Tyrion Lannister stood beside Tywin's coffin, his short fingers clenched into fists.

It was early in the morning, and the Prime Minister's Tower was dark and quiet, and the hazy morning light slanted in through the high windows, casting a deep halo over the dark red walls, like clotting blood.

The candles on the table flickered, and dark shadows swayed on the walls.

The Silent Sisters dressed Lord Tywin as if he was going to battle, dressed in the finest gilded armor, a pair of golden lions on his shoulders, and a gilded sword in his hands on his chest, but the eyes that shimmered with golden light were closed forever.

I don't know if it's a delusion, but Tyrion always felt that his father had suddenly become much smaller after his death.

The lion of the western realm, who once commanded the Seven Kingdoms, now looks like a little rickety little old man.

It must be because of the lack of those eyes.

Duke Tywin's eyes are what his soul is tied to, and those pure golden pupils can see through anyone's soul, and see the weakness, incompetence and ugliness of all people's hearts, with a magical power to capture people's hearts.

Tyrion had trembled under the pressure of those eyes, but when he shot an arrow into his father's lower abdomen and erased the light from those eyes, Tyrion suddenly realized that Tywin didn't seem to be as terrible as he thought, and not as omnipotent as everyone thought.

He's just an old man over half a hundred years old.

Nor can gold be pulled.

Tyrion was especially sure of that.

Stripped of the golden shell, Tywin Lannister was as weak, ugly, and even foul as everyone else, just as he smelled at this time.

"What does it smell like?" The little king beside him couldn't help but complain.

"It smells of death." Queen Cersei told her son, and at the same time cursed the silent sisters in her heart for not disposing of their father's body.

However, the thought of her father dying on the toilet bowl made Cersei a little speechless. The rotten stench in the nose also became unbearable.

She turned to look at her brother beside her, who was motionless like a stone sculpture.

"You haven't found your father's killer yet?" Cersei asked.

The murderer is right in front of you. Tyrion glanced at his sister and said:

"We found a passage in the fireplace of my father's room, and Loras Tyrell must have used him to escape ......"

"Escaped?" Cersei raised her voice, "The hand of the dignified king was assassinated in the Prime Minister's Tower, and you let the murderer escape?" ”

"The soldiers are still searching in the secret passages, and maybe there will be good news later."

"I don't want anything maybe! You must catch your father's murderer! Cersei said in a commanding tone, "Varys is most familiar with the secret passages of the Red Keep, but what about the others?" You should go to him! ”

Tyrion wasn't going to talk to his sister, but he did want to talk to Varys.

Seeing Varys hiding in the corner of the doorway, Tyrion took the opportunity to leave his sister behind and walk over.

Varys saw Tyrion walking towards him, gestured, and walked out of the room.

Tyrion followed.

The two of them reached the promenade, and by this time the sun had climbed high in the sky, and was radiating a golden glow, enveloping the entire city of King's Landing.

"Caesar has sent a messenger." Varys stood still under a chandelier and whispered.

"Oh? What conditions? ”

"Surrender in three days, and Caesar will not hold anyone accountable."

"What about the existing titles and titles?"

"He didn't give any guarantee for that."

Tyrion shrugged his shoulders and said, "I guess many people won't be satisfied with such conditions." ”

Varys shook his head and said:

"If you're not satisfied, then fight. Caesar now has the upper hand, how could he be willing to give in easily. ”

"Of course I understand that. But I'm afraid that some people can't see the situation clearly and are unwilling to admit defeat. ”

Varys smiled and said, "This is your chance." ”

"Me?" Tyrion was stunned for a moment, "Show what?" ”

"How did your father show loyalty to the new king, Robert Baratheon, during the Revenator's War?"

"He led his army into King's Landing, offering loyalty to Robert with the bodies of the Mad King and his grandchildren." Tyrion rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "You mean, I should have a gift for the Storm King, too?" ”

"That's right." Varys said meaningfully, "You must prepare more gifts before you can face His Majesty Caesar in the future." ”

Tyrion knew that Varys was not just a suggestion, but also a warning.

Although it is now believed that Loras Tyrell assassinated Duke Tywin, Varys knows the truth, and Caesar must know the truth.

With the deadly skill of killing his father, Tyrion knew that his fate was in the hands of the Storm King.

This isn't necessarily a bad thing.

If they get along in different places, Tyrion will also be more willing to let someone with the handle in his hands take control of the West.

Therefore, as long as he is obedient, it is easier to gain Caesar's trust.

His father, Tywin, refused to give him this son until his death, and refused to hand over Castle Rock to him, but Tyrion wanted to become the Duke of Castle Rock, guardian of the West, and even ...... Hand of the King!

Ambition spread like wildfire in his chest, and Tyrion finally made up his mind at this moment.

"If we want the northern nobles to recognize the reality, we must be ruthless!"

Hearing this, Varys smiled with relief: "How can you be ruthless?" ”

"Pick the one who dances the hardest! Others naturally know what to do. ”

"Who do you choose?"

Tyrion pondered for a moment and said:

"Ruce Bolton of the Horror Castle!"

"Why him?"

"The nominal leaders of the three northern realms are the Frey family of the Riverlands, the Weywood family of the Vale, and the Bolton family of the North. These three are the new forces that my father selected to replace the original three families of Fish, Wolf and Eagle.

So they must least want Caesar to enter King's Landing.

Among them, the Frey family is the grass on the wall, and Wald Frey is not in the city, and Sir Stevren alone cannot support the scene, so there is nothing to fear;

As for Countess Anya Weywood of the Valley, she is only the guardian of the Valley after all, although she holds the heir of the Valley in her hand, but now the Duke of the Valley is not dead, and she does not have enough prestige among the nobles of the Valley;

So Ruce Bolton is the most suitable, and this person is also the strongest and most dangerous one.

However, if you want to kill him, you need to find a good reason......"

Hearing this, Varys said:

"I have a good reason."

"What?"

"You're not engaged to Miss Sansa Stark. Ruth Bolton has caused a lot of murder in Winterfell, and has forced Duke Eddard Stark to become a night watchman, and you can kill him in the name of avenging your fiancée. ”

"The reason...... It's okay. Tyrion shrugged indifferently, he knew that since he had chosen to be Caesar's knife, he should not be afraid to get his hands dirty.

Even if he had a bad reputation, and even had a mortal enmity with the Horror Castle, he would have to kill Luce Burton.

Varys looked at Tyrion's appearance and suddenly smiled mysteriously:

"If you're determined to kill Luce Burton, maybe two people can help you."

"Who?"

"Miss Sansa and Miss Arya of the Starks."

"Who?" Tyrion's eyes widened, "If you're talking about the 'Sansa' that my father had for me......"

"Nope. It's the real Sansa Stark. Varys said, "The Miss Stark who will allow you to win back the hearts and minds of the nobles of the North." ”

(End of chapter)