Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Little Devil" Tyrion Lannister drunk all the way across the Narrow Sea.

As soon as he disembarked in Pentos, he threw up all over the floor.

"I don't want to be in a boat again as long as I live," said Tyrion weakly.

Princess Myrcella Baratheon wrinkled her tender nose and said:

"But uncle, we've got another boat to King's Landing."

Tyrion collapsed on the ground without a picture, and cried:

"Then go back to King's Landing by yourself, and I will spend the rest of my life in the Free Trade City."

Princess Myrcella was used to her uncle's temper and knew he was joking:

"That's good, then I will tell my mother and grandfather that you were spotted by a circus in Pentos and forced to stay to join the dwarf performance."

Tyrion rolled his eyes:

"You might as well tell them that I died of exhaustion on the belly of a technical girl."

Princess Myrcella giggled.

At this moment, a well-dressed old man stepped forward and asked:

"Is this Lord Tyrion Lannister from Westeros?"

Tyrion supported his body with his hands, looked at the person coming, and said doubtfully:

"Yes, it's me. Who are you?"

The old man smiled slightly and said:

"I am the steward of Governor Illyrio. I heard that you have arrived in Pentos, and I specially invite you to visit the Governor's Mansion."

Tyrion narrowed his eyes and asked alertly:

"How did Illyrio know I was coming to Pentos?"

"The Aroma you are on is the Governor's merchant ship."

"Oh! What a coincidence!" Tyrion chuckled, but murmured in his heart, guessing who had leaked his whereabouts.

"Yes, the governor has prepared a sumptuous dinner for you, I wonder if you would like to honor it."

"Okay." Tyrion said with a smile, "I always like to make friends. Since your governor is so enthusiastic, how can I refuse."

The butler waved his hand, and a luxurious carriage drove over slowly.

Tyrion took his niece into the carriage, left the pier, walked all the way through the bustling street, and when they stopped again, they had already arrived at the gate of a luxurious mansion.

The butler took them to a banquet hall where there was a long table with three people sitting beside it.

On the main seat is an oversized fat man with a yellow mustache, wearing a robe that can be used as a tent, showing a fat white belly, looks like a manatee.

"Welcome to Pentos!" Manatee smiled. "The wise Lord Tyrion and the beautiful Princess Myrcella."

"You are Governor Illyrio?"

"It's me. Please sit down." Illyrio pointed to two empty seats, "I have long admired your father, Duke Tywin."

"What an accident." Tyrion took his niece to the table and sat down, "You know my father always despised the Free Cities and thought you were the most foolish people who fought with gold instead of swords. "

Illyrio laughed loudly: "In terms of gold, your Lannister family has more."

"That's right. But we still fight with Iron Knights, not with money. According to my father's theory, the more you give to the enemy, the more they will ask for." Tyrion pinched his nose, looking To the other two people at the table, he asked, "Who are these two?"

"This is His Excellency Griffin of the Golden Company, and his son, Young Griffin." Illyrio introduced.

The Griffin he was talking about was a middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s, with a firm face, a clean shaven beard, and blue hair, but it seemed to be dyed because the roots were red.

As for his son, Griffin Jr., who looks fifteen or sixteen years old, is slender, with purple eyes and blue hair.

"The Golden Company?" Tyrion knew that the Golden Company was known as the most powerful mercenary group in Essos.

However, its founders are Westeros.

A century ago, the illegitimate son of King Aegon IV, "Cold Iron" Aegor Rivers, participated in the Blackfyre Rebellion and fled to the continent of Essos after his defeat. Together with the remnants of the Blackfyre and hundreds of Lord Knights who lost their fiefs because of their support of the Blackfyre, they formed the Golden Company.

Since then, the Golden Company has fought for money in Essos, but has always dreamed of returning to Westeros one day to reclaim the homeland and glory of their ancestors.

Tyrion was thinking about Governor Illyrio's purpose of arranging him to meet with the members of the Golden Company, and he heard Griffin on the opposite side say:

"Lord Tyrion, I heard you just returned from Dorne?"

"Yes."

"What about the Martell family?"

"It's terrible." Tyrion sighed. "They were fighting the Yronwood family, but Caesar sent troops to cut off the water and land transportation channels. It is estimated that they will soon fall into a crisis of food shortage."

Griffin nodded and asked again:

"Apart from the fleet blocking the port, did the Stormlands send troops into Dorne?"

"Not yet." Tyrion rolled his eyes and asked, "I heard that Prince Doran has many friends in the Free Trade City. Are you one of them?"

"Yes." Griffin nodded and admitted, "Prince Doran once said that he would help the Golden Company go home."

Tyrion immediately understood the purpose of the banquet, smiled and whistled, saying:

"If the Golden Group wants to go home, the Lannister family can also help. And I know that you have been persecuted by the Targaryen family. Now the dragon family has been restored in Storm's End. That is our common enemy."

"Yes." Griffin raised his glass and said, "For the common enemy."

"For the common enemy." Tyrion also raised his glass to touch each other.

A verbal alliance was made at once.

Governor Illyrio laughed heartily, patted his plump palms and said:

"Great! House Lannister and the Golden Company! I'm sure you'll be able to wipe those damned dragons from this world. They're just too dangerous and annoying."

Tyrion smiled and said:

"My lord governor, how did I hear that you once sponsored the brothers and sisters Daenerys Targaryen?"

"That's because they didn't have dragons at that time. They were just two poor little things who were hunted down. I took them in at the moment of softness." Governor Illyrio shook his head, "But now, the girl hatched a dragon, which But it wouldn't be fun."

It must be because she was snatched away by Caesar. Tyrion grumbled to himself.

I understand that the governor is angrily trying to fight against the Zhenlong family because his investment was in vain.

But it doesn't matter.

Importantly, the Golden Company is indeed a reliable ally.

At least until Caesar is defeated, it can be trusted.

But then, Tyrion glanced at the silent little Griff again, thoughtfully.

After reaching the covenant, the atmosphere of the banquet became more and more harmonious.

It is not over until the guests and hosts enjoy themselves.

Before heading to the guest room prepared by the governor, Tyrion suddenly turned around and asked:

"Sir Griffin, where are the Golden Company going to land?"

"I'm not a knight." Griffin corrected, and then said, "We plan to land at Griffin's Roost in the Stormlands, and flank Caesar with the Lannister army."

Then I'm not a dwarf yet. Tyrion complained secretly, and then said:

"Griffin's Roost, that's the heart of the Stormlands, aren't you afraid of being attacked by Caesar's army?"

Griffin glanced at the dwarf: "Do you have any better suggestions?"

"I suggest you go to Dorne." Tyrion said, "If you save the Martell family, we will get greater help. Moreover, there are mountains between Dorne and the Stormlands, so it will be very difficult for Caesar to send troops to rescue them." trouble."

"I will consider your suggestion." Griffin nodded.

Tyrion didn't say much, and left with his niece.

Back in the guest room, Princess Myrcella said:

"Uncle, will that Griffin be our friend?"

"Perhaps," said Tyrion, "at least they'll help us with Caesar, but then..."

"What happened after that?"

"Afterwards, whether it is an enemy or a friend is not certain."

"Why?"

Tyrion rubbed his niece's soft blond hair, and said in a deep tone:

"The Golden Group are all Westeros exiles, and that Griffin is no ordinary exile."

"Then who is he?"

"Who would want to land at Griffin's Roost?"

Princess Myrcella blinked and seemed to remember something:

"You said the former Hand of the King 'Master Griffon'?"

"Smart!" Tyrion laughed loudly, "That's right. It's the Prime Minister of the Mad King and Prince Rhaegar's best friend Jon Connington. The former Lord of Griffon's Roost. But I pay more attention to his 'son'."

"Little Griffin?"

"Yes, the kid has dyed his hair." Tyrion snorted. "Why did he dye his hair? Obviously his original hair color can't be seen."

"What was his original hair color?"

Tyrion chuckled. "I guess it's silver."

"Silver?" Princess Myrcella recalled the boy's appearance, "I remember his eyes were purple...silver-haired and purple! Those are the characteristics of the Targaryens!"

But the next moment, the girl fell into doubt again: "But, isn't the only one left in the Targaryen family, Princess Daenerys? Could it be that this little Griffin is also a Blackfyre like Caesar?"

"Perhaps." Tyrion mused, "The Golden Group was originally formed by the remnants of the Blackfyre, and now there is a former prime minister and a former royal family, hehe, the continent of Westeros is about to become lively .”