What really made him feel a hint of danger was that King's Landing had an extra part of the people, but he couldn't see where there was more.

They're hiding! Hidden in this chaotic and sprawling city.

That's the most dangerous, because they must be plotting something, so they need to hide themselves, so what are they plotting, Tyrion doesn't know, religion? Rebellion? Or revolt?

The kingdom has always been a threat to these points, but they can't threaten themselves, even if they come to find themselves, I'm afraid they will join forces to deal with those on the Iron Throne, their own reputation...... It's not good, although I'm a Lannister, but ...... Are you really a Lannister?

Tyrion lowered the two reports of the demographic anomaly into the brazier again and watched as it slowly burned out as if it had never been in this world, and Podrick watched silently, showing his usual silence.

Knock-knock-knock

The silent silence was interrupted by footsteps, and Bronn strode into Tyrion's room with his sword, and drank all the glasses of wine on the table in one go, then looked at Tyrion's numb expression and placed a thin piece of parchment in front of him.

"I hope it's worth the value of my glasses." Tyrion pulled the flask over and placed it to his side, then pushed the fruit towards Boron.

"Absolutely!" Boron didn't mind, he picked up a bunch of grapes, and quickly picked them and threw them into his mouth.

Tyrion silently read the parchment in his hand, then shook it at Boron. He made a casual gesture, and Tyrion threw the parchment into the brazier again.

It was quiet in the room and there wasn't much anyone outside. The Chancellor's residence was heavily fortified, and the golden-robed robes of the heavily armed city guards could occasionally be heard patrolling by.

Smacking his lips, Tyrion jumped out of his chair, picked up the flask and poured himself a glass of wine, and another one for Bronn, "Good news, but impossible." ”

"Why can't you say it's impossible?" Bronn asked a little strangely. "Don't say you also think that Dorne has no ambition and doesn't want to get involved in the Iron Throne."

Tyrion motioned for Podrick to go and fill the jug again. So he sipped the wine from his glass and said, "I don't know if Dorne has any intention of getting involved in the mainland, but one thing I know for sure. If they want to get involved in the game of the Seven Kingdoms, then he's not qualified. ”

"Dorne is a very powerful country." Bronn looked at Tyrion with the eyes of a madman, "Although they rarely leave the south because of the desert, it doesn't mean that Dorne is weak. ”

"Whether it is their cavalry, or their national strength, or even their army and gold coins, they are one of the few countries on the continent of Westeros, and if they join the battle, it will be like a group of cavalry rushing into the infantry. How could it be a small thing. ”

"I know." Podrick returned with the flask, and Tyrion snatched the jug he had poured for himself and poured himself a large glass. Then he handed the pot to Bolon.

"Dorne is strong, even stronger than the few forces that are currently deadlocked, but the game I'm talking about is not them."

"What's that?" Bronn asked rhetorically.

This time Tyrion shook his head and stopped talking, with an eerie smile on his face that only he knew. In this chess game, all the pieces have been changed. But when the real enemy of the north and the west strikes, if the seven countries do not unite, then no one will want to avoid this catastrophe.

Seeing that Tyrion was reluctant to speak, Bronn didn't ask, he took another drink, and then said, "I heard that Count Oberon has been very active in King's Landing lately, don't you have any opinion?" ”

A sneer erupted into Tyrion's rugged face, "Dorne is nothing, what can he do." ”

Bronn was silent, he knew too little about the wizard, and even if Tyrion mentioned it a few times, he was only at the level where the wizard would build a mercenary group.

But he didn't know that Tyrion was silently hovering in his heart, among the three, the power of the Seven Kingdoms was the weakest, followed by the strangers in the north, and Daenerys in the west, that is, the existence of the sorcerer, may be the most mysterious and powerful party.

More importantly, this arrangement is likely to be the final winner.

No one could stop him, and Tyrion held up his glass to hide the helpless smile that didn't know whether it was a sneer or a wry smile on his lips......

The soft sunlight passed through King's Landing, which was about to be enveloped in cold, and flew across the strait to the warmer Braavos, and the farther south, the warmer the city of Essos, leaping from meereen, where spices were scarce, to the city of its old neighbor, Sykay.

Tyrion hoped, or thought that the person who could stop the wizard without zài, was here, and there were two, and they might or may not have stopped him.

Yuan Kai was not as chaotic as he expected, the pedestrians on the street were orderly, but unlike Meereen, every guard here had a hideous face, wielding a leather whip in his hand, and controlled the life and death of the pedestrians on the street.

These slaves were numb, they honestly walked the streets, resigned to the control of the slave owners, heard that their brother Meereen was liberated, but did not know what the future of Yuan Kai would be.

The dilapidated houses are lined up in the middle of the city, and inside are some slaves who have no hope of living, and their lives here are very short, and they may disappear one day, but there are also some long-term slaves, who are the superior of the slaves, and their lives are relatively stable.

In a dilapidated house, a messy Tony Stark was holding a jar of untold raw wine drunk, his steel suit stacked next to the house, a pile of brightly colored modern steel and a dilapidated wooden house that looked out of place.

And I don't know how long he was drunk, but Barry Allen, who was tightly wrapped in a white cloth, appeared in the room instantly.

"Did you find out?" A drunken Tony asked in a daze.

Barry untied the clothes he was wrapping around his body, took off his hot hood again, wiped his sweat and said, "There's a clue, I think this news is useful." ”

"What's the news?" Tony asked, struggling to brace himself up, opening his eyes.

"To the south of the city, there is a city called Meereen, which was also slavery, but it was liberated by a woman named Daenerys, who I heard she was from Westeros, and they called her the Mother of Dragons."

"Women?" Tony paused and laughed.

Barry angrily threw the hood on his face and said angrily, "Don't always think about women, do you have any impression of these news, what kind of world are we in." ”

"Not impressed." Tony shrugged, "I still need to ask...... Wait, Westeros? What are their capitals called? (To be continued) R655