Chapter 562
"If I want to kill you, you will already be dead."
Tyrion handed a glass of wine to him and said, "Have a glass of wine, let's have a good talk when the anger subsides."
Kevan took a deep look at his nephew, didn't pick up the wine glass, didn't care about White Cloak who was being restrained, and strode over to Pycelle to check.
"What did you do to him?"
"Drank a cup of poppy milk and fell asleep." Tyrion shrugged and put the glass back on the glass.
"I would never have imagined that you would kill your father, a scene that would never have happened in my darkest nightmare."
Kevan stood up straight, condescending, looking complicated Look at Tyrion Road.
"Hey, I've thought about that scene many times, but it's not for my dad, but my sister.
Maybe there's a ghost in the Red Keep, I was caught by Mad King, Rhaegar, Princess Dorne, Princess Rhyllia... Possessed by countless Targaryen ghosts, can't control oneself." Tyrion sneered.
"What are you trying to say, confess to me?" Kevan coldly said.
"Confessing to you is a fart, High Sparrow can still communicate with Mother, can you?" dwarf blamed said with a smile.
"Then what are you looking for me for?"
Tyrion put away the playful expression on his face and said resolutely: "For Lannister!"
"For Lannister , you shouldn't have killed my big brother, your father!" Kevan snapped.
"Ai, uncle, I still have the Dragon Queen's mission on me, so I don't have much time. If we keep repeating this topic, I'm afraid we'll get nothing today." Tyrion sighed.
Kevan squinted and looked at the dwarf. The green helmet, green armor, and green cloak were all majestic and full of energy.
Especially the roaring lion head on his chest, the family emblem of Lannister, made his complexion soften: this nephew murdered the king, murdered his father, committed any imaginable misdeed, but also.... ..at least he didn't forget who Lannister was.
Regent King dragged a chair from the side, sat opposite dwarf, indifferently said: "How did you get in?"
"hehe, you should ask, what did I do last time? Out." Tyrion winked and laughed again.
Kevan's expression froze, "Could it be that the secret passage can connect all parts of the Red Keep?"
There is a secret passage leading outside the Red Keep in the Tower of the Hand. Tywin was found after his death, but Cersei burned the Tower of the Hand to rubble with a Wildfire.
Tyrion shook his head and said, "The underpass is so complicated that I don't know where it connects. But obviously, Varys knows.
You made a stupid and fatal mistake, uncle, knowing that People harboring malicious intentions master Red Keep's secret channels, but let them go.
Today I can directly touch the crow's nest from outside the city and threaten Pycelle to send someone to invite you over.
Tomorrow, too Could someone else do the same thing.
Or, do you think Varys is kind to you, and Lannister?"
That's true, Ser Kevan couldn't refute it either. He sighed: "I also arranged for someone to explore the secret passage, but as you said, it is too huge and too complicated, and seven or eight people died and could not figure out the direction of the secret passage."
" Since we can't control it, the enemy can easily use it, then destroy it!" Tyrion indifferently said.
"Destroyed?" Kevan's body was shocked, at first he looked incredible, but after thinking for a while, he suddenly felt that oneself was really stupid.
Lion Family Old Dog sighed, "You're right, things that are dangerous beyond their control should be destroyed."
"It's just that the secret passage is huge, and it's in the Red Keep Underneath, what can I do to avoid damaging the foundation? If the soil is filled, the amount of work is too large." He asked with a frown again.
"Hehe..." Tyrion smiled weirdly and whispered: "How do hunters hunt? You can arrange for people to ambush hundreds of beast traps inside, and 80% of them will be able to trap the giants in the dark. The rat caught it."
"You mean..." Kevan squinted at the bearded man holding White Cloak down, and lowered his voice so that only he and Tyrion could hear .
"Varys is still under the Red Keep?"
"If he didn't go to Slaver's Bay, he must be in King's Landing, and he will shoot you sooner or later! As Dragon Queen said, Lannister's enemies would love to see Cersei perform a clown show on Iron Throne.
You are the backbone of Iron Throne and Lannister, the first to be taken down by all enemies, and that's why I'm here today on the adventure The reason.” Tyrion affirmed.
Kevan's compliment to his nephew didn't move at all, he always had a clear position on oneself, he just wondered: "Didn't Varys save you?"
"I and I Jaime was used by him."
Tyrion's ugly face was gloomy, his eyes flashed with resentment and remorse, and he gritted his teeth: "I'm guilty, I don't deny it, but that's what Varys set for me. He created the conditions for my father-killing operation."
"Did he pass the crossbow arrow to you? Or did he hold your hand and pull the trigger?"
Kevan's eyes were cold, and he hated his nephew's sophistry.
"Forget it," Tyrion waved his hand and sighed, "Now that Mother has manifested, I've come to the realization that Seven Hells will be reunited with Daddy.
I just want to remind you, You are very dangerous now, Varys, Cersei, and Stark all have murderous intentions for you, and there are even more easy ways to kill you."
Kevan was touched for a moment, but still said with a blank face: " I have ten thousand warriors of the Westerlands."
"Hehe, thankfully you didn't say 'I am the Regent King, and I have White Cloak'." Tyrion pouted towards the White Cloak in the corner of the door and said with a smile.
"I'll set a trap in the secret passage to keep Varys back and forth. Your elder sister is also today...yesterday married to Euron, tomorrow I'll arrange for her to leave King's Landing; Stark... Is there any other Stark alive besides your unrepentant wife?" Kevan asked slowly.
"Don't underestimate Varys! He's not alone, Illyrio of Pentos has his back, and he trains the little bird with all his money from spice merchants..."
Tyrion won't be half loyal to Varys and Illyrio.
Without the slightest hesitation, he told Aegon's secret.
"It's...too terrifying! What are they trying to do?"
Kevan looked shocked, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
Tyrion sneered and broke out another big melon: "Not sure about the identity of Aegon mother, but I am 90% sure, he is Illyrio's son.
They want to use Targaryen's name. Name usurped Iron Throne.
That damn fatty is so arrogant that he really thinks there are only two smart people in this world, he and Varys?
In Pentos, he showed me him A life-size statue of his youth and a portrait of his wife Serra.
Unfortunately, I also met Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia at the same time.
When I was in Rhoyne, I had a crush on little Aegon His identity became suspicious."
When we first met, little Aegon dyed blue hair to disguise his identity, and even Connington and Ashara and the others called them by aliases, keeping everything from Tyrion.
So, the span from the son of the mercenary Griff to Rhaegar's child Aegon, or the span from Prince Aegon to the fake Prince, which is bigger?
Obviously, the former is to the latter, just as the binary linear equation is to addition and subtraction.
Since Tyrion can do the more difficult middle school math problems, why does he make mistakes on the elementary school math problems?
But House Targaryen's shit has something to do with him being a Lannister?
He just wanted revenge, or... redemption.
So, he didn't hesitate to hide his secrets, and even took the initiative to help Aegon realize the identity of "Son of Rhaegar and Elia".
Only, he decided not to hide it from his dear uncle.
"The Seven is up..." Kevan was stunned, complexion pale, and his body swayed.
"This, I...you...this kind of situation, I can't handle it, it's you...father...you shouldn't kill him." He was confused and incoherent.
Tyrion rubbed the temples wearily and sighed, "My dad has gone to Seven Hells, let's just stop bothering him, okay?"
Kevan stared. The nephew glanced at him and said, "Since you doubt Aegon, why do you encourage him to fight for Iron Throne?"
"I want revenge, and if evil magic energy helps me, I will also swear allegiance to it. even more how Prince Aegon is a great man, I love him and far surpasses Joffrey and Tommen." Tyrion as it should be by rights.
"You killed Joffrey, you killed Tywin, you are the root of all evil! Who else do you want to avenge?"
"Ai, I don't know... After killing Daddy, I hate heaven and hate earth and hate Cersei, I wish the whole Westeros was killed by Others - including you and Jaime." Tyrion looked at his uncle and said.
Kevan didn't scold him, but sighed helplessly, and said, "Maybe, Tywin is too harsh on you."
He somewhat understood the state of his nephew that day, and he had a feeling in his heart. A child of love, falling into that situation, love, will only make him more miserable.
Only hatred can support him to continue to live.
“Now what?” asked Regent King.
"Now?" Tyrion shrugged and laughed, "Uncle, you know what? I'm a Dragonrider, Wyrmrider. The Dragon Queen gave me a Wyvern, and I call her 'Tysha'."
"Now?" p>
"Wyvern? Daenerys went to Sothoryos Rainwood to tame Wyvern?"
Kevan brows frowned, not a surprise for his nephew, only a deeper concern.
"You oneself to find the answer to this question, the top Allies know it. But don't ask me, I'm the Queen's Knight now!"
Tyrion didn't wait for his uncle to ask again. , continued: "Tysha made me be reborn, my wish at this time to be free to live, while Lannister of Casterly Rock was preserved in the flames of vengeance of Dragon Queen.
One more for Littlefinger Retribution, I will be satisfied.
If Cersei really obediently and honestly go to the Iron Islands, let the salty, wet and cold sea wind blow her delicate face and become a wrinkled yellow-faced woman, I will forgive you She used to hurt me.
Unfortunately, I know her too well. People's pursuit is the nourishment for her to live. The right to do as one pleases is like the air she breathes.
Just like fish can't leave the water, Cersei will never want to leave the big stage of King's Landing!
So, the past few days uncle, you must be careful, don't get along with her in the Queen Mother's Palace, Especially when Euron is present.
You have to deal with my old sister with the vigilance against Dragon Queen."
"I am her uncle! , is also defending the country for her son!" Kevan said solemnly.
“Are you reasoning with my old sister?” Tyrion sneered.
"Why get revenge on Littlefinger?" Ser Kevan changed the subject.
The Regent King never believed that his niece would kill him, thinking that Tyrion had too much prejudice against Cersei.
"He started the lion-wolf fight, he and Old Rose murdered Joffrey, and he stole Sansa." Tyrion said with a twisted expression.
"Sansa is in the Vale of Arryn? You're in Slaver's Bay, how do you know this kind of secret?" Kevan frowned.
"Dragon Queen told me she's seen through Littlefinger."