Undoubtedly, Zhang Cheng has never been a man who likes to sit back and wait, especially after learning that the enemy is ready to start a war, he quickly takes out all his money and orders Blanco to start recruiting and training soldiers, buying armor and weapons to the maximum, and hiring those reputable mercenaries to ensure that there is enough cannon fodder to consume.

In addition to this, he put aside inconsequential trifles and focused all his energy on studying the full functionality of the Tower.

This mysterious structure, which is not known when it will be completed, is far more mysterious and complex than many people imagine, especially the huge crystal at the top of the tower, which was originally hidden by the fire, is not only an energy harvesting and control device, but also a powerful weapon.

Harnessing the vast amount of energy stored at the base of the tower for thousands of years, it can create a terrifying storm of death or send waves hundreds of meters away.

Of course, against dragons that can soar through the sky, storms and waves are clearly not enough.

Therefore, Zhang Cheng plans to use the limited time to make some small modifications, such as further increasing the destructive power, turning huge waves into ice, and storms into blizzards......

As he ducks into the tower to prepare for the coming war, the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms are worried about the growing army that has gathered around the Old Town.

Some of them speculated that it was for the conquest of the Iron Islands, but many more felt that it was a sign of a desire to seize the Iron Throne.

Either way, as the de facto ruler of King's Landing, Tywin Lannister had to prepare for the worst.

Although it was the wedding of King Joffrey and Queen Margaery, he left countless guests behind and quietly went to the tent less than fifty meters from the banquet site.

The man in black, who had been waiting for a long time, did not speak, but handed over a curly note.

Old Tywin took it and opened it and glanced at it, his face quickly became solemn, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you sure there is nothing wrong with this information?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, I have confirmed it again and again, and there can be no mistake. You'd better be mentally prepared, the terrible enemy is coming soon. The man in black nodded thoughtlessly.

Due to his hood and gray cloak, his appearance and body shape were not clear at all.

"So, Mason's frenzied expansion of the army isn't aimed at the Iron Throne?" Tywin clutched the note, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but I don't know what his purpose is or what he desires. Oh, by the way, I just found out that he wasn't actually called Mason at all, and the real Mason Asspring had been dead for a long time, and he got that name and identity from Lord Baerich. The man in black quickly added.

"Fake identity, do you know who he really is?" Tywin subconsciously frowned.

"Unfortunately, I only found out that he was first seen near King's Road, when he was rescued by a produce merchant who called himself Billy, and everything was a mystery until then. Perhaps you should ask Mistress Baerich, who may be able to give you a satisfactory answer. With that, the man in black raised his head slightly, revealing the upturned corners of his mouth.

Tywin, unaware of the playfulness in his tone, stroked the beard on his chin and asked in a deep voice, "What about this merchant? What is he? I need to see him right away!"

"As far as I know, poor Billy has been missing for a long time, and if nothing else, eighty percent of them have been killed. After all, if it were me, I would have eliminated this potential threat instead of leaving it to the enemy as a handle......" The man in black replied meaningfully.

"Good! Keep an eye on Old Town! Whatever Mason does, I'll be the first to get the news. ”

Tywin took a deep breath and returned to his usual unsmiling face, and just as he was about to turn away from the tent, a shrill scream suddenly came from outside.

"Ahhh!!!hhh

"Oh no! Your Majesty the King...... His Majesty has been poisoned!"

"Bachelor!"

......

All of a sudden, the wedding banquet, which was originally full of laughter, suddenly turned into a pot of porridge.

"Damn!" Seeing that the situation was a little out of his control, Tywin couldn't help but curse under his breath and walked briskly towards the place where the crowd was most concentrated.

He didn't notice at all that he hadn't walked far before the man in black took off his hood, revealing a chubby bald head.

Obviously, he is none other than the "octopus" Varys, who has disappeared from everyone's sight for a long time.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that he, who was supposed to sail to the continent of Essos, would sneak back to King's Landing, and also reached a partnership with Tywin Lannister to secretly collect all the information about Zhang Cheng.

And what "Littlefinger" Berishi got was outdated news that he deliberately left to divert his attention.

Looking at the noisy and panicked crowd not far away, Varys narrowed his eyes and said to himself, "You really can't help but do it, dear old friend, I should also send Duke Tywin out of Game of Thrones to make the situation a little more complicated." As you said, chaos is a ladder, only the ladder is real, and climbing is all there is. But don't forget, there is also a saying that the higher you climb, the harder you fall, and sometimes it is safer to be the one holding the ladder. ”

At the same time, Sansa Stark, hiding in the crowd, was swallowing her last breath with a happy look on her enemy's face full of pain.

Although she didn't know who poisoned her, let alone that she was being used unknowingly, it didn't prevent her from having a sense of revenge that she couldn't express in words.

Fortunately, Sansa had not forgotten the escape plan, and after a short pause, she quickly took the cloak from a pre-arranged inner receiver to block the beautiful long skirt while everyone was firmly attracted by Joffrey's corpse, and then followed the narrow path to the port, about forty minutes or so, and finally boarded an inconspicuous boat.

Before she could sit down and catch her breath, Petyrberg rushed into the cabin and grabbed her.

Feeling the beating heart of the other party, and the heavy gasp, the girl immediately realized that the rumors were probably true. This old man, who was about the same age as his father, transferred his crazy infatuation with his mother to himself.

Although she was extremely disgusted by this sick and deformed emotion in her heart, she still forced herself to endure it, pretending to be weak and helpless, and asked, "Lord Baesi, you will take me home, right?"

"Of course, Sansa, I swear that you will never be wronged or insulted again. Littlefinger sniffed the girl's hair and gave a categorical reassurance.

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