During the banquet, in addition to the drama, there were also seven fire masters that Illyrio had recruited.
Originally, it was supposed to be Aegon's Wildfire, but today, it was also performing on stage. It actually summoned seven giant dragons with fire control, and they attacked each other with flaming claws and fangs, causing the audience to cheer.
However, the climax of the banquet was the nuptials.
Before the banquet was completely over, the newlyweds had to enter the bridal chamber.
The guests at the banquet swarmed over, the women carrying Aegon, the men grabbing Sansa and carrying her on their shoulders.
On the way to the bridal chamber, dozens of men ripped off Sansa's clothes while loudly telling dirty jokes.
It was very barbaric.
But this was the nuptials, a Westeros custom. Everyone had been through it.
In the south, this kind of custom would be somewhat restrained and not too excessive. But in Hejian and the north, even if you were the queen, you had to enter the bridal chamber naked.
The women did the same to Aegon.
These people wouldn't really touch the king and queen or take advantage of them. Their hands were disciplined, but their eyes were dishonest.
The two groups took different paths and met in front of the bed in the bridal chamber, throwing the naked king and queen onto the bed.
But they wouldn't leave. Many of them would stand guard outside, eavesdropping and suggesting interesting positions for the newlyweds.
"Here!" Before the dwarf left, he secretly stuffed a small glass token into Aegon's hand.
"What is it?" Aegon looked down and was immediately moved.
"Thank you!"
It was a small bottle of Emperor's Blessing.
It was a gift from Slag to the dwarf, one of the few remaining divine medicines.
"Sigh!" The dwarf shook his head with a bitter smile and left the bridal chamber.
On the way back to the bedroom, Tyrion was very surprised to run into Uncle Finger again.
"Hey, long time no see. We two old friends should catch up."
Uncle Finger's smile was still so friendly.
"You're forgetful? We've seen each other many times today! "
Tyrion wasn't easy to deal with either. His smile was even brighter than Uncle Finger's.
"What kind of greeting is this? We've been friends for many years. Perhaps there are some misunderstandings, and I'm willing to explain them to you. "
Uncle Finger waved at Tyrion and walked towards the back door of the castle.
The dwarf touched the steel dagger at his waist and glanced at Uncle Finger's thin and short figure. He had an idea and immediately followed.
They turned left and right, passed through corridors, and finally arrived at the labyrinth garden in the castle's backyard.
The cold wind from the north made Uncle Finger tighten his cloak. He stomped the snow on his feet and said, "We have the same goal now, which is to help His Majesty Aegon ascend the Iron Throne, don't we?"
However, Tyrion would not follow his rhythm. He sneered and said, "Little Finger, your courage is far greater than your size."
Uncle Finger frowned but remained polite. He said, "Old friend, I know you have some misunderstandings about me. Tonight, right now, I'm here for this."
"Tell me." Tyrion sneered.
"You know about my relationship with Sansa's mother, right?" Uncle Finger said with a sorrowful expression.
"You said you broke her private parts."
Uncle Finger nodded and said seriously, "I really love her and am willing to do anything for her. That's why I can't tolerate Lannister playing with her daughter like a toy.
I didn't want to hurt anyone at Joffrey's wedding. Joffrey's death is somewhat related to me, but my goal is not to kill the king.
I only want chaos! "
"Oh, I believe that," Tyrion sneered.
"Sigh, I know you don't believe me, but how difficult is it to take a living person away from the Red Keep?
Coincidentally, Lady Olena found me. She thinks that Joffrey can't give Margaery happiness and needs me to provide some additional help.
For Sansa, for Catelyn in the underworld, I'm willing to bear any sin. "
Uncle Finger's eyes reddened, and his words were solemn and nasal.
"Hehe …" Tyrion still sneered.
"I'm guilty, but I didn't want to frame you! You know better than I do that you're thought to be Joffrey's murderer because Cersei thinks you are. "
"The garden is so cold. If you don't talk like a human, I'm leaving."
Uncle Finger was sincere, but Tyrion's expression remained the same. He sneered.
"Tyrion, have you forgotten? We used to be so close. Whenever my brothel had new goods, I would keep them for you. We were even together … I only have friendship for you, and never any hostility. "Uncle Finger sighed.
Tyrion was disgusted as if he had been force-fed two pounds of feces. His face twisted. "You can deny what happened to Joffrey, but what about the Dragonbone Dagger?"
"Dragonbone Dagger?" Uncle Finger was confused. "What's wrong with the dagger? I remember that it's Robert's, right? What does it have to do with you? "
"Stop pretending. I almost fell off that building. How many nobles don't know that?"
Tyrion pointed at the Eyrie under the cold crescent moon and sneered.
"Did you misunderstand something?" Uncle Finger was still at a loss.
Tyrion did not want to beat around the bush anymore. "I was arrested by Lady Catelyn because of the Dragonbone Dagger!
You told her that the Dragonbone Dagger was mine, and that I was the one who arranged the assassination of her son, Bran.
After that, the War of the Lion Wolf and the Rebellion of the Four Kings started because of this lie. That was your goal.
So, stop pretending in front of me. “
"Sigh, what a huge misunderstanding!"
Uncle Finger's face turned pale. He waved his hands and stomped his feet. "At that time, I only said in an uncertain tone that you might know where the dagger came from.
I didn't say that you were the one who arranged the assassination of Bran!
Think about it, what a huge loophole there is in that statement!
No one in their right mind would give something as obvious as the Dragonbone Dagger to an assassin. Can't a normal dagger kill someone?
Catelyn isn't stupid either. If I said something like that, wouldn't she be able to tell that it was an obvious lie? "
That woman is so stupid. Her husband, Eide, is also stupid. He is so stupid that he would believe a bastard like you.
But I'm not stupid!
Tyrion said with a straight face, "You came to me just to say this?"
Uncle Finger sighed. He knew that Tyrion had completely lost interest in reminiscing. If he did not bring out something useful, nothing would be accomplished tonight.
"We will be leaving the valley in a few days. I hope that you can support me in becoming the Hand of the King."
Tyrion widened his eyes. He looked at the confident and humble man in front of him and felt that it was unbelievable.
"Is there something wrong with your brain? Do you think that's possible?"
"The army is about to go south, but Jon Clinton left the Moon Gate Castle on the night of the wedding, which was just now, and went to Slave Bay.
And your reputation …
Old friend, as long as His Majesty is not crazy, he will not let you become the Hand of the King. "
"Then let Prince Daolang be the Hand of the King. He is His Majesty's uncle. His status and talent are all suitable," Tyrion said nonchalantly.
"Haha, Tyrion, if you are smart, you will not say such things."
Uncle Finger stepped forward and approached the dwarf. He whispered in his ear, "I said that we are old friends. I know you.
Didn't you go back to the Westeros to pull Lannister back from the edge of the cliff?
But Prince Daolang joined the True Dragon Alliance because of the hatred in his heart. He wants to push Lannister into hell.
But I am different. I have no ill intentions toward you. I have no hatred toward Lannister. You help me today, and I will help you tomorrow.
You reject my friendship today, and tomorrow … "
"Haha, Tyrion, don't let down our friendship of many years." Uncle Finger chuckled.
"Are you threatening me?"
Tyrion clenched his fists. His eyes, one green and one black, of different sizes, flashed with a dangerous light.
"I am trying to use sincerity to awaken our ten years of friendship." Uncle Finger laughed.
Tyrion stood on his tiptoes and craned his neck to look around.
"What are you looking at?" Uncle Finger asked, puzzled.
"I think I saw someone spying on us nearby," Tyrion said.
"No, there is no one in the garden." Uncle Finger's expression was natural.
"Are you sure?" Tyrion was doubtful.
"Of course."
"Then I am relieved." Tyrion smiled.
"Relieved what —"
Before he could finish, a fist the size of a bowl came straight at him.
"Bam —"
It hit Uncle Finger right in the nose. Sour, astringent, bitter, numb … All kinds of feelings exploded in his heart at the same time, and tears immediately gushed out.
Before he could cry out, another fist came at him like lightning and hit him in the stomach.
"Ugh —" The acid in his stomach rushed up to his throat. Uncle Finger bent over and vomited.
"Bam, bam, bam, bam …" Tyrion did not let him go. He kept on punching and kicking him.
"Stop!" An angry shout came from the maze. Then, a tall old man led two guards and rushed over from the corner of the maze.
"Tyrion, let go of the duke!" The old man's voice was thunderous.
"Bam, bam …" Tyrion did not care. He kicked Uncle Finger with his sturdy leather boots. He scolded as he kicked, "You arranged for someone to ambush me. How dare you say there is no one here? You are a liar!"
Uncle Finger lay in the snow covered in mud. He held his head with both hands. His mouth was full of blood. He groaned but could not say a word.
Oh, Tyrion was attacking Commissioner Lu of Guanxi. The so-called ambush was just an excuse. Uncle Finger was afraid that he would attack, so he arranged for bodyguards to protect himself.
"Clang, clang —" Accompanied by the sound of a sharp weapon being unsheathed, the blade reflected a cold white light under the moonlight. It quickly flashed in front of Tyrion's eyes.
The dwarf quickly took a few steps back and shouted, "Look at the sky, idiots. If you don't want to die, stay away from me!"
"Hiss —" Before he could finish, the faint moonlight in the sky suddenly disappeared. Complete darkness shrouded the maze garden. The pterosaur's roar seemed to be right next to his ears.
"Beep, beep, beep —" The tall old man stopped the guards who pulled out their swords to attack the dwarf. He picked up the whistle hanging on his neck and blew it.
After a while, a large group of guards from the Moon Gate Castle rushed over.
"I will let you fly sooner or later!"
Leaving Uncle Finger with an inexplicable threat, Tyrion climbed onto Tessa's back and leaped into the night sky before the guards could surround them.
"I beat up Little Finger. I can't stay in the valley anymore. Aegon just got married, so he has to stay here for at least three days. Let's go back to Wind Stop Castle first! "Tyrion found Yalaine and invited her.
"No, we're not going to Wind Stop Castle." Yalaine climbed onto the dragon's back and sat behind the dwarf. She smiled strangely and said, "We're going to the old town to play for two days."
"Why are we going to the old town?" The dwarf was confused.
"The legendary woman, Rosie. I love her too!" Yalaine said matter-of-factly.
The dwarf's mouth fell open. He was dumbstruck.
After a while, he muttered, "What if someone recognizes us …"
Yalaine leaned close to the dwarf's ear and licked his earlobe. She whispered, "I will go into the city alone. After we negotiate the price, I will bring her to the tower. You can ride Tessa to pick us up. Then, the three of us can …"
The dwarf's blood immediately rushed to his head … little head.
Yalaine was reliable. The next night, the dwarf saw Rosie. Although her appearance and temperament were not as good as Sansa, Margaery, or even the Dragon Queen, the dwarf felt that she had a special aura around her.
The dwarf was full of energy. He had spent the most wonderful two days and two nights of his life.
It was the same for Yalaine.
The despicable man and woman returned to Wind Stop Castle with a lazy expression on their faces.
However, the moment they landed on the training ground, Aegon led a dozen soldiers to arrest the dwarf.
"No way. I only beat up that bastard once, and you want to lock me up?" the dwarf shouted in disbelief.
"Duke Baelish is dead. He fell to his death. Just like you said, he flew once," Aegon said coldly.
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