Chapter 349 Witnessed Facts

"Open your legs, for the dwarfs!"

"I paid seven coppers last night!"

"Haha, I'll pay seven coppers tonight too!"

"The dwarfs will kiss your shoes gratefully, haha!"

"I'll pay all the 'dwarfs' coppers tonight!!"

While passing through the secret passage, Green vaguely heard a noisy sound coming from the hall.

Shataya led the way silently in front, and her graceful body curves swayed gently under the thin white silk clothes as she walked.

At the same time, every step she took was mixed with slight tremors, and she was trying her best to hide her inner fear.

After walking for a while, they appeared in the small house where they met for the first time tonight.

"Lord Green."

Seeing the lord's figure appear, Jeffrey, who was guarding around, hurried over.

Green nodded his chin lightly, then turned his head to look at Shataya who was standing respectfully beside him. She couldn't help but tremble slightly when she noticed his gaze moving.

Raising one hand, Green grabbed Shataya's shoulder, and moved his fingers. The touch was smooth and soft, and her body trembled again involuntarily.

Retracting his hand, Green's gentle voice sounded: "I will protect you, including the children you want to protect, Shataya."

Hearing this, Shataya immediately bowed deeply: "I will always be yours, Lord Green."

"Very good."

Green said again: "The rest is up to you, Leighton."

After that, he left the hidden hut surrounded by several tribesmen.

Late at night, the Crab mansion in Gouxiang was immersed in silence.

In front of the warm fireplace, Bronn's body slowly leaned forward. Just when he was about to slide off the chair, he suddenly woke up, and then his breathing was rapid and heavy, with fear and confusion intertwined in his eyes.

"You're awake, sir."

Hearing the voice, Bronn's pupils shrank suddenly, and he discovered Duke Green sitting at the other end of the fireplace.

He couldn't help but touch his swollen cheek, and... the rude woman standing behind Green, who looked more manly than him.

Sir Bronn soon showed a flattering smile on his face: "My Lord Duke, you are back so soon... No, I mean... Have you come back?"

Green shook his head slightly: "The Prince of Dorne and I are strangers. We should avoid unnecessary meetings during the peace talks, not to mention that there is a women's branch."

Sir Bronn nodded, and he said flatteringly: "Yes, he has to go to the women's branch as soon as he arrives in King's Landing. In fact... Lord Tyrion is also embarrassed."

He seemed very angry: "The Dornish people know less etiquette than a mercenary like me."

Green just smiled and changed the subject directly: "Sir, I heard that Miss Lollys Stokeworth (the second daughter of Countess Stokeworth) is pregnant with your child?"

While Bronn was stunned, Green motioned to Brienne to get the wine.

After a while, Sir Bronn tentatively said: "Actually... this was the order of the former Prime Minister (Chapter 208). I was just a small mercenary at the time, Duke."

At this time, Brienne put down the wine glass on the small round table next to Bronn. He touched his red and swollen cheeks again and grinned: "Miss Knight, next time you can directly order me to faint, I will be happy to obey."

Brienne just looked at Bronn with a wretched face expressionlessly, and then returned to Green's back.

Green shook the wine glass in his hand and said, "Do you love her? Or will you love the child she gives birth to?"

"Of course."

Sir Bronn's eyes turned slightly, and he said, "But Loris's mother... Countess Tanda is not very satisfied with my mercenary background, and Countess Tanda and I have a big conflict over the name of the child."

Green raised his glass and said, "Please continue."

Sir Bronn took a sip of the wine and said, "According to Countess Tanda... Loris is pregnant with a boy, and she wants to name him Tywin, Tywin Stokeworth."

Green raised his eyebrows slightly, and Sir Bronn continued, "And I want my son to be called..."

After a pause, he grinned : "Tyrion, Tyrion Stokeworth."

After listening, Green smiled and said, "Sir, I think Tyrion will be very pleased."

Sir Bronn chuckled and said, "Lord Tyrion is a generous employer."

Green stared at Bronn until the smile of the man opposite him became unnatural, and then he slowly said, "Sir Bronn, as a former mercenary, you should know that everything has a price."

He leaned back in his chair: "Do you want to be a lord, Blackwater Knight?"

After the voice fell, Sir Bronn was stunned. He put down the wine glass and knelt in front of Green: "My Lord Duke, thank you for your kindness. It is my great honor to serve you."

The next day, early morning.

The woman's sudden loud exclamation woke Tyrion up. He first looked around in confusion, then looked at the dagger in his hand with a heavy head. He had not yet recovered at this moment.

"You, you actually killed my Oberyn!"

Tyrion still looked at the source of the woman's roar in confusion, and the figure in his sight gradually became clear. Isn't this Prince Oberyn's charming mistress?

And... what murder... The woman's scream accelerated Tyrion's awakening speed. Before he could react, the door was almost smashed open with a bang.

The Lannister guards and Martell guards guarding the door of the room rushed in one after another. Tyrion, who had not yet completely recovered, stared at these reckless guys in a daze.

After a strange silence, a red robe murmured: "Lord Tyrion, you... you..."

Tyrion followed the man's line of sight and lowered his eyes. This is... the "Viper" sword? He slept with it?

Then, he suddenly remembered that the blade of this dagger was coated with poison, and he was so scared that he immediately threw away the "Viper" in his hand.

Tyrion heard the mistress screaming in pain: "Kill him! Kill him quickly!"

In the chaos, Tyrion woke up completely. He found Prince Oberyn lying in a dark red dried blood... dead? !

The Lannister red robes present stopped the angry Dornishmen, and Tyrion was taken back to the Red Castle by the later red and gold robes.

The news spread quickly, and the Dornish servants who accompanied Prince Oberyn to King's Landing gathered in the Red Castle. In their burning anger, Duke Tywin imprisoned his dwarf son in the dungeon of the Red Castle and promised to give a fair trial according to the laws of the kingdom.

But... outside the gate of the Red Castle, the angry Dornishmen gathered more and more, and the gold robes guarding the gate were nervously guarding against this "volcano" that was about to erupt.

The Prime Minister's Tower.

The snow-white cloak fluttered with Sir Jaime's almost trotting steps. He paused briefly in front of the door of the study and pushed the door open directly.

"Jaime." Duke Tywin stood with his hands behind his back in front of the wall where the map of the Seven Kingdoms was hung. He glanced at Sir Jaime and called him in a calm tone.

Duke Tywin's voice invisibly soothed Jaime's anxious heart at the moment. He approached, patted his chest, and said, "Father."

Glancing at his eldest son again, Duke Tywin continued to stare at the map on the wall and said, "Kevan is comforting the Dornishmen in King's Landing. I have given the task of investigation to Sir Adam (Commander-in-Chief of the Cash Robes) and Maester Pycelle."

Investigation? !

Sir Jaime's voice was a little anxious: "Father, everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows that Oberyn Martell is an excellent warrior. He is also a Red Viper who is good at using poison. Tyrion can't even hold the sword steadily. How could he kill such a powerful person? He must be innocent."

"Guess can't be taken as fact..."

Duke Tywin turned to his eldest son and continued: "The guards told me that they saw together in that room: the dead Prince Oberyn, Tyrion holding a bloody weapon, and a screaming black-haired woman. Jaime, this is the fact witnessed by many people."

Sir Jaime thought he had found an important doubt, and he immediately asked his father: "Black-haired woman?"

Duke Tywin pursed his lips and paused. He replied: "She is the mistress that Prince Oberyn brought from Dorne."

Sir Jaime opened his mouth and murmured in surprise: "Mistress..."

Seeing the uneasiness on Jaime's face, Duke Tywin frowned and said: "Sir Adam and Maester Pycelle will soon bring back the specific results of the investigation. I will send someone Tell you, go back and wait. "

"If..."

After hesitating for several times, Sir Jaime still said: "Father, if Adam and the others can't find the real murderer, how will you deal with Tyrion?"

Duke Tywin said calmly: "Under the witness of the gods, Tyrion will get a fair trial."

After a moment of silence, Sir Jaime clenched his fist and said: "Father, do you really believe that Tyrion killed Prince Oberyn? Moreover, he has no reason to do such a thing, he must be innocent!"

Duke Tywin's voice was slightly cold: "He will get a fair trial."

Sir Jaime noticed Duke Tywin's anger, but thinking of his brother, he chose to continue persuading: "Father, Tyrion is your son, we should..."

Duke Tywin suddenly interrupted loudly: "I don't have a son!"

His chest rose and fell slowly, he turned around and said coldly: "Please go and fulfill your own duties, White Knight."

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The Table Hall of Dragonstone Castle.

When the news of the death of the King of the Iron Islands reached Dragonstone, Stannis Baratheon, who had obviously aged, looked up from the map table and said, "Is the news reliable?"

Davos Seaworth looked at the excited people and said, "King Stannis, I can confirm it. This morning, Salladhor Saan (a pirate and mercenary captain from Lys, a friend of Davos, Chapter 203) also brought the same news. Balon Greyjoy did fall off the bridge and died in a rainstorm."

While speaking, he glanced at Melisandre wrapped in red gauze. He seemed to smell the smell of burning blood again and hear the sound of leeches hissing in the hot brazier (Chapter 268).

As soon as the Onion Knight finished speaking, Sir Axell Florent (Stannis's wife's uncle, acting Lord of Dragonstone, Chapter 266) said excitedly: "The Lord of Light has taken action. This is the wrath of the true God!"

Queen Selyse Florent sang devoutly: "Praise the great Lord of Light!"

Stannis looked down at his hands and said: "Does the Lord of Light have age spots on his hands? Does he tremble?"

His teeth creaked, and he looked at Melisandre and said: "It sounds like this is an accident, not the power of the Lord of Light."

"Thunder, rain, wind, bridges, everything on earth..."

Melisandre's footsteps were light, and the big ruby ​​on her neck flashed red. She continued as she walked: "It's all The tool chosen by the Lord of Light, no one can stop the will of the true God. "

Queen Selyse echoed loudly: "No one can stop the will of the true God!"

Stannis' teeth chattered again, glanced at Queen Selyse, and said coldly: "Be quiet, woman, you are not praying in front of the night fire now."

He stared at the location of the Iron Islands on the map table, and then said: "Greyjoy has many branches, and they will be defeated one by one by Lannister sooner or later..."

He moved his eyes to another place: "Davos, I want you to send the fastest ship to carry my messenger to the Iron Islands to announce my pardon."

Hearing this, Davos looked at Stannis who was gritting his teeth. His "God"... was hating his words at this moment.

Stannis continued, "If they are willing to confess their treason and swear allegiance to the true king, I will... forgive them completely. If those little squids don't want to be swallowed by lions, they can only choose..."

"They won't."

Melisandre approached, her tone soft: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty Stannis, this is not the end of the matter, the Iron Islands will soon have two crowns."

Stannis's voice was like winter: "Two crowns? Two usurpers in the Iron Islands?"

Melisandre nodded gently: "Yes, I am in the Holy Land. "Foreseen in the fire."

"There are no lies in the sacred fire."

Queen Selyse came to Stannis's side and continued earnestly: "The Lord of Light sent Melisandre to guide you to the pinnacle of glory. Please listen to her advice, I beg you."

Stannis's teeth creaked, and after a pause, he said coldly: "In my opinion, the so-called prophecy and will are lies plus lies! Even if there is truth in the flames, it is full of traps. "

Melisandre stretched out a hand and placed it on Stannis's arm, as if to soothe his anger.

Her hoarse and low voice sounded: "Ants cannot understand human language, and all humans are ants in front of the true God, the Lord of Light. Sometimes I take warnings as prophecies, or prophecies as warnings, but the fault lies with me who interprets, not the gods. But..."

There seemed to be fire burning in her eyes: "One thing I am sure of, your messenger and pardon are of little use. Your Majesty, you must let the Seven Kingdoms see the fire, a fire that proves the strength of a true king."

"Show my strength?"

Stannis snorted coldly: "Do you mean the hundreds of soldiers I left at Storm's End, or the less than two thousand remnants of Dragonstone? Or the royal fleet with Salladhor Saan's pirates as the main force?"

Queen Selyse said: "Your Majesty, your army is larger than Aegon's three hundred years ago. Compared with him, you only lack dragons."