn green.
"Do you know about Littlefinger's relationship with Caitlin?"
"He used Sansa as a substitute for his first love, Caitlin? Damn it! "
Tyrion's face turned completely green.
The surrounding onlookers looked at Tyrion with sympathy.
Especially the female dwarf, Fanny, she was so sad that she almost cried for him.
"Don't you think you're miserable? You've been tricked by the same person so many times. Your wife is lying in his bed. Maybe she even has a child now, but you still don't know anything."
Dani had no sympathy at all. She was still gloating over his misfortune.
— Who told you to betray Danny Rize? You deserve it!
The dwarf's face was pale, and he was about to collapse.
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