Tyrion Lannister "Little Devil" makes his way through the Narrow Sea.

As soon as he disembarked at Pantos, he threw up.

"I don't want to be on a boat again in my life." Tyrion said weakly.

Princess Mycella Baratheon wrinkled her delicate nose and said:

"But uncle, we're going to take another boat ride to King's Landing."

Tyrion collapsed to the ground without a figure, and shouted:

"Then go back to King's Landing yourself, and I'll spend the rest of my life in the free trade city-state."

Princess Mycella, accustomed to her uncle's temperament, knew that he was joking:

"Well, then I'll tell my mother and grandfather that you've been taken by a circus in Pantos and forced to stay in the dwarf show."

Tyrion rolled his eyes:

"You might as well tell them I'm tired from the belly of the technician."

Princess Mycella laughed.

At this moment, a well-dressed old man stepped forward and asked:

"Is it Master Tyrion Lannister from Westeros?"

Tyrion propped his hands on, looked at the visitor, and wondered:

"That's right, it's me. Who are you? ”

The old man smiled slightly:

"I am the steward of the Doge of Illyrio, and I have heard of your arrival in Pantos and have invited you to the Doge's Palace."

Tyrion's eyes narrowed, and he asked alertly:

"How did Illyrio know I was coming to Pantos?"

"The Aromatic you're on is the Governor's merchant ship."

"Huh! What a coincidence! Tyrion chuckled, but muttered to himself, wondering who had leaked his whereabouts.

"Yes, the Governor has prepared a sumptuous dinner for you, and I wonder if you would like to enjoy it."

"Okay." Tyrion grinned, "I've always liked to make friends, and since your governor is so welcoming, how can I refuse?" ”

With a wave of his hand, a luxurious carriage slowly drove over.

Tyrion got into the carriage with his niece, left the docks, and made his way through the bustling streets, stopping again to reach the gate of a luxurious mansion.

The butler led them to a banquet hall with a long table at which three people were seated.

On the throne was an oversized fat man with a yellow mustache, dressed in a robe that could be used as a tent, revealing a fat white belly that looked like a manatee.

"Welcome to Pantos!" The manatee smiled, "Wise Lord Tyrion and beautiful Princess Mycella. ”

"You're the Governor of Illyrio?"

"It's me. Have a seat. Illyrio gestured to the two empty seats, "I've admired your father, Duke Tywin, for a long time. ”

"What an accident." Tyrion took his niece to the table and sat down, saying, "You know, my father has always despised the free trade city-states, and thinks you people who use gold instead of swords to fight are the most foolish. ”

Illyrio laughed, "If you want to talk about gold, you Lannisters have more." ”

"That's right. But we still rely on the Iron Knight to fight, not to buy with money. According to my dad's theory, the more you give your enemies, the more they will demand. Tyrion pinched his nose, looked at the other two at the table, and asked, "Who are these two?" ”

"This is Lord Griffin of the Golden Order, and his son Little Griffin." Illyrio introduced.

The Griffin in his mouth was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, with a resolute face, a cleanly shaved beard, and blue hair, but it looked like it should have been dyed, because the roots were red.

As for his son, Little Griffin looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with long and lanky builds, purple eyes, and blue hair.

"The Golden Regiment?" Tyrion knew that the Golden Order was known as one of the most powerful mercenary regiments in the continent of Essos.

However, it was founded by the Westeros.

A century ago, Aegon IV, the illegitimate son of Aegon IV, participated in the Black Fire Rebellion and fled to the continent of Essos. Created the Golden Regiment with the Remnant of Blackfire and hundreds of lord knights who lost their fiefs for supporting Blackfire.

Since then, the Golden Order has been fighting for money on the continent of Essos, but they have always dreamed of one day returning to Westeros to reclaim their ancestral home and glory.

Tyrion pondered the purpose of Governor Illyrion's arrangement for him to meet with the Golden Order, and heard Griffin speak on the other side:

"Lord Tyrion, I heard you just returned from Dorne?"

"Yes."

"How's the Martell family doing?"

"It's bad." Tyrion sighed, "They are fighting against the Elenwood family, but Caesar sent troops to cut off the land and water transportation routes, and it is estimated that they will soon fall into a food starvation crisis. ”

Griffin nodded, and asked again:

"In addition to the fleet blockading the harbor, has Stormland sent troops into Dorne?"

"Not yet." Tyrion rolled his eyes and asked, "I heard that Prince Dalang has many friends in the free trade city-state, are you one of them?" ”

"Yes." Griffin nodded in acknowledgement, "Prince Doran has said that he will help the Golden Regiment go home. ”

Tyrion immediately understood the purpose of this banquet, smiled and whistled, and said:

"If the Golden Regiment wants to go home, the Lannisters can help. And I know that you have been persecuted by the Targaryens, and now that the True Dragons have been restored in Storm's End, they are our common enemy. ”

"Yes." Griffin raised his glass and said, "For the common enemy." ”

"For the common enemy." Tyrion raised his glass and touched it.

A verbal alliance was instantaneous.

Governor Illyrio laughed heartily, clapped his fat palms and said:

"Great! The Lannisters and the Golden Regiment! I'm sure you'll be able to wipe those damned dragons off the face of the world. They're just too dangerous, too nasty. ”

Tyrion smiled and said:

"Lord Doge, how did I hear that you ever sponsored the Daenerys Targaryen siblings?"

"That's because they didn't have dragons at the time. It's just two poor little things who were hunted down, and I took them in with a moment of relent. Governor Illyrio shook his head, "But now that girl has hatched a dragon, it's no fun." ”

It's because she was snatched away by Caesar. Tyrion complained to himself.

Understand that this governor is angry and wants to oppose the True Dragon family because his investment has been lost.

But it doesn't matter.

Importantly, the Golden Regiment is indeed a trusted ally.

At least until Caesar is defeated, it can be trusted.

But then, Tyrion glanced at the silent little Griffin thoughtfully.

After the covenant was reached, the atmosphere of the banquet became more and more harmonious.

It doesn't end until the guests and hosts have a good time.

Before heading to the room prepared by the Governor, Tyrion suddenly turned around and asked:

"Sir Griffin, where is the Golden Regiment going to land?"

"I'm not a knight." Griffin corrected, then said, "We plan to land at Fort Eagle's Nest in the Stormlands and flank Caesar with the Lannisters. ”

Then I'm not a dwarf. Tyrion complained to himself, and then said:

"Vulture Nest Fort, that's the heart of the Stormlands, aren't you afraid of incurring a fierce blow from Caesar's army?"

Griffin glanced at the dwarf, "Do you have any better advice?" ”

"I suggest you go to Dorne." "If you save the Martells, we'll be in for a bigger boost. Moreover, Dorne is separated from the Stormlands by a lofty mountain, and it will be troublesome for Caesar to send troops to the rescue. ”

"I'll consider your suggestions." Griffin nodded.

Tyrion didn't say much and left with his niece.

Returning to the guest room, Princess Mycella said:

"Uncle, will that Griffin be our friend?"

"Perhaps." Tyrion said, "At least they'll help us deal with Caesar, but then ......"

"What happened after that?"

"After that, it's not necessarily friend or foe."

"Why?"

Tyrion rubbed his niece's soft blonde hair and said in a deep tone:

"The Golden Regiment are all Westeros exiles, and that Griffin is no ordinary exile."

"And who is he?"

"Who would want to land at Eagle's Nest?"

Princess Mycella blinked, as if remembering something:

"You said the former Hand of the King, 'Lord Griffon'?"

"Clever!" Tyrion laughed, "That's right. It was none other than Jon Clinton, the Prime Minister of the Mad King and a close friend of Prince Rhaegar. Former Lord of the Vultry's Nest. But I was more concerned about his 'son'. ”

"Little Griffin?"

"Yes, the kid dyed his hair." Tyrion snorted, "Why do you dye your hair?" Obviously, his original hair color is not visible. ”

"What was his original hair color?"

Tyrion grinned, "Silver, I guess." ”

"Silver?" Princess Mycella recalled the young man's appearance, "His eyes are purple as I remember...... Silver-haired purple eyes! That's what a Targaryen characteristic! ”

But the next moment, the girl fell into suspicion again: "But, isn't there only that Princess Daenerys left in the Targaryen family?" Could it be that this little Griffin, like Caesar, is also a black fire? ”

"Perhaps." Tyrion muttered, "The Golden Regiment was originally formed by the remnants of the Black Fire, and now that there is a prime minister of the former dynasty and a royal family of the former dynasty, hehe, the Westeros continent is going to be lively." ”

(End of chapter)