After nightfall, the streets of King's Landing were deserted.

Since the news of the collapse of the Great Wall, panic and riots have begun to spread throughout the city.

After discussion, the Imperial Council issued an order for a curfew, and whoever remained on the street after the twilight bell rang was a capital offense.

This move eased the chaos in King's Landing to some extent, but it also cast a lingering haze over the hearts of the people in the city.

If the rumors about the collapse of the Great Wall were still true and false, then the tough measures of the Imperial Council are equivalent to the official self-confession.

Fortunately, King's Landing had experienced a draugr siege before, and under the leadership of King Caesar, the monsters that had come back from the dead had been successfully reburied, so the people in the city were worried about the upcoming strangers, but they were not too afraid.

The expected escape did not happen, but the residents of the surrounding villages continued to flock to King's Landing, perhaps feeling more secure in the dragon-protected city.

Walking through the silent streets, Tyrion Lannister returned to his quarters.

"Your Excellency, you're back." Shae smiled at the sight of him, the kind of smile that could make people forget the tiredness of the whole day.

Tyrion nodded reluctantly, but his mood wasn't much better.

Shae thoughtfully stepped forward, helped him change his coat, and asked:

"My lord, is there any news of Your Majesty?"

Tyrion nodded and said:

"Your Majesty is on his way back. We have also received orders to establish a new line of defense in the neck. ”

"Neck?" Shae opened her mouth in some surprise, "Doesn't that mean that the entire northern realm has been abandoned?" ”

"Your Majesty has ordered all the people of the North to move south." Tyrion explained.

But his face was still solemn.

Such a huge migration plan is destined to bring extremely terrible repercussions, as well as casualties.

But the king did not hesitate to give such an order.

It can be seen that the situation is far worse than imagined.

However, Tyrion was thinking more about the Northerners who had to brave the wind and snow to travel south, but about his brother Jaime.

There's even that older sister Cersei, who has always been her enemy.

One of them worked as a guard at the Great Wall and the other as a ...... in the Mole Village Technologist.

Now that the demons are invading, they must be the first to bear the brunt.

It is also not known if they are still alive......

"Your Majesty, can't you keep the strange ghosts out of the Great Wall?" Shae lit an incense candle and knelt down to help him take off his shoes.

"Your Majesty is not a god." Tyrion felt his lover's soft palms massage the soles of his feet and closed his eyes comfortably.

"In the hearts of King's Landing, His Majesty is no different from an all-powerful god."

Tyrion shook his head and smiled, not commenting on the childish remarks.

At the heart of the power of the Seven Kingdoms, Tyrion has a better grasp of the current situation, although he is squeezed out.

He knew very well that although Caesar now had unparalleled prestige and a strong deterrent and control over the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, it was all built on his reputation for invincible terror.

This invasion was a great challenge for Caesar.

If he could continue to lead people to victory, Caesar's name would surpass that of all kings in Westeros' history.

But if he fails, then he will usher in an extremely terrifying backlash.

Although the Imperial Council agreed to the decision to move the north to the south, the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, including the nobles of the northern realm who remained in King's Landing, did not dare to oppose it.

But that doesn't mean everyone agrees with Caesar's decision.

The people of the Seven Kingdoms had great expectations for this king, and the blessings of the Seven Gods shrouded him in divine brilliance, and of course, Caesar's legendary past, all of which combined to shape the most dominant king in the history of the Seven Kingdoms.

But now, when the king ordered to abandon the northern frontier and retreat to the neck, his aura of invincibility had faded in the hearts of the people.

If the Neck Line also collapses, then ......

For a moment, Tyrion was a little nervous, but soon, this stupid mind was suppressed by a strong sense of guilt.

But at that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and the butler spoke:

"Sir, Sir Stevren Frey asks to see you."

Tyrion's eyes rolled, as if he realized something.

"Invite him in."

Shae helped him put his boots back on, and asked:

"Sir Stevren is the eldest son of the Marquis of Walder Frey, right?"

"Yes."

"What is he looking for you to do at this time?"

"What else can a weasel do." Tyrion snorted, jumped out of his chair, and was about to walk out.

Shae grabbed his arm and followed:

"I'll accompany you to meet guests."

Tyrion glanced at her, but didn't refuse.

He knew that Shae was careful, this woman was not willing to be only her lover, so she always tried her best to fit into the aristocratic social circle.

Tyrion didn't object.

Because he also felt a little guilty about Shae in his heart, now as the Duke of Kaiyan City, it was impossible for him to marry a woman of Shay's status.

So, I want to make some compensation in other ways.

The two met the guests in the living room.

Like the rest of the Frey family, Sir Stevren looks like a weasel.

After some politeness, Tyrion asked:

"Sir, what's the matter with you coming to me so late?"

Sir Stevren took the tea from Shae, thanked him, and then said:

"Lord Duke, if I'm not mistaken, you're not engaged, are you?"

Tyrion smiled and said:

"My father did get me engaged to Miss Sansa, who is the Stark family, but unfortunately, it seems to be an impostor, and the Stark family obviously doesn't intend to admit it. No way, who made me a dwarf. ”

Sir Stevran laughed:

"That's because they don't have vision. Your wisdom shines brightly, and a slight physical defect is nothing. ”

"If only people all over the world were as discerning as you are." Tyrion casually chimed in, "Sir Stevron, you didn't come here so late just to compliment me, did you?" ”

Sir Stevren shook his head with a smile and said:

"Of course not. Since you are not engaged, Lord Duke, I have a suitable person to recommend to you. ”

The smile on Tyrion's face grew brighter as he asked:

"Who?"

"My granddaughter, Vada Frey. He is sixteen years old and pretty. With that, Sir Stevren glanced at Shae, "No worse than your lover." The Freys are willing to marry the Lannisters if you wish. ”

"We've been in-laws for a long time." Tyrion smiled and said, "My aunt Gina married your brother, remember?" ”

"Of course I do." Sir Stevren said, "So you want to kiss and kiss." ”

Tyrion could feel Shae's eyes burning at him, but not to take care of his jealous lover, and he didn't want to marry a Frey.

"Sir Stevron, I appreciate your kindness. But now that the strange ghosts are going south, and the war is imminent, I'm afraid it's not a good time to get married. ”

"It doesn't matter. You can get engaged first. ”

Tyrion had no choice but to resort to the Great Law of Delay:

"I'll think about it."

"Okay." Sir Stepren was not reluctant either, and after a little more small talk, he got up to take his leave.

As soon as he walked on his front foot, Shae said sourly:

"The eldest granddaughter of Marquis Frey is also worthy of your status, and she is as beautiful as a flower, why refuse?"

Tyrion grinned:

"How beautiful the weasel's granddaughter can be, it's enough for me to have a weasel."

As he spoke, he went to hug his lover.

Shae dodged lightly and chirped:

"You'll coax me. But seriously, this marriage is really good. Although the Freys are inferior to the Lannisters. But now that the Lannisters are at a low point, it will be difficult for you to marry the equivalent duke's daughter. ”

Tyrion also restrained his smile and said:

"Do you know why I turned down a weasel?"

"Why?"

"Because they have bad intentions."

"Ill-intentioned?" Shae was confused, "How bad?" ”

Tyrion smiled and said:

"You also know that the Lannisters are at a low point, and I can still attend the Imperial Council, but that's because Caesar needs me to balance the power of the overly powerful southern princes.

In fact, I've long been an existence that everyone avoids. Frey took the initiative to send his granddaughter up at this time, what kind of kindness can he have?

Don't forget, this weasel also has a daughter married to Luce Burton.

Lately Countess Anya Weywood of the Valley has been visiting Frey's house with her adopted son, hehe, guess what's their idea. ”

Shae is already smart and icy, and has been following Tyrion since then, so naturally he is not a political idiot, and he immediately reacted when he heard this:

"Wald Frey wants to learn from the Duke of Horst Tully and replicate a 'fish, wolf, deer, and eagle' alliance through marriage?"

Tyrion whistled and teased:

"Although Wald Frey has many daughters and grandchildren, he is really inferior to Horst Tully in terms of heart. And today's Caesar is not the mad king of the past. He is really asking for his own death by doing this. ”

Shae nodded thoughtfully, but then asked in a low voice:

"Now that you've seen all of this, ...... Are you really not impressed? ”

Tyrion rolled his eyes and said angrily:

"I want to live a few more years."

Shae blinked:

"But now that the strange ghost is heading south, it may be an opportunity."

The sneer on Tyrion's face grew stronger:

"If Wald Frey had thought so, he might not have lived to see the stranger."

Shae wrinkled her nose and didn't persuade any more.

She stepped forward and took the man's hand and said with a smile:

"Okay, let you lose a bride, I'll make up for it."

Tyrion came to his senses, but no sooner had he buried his head in his lover's warm chest than there was another knock on the door.

"Who?" He said angrily, "Don't come here to introduce me to the marriage again." ”

The butler's voice sounded outside the door:

"Master, Your Majesty has just returned to King's Landing, and even if you want to convene a royal council."

Tyrion let out a breath of turbid air and said helplessly:

"Okay, get the carriage ready, and I'll come out."

Shae grinned and kissed him on the forehead and said:

"I'll wait for you to come back."

"Okay." Tyrion casually pinched the woman's ass and got up and went out the door.

All the way to the Red Keep, into the chamber, you can see that the place is already brightly lit, and all the cabinet ministers have arrived.

Tyrion greeted the group, and before he could sit down in his chair, the king entered the hall accompanied by Sir Barristan.

"No need to get up." Samwell raised his hand to stop everyone, stepped forward and sat down at the top of the list, and said straight, "It's urgent, let's make a long story short." The collapse of the Great Wall of Desperation and the movement of strange spirits south are unstoppable, and many of the reasons are too complicated and do not help the situation much, so I will not say more.

What we can do now is build a new line of defense. ”

Speaking of this, his gaze slowly swept over everyone's faces, and he continued:

"After consulting with Eddard Stark, the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch, I have decided to set up this line of defense in the neck, and the specific location of the line, the setting of the line, the deployment of troops, etc., will be decided according to the actual geographical conditions.

What are your opinions on this? ”

Tyrion understood the meaning of the king's words, that is, the establishment of a new line of defense in the neck was already a foregone conclusion, and the other party held a meeting to discuss it, just to seek advice on how to lay this line.

Although such a decision seems a bit overbearing, I have to say that at such an urgent moment, as the king of the Seven Kingdoms, he should have such responsibility and courage, so as not to be handed over to the nobles for discussion, and the forces of all parties will be a bit of a ruffle.

In vain and a waste of time.

Earl Landau was the first to speak, and said:

"King's Landing has gathered 200,000 troops at the moment, and if it is to be deployed on the front line of Neck, these forces should be barely enough. The only thing to worry about is whether the fortifications can be completed before the arrival of the hordes of strangers. ”

"It's not a big problem." "Ghouls are afraid of fire, and I have prepared a lot of good things that I can use against them. ”

Count Landau asked thoughtfully:

"The kind of thing you used to deal with Dorne in Hawksbill Island?"

"That's right, a few minor changes."

"How's it powering?"

"It can probably have seventy or eighty percent of the power of [wildfire], but it is better to manufacture it at a low cost."

"Good." Samwell nodded in satisfaction, "And the artillery is also all sent to the front." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Ghouls are afraid of fire, but strangers are not." Samwell added, "How's the Dragon Crystal weapon being prepared?" ”

"That's probably enough to arm an army of 70,000."

"That's the only way to do it." Samwell said, "What about the grain? ”

Hearing this, Tyrion immediately replied:

"Back to Your Majesty, if it is fortified in Neck, the logistical pressure will be much less. According to rough estimates, there is enough food to support the army for half a year. ”

Samwell nodded and said:

"That's enough for now. You send someone across the Narrow Sea to tell the people of the free city-states that the Wraiths are the responsibility of all humans, and that if Westeros falls, it will be Essos' turn next. Let them provide support in terms of food, weapons, personnel. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Okay, that's it, the army will start tomorrow." Samwell said, "I'll lead the army myself!" ”

(End of chapter)