Green did not expect to meet an important "plot character" on his first day in King's Landing.
Green thought, there can't be so many coincidences in the world. At this time, the Lannisters are still a "loving" family. Is Tyrion trying to find out for Cersei in advance?
Tyrion Lannister's speech to the audience was met with loud cheers from everyone in the tavern.
Tyrion's squire threw a bag full of gold dragons into the tavern owner's arms.
In Green's sight, Tyrion straightened his back and responded with dignity to the loud thanks from everyone.
It is now September 297 of the Westeros calendar. The young girl Daenerys should be living with her brother in the house of Illyrio Mopatis, the governor of Pentos on the continent of Essos.
Tyrion, the future Hand of the Queen, is currently spending money like water in Westeros and enjoying himself to the fullest.
Life is wonderful enough.
Tyrion jumped and sat on the chair opposite Green's table. Tyrion's squire took two empty wine glasses and placed them in front of Green and Tyrion respectively, and then picked up the wine jug and filled it with wine.
Tyrion raised his glass and gestured towards Green. He took a sip, savoring the wine and saying with emotion, "Summer Red from Dorne, rich in fruity aroma and sweet in taste, is my favorite..."
Tyrion grinned and continued, "Every bite is like tasting the fragrance of a young girl's vagina. The aftertaste is endless."
Green smiled.
Green placed his palm on his chest and nodded. "Good night, Lord Tyrion Lannister."
Tyrion leaned back in his chair, his glass in hand. "Has my fame spread throughout the peninsula? I am deeply honored."
Green raised his glass and took a sip of the Summer Red. This time he didn't frown anymore because it tasted good.
"In my childhood memories, whenever I didn't want to sleep, my mother would always use your reputation to scare me. You were the shadow of my childhood. When I grew up, I realized that it was all a white lie from my mother. So, it's not surprising that I recognized you."
"Ahaha, that must be a tragic memory!"
Green smiled, as if sighing, "My hometown is too far away."
Tyrion grabbed the roast meat from the plate and chewed it. Suddenly, he said, "Aren't you worried about the Hand of the King?"
Green shook his head: "Big people don't pay attention to small people."
Tyrion raised his glass again. "When I was your age, I often dreamed of having dragons of my own. Are you worried about inheriting the family business?"
"My legs are too short, and my head is too big. But this head serves me well. It tells me what I can and cannot do. It is my weapon. Jaime has his sword, King Robert has his hammer, and I have my head... What about you, little baron?"
Tyrion's final words were tinged with contempt.
Unexpectedly, Green felt a kind reminder from Tyrion's words.
Tyrion lowered his head to drink, and raised his eyes to glance at Green, who remained indifferent.
Tyrion put down his glass and stared at Grimm with interest.
A faint smile appeared on Green's lips. "A heart that yearns for peace? I don't think anyone would be willing to stop a heart that yearns for peace."
Tyrion was surprised by Green's answer. After a pause, he laughed and said, "Yes, everyone likes it. Peace!"
After laughing, Tyrion's tone turned serious. "If I were you, I would make a similar choice. But, young man, I must remind you that our Queen is sometimes willful, but not in the way that people generally think. My advice to you is to bring Jaime with you at times like this. Only Jaime can persuade our Queen."
"I will remember this, Lord Tyrion."
Tyrion practically lay on the table, staring at Green. His tone became more serious. "So, Lord Green, tell me, are you still a virgin?"
Sure enough, Green felt that Tyrion was going to show off again just now.
Facing the smiling Tyrion, Green had a complicated expression and shook his head firmly in denial.
Tyrion laughed even louder.
Green propped up his chin. How about going to the brothel to listen to some music tonight? The key is to listen to the music.
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The next morning, Gougang, temporary house.
Green woke up and rubbed his head.
Being drunk is like loving the wrong person. When the alcohol wears off, you sober up, and then Green feels sad, sad for Jinlong.
Tyrion's mind was filled with too many secrets of Westeros, and his eloquence was quite good. Green listened and drank, and unknowingly got drunk.
Not yet satisfied, the two of them went out to listen to music together, and Green threw money everywhere generously.
Green regretted it and told himself that this was the only time.
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The sun is rising over Horn Hill in the Reach.
Samwell Tarly dragged his overly large body and held his breath as he went to find his father, Randyll Tarly.
Samwell Tarly was a very fat man with dark hair and a pair of gray eyes in a huge round face.
Bald Randall Tarly sat majestically at the dining table, having breakfast with his family. The table was very quiet, with only the sound of knives and forks and whispers.
Samwell Tarly's arrival seemed to disrupt the family's warm meal. Randyll Tarly just glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes, ignoring Samwell's cautious look at him.
The only person at the table was Randyll Tarly's youngest son and Samwell Tarly's younger brother. Dickon Tarly greeted Samwell quietly.
"Father...Father, please forgive me for being so presumptuous. I..."
Samwell couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the sweat off his face.
Bang!
Randall Tarly put down his knife and fork, and the others stopped eating silently.
"Idiot, if you knew you were disturbing me, why did you come here at this time? Look at you, you're just covered in useless fat!"
Samwell shrank back in fear.
"Weak, fat, you only know how to put your face in a book and spend all day reading about the achievements of people who are better than you."
"You will soon become an adult, but you are not worthy of inheriting my territory and title."
Randall Tully's wife, Melissa Florent, couldn't stand it anymore, but she didn't want to argue with her husband in front of the children, so she left the table angrily and expressed her dissatisfaction to her husband.
His wife's departure did work, and Randyll Tarly stopped humiliating Samwell.
Samwell looked at his mother's departing back with a guilty look on his face.
Samwell was born into this family with Randyll Tarly's hopes and expectations, and he was given too many expectations from the moment he was born.
As the eldest son, Samwell was given too much hope by his father Randall.
When Sam was very young, Randall Tarly loved his son very much. But as Sam grew up, Randall Tarly found that his son was not what he expected.
Although Randyll Tarly has devoted all his efforts to training Samwell, he seems helpless in front of Samwell.
When this hope was shattered bit by bit, the upright and rigid Randall Tarly became completely disappointed in his son and even hated him to the core.
"Father...Father, I have studied the operations of the Kleber family."