Chapter 181: Descendants of Lann

"I once said that if I saw him again, I would have someone kill him," the Queen said after standing up and being silent for a long time. "But if I can forgive Brown Ben once, then I can forgive him once. Tell him, if..." She was silent. "Tell him, I forgive him."

Tyrion pursed his lips. Anyone who wasn't stupid should make this choice, even without considering that someone loved her like crazy, one should consider the three hundred cavalrymen on paper.

"Your Majesty is truly too wise. My commander is waiting for your instructions." Tyrion smiled lightly. "His camp is near the west bank of the Skahazadhan River. If you are willing to lead your elite to launch a surprise attack on the Volantis army that has not yet stood firm, with the commander's assistance, you will definitely be able to win a great victory. If you have walked through the Volantis army camp like me, you must know how fragile they really are."

"Up to now, you have been quite competent as a messenger." How to fight, you have your advisory group, you don't need a short clown. He knew the Queen's implication.

"Of course, Your Majesty, besides delivering messages, I can do many other things." I am just a naked swimmer who was caught, never a messenger.

"Dwarves should stay in the circus. Someone as interesting as you should go even more!" The Queen's Ghiscari advisor laughed.

"The old man should learn to keep quiet. Someone as wise as you should use this to raise your own price, why chatter!" Tyrion faced the Queen, not giving the advisor a chance to interrupt. "Your Majesty, in order to prove that I am not just a little person who can report news, perhaps you can provide me with a little support, and I will prove my value to you."

"What do you want?"

"A team of guards, not many, four people are enough, plus a letter of appointment authorization, and I can bring more soldiers for Your Majesty than Ser Jorah."

"This dwarf is full of nonsense, maybe he wants to harm the lives of Your Majesty's soldiers and ask for credit from the slave masters!"

Another bald man next to him spoke.

The Queen raised her hand, not caring about these stupid guesses, and made a decision quickly. "I can give it to you, but I don't have much time. As you said, they have not stood firm now, and I don't want to wait too long."

Tyrion smiled. Compared to being thrown to feed dragons by the Queen, the current result was much better.

In order to see Mormont that day, he left Meereen quickly after getting the credentials, secretly went upstream along the Skahazadhan River, and found the new camp of the Picnic Company.

"Your two guards said you were caught." Mormont was sharpening his sword and said after seeing him return.

"They were right. The ones who caught me were Dornishmen, the Prince of Dorne."

"Why did the Prince of Dorne come here?"

It's not to catch me anyway. "Isn't it normal for Dorne to want a second Daenerys after having one?" Tyrion took out the Queen's authorization order from his chest to prove that what he said was true. "Compared to a broken Picnic Company, the Queen obviously wants a complete Dorne that has not experienced war."

"Dorne wants to take revenge on the Lannisters, it doesn't have to support her. Prince Doran doesn't have to send his own son."

"Who let her have dragons now?" Tyrion felt he had forgotten something very important. "Can the Queen ride a dragon into battle?"

"The dragon looks big enough, but it is not enough to support a rider, even if the rider is a thin girl." Ser Jorah pondered and said. "What is your plan?"

"I boasted that I could bring more people to follow the Queen than the Picnic Company, and hinted that I could persuade the Tiger Cloak Army to defect," Tyrion smiled helplessly. "As for the plan..." He spread his hands. "Although I have a flexible tongue, I lack an obedient dragon, perhaps three, and what determines victory or defeat is the dragon, not the dwarf's tongue..."

"No one has dragons, except the Queen, and they can't be used on the battlefield... Dragons are more like mindless swords, and ultimately they have to be driven by kings, rich people, and monks."

The thought flashed like lightning. "Why can they drive swords?"

"Orders, bribery, and... I don't know, deception?"

"Haha, is that your impression of monks?"

"The monks of the Seven have no influence on me," he turned his back and picked up his sword. "I only belong to the Old Gods, like my father, mother, and other ancestors, and the Old Gods have no monks."

"Damn, the monks of R'hllor have no influence on me either, and their women in red robes refuse to take off their clothes for people like the Red Priestess in Meereen, it's truly boring," he laughed triumphantly. "Didn't you say that most of them believe in R'hllor, and the High Priest of R'hllor in Volantis publicly supports Daenerys?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Heh heh, I can put on a red robe and pretend to be a Red Priest and go to the Tiger Cloak Army camp. If R'hllor is willing to support Daenerys, he will definitely grant me the ability to use fire. Damn, maybe it will even manifest directly on a dwarf! You know, the fire I set on the Blackwater must have made it very satisfied! Even if it is stingy and refuses to reward this ability, at least it won't make the Tiger Cloak Army the Queen's enemy because of my failure. Haha, I have long wanted to know if these gods really exist. Now that I have seen dragons and the Queen, if I can explore this answer, even if I die here, it's worth it! You say, how about the two of us heretics try it today?"

"It's you who will try, I won't accompany you to pretend to be a god or ghost."

"You don't know, pretending to be a god or ghost is the foundation of the Lannisters' rise." He laughed heartily. "My father and his fathers have all forgotten this, and really thought they were lions. Damn, maybe I am the real Lann."

After confirming the method, he immediately cheered up, ran to the side of the tent, and took out the box containing Varys's head. He patted the box lightly with triumph, and the box made bursts of dull beats. "Poor Varys, I knew you wouldn't ask boring questions! You must hope to continue helping me, right?"

"What madness have you committed?"

"I'm not crazy. Since you have obtained the Queen's forgiveness, this poor man's head is useless." You had better not tell the Queen that you killed your spy superior. "I heard that the First Men and the savages of the mountains will use bloody things to sacrifice to ghosts and gods in exchange for protection. Now I really have to borrow that one. Why don't we use the head of the Spider to try?" He felt this idea was great. If R'hllor responds impatiently, it means it's a complete bastard. If it follows the rules and remains silent, it means it's no different from the gods hanging on the lips. And he can also let Varys be buried in the ground, and this fat head doesn't have to be played with by others anymore, and he can also practice how to 'pretend to be a god or ghost' first. "Although this head is no longer fresh, after being burned by fire, it must be the same burnt smell. That one will definitely not dislike it." Right?

"Do you know the sacrifice method?"

I don't know, but it must be the cruel kind. "The priest of the Seven who witnessed my marriage once said 'sincerity is spirit.' This sentence must also apply to that one! Haha, look, I don't even dare to say its name, isn't that sincerity?"

He did it as soon as he said it, and soon put the head together with the box on the fire.

"Ser, was the Queen's dragon egg hatched in the fire?" Jorah looked at the burning flame and didn't answer him. "You say, will a dragon pop out of Varys's head?"

"If you still want to practice, you should at least say the prayer now."

"Hmm..." Tyrion admitted that he made sense, so he hurriedly straightened his body solemnly, opened his hands, made a gesture of welcoming possession, and muttered words in his mouth. "Great, omniscient and omnipotent God of Light R'hllor, I, a saint living in a foreign land, pray to you: The person I sacrifice to you here is a person who can be described as great in both Westeros and the Eastern Continent. He pursued fairness and justice all his life, practicing the way of equality of wealth with his own hands. He served the people selflessly, facilitating transactions that were difficult to reach directly between people, until there was a more noble cause to do; in the following years, he solved countless problems for the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and his people with wisdom and courage, and saved countless innocent people, benevolent and righteous. Lord Varys served as the Master of Whisperers for four kings, and in the treacherous years, he always stood firmly on the side of justice and provided good and sincere advice to the kings he served. Although some of his opinions were not adopted by the kings, these suggestions still show that he is a great person, a person with incomparable talent." He felt it was almost enough. "The long night is dark, and there are dangers everywhere. May you open your heart, embrace this person, embrace this great person full of wisdom, courage, and sorrow."

He was a little puzzled, and then turned to Mormont. "What should I use to end it?"

"My Lord."

"My Lord!" He shouted loudly. "My Lord!"

"You haven't said what you want to obtain." Mormont reminded him.

My poisonous mushrooms and a red robe.

"My Lord, may your brilliance last forever, may you enjoy this great person." What should he beg for? Control dragons? Damn, if he could, he would be willing to trade ten Varyses to control them for even a second. "May you guide me, let my journey be safe and smooth! My Lord!" ===== CHAPTER 182 =====