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  It is early morning at this moment, and the Prime Minister\'s Tower is dark and quiet. The hazy morning light slanted in from the high windows, covering the dark red walls with a deep halo, as if coagulated blood.

  The candles on the table flickered, and many black shadows swayed on the wall.

  Sisters of Silence dressed Lord Tywin as if he was going to fight. He was wearing the best gold-plated armor, a pair of golden lions lying on his shoulders, holding a gold-plated sword in both hands on his chest, but it was a pity that those eyes that shone with golden light were closed forever.

   I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Tyrion always felt that his father suddenly became much smaller after his death.

  The lion of the Western Territory who once ruled the seven kingdoms, now looks like a slightly crooked little old man.

   It must be because of the lack of those eyes.

  Duke Tywin\'s eyes are where his soul is tied. Those pure golden pupils can see through anyone\'s soul and see the weakness, incompetence and ugliness in everyone\'s heart.

   In the past, Tyrion was also trembling under the pressure of those eyes, but when he personally shot an arrow into his father\'s lower abdomen and wiped away the light from these eyes, Tyrion suddenly realized that Tywin was not as scary as he thought, nor was he as omnipotent as everyone thought.

  He is just an old man over fifty years old.

   Can\'t pull out gold either.

   Tyrion was especially sure of this.

   Peeling off that layer of golden body, Tywin Lannister is as weak, ugly, and even foul-smelling as everyone else, just like the smell he exudes at this time.

   "What\'s the smell?" The little king next to him couldn\'t help complaining.

   "It\'s the smell of death." Queen Mother Cersei told her son, while secretly cursing the silent sisters for not cleaning up her father\'s body.

  However, thinking of her father dying on the toilet, Cersei couldn\'t help being speechless. The stench of corruption in the nose has also become unbearable.

  She turned her head to look at her brother beside her. Tyrion was as motionless as a stone sculpture.

   "You haven\'t found the murderer who killed your father?" Cersei questioned.

  The murderer is right in front of your eyes. Tyrion glanced at his sister and said:

   "We found a passage in the fireplace in my father\'s room, and Loras Tyrell probably used it to escape..."

   "Escaped?" Cersei raised her voice, "The hand of the majestic king was assassinated in the Prime Minister\'s Tower, and you actually let the murderer escape?"

   "The soldiers are still searching in the secret passage, maybe there will be good news later."

   "I don\'t want any possibilities! You must catch the murderer of your father!" Cersei said in an orderly tone, "Varys is most familiar with the secret passages of the Red Castle, what about others? You should go to him!"

  Tyrion doesn\'t intend to talk to his sister, but he does want to talk to Varys.

  Seeing Varys hiding in the corner of the door, Tyrion took the opportunity to leave his sister behind and walked over.

  Varys saw Tyrion coming towards him, made a gesture, and walked out of the room.

  Tyrion followed.

  The two came to the promenade. At this time, the sun had climbed up to the sky and was emitting golden brilliance, covering the entire city of King\'s Landing.

   "Caesar sent a messenger." Varys stood still under a chandelier and said softly.

   "Oh? What condition?"

   "Surrender within three days, and Caesar will hold no one accountable."

   "What about the existing titles and titles?"

   "He didn\'t give a guarantee on this."

  Tyrion shrugged and said, "Many people will probably not be satisfied with such a condition."

  Varys shook his head and said:

   "If you are not satisfied, then fight. Caesar has the advantage now, how could he be willing to give in easily."

   "Of course I understand this. But I am afraid that some people will not see the situation clearly, and they are not willing to admit defeat."

  Varys chuckled and said, "This is your chance to perform."

   "Me?" Tyrion froze for a moment, "What do you mean?"

   "How did your father show his loyalty to the new king, Robert Baratheon, during the Reaver\'s War?"

   "He led an army into King\'s Landing and offered his allegiance to Robert with the corpses of the Mad King and his grandchildren." Tyrion rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You mean, I should prepare some gifts for the Storm King too?"

   "That\'s right." Varys said meaningfully, "You have to prepare more gifts so that you can face His Majesty Caesar in the future."

  Tyrion understood that what Varys said was not just a suggestion, but a warning.

  Although everyone now believes that Loras Tyrell assassinated Duke Tywin, Varys knows the truth, and Caesar must also know the truth.

  With the deadly handle of patricide, Tyrion knew that his fate was already in the hands of the Storm King.

   This is not necessarily a bad thing.

  If they get along with each other, Tyrion will be more willing to let someone who has the handle in his hands control the western border.

  So, as long as he is obedient and obedient, it will be easier to gain Caesar\'s trust.

  Father Tywin refused to recognize his son until his death, and refused to hand over Casterly Rock to him, but Tyrion wanted to become Duke of Casterly Rock, Guardian of the West, and even...Hand of the King!

  Ambition spread like wildfire in his chest, Tyrion finally made up his mind at this moment.

   "If we want the northern nobles to recognize the reality, we must be ruthless!"

  Varys smiled gratifiedly after hearing the words: "How can you be so cruel?"

   "Choose the one who jumps the most and kill it! Others will naturally know what to do."

   "Who do you choose?"

  Tyrion considered for a moment and said:

   "Roose Bolton of the Dreadfort!"

   "Why him?"

   "The current nominal leaders of the three northern territories are the Frey family of the Riverlands, the Waywood family of the Valley, and the Bolton family of the Northern Territory. These three families are the new forces selected by my father to replace the original three families of the Osprey.

   So they must be the last to want Caesar to enter King\'s Landing.

   Among them, the Frey family is a fool, and Walder Frey is not in the city. Sir Stevron alone can\'t support the scene, so there is nothing to fear;

  As for Countess Anya Waywood of the valley, after all, she is only the guardian of the valley. Although she holds the heir of the valley, the Duke of the valley is not dead yet, and she does not have enough prestige among the nobles of the valley;

  So Roose Bolton is the most suitable, he is also the strongest and most dangerous one.

  However, if you kill him, you need to find a good reason..."

  Hearing this, Varys said:

   "I have a good reason."

"What?"

   "Aren\'t you engaged to Miss Sansa Stark? Roose Bolton committed a lot of murders in Winterfell, and forced Duke Eddard Stark to become a night watchman. You can kill him in the name of avenging your fiancée."

   "This reason... is okay." Tyrion shrugged indifferently. He understood that since he chose to be Caesar\'s knife, he shouldn\'t be afraid of getting his hands dirty.

  Even if this ruined his reputation, and even made a death feud with the Dreadfort, he must bite the bullet and kill Roose Bolton.

  Varys looked at Tyrion, and suddenly showed a mysterious smile:

   "If you are determined to kill Roose Bolton, there may be two people who can help you."

"who?"

   "Miss Sansa and Miss Arya of House Stark."

   "Who?" Tyrion\'s eyes widened, "If you\'re talking about the \'Sansa\' my father prepared for me..."

   "No. It\'s the real Sansa Stark." Varys said, "Miss Stark who can win you back the hearts of the nobles in the North."