Game of Thrones Starts with the Lord Blast System

The formal talks will start after the banquet. Without the guarantee of guest etiquette, Tyrion refuses to talk about any matters about coming to the North.

Lynn looked at Tyrion in surprise, "As a Lannister, you really believe in guest etiquette. Don't tell me that before the **** wedding, your lion family didn't know about it?"

Tyrion knew that the **** wedding that Lynn was referring to was the encounter between Robb Stark and a group of vassals in the North in the Twins City, and he thought it was an appropriate description.

He thought about it for a while, shrugged and said, "Anything aside, we Lannisters still have some self-esteem, don't they?"

Lynn sneered: "Self-respect? Does your mocking tone and overly condescending attitude make you seem to have self-respect? I think it's arrogance. Pride is arrogant, greedy, and obsessed with power."

Tyrion was stunned, and then grinned again, "This is like my brother Jaime Lannister's evaluation, but on the contrary, my brother is the most arrogant in my family, my father She is simply the embodiment of greed. As for my good sister, being obsessed with power is as important as breathing. I am the only one who is innocent and innocent. How about I bleat you twice? listen?"

Lynn can now be sure that this guy must have come mostly for Jaime Lannister.

The banquet at the fishing village port was quickly arranged and held smoothly.

Tyrion was sitting on the bench, leaning against his bodyguard Bronn, sipping a glass of wine, and a little black dog lay lazily at his feet.

The last time Tyrion came to the North, it was with King Robert in the halls of Winterfell enjoying the steaming fire, the fragrant roast meat and the freshly baked bread.

And now.

In the hall of Lord Lynn's mansion, a singer was playing the harp and singing a song. The fire was burning inside, but Tyrion, who was sitting outside the long hall, couldn't hear it clearly, and couldn't feel the warmth.

Behind Tyrion is a flag bearer. The roaring lion flag of the Lannister family in his hand cannot be fluttered in the cold. The cold breeze blows, and the corner of the flag is thrown on Tyrion's face on the bench. superior.

The little devil threw the flag back in annoyance, then tightened his cloak to resist the cold, shaking his legs and facing him, Polon said, "It's really going downhill, Lynn held a banquet, but he The guests were left outside the banquet hall."

Bronn smiled, the strong ale in his hand was very much to his taste, "Isn't this unpleasant retribution? The Stark family once grandly entertained you three brothers and sisters, but you teamed up to bring his family together. Broken."

Bronn is really a bold guard, unlike any guard.

The little devil glared at him, "Go to the banquet hall to pack more wine and meat. If you have a charcoal stove, you'd better bring one out for me."

Bronn protested in dissatisfaction, "You should be happy, if it wasn't for the Kingslayer who was still imprisoned in the North, on Judgment Day, you would be deprived of everything in King's Landing, and if I were you, I would not welcome you Go back, brother, and let Lynn kill him, so that you are the only heir left in the Lannister family."

After saying that, Bronn patted his **** and left.

The little devil's nest fire threw the barbecued meat on the plate to the ground, and the little black dog lying beside his feet finally got the chance and started to bite.

A dark shadow suddenly enveloped him, and he turned his head to find the tall Clegane approaching him mournfully like a steep cliff, his soot-colored black armor like a stain in the bright sun.

He had dropped the visor on his helmet, which was in the shape of a grinning, snarling, terrifying hound, but Tyrion thought it was beautiful compared to Clegane's burnt face. many.

"My lord, what did you think about it? You came all the way here. Are you planning to have Lynn guard and kidnap the two Lannister sons at the same time?"

The Hound Clegane's voice came from the helmet, and the original grin turned into a hollow rumbling.

"You defector is hiding here, even though you still call me your lord," Tyrion Lannister replied, "but don't think about going back, or you'll die ugly, and you don't have to replace I worry that my father would rather have no heir than see me inheriting House Lannister."

He looked around the square and asked again, "Do you know where my brother is being held?"

"Maybe, having lunch with the king in the dungeon."

"Aha." Tyrion said, "King? Is Lynn already the king? This upstart's ambition is like wildfire that never ends."

The Hound corrected: "James is kept in a prison where he can walk freely. The king is not Lynn, but a griffin who often goes to guard the prison."

Tyrion prides himself on being smart, but he still finds that his brain suddenly can't work out, "You call a beast a king?"

"It's more king than Joffrey, majestic and won't run away."

The little devil suddenly found himself easy to think from other people's perspectives, and quickly recognized it. Now he agrees with the Hound's comments on his dead former king's nephew.

"Okay, by comparison~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even a dog is better than that idiot as a king, but what's your business with me?"

"Oh, Lord Lynn's banquet has just ended, I just think you can go in."

Tyrion stood up suddenly, raised his chest and nodded to Sandor Clegane, then raised his deformed legs and walked away as fast as he could, scolding the guard Bronn for not coming out to inform him.

The little devil re-entered Lynn's lord's mansion.

A servant waited early in front of the gate and led him to the place to talk to Lynn.

Passing through the front hall to a large garden, I saw Lynn waiting in front of an open-air desk.

After the two of them sat down separately, Tyrion said to Lynn, "Knowing that the wind is cold in the north, you still choose to talk about things outside. I'd rather stay on the boat than here."

Lynn said strangely: "This is your fault. I don't have low stools in my house, so the benches here are of the right height. You don't want me to arrange for someone to carry you to the seat, right?"

Tyrion's face turned black.

"Well, we can go to the brothel to talk about things. I don't want to blow the northwest wind anymore, which makes me lose interest in talking about things. I still remember when you evacuated the Twins City, the big and small brothel in Twins City. I heard that they all migrated to your village port, take me to see them."

Lynn looked at the little devil like a fool and said, "Do you know whose territory is here, who is asking for it, and if you don't understand the principle of what you want to do, you will be in a hurry to get old with you. If Brother James gets together, I can send someone to **** you there in advance, he is very happy in the north, and I heard that he has gained weight recently."