"Good evening, Your Excellency. I'm glad you showed up before sunset so I don't have to think about starting a backup plan. Anyway, we had a good time working together, so I wanted to keep this good relationship of trust alive rather than looking for a new partner. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng came to take the red wine from the servant, waved his hand to signal the other party to stand down, and then pulled out the cork and poured two glasses.

It was not until the servant was completely away that he pushed one of the glasses in front of the guest, raised the other and gestured, and then raised his head and drank it down.

"So you're going to let half of the residents of King's Landing see a huge dragon flying over the city, forcing me to come and negotiate with you?"

Seeing that there were no people around him who shouldn't be there, Tywin finally removed the hood that obscured his face, and his face revealed undisguised anger.

You must know that since the two families in the West, Reyes and Tabek, who once laughed at Lannister, were uprooted, no one dared to challenge his majesty head-on, let alone force him to show up in a threatening way.

But today, someone actually violated two taboos at the same time!

What made him even more unacceptable was that he was powerless to do anything about it, so he could only be led by the nose by the young man in front of him.

"Hahahaha, please don't be angry, I just took what I thought was the most effective. Also, don't tell me that you don't plan to get rid of me directly after you get the news that I have a dragon. But am I angry? No, I don't even have the slightest bit of anger, because you didn't actually take action, did you?" Zhang Cheng laughed and put down the empty cup in his hand.

Obviously, he had expected such a violent reaction, but he didn't really care.

"What the hell do you want?" Tywin asked, narrowing his eyes.

Zhang Cheng hesitated for a moment, and quickly shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent look: "You may not believe it when you say it, but in fact, I don't have anything in particular that I want to get." Whether it's power or wealth, it doesn't mean much to me. If I had to give a definite answer, I think it would be knowledge. Of course, I don't mean the knowledge that the scholars in the academy study, but the magical knowledge that can really give a person supernatural powers. ”

"Hmph, a small nobleman who has gone from losing his territory in a short period of time to his current position as Earl of Brightwater City, you actually say that you are not interested in wealth and power?" Tywin clearly did not believe the statement, and let out a bitter sarcasm.

"No, no, no, Your Excellency, you seem to have misunderstood me. First of all, it was never my intention to ingest rights, I just wanted to get a little bit of convenience to gather information about the children of the forest. Secondly, I respect the rules of the game established by the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, and I have neither intended to break it, nor have I broken the promises I have made. Even when House Lannis was besieged by countless enemies, I did everything I was supposed to do as an ally. Finally, please don't take your anger at Tyrion out on me, I'm not your son and am not obligated to listen to you complain and vent. With that, Zhang Cheng raised his head and looked directly into the other party's ruthless eyes.

Tywin clenched the glass full of red wine as if he was going to crush it with all his strength, and it took two or three minutes before he slowly calmed down, and said in a low voice, "Okay, I'll just believe you don't have much power**, but what did you say to Tyrion today that caused him to question me if I actually see him as a member of the Lannisters?"

"It's nothing, I just told him to figure out his identity, and every time he was used by someone, he kicked it away. Zhang Cheng replied with the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"You're trying to split my family!" Tywin snarled in anger.

Zhang Cheng sneered and shook his head: "What do you think of Tyrion, I'm afraid you know best in your own heart." I'm not trying to split the Lannisters, I just hope that after you're dead, I'll not be dealing with the stupid and short-sighted Cersei, nor the obedient Jaime. Unfortunately, you don't realize who is the best heir to lead the family forward. ”

"You don't need to dictate who will inherit the Lannisters. All I want to know now is what price it takes to get you and your dragon on our side?" Tywin was undoubtedly not going to talk too much about his children, and went straight to the terms.

He also understands that if Jaime inherits the Duke after his death, then the Lannisters will inevitably be manipulated by Cersei, who lacks political wisdom and will only continue to exacerbate the conflict, and will never be able to become a competent ruler.

As for the birth cripple of Tyrion's succession, it was no longer on his radar, and he would rather the Lannisters be destroyed under Cersei's leadership than have the entire family suffer any ridicule or insult again.

Even in his eyes, Tyrion was a stain on his family's reputation, even if he was just alive.

Feeling Old Tywin's almost hateful attitude towards the little devil, Zhang Cheng decisively stopped the topic, grabbed a map hanging on the wall, and pointed to the location in the southwest corner of Westeros: "I want it here!"

"Old Town?!'s Hightower Clan's territory!" Tywin subconsciously frowned.

Many people who are not familiar with the history of the Riverbend may simply think that the Hightowers are just one of many vassals under the Tyrells.

However, in fact, the Hightowers have a much longer history than the Tyrells, and their financial resources are not inferior to the Tyrells, coupled with the largest and most prosperous port in Westeros, and the support of the School City, they are far more powerful than they seem on the surface, and the difficulty of capturing the Old Town is far higher than the capture of King's Landing.

"Ah, yes, it's the territory of the Hightowers. But don't worry, it won't be long before this place will be overrun by the Ironseeds, the immediate members of House Hightower will be slaughtered, and I will appear as a savior to save the devastated civilians wherever they are. All you have to do is give my actions a veneer of legitimacy. How's that for you, isn't it?" asked Zhang Cheng with a smile.

Tywin was not an idiot, he immediately understood the young man's plan in front of him, and took a deep breath: "If you are so unscrupulous, aren't you afraid of arousing the hatred of the entire aristocratic class?"

"Why should I be afraid? How many nobles do you think are capable of posing a threat to me right now? Moreover, the destruction of Old Town is not because I covet the wealth and land, but because of the hostile attitude of the Hightower family and the school city towards magic, and one of them and I are destined to fall. Do you need to care about any means against the enemy? I promise that after taking the old town, I will not take any further drastic actions......"