Chapter 452 Misunderstanding

Loras Tyrell stood on the promenade of the Prime Minister's Tower, his long brown hair blown by the cold wind.

But at this moment his heartbeat was even more chaotic.

The Chief of the Red Castle next to him knocked on the door again:

"Lord Tywin, I brought you Ser Loras Tyrell."

Loras took a deep breath, calmed his heartbeat, and thought about the reason why Duke Tywin summoned him suddenly.

At the beginning, Caesar gave him two choices. Between going to the Great Wall to be a night watchman and avenging Duke Renly Baratheon, he chose the latter.

Even if you paid a cruel price for it.

But as long as Tywin Lannister can be killed, Loras will never complain.

But things didn't go smoothly. Although Duke Tywin accepted his allegiance, he was obviously guarding against Loras, and he couldn't find a chance for revenge.

And now, the opportunity finally came!

A few days ago, when Varys found him, Loras was still full of doubts, even though the other party took out Caesar's personal letter.

And Loras didn't think Varys could arrange for him to meet Duke Tywin alone.

Unexpectedly, this spider really did it.

I don't know what reason Varys used to persuade Duke Tywin.

It is probably related to the current situation. After all, anyone can see that the Lannister family is already at an absolute disadvantage. No matter how powerful Duke Tywin is, he may have to consider retreating.

There is a crossbow on the wall. After killing people, the escape route is hidden in the fireplace.

Loras recalled Varys' exhortation, but his heart was still flickering with uneasiness.

It's not that he doesn't dare to kill people, but that he has a natural dislike and distrust of Varys, the notorious intelligence chief.

The knock on the door sounded again, pulling back the wandering Loras.

Although the chief of the Red Castle shouted again, he still did not hear a response from the door.

"Is Lord Tywin asleep?" Loras asked.

"Lord Tywin has never gone to bed so early," said the steward.

After hesitating for a while, he pushed open the door and walked in.

Loras also walked in.

There was no one in the room, a dozen candles were lit on the candlestick on the desk, and the pale yellow light flickered gently.

Loras' eyes wandered around the wall, but he didn't find the crossbow that Varys mentioned.

Damn spiders are so unbelievable!

"Lord Tywin?" The steward shouted again, "Are you asleep?"

Loras saw the manager walking towards the bedroom, and was about to raise his heels, but suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

He was startled suddenly, but his face remained calm.

Seeing the manager push away the bedrooms and walk in, Loras went to the other side in the direction of the **** smell.

When he pushed open the iron-paneled wooden door and saw the picture in the toilet, Loras couldn't help being stunned.

The majestic Hand of the King, Guardian of the West, Duke of Casterly Rock, Tywin Lannister, slumped on the toilet with disheveled clothes, a sharp arrow stuck in his lower abdomen, reaching his feathers, and the bright red blood flowed down the arrow shaft to his bare thigh...

Loras' thinking froze for a second, and then he saw the crossbow discarded at his feet.

The spider didn't lie.

Someone just got there first.

But who exactly?

Loras subconsciously picked up the crossbow, and when he turned his head, he saw the chief of the Red Castle standing behind him, looking at him with extremely terrified eyes:

"You, you actually killed Lord Tywin!"

Loras made no excuses.

Under such circumstances, any explanation is futile.

Seeing that the steward turned around and was about to run out, Loras quickly drew the bowstring and shot an arrow.

"Come on, someone! Come" The arrow hit the back of the chief manager's heart, interrupting his cry for help.

But Loras knew that this place must not stay long.

the escape route is hidden in the fireplace

He thought of Varys' instructions again, this time without hesitation, Loras immediately rushed towards the fireplace.

Stepping over the still burning fire, Loras groped in the dark fireplace for a while, and he really opened a stone door.

Hearing the shouts of the guards outside, Loras immediately got into the stone door.

It was pitch black behind the door, and the narrow corridor made him crawl forward with difficulty.

However, Loras had an uncontrollable smile on his face.

Tyrion Lannister crawled back to the underground room from the patio and found that Varys was no longer there.

Without the guide of the spider, he didn't know how to go.

That's not entirely true, because he knows the way back to the dungeon.

But how could Tyrion be willing to go back again.

Looking at the five doors in front of him, Tyrion chose one at random and walked in.

Look where the gods want to lead me. He thought to himself. It must be hell.

Cursed be the kinslayer.

And he just killed his own father.

Walking in the dark and damp tunnel, the scene of Duke Tywin before his death kept appearing in front of Tyrion.

I didn't know how long I walked, and I didn't know how many turns I made, when finally some light appeared in front of my eyes.

Tyrion pushed **** the stone slab above his head and got out.

The white full moon hangs high in the sky, and the howling wind blows the branches, casting rugged shadows on the ground. In the red castle, countless gold-cloaked guards holding torches are rushing around with nervous expressions.

I actually returned to the Red Keep. Tyrion shook his head with a wry smile. The gods really want me to die.

"Who is there!"

Tyrion saw a group of guards walking towards him holding torches, but he didn't feel a trace of panic in his heart, as if he had accepted his fate.

"It's me, Tyrion Lannister."

"Lord Tyrion?" The guards recognized him, and just about to salute, they suddenly realized

Isn't this dwarf locked up in a black jail?

How did you escape?

"Okay, I won't make things difficult for you." Tyrion seemed very reasonable, "Take me to the king. My crimes deserve the trial and punishment I deserve."

"Okay, please come with us."

Under the **** of the guards, Tyrion came to the king's bedroom in Maegor Tower.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Queen Cersei smashing a flower pot.

And King Tommen sat on the bed and wept.

"Your Majesty, we met Lord Tyrion in the castle..."

Hearing what the guards said, Cersei suddenly turned her head, revealing a pale and helpless face in front of everyone.

"Tyrion? Aren't you locked in a dungeon? What are you doing here?"

"Didn't I miss you, my dear sister?" Tyrion subconsciously said in a teasing tone, "I am so happy to see you still so graceful and luxurious, the mother of the world."

"Happy fart!" Cersei stepped forward and slapped her younger brother, "Do you know that father is dead!"

Tyrion was slapped by the slap and turned half a circle on the spot, his head was a little dazed:

"Of course I know, it's me..."

"You know what a fart!" Cersei slapped her again, "Father is dead! We are finished! Who will suppress those northern nobles? Who will deal with Caesar? Damn Caesar! He actually sent an assassin! I knew that Loras had good intentions, and I should have persuaded my father to kill him in the first place!"

"Assassin? Loras?" Tyrion didn't understand the situation.

"Yes, Loras Tyrion killed his father! You idiot!" Cersei scolded, and at the same time wanted to hit her younger brother, as if to vent her anger and fear.

Unexpectedly, this time Tyrion shouted loudly:

"Stop!"

Cersei's slap stopped in the air, but the next moment, she became even more angry, as if she felt that it was shameful for her to be frightened by a dwarf.

"Damn dwarf! What right do you have to order me!"

But just as she was about to continue shaking her hands, Tyrion said loudly again:

"Just because I am the first heir to Casterly Rock City! My father is dead, so I should inherit everything from him!"

"Nonsense! James is..."

"Jaime went to the Great Wall." Tyrion said, "Don't you know that the Night Watchman must give up his title and territory? According to the law, I am now the Duke of Casterly Rock, Guardian of the West!"

Cersei's face turned red and then pale, and she looked at her brother who suddenly burst out.

This dwarf brother who was despised, hated, and even hated by her since childhood, unexpectedly looked extraordinarily tall at this moment.

In a trance, there was a shadow of his father Tywin.

Her palm stopped in mid-air, trembling and shaking, but after all, she didn't dare to slap it down.

(end of this chapter)