Chapter 179: The Prince's Strategist

The Prince's face turned even redder, but he was not angry enough to draw his sword, nor did he bare his teeth and make threats. This actually made Tyrion a bit unaccustomed; he had already prepared to dodge.

"I know I am not handsome," he said dejectedly, turning his head away. This sentence seemed to have cost him half his life.

"Oh, just not handsome?" He rubbed his broken nose and laughed. "The Kingslayer who lost his hand is called not handsome, and you are only a little bit away from being called ugly." He didn't know why he said these words. "But why do you care about these? You are a Martell after all. As long as you wait a few more years, wait for the Dragon Queen to mature more, heh, it's best to encounter more setbacks, perhaps she will discover the value of the name. By that time, even if you are really just a frog, for the sake of Dorne's army, she will be willing to open her legs for you."

"You ugly dwarf also wants to learn to distinguish beauty from ugliness, it's truly ridiculous!" Yronwood leaned over and grabbed his head, lifting his face up. He threw it away with disgust.

"I am not a stupid bald man who likes to take a sword and stab it around. Of course I have to distinguish beauty from ugliness."

"Yo, truly a dwarf with a poisonous mouth."

"Who let you be a stupid bald knight!"

"You said play to strengths and avoid weaknesses, how to do it?" The Prince spoke, interrupting Yronwood.

"So you really came to marry her," the Imp laughed heartily. "I said, how could Prince Doran easily give Dorne to her? It turns out Dorne is just a dowry. It's a pity, no matter how you look at it, the Dragon Queen's dowry is even more generous."

"I see this person just has a mouth that people hate, and has no brains at all." Gerris Drinkwater said to the Prince. "This robe is wasted."

His hand had already touched the sword.

"The so-called avoiding weaknesses," he raised his voice, knowing that this mouth was making him take risks, "of course, don't put forward the marriage request so impulsively. A woman's tolerance for a mediocre Prince is always higher than for a mediocre husband. What reason does she have to stay away from an important potential ally? You just go into the city and become her guest of honor. When she defeats the foreign enemies around her, show her... forgive me for being blunt, besides the name, what else do you have that is special?" He looked at the Prince who was stunned and at a loss, and couldn't help but feel sympathy again, and then immediately cast the sympathy away—an ugly dwarf giving sympathy to himself or to the slaves of the world is better than giving it to a Prince of a country. "If your sword is sharp enough, perhaps you can also use it, but it's best if the Queen takes the initiative." He pursed his lips, looking at Drinkwater's sneering face, knowing he should restrain himself a little. "Even if it's not sharp, it doesn't matter. Time is still long, and we haven't heard news of her having other marriage targets, why not wait slowly?"

"What if I don't have time to wait?"

"How can that be? You look very young."

The Prince held his hands, a little uneasy, and the two attendants beside him walked toward him, forming a separate small circle among the seven.

"Oh, Prince Doran's health is not very good?" He saw the hesitation that flashed in the Prince's eyes. "This is a well-known thing. After all, he sent Prince Oberyn to King's Landing for this reason. Let's consider the problem from the worst angle. Even if your father passed away—this is just an assumption, I hope his health is very good and can support you until you successfully obtain the Queen's favor and bring her back to Dorne—according to Dornish law, the one who succeeds your father is your sister. I believe she will support you," you are not a dwarf after all, and Prince Doran probably couldn't give birth to a daughter as stupid as Lord Tywin's. "She will also stand on the Queen's side, as long as Dorne is truly as I understood in King's Landing, still harboring bone-deep hatred for the Lannisters. Of course, after Prince Oberyn died tragically, the hatred must have become deeper." Tyrion opened his palms, as if solving a small problem. "And, she might not be as strict about her brother's marriage as her father required. As everyone knows, she has reason to be dissatisfied with Prince Doran in this regard, so she won't be that harsh to you, heh heh, or that good." Expecting so high.

"So, from your perspective, I don't have to do anything?"

"Of course not, you have to use your brains and look for opportunities." Tyrion laughed heartily. "You can't sleep in her pyramid every day, right? If you really don't know what to do, perhaps you can get to know the exotic people under her? After all, if you are lucky, the soldiers, officers, guards, and even maids under her will be yours in the future. Understanding in advance is not a loss, and if you can use them in advance, it would be even better." Tyrion felt he was simply a genius. "Perhaps you can sharpen your sword in advance. Don't we have a saying in Westeros? If you want to get your girl, get her companion first."

"You are right, perhaps if I had met you earlier, I wouldn't be so..." The Prince ignored his last sentence, looked at him solemnly, then turned, took a big step, and left the beach quickly.

The Prince still didn't think of a suitable word in the end. Tyrion chuckled, taking this as thanks.

When the crowd turned toward the embankment on the shore, Tyrion looked at the opposite bank of the river. Rope and Handsaw were gone. He had to go barefoot, stepping on the very warm sand, and followed this group of Westerosi up with his deformed legs, completely abandoning the ugly armor and the bad horse that made him angry.

Their plan was quite meticulous, and they successfully contacted the Windblown very smoothly. After explaining their identities a little, they were accepted.

When he learned that Prince Quentyn needed to meet the Queen as a member defecting on behalf of the Windblown, he hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should also take this opportunity to see the Dragon Queen.

Would the Queen accept him, a kinslayer named Lannister? He was uglier than Quentyn!

This thought almost made him laugh. The whole world might not find anyone uglier than him, and comparing with a Prince of a country was truly absurd.

Absurd, absurd. He found that when approaching this legendary Queen, he actually felt fear like the little Prince, only, the things the little Prince feared were complex and empty, like every young man and woman, humble and expectant, bitter and hidden joy, while his fear was like long loneliness, desolate and lost, making people infinitely tired. Before the answer was revealed, it could not be dispelled, could not be channeled.

I am just a little monkey, aren't I? I still have things I want to do, I still have hatred, I still have sins that haven't been redeemed.

The palace where the Queen received the defectors of the Windblown was located on the lower level of the pyramid. According to Meereenese tradition, it obviously did not belong to a very high specification, at least not reaching the level of receiving important allies from afar.

He rubbed his bruised face, observed the layout of the hall, and secretly thanked the violence of the Windblown.

When he was preparing to go to see the Queen with Quentyn, he was blocked by an officer of the Windblown, because this officer said that if he went to see the Queen, it would make it seem like the defectors were all little monkeys and not worth mentioning. In order to seize the opportunity, he had to reveal the fact that he belonged to the Picnic Company and said he had information from the Picnic Company to report.

The Windblown officer was furious at his deception. Tyrion really wanted to say that he was beaten because of this, but he felt it was still because his mouth was causing trouble. "If I don't go to see the Queen, it will make you all look too stupid, not knowing how to count. After all, even a fool knows that the defection of twenty people from one mercenary company is not as good as adding another mercenary company, and it carries more weight."

He was punched heavily, and he felt his eyes were almost blinded at the time.

"You should have looked carefully when I counted last time." The officer said, then kicked him and added him to the list of people to be received.

"This is the consequence of your disobedience." Drinkwater leaned over to him and said to him.

"But I know the times," he grinned, hard to imagine how ugly this was, but it was better to be uglier. If the Queen's guards mistakenly hurt him, perhaps the Queen would feel indebted, thereby forgiving his insignificant role in the extinction of the Targaryen family. "If not, how can it show that the Prince is the one among us who is most worthy of the Queen? Instead of you, having to groom yourself so cleanly, if I were you, I would definitely learn from the bald man next to me and shave all the hair off."

"His hair wasn't shaved by himself, it couldn't grow anymore, so he didn't keep it!" Drinkwater said angrily to him. "Meeting the Queen and the Venerable, tidying up one's appearance, isn't that the most basic principle? You don't even understand this?"

"Damn, the principle of a dwarf is to serve the master well." He said indifferently. "Instead of fighting with the master for a woman."

"Fuck! Imp!" He raised his fist and put it down, as if suddenly realizing, secretly behind the Prince's back, messed up his tidied long gown, untied his neat hair, and then glared at him with a smacked face.

"I still have some blood here, do you want to put some on your face?" Tyrion touched his face, then held his hand toward him, almost laughing out loud.

Damn, he felt he truly had the talent to be a clown. Perhaps, being a clown for the Queen could also win back Casterly Rock, he thought.

They met the legendary Queen in such waiting. ===== CHAPTER 180 =====