A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 9

"Come on!"

When she came back to her senses, Cersei gritted her teeth and shouted.

"Go and tell everyone, whether it's money, beauty, title or power, I will give them whatever they want, as long as someone can catch the demon who killed my son!"

"Yes!"

Looking at the Kingsguard walking out, Varys sighed inwardly.

"Varys!"

Varys responded respectfully: "My queen."

"I know you've seen that face before, go and draw him and paste it on every street and alley in King's Landing City, I'll make him invisible!"

"Yes……"

Varys nodded, turned and followed the golden robe away.

With his head lowered, Varys couldn't help but feel lost when he recalled those eyes that were not like mortal things.

Could it be, are there really gods in this world?

But why don't the gods respond to his suffering followers?
Yes……

If the gods are like those eyes, what is the difference between ordinary things in the world and flowers and trees, rocks and rivers to them?

Immersed in unspeakable complex emotions, Varys slowly exited the hall.

Only Cersei and the cold corpse in her arms remained before the Iron Throne.

Cersei lowered her head, stroked tenderly, and murmured.

"My son, I will definitely avenge you..."

"Lannister, you must pay your debts!"

……

……

"My son is in their hands?"

At the end of the long hotel hall, Tywin Lannister, wearing a big red cloak, stood with his hands behind his back, asking in a hoarse voice.

"Yes... my lord."

The messenger's voice was even hoarse than Tywin's. His clothes were torn, and the dried blood covered the family emblem on his chest.

One of your two sons...

Tyrion sipped his wine.

The princes and generals were also in an uproar.

Tywin pressed his palm, the princes and generals in the long hall fell silent, and the messenger began to report the battle situation.

"how can that be?"

cried Ser Harris Swyfer, after hearing the messenger's report.

"How is it possible? After the battle in the Whispering Forest, Riverrun is still surrounded by large armies! What is Sir James thinking? How could he divide the troops into three places? He should know the risks involved, right?"

He knows better than you, a coward who relied on his daughter and Lannister to climb up relatives!

Tyrion sneered in his heart, but he wisely chose to remain silent, not arguing with Ser Swyfer at the critical moment of this army.

"I would have done the same."

Kevan Lannister spoke calmly.

"Sir Harris, you have never seen Riverrun, or you would have known that Jaime had no choice. Riverrun sits at the tip of the delta where the River Turnstone joins the Red Fork, which forms the sides of the triangle, and once it meets Dangerous, the Tullys will open the upstream gates and create a moat on the third side, turning Riverrun into an island in the middle of the river."

His tone was so calm that it didn't sound like a rebuttal, something Tyrion didn't think he could do.

"Lord Kaifeng is right." The messenger nodded and said helplessly, "If we want to cut off the support from all parties in Riverrun, we must place one on the north bank of the Tengshi River, the south bank of the Hongyou River, and the west bank of the moat. The army. But without any warning and the river divided the camp, they suddenly attacked the camp on the north bank..."

"Where's your scout?"

Ser Gregor Clegane's deep voice sounded.

"Our scouting troops have been disappearing recently. We thought it was Marco Piper's fault, but the people who came back found nothing."

"Is it?" said Ser Gregor indifferently. "That means they don't need eyes."

The messenger shuddered.

Fortunately, Sir Gregor turned his head and looked at Tywin at the top of the long table.

"Gouging out their eyes and handing them over to the replacement scout, tell him that he hopes four eyes can see better than two... If he still can't, then the next person will have six eyes."

The muscles on the faces of the princes and generals in the hall twitched, and they did not speak tacitly.

Tywin turned around and glanced at Ser Gregor, his majestic old face couldn't tell whether it was approval or disgust.

"Looks like that Stark kid isn't as young as we thought."

Tyrion still took up his responsibilities as a son in time, which eased the atmosphere in the hall.

"That kid, he was accompanied by a monster-like wolf... I didn't fight them. I heard that the monster killed four living people and killed more than a dozen horses." The messenger said.

"So... about Renly and Stannis..." a grizzled lord asked.

"It's true." Tywin nodded expressionlessly, "Two weeks ago, Renly Baratheon married Margaery Tyrell in High Court and became king. The bride's father He and his brother have knelt down and sworn allegiance to him."

"Oh gods!"

Ser Harris Swyfer wailed.

"The army is broken, Jaime is captured, Renly and Stannis are targeting us again, it's a disaster... Maybe we should make peace with them..."

"Reconciliation?"

Tyrion sneered, drained the wine in his glass, and threw it on the ground.

"This is the peace you want, Ser Harris. All peace has been shattered since my wise nephew decided to adorn the Red Keep with Lord Eddard's head."

"Speaking of which, Lord Tywin, His Majesty Joffrey's injury..." Ser Harris Swyfer turned his head.

"go out!"

Tywin said suddenly.

"Everyone get out!"

Everyone fell silent, stood up silently, and saluted Tai Wen.

No one wants to piss off a man who just lost a grandson and is now about to lose a son, and neither does Tyrion.

"No, Tyrion, you stay, Kevan, so do you. Everyone else backs down."

Tyrion was a little surprised, but he obeyed his father's order.

After everyone left, Tywin motioned for the two to sit down.

"you're right."

Tywin sat next to Tyrion.

"If Eddard Stark had lived, we could use him to make peace with Winterfell and Riverrun, and buy time to deal with Robert's brothers. But..."

"But thanks to my good nephew, we have no way out now." Tyrion sneered, "Perhaps the rumors about King's Landing have some truth, even the gods can't see his stupidity anymore."

"The rumors about King's Landing are true." Tywin said suddenly, "We will have a new king soon."

"The new king?" Kevan was shocked. "Joffrey is really dead? The gods—"

"That's a wizard from the Eastern Free City." Tywin glanced at him, "Wise and calm, Kevan."

"...Yes." Kefeng nodded.

"Words have come from my daughter that the wizard was an assassin found by the wandering little Targaryen girl, and killed my grandson with magic before or after he foolishly stepped onto the stage--this news is not yet in place. Diffusion in the military."

"Raising a tiger is a disaster." Tyrion gloated in his eyes.

"But he is still your nephew." Tywin glanced at him and reminded.

"It seems that a wise and wise brain is more important than a tall and handsome body after all." Ke Feng pointed out.

"That's right..."

Tywin looked at Tyrion, his previously cold eyes seemed to be a little more gentle now.

"I thought you were just a stunted idiot, and it looks like I was wrong."

"...was half wrong." Tyrion was a little uncomfortable, so he changed the subject, "That wizard came for revenge, maybe we can take advantage of it, Baratheon should be more hated than us."

"What you said makes sense, but I don't think that so-called wizard can walk out of King's Landing alive..."

Tywin sipped the wine,

"There is one more important thing now. Your sister orders us to go to King's Landing at once and help defend the Red Keep against 'King Renly' and the Knight of Flowers."

"Note, she's 'ordering' us in the name of the King and the Council."

"…" Tyrion frowned.

"I want you to go to King's Landing."

Tywin said bluntly.

"……doing what?"

"Be Hand of the King instead of me, Hand of the King. Discipline our new king and your stupid sister for me, so that they don't repeat the same mistakes. Of course, if you find that Baelish, Varys, and Pycelle have any A treacherous move—”

"Beheaded, speared, hung on the wall." Tyrion sighed, "Why me?"

"Because you are my son."

(End of this chapter)