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Chapter 449: scapegoat
Chapter 449: scapegoat
Chapter 449 Scapegoat
Tyrion stood motionless on the top of the Red Castle like a statue.
At this time, King's Landing has become a sea of ??riots, and the air is full of smoke, arrows and screams.
Father, did you hear their screams? It's all out of your arrogance and ego.
Tyrion also knew that Tywin Lannister would not care about the lives and deaths of these people at all.
Besides, there is a large army in the city at this time, and these mobs are destined to be brutally suppressed.
Those innocent people who died in the riots would not make Duke Tywin feel guilty at all, and even the Hand of the King may secretly poke and hope that more people will die, so as to save more rations.
The rulers are so ruthless and cruel.
Tyrion thought to himself, fortunately, he was deprived of his authority and did not have to participate in this **** tragedy.
But looking at King's Landing in chaos, Tyrion couldn't help worrying about his lover Shae.
I don't know if she will be affected by the riot.
I wonder if she can still fill her stomach now...
Tyrion would have liked to take her into the Red Keep, but he dared not.
If his father finds out that he is a prostitute, the previous nightmare may be repeated.
Oh, Tessa...Tyrion thinks about his wife of lies again.
I remembered what Caesar said to himself back then.
Who is lying?
He thought he could get the truth from his brother James.
But James refused to come back at the Great Wall.
As for asking his father for proof, Tyrion didn't dare, and he knew very well that Duke Tywin would not admit his mistake.
He went to prove it, but he was just asking for boredom.
After an unknown amount of time, the riots in the city finally began to subside
The perimeter of the Red Keep was covered with corpses, and the entire Aegon High Hill was stained red with blood.
The soldiers began to clean up the battlefield, they gathered all the corpses in one place, and then lit a fire.
Puffs of scorched thick smoke rose to the sky, and the smell made people want to vomit.
Tyrion was so smoked that he had to leave the city.
Just as he was about to go back to his room to rest, he saw his cousin Lancel hurried over and said:
"Tyrion, Lord Tywin is looking for you, follow me to the throne room."
"The Throne Hall?" Tyrion was stunned for a moment, "What's the big fight?"
"You'll know when you go." Lancel's expression was a little complicated.
"It doesn't look like a good thing." Tyrion was keenly aware of something, but he could only obediently follow his cousin to Maegor's Tower.
When he entered the Throne Hall, he saw that many northern nobles had gathered in the hall.
King Tommen sat high on the Iron Throne, his little face was full of fear and panic. He didn't know whether he was frightened by the riots in the city, or by the twisted and terrifying throne covered with spikes under his buttocks.
Hand of the King Lord Tywin stood to the right of the Iron Throne, his face as calm as ever.
Queen Cersei stood on the other side, with a gloating smile on her face.
This smile made Tyrion's ominous premonition stronger.
"Your Majesty, do you want to see me?" Tyrion stepped forward to salute.
Tommen nodded, but did not speak.
Duke Tywin below said:
"Tyrion, you were in charge of logistics and food before, so there are some problems that need your explanation."
"What do you need to explain?" Tyrion shrugged, "You removed my power after you came back. The riots in the city now are caused by your order to search the people for food, and have nothing to do with me."
"It's not about this." Cersei said, "Before you were in charge of logistics, where did the food go? Why is there such a shortage of food in the city?"
Tyrion smiled and said: "Honorable Queen Mother, do you think I can conjure food? Why is there a shortage of food in the city? Is it because there has been no food transported..."
"Nonsense!" Cersei interrupted immediately, her eyes gleaming with the joy of revenge, "There have been grain ships from the free trade city-states across the Narrow Sea arriving at Port King's Landing. Where did the grain go?"
Countess Anya Waywood on the side spoke at the right time:
"During today's riots, some mobs stormed the granary and tried to grab grain. Of course, it has been suppressed now. However, my soldiers discovered that the bags in the granary were not filled with grain at all, but sand!"
"Master Tyrion, you didn't transfer the sand, did you?" Duke Roose Bolton also asked.
The white pupils of the lord of the Dreadfort have a palpitating magic.
But Tyrion felt a sense of absurdity.
He did not answer these questions, but turned his eyes to his father, as if to say—
You made a mess of yourself, explain it yourself.
But Duke Tywin didn't speak, just looked at his son with shining golden eyes.
The iron throne casts a huge shadow, covering the hand of the king, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
"Tyrion," Cersei said again, "couldn't it be you who hid the real food?"
"Ahahahaha..." Tyrion suddenly laughed out loud.
Laughed so wildly that he almost shed tears and was out of breath.
Laughter echoed in the empty throne room, but it made all the nobles feel angry.
"Enough! What's so funny?" Cersei snapped, "Tyrion! Now that King's Landing is at its most critical moment, how can you still laugh?"
"Why don't you laugh?" gasped Tyrion. "What a funny thing. Don't you think, Father?"
Duke Tywin didn't speak, just looked at his son with cold eyes.
Tyrion also seemed to feel a little bored, so he restrained his smile and said:
"Father, why don't you explain why the grain bags are full of sand?"
Duke Tywin finally spoke:
"Tyrion, you were responsible for the food and grass before, and you should explain it."
"Hahaha!" Tyrion laughed again, "Father, if you want to kill me, there is really no need to find these reasons!"
Cersei yelled: "Tyrion! Hand over the food! No one will save your life!"
Tyrion pretended to fiddle with his hands:
"Watch me do a magic trick, Dangdang—"
"Enough!" Mrs. Anya scolded, "This is a matter of life and death! It's not a juggling game! If there is no food, King's Landing can't hold it at all!"
Tyrion said: "I said earlier, you should surrender to Caesar immediately."
"Come on!" Duke Tywin shouted, "Put Tyrion in the dungeon! He will be judged tomorrow!"
"There is no judgement," cried Tyrion. "I am guilty! I am born guilty! I am a dwarf, a prank of the gods, evil incarnate, and the devil's advocate! You kill me for no reason! Kill me!" Me! Kill me, father!"
The guards pulled Tyrion down forcibly, but his voice was still echoing in the hall for a long time.
After a while of silence, Duke Roose Bolton said:
"Lord Tywin, the issue of food..."
"I will solve it." Duke Tywin said in a firm tone.
Out of trust in the king's hand, or because of his prestige, the nobles looked at each other in blank dismay, but did not speak again.
When the king announced the end of the meeting, everyone left one after another.
Cersei closely followed her father's footsteps and asked in a low voice:
"Father, the food problem..."
"I said it, I will solve it." Duke Tywin's tone was as flat as usual, with convincing magic.
But at this moment, Cersei could not give her father complete trust as before:
"If King's Landing can't hold it, we can actually withdraw to the Western Territory..."
Duke Tywin gave her a fixed look, and said:
"You don't have to worry about these, I will have a way to deal with Caesar."
After finishing speaking, he ignored his daughter, turned around and strode away.
Cersei watched her father's back gradually go away, but her frown did not relax.
For a long time, Duke Tywin has always been an unambiguous existence in the Lannister family, and he can even be called an omnipotent existence in the hearts of the clansmen.
No dilemma can stop the Lion of the West.
But at this moment, Cersei suddenly noticed that his back was a little stooped.
Father is getting old...