Chapter 346: Kleber's Tradition 3

On both sides of the long and narrow alley were broken stone walls, on which moss grew wantonly.

The bells of the Great Sept of Baelor came leisurely.

Glyn Crabbe looked up at the sun and said, "Is Tyrion okay?"

Ser Bronn spread out one hand and grinned, "My Lord Duke, he is a lion."

Glyn couldn't help but smile and said, "Only Tyrion and Prince Oberyn? Except for the female branch."

"And there is a prince's mistress..."

Ser Bronn scratched his cheek and said, "She should not be considered a female branch."

Glyn smiled again, and then he said to Brienne, "Give him a bag of gold dragons."

Hearing this, Sir Brienne of Tarth (Chapter 323) took off the purse from her waist and threw it directly to Sir Bronn.

Sir Bronn weighed the purse in his hand habitually, then stuffed it into his arms, and the smile on his face became more obscene: "Thank you for your generosity, Lord Duke, Bronn is at your service."

"How many guards did Tyrion bring?"

Hearing Green's question, Sir Bronn's eyes turned slightly and said, "In addition to me and Pod, Lord Tyrion brought four red robes."

"Where is the blue robe I lent to Tyrion?"

"Lord Tyrion arranged for Crabbe's warriors to protect... the Dorne envoys who were left to rest in Gou Lane."

Green looked at Bronn and frowned, "Did you know that there were other people's eyes in the red robe he brought?"

"I did find a behavior The sneaky red robe..."

Sir Bronn shrugged helplessly and continued: "But he is a Lannister red robe, fortunately... the prince seemed to have sensed it and closed the window. "

Green raised his eyebrows slightly: "You seem to have witnessed the whole process of eavesdropping."

"The captain of the guard is responsible for protecting the safety of the client, but I definitely did not participate in eavesdropping, I swear."

Sir Bronn smiled flatteringly: "Mercenaries who want to survive will never be smart, Duke."

Green nodded and said: "How many guards did Prince Oberyn bring?"

After speaking, he made a gesture, and Brienne quickly threw another bag of money.

Bronn smiled suddenly, but he was terrified.

The questions asked by the nobles in front of him seemed ordinary, but there must be something hidden, and the bags of gold dragons he kept getting were proof of that.

Although he couldn't think of the reason, the experience of mercenaries who had been hovering on the edge of life and death for many years told Bronn that he must be careful at this moment, otherwise... he would die.

Bronn grinned: "There are also four people. I also paid special attention to whether there are guards in the dark. There are indeed four guards. I promise, my Lord Duke."

Seeing the suspicion on Green's face, he hurriedly said: "I can swear that Lord Tyrion asked me to investigate in secret."

Green nodded slightly. This is indeed Tyrion's character. He is very cautious.

Bronn said again: "After all, this is the King's Landing of the King of the Seven Kingdoms. The two of them are having a lot of fun."

After a pause, Green gestured with his hand behind his back and said: "Want to make a fortune in gold dragons, Lord Blackwater?"

The smile on Bronn's face froze for a moment. He bent over and carefully tested: "Can I refuse, just this time, my Lord Duke?"

After a while, Sir Brienne carried the unconscious Bronn on her shoulders.

"Let's find a place to lock him up first."

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In a room in the female branch of Tashaya, golden curtains hung from the ceiling, the walls were carved with gold ornaments of various poses, and the floor was covered with golden mill carpets, as if every corner was shining with golden light.

Tyrion Lannister and Oberyn Martell stretched their legs and half-recline on the gold-inlaid recliners. On the bed at the other end of the room: a woman with long black curly hair and slightly exaggerated curves was sleeping only covered with a thin blanket.

Tyrion looked at the dagger in his hand with drunken eyes, or it could be called a short sword. Its blade was more than two palms long, and its width was about the same as the width of the index finger and middle finger together.

The dark blade was faintly red, like a poisonous snake.

Touching the hilt of the golden snake-shaped sword, Tyrion's green and black eyes moved slightly, and he said, "Prince Oberyn, this gorgeous short sword seems to have its own story?"

He held the hilt, shook his wrist, and grinned, "If it has ever been glorious, it may be tarnished, because I may use it to shave."

Prince Oberyn wore a loose nightgown, revealing most of his chest and abdomen. His melancholy eyes looked at Tyrion and said, "I don't recommend doing that. If it were me, I would never touch its blade."

He smiled slightly: "By the way, its name is 'Viper', I gave it."

Hearing this, Tyrion glanced at the black light on the blade of the "Viper". Viper... poison... a poisoned sword? !

Thinking of this, he immediately sheathed the sword and then pinned it to his waist.

After making sure that the venomous snake would not "run" out, he still moved his body a little uneasily.

Tyrion smiled at Prince Oberyn and said, "Thank you for your gift, Your Highness."

Prince Oberyn smiled and said, "That was the gift I received on my adult name day. I hope you like it."

Tyrion rubbed his slightly heavy head and grinned, "I have long felt its heaviness."

"As long as you like it."

Prince Oberyn's dark eyes seemed to be recalling something: "After I used the 'Snake' to harvest the lives of seventy-seven warriors, I had it collected. It was originally a gift I prepared for my nephew. Unfortunately, I failed to give it away, so I kept it until today."

His nephew? Did he mean the little Aegon who was killed by his kind father's men, or Viserys who died across the strait?

"I am honored." Tyrion picked up the wine glass and took a sip of Dorne Summer Red.

Tyrion's understanding of Prince Oberyn mainly came from rumors, and the rumors surrounding him became more and more terrifying.

Rumor has it that Prince Oberyn traveled around the nine free trade cities, traded with poisoners, and learned various dark skills.

Rumor has it that he studied at the Citadel and had obtained six chains before he left because he was bored.

Rumor has it that he was a sellsword in the Disputed Lands across the Narrow Sea, first serving with the Second Sons, and later forming his own sellsword company.

About Prince Oberyn's tournaments, his wars, his duels, his mounts. What Tyrion was most interested in was the numerous rumors about his sexual interests, such as both men and women... For example, Oberyn had illegitimate daughters called "Sand Snakes" all over Dorne, but no sons.

Tyrion burped a little, which was also a small miracle.

After a pause, Prince Oberyn said frankly: "This is a small compensation from me. After all, I used you, Lord Tyrion."

"To be honest, my father might welcome any proposal from the Martell family, but my good sister..."

Tyrion scratched his hair and said with a headache: "She will definitely yell at me."

"Your sister... Cersei..."

Mumbling for a while, Prince Oberyn suddenly said: "Lord Tyrion, we actually met, but I don't think you remember."

He joked: "You were shorter then than you are now."

Tyrion was surprised with his messy hair. Yidi said: "We have met? When?"

Prince Oberyn took a sip of wine and said: "Oh, a long time ago, when my mother ruled Dorne and your father was the prime minister of another king."

He seemed to be reminiscing and said: "When I visited Casterly Rock with my mother, her man, my sister Elia (Rhaegar's wife), I was about fourteen or fifteen years old... Elia is one year older than me. I remember your brother and sister were... eight or nine years old, and you were born not long ago."

Tyrion's eyes trembled slightly. At that time... it was exactly the time when his mother died of dystocia.

He raised his glass and said, "What do you think of Casterly Rock, Prince Oberyn?"

"To be honest, it's not very good."

Prince Oberyn pondered for a moment and said, "During our visit, your father avoided us all the time and only let Ser Kevan take charge of the hospitality. The room he assigned to me had a feather bed and a Myr carpet, but it was dark and windowless. I told Elia that it was more like a dungeon than a guest room. In addition, the sky in the West is too gray, the wine is too sweet, the women are too plain, and the food is too light..."

As he said, he looked at Tyrion: "And you are the most disappointing to us."

Tyrion combed his hair with his fingers, with a slightly puzzled look on his face, and said, "Disappointed? I remember you just told me that I was just born at that time."

"You are the evil creature in the mouth of everyone."

Prince Oberyn shrugged and continued, "When you were born, we were in Oldtown, and everyone in the city was talking about the monster that the Prime Minister got. Everyone thinks this is a bad omen for the future of the Seven Kingdoms.

He curled his lips: "Yes, when you were still a small piece of meat, you were already known to all the Seven Kingdoms."

The little devil also shrugged and said: "Yes, with my birth came famine, plague and war."

He laughed: "Oh, and winter, and the long night that never ends, all of which are brought by me."

Prince Oberyn laughed and said: "Your birth did bring your father's downfall. I once heard the wandering monks in the countryside preach that your father made himself greater than King Aerys, but only the gods can be above the king, so you were sent as a curse to teach your father a lesson, because no mortal on earth can be equal to the gods in heaven."

Tyrion sighed: "In fact, I tried very hard to do the trust of the old man of the Seven Gods, but I didn't succeed."

He grinned and raised his glass to indicate: "Your Highness, please continue, I like to listen to stories."

Prince Oberyn took a sip of wine and continued, "I was disappointed because I found you look too normal. Because, I heard along the way that you have a hard curly tail like a pig, a head that is unusually large, almost half the size of your body, and you are born with thick black hair and beard, an evil eye and lion's claws. You have long teeth, so you can't close your mouth, and between your legs, you have not only men's **, but also women's **."

Tyrion swallowed the wine in his mouth with difficulty and said, "If I can * myself, I may save a lot of trouble."

He took another sip of wine: "The fangs and lion's claws may also come in handy... Your Highness, I already understand why you What disappointment. "

Prince Oberyn moved his body to make himself more comfortable, and said: "At that time, Lannister never brought you out, let alone showed you to the guests. We only often heard the cry of babies coming from the depths of Casterly Rock at night. Elia..."

The hand on his knee clenched into a fist, and he continued: "If it weren't for your sister, we wouldn't have seen you at all. She promised Elia that she would satisfy our curiosity. The nurse who took care of you wanted to drive us out, but Cersei sent her away with a few words. She said... the nurse was just a cow and had no right to interfere with what she did. If she didn't get out of the way, she would ask Lord Tywin to drive the nurse away. "I pulled out your tongue. She said cows only need their penis, not their tongue."

After a pause, he seemed to imitate Cersei's tone at that time: "..., you are just a cow. If you don't shut up, I will ask my father to pull out your tongue. Anyway, cows only need their penis, not their tongue."

Tyrion grinned: "This seems to have impressed you. My sister has been charming since she was a child."

Prince Oberyn sneered and said: "Cersei untied your swaddling clothes for us to take a closer look. You do have an evil eye, black hair on your scalp, and your head is larger than most newborns. It's a pity, but you have no tail, no beard, no fangs, no lion claws, and no legs. There is only a little ** in the room. After hearing so many bizarre rumors, it turns out that the root of Lord Tywin's trouble is just an ugly red baby with deformed legs and feet. "

Tyrion's face froze slightly, but Prince Oberyn smiled gently and said, "Although you are ugly, Elia screamed excitedly when she saw you, just like seeing a cute cat or puppy. She actually felt sorry for you and wanted to raise you personally, haha."

Tyrion's eyelids seemed to be heavy because of drunkenness. He yawned and said, "Robert I made the poor Seven Kingdoms lose the best queen."

After the voice fell, Prince Oberyn looked at Tyrion with a sudden concentration, like a venomous snake staring at its prey.

Tyrion's heart skipped a beat, but he grinned calmly on his face. At this time... he suddenly remembered the old lion's warning: control your naughty tongue (Chapter 334).

He raised his glass and said, "Perhaps one day, you will be grateful to my sister, the Queen Mother, Prince Oberyn."

Will he be grateful to Cersei? Prince Oberyn sneered.

Tyrion's pointed words successfully distracted Prince Oberyn's thoughts, and his sharp eyes began to gradually dissipate.

Then, Tyrion stroked his chest and said sincerely, "Prince Oberyn, I want to thank your sister. If I am not mistaken, she gave me the first love after I was born. That is the most precious gift."