What really made him feel a sense of danger was that Jun Lin had more people in this group, but he couldn't see where there was more.

They are hidden! Hidden in this chaotic and huge city.

This is the most dangerous, because they must be planning something, so they need to hide themselves, so what are they planning, Tyrion does not know, religion? Rebellion? Or revolt?

The Kingdom has always been these few threats, but they cannot threaten themselves, even if they come to find themselves, I am afraid they will also work together to deal with those on the Iron Throne, their own reputation. . Not so good, although I am a Lannister, but. . Are you really Lannister?

Tyrion put two reports of demographic anomalies into the brazier again and watched it burn down slowly, just like it had never appeared in this world. Podrick watched silently, showing He was always silent.

Boom--Boom--

A sound of footsteps interrupted the tacit silence between the two of them. Pollon Dang Erdang strode into the room where Tyrion was with his saber on his shoulder. He drank all the glasses of wine on the table in one breath, and then looked at the mention. Lyon's numb expression placed a thin piece of parchment in front of him.

"Hopefully it's worth the value of my few glasses of wine." Tyrion pulled the jug, put it on his side, and then pushed the fruit towards Polong.

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

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

The room was quiet and there was no one outside. The Finance Minister’s residence is still very rigorously defended, and occasionally you can hear the heavily armed City Guards patrol through the golden robe.

Sucking his lips, Tyrion jumped from the chair, picked up the jug and poured himself a glass of wine, and poured another glass to Pollon. "The news is good, but impossible."

"Why is it impossible?" Pollon asked strangely. "Don't say you don't think Dorn has ambitions, and he doesn't want to be involved in the Iron Throne."

Tyrion motioned to Podrick to fill the jug again. So while tasting the wine in the glass, he said, "I don’t know if Donne’s meaning is to touch the mainland, but I’m pretty sure that if they want to blend into the game of the Seven Kingdoms, then he still Not qualified."

"Dorn is a very powerful country." Pollon looked at Tyrion with a lunatic look. "Although they rarely leave the South because of the desert, it does not mean that Dorn is weak."

"Whether they are cavalry, national power, even the army and the gold coins, they are among the best countries on the Westeros continent. If they join the battle, it may be that the infantry rushed into a team of cavalry. How could it be A little thing."

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

"Dorn is very strong, even stronger than the few forces that are now deadlocked, but the game I am talking about is not them."

"Which is it?" Polon asked back.

This time Tyrion shook his head and stopped talking, with a strange smile on his face, which only he knew. In this board game, all the pieces have been changed again. But when the real enemies of the North and the West strike, if the seven nations do not unite, then no one wants to escape this catastrophe.

Seeing Tyrion's reluctance to say, Bolon didn't ask, he took another drink and said, "I heard that Earl Oberon was very active in King's Land recently, don't you have any idea?"

Tyrion sneered on the rugged face, "Dorn is nothing, what can he do."

Bolon was right. He knew too little about the wizard. Even if Tyrion mentioned it a few times, he only stayed at the level where the wizard would build a mercenary regiment.

But he did not know that Tyrion was silently circling in his heart. Among the three, the power of the Seven Kingdoms was the weakest, followed by the alien ghost in the north, and Daenerys in the west, which represented the existence of the wizard, Probably the most mysterious and powerful party.

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

No one could stop him, Tyrion picked up a glass of wine to cover the helpless smile of his mouth, whether it was a sneer or a bitter smile.

. . .

The soft sunlight passes through the monarchy, which is about to be enveloped by the cold, crosses the strait, and flies over to the warmer Bravos. The southward, the warmer the city of Essos, the Milin, which is in shortage of spices, is coming. Into the city of its old neighbor Yuan Kai.

Tyrion looked forward to, or thought that there was no one who could stop the wizard, right here, and there were two. They may or may not have stopped him.

Yuan Kai did not have the chaos that was expected. The pedestrians on the street were well-organized, but unlike Mi Lin, every guard here had a terrible face, waving the leather whip in his hand, and mastering the life and death of the pedestrians on the street~ lightnovelpub.net~The slaves were numb. They walked down the street honestly and accepted the slave master's control. I heard that their brother Milin was liberated, but I don't know what Yuankai's future will be.

The dilapidated houses are arranged in the middle of the city. Inside are some hopeless slaves. Their life here is very short, maybe one day will disappear, but there are also some long-serving slaves. They are the first class of slaves, and their lives are relatively stable. .

In a dilapidated house, Tony Stark was holding a jar of drunken, unknown raw materials. His steel suits were stacked next to the house. A bunch of colorful modern steel products and The dilapidated wooden house looked out of place.

Without knowing how long he was drunk, the stern Barry Allen, wrapped in white cloth, instantly appeared in the room.

"Have you figured it out?" the drunk Tony asked confusedly.

Barry unbuttoned his clothes and took off his hot hood again. He wiped a sweat and said, "A little clue, I think this news is very useful."

"What news?" Tony asked, struggling to support himself, opening his eyes.

"On the south side of the city, there is a city called Milin, which is also slavery, but was liberated by a woman called Daenerys. I heard that she is from Westeros, and they called her the mother of dragons."

"Women?" Tony froze for a moment, and hehe laughed.

Barry dropped his hood angrily on his face and said angrily, "Don't always think about women, do you have any impression of these news, which world are we in?"

"No impression." Tony shrugged. "You still need to inquire.. Wait, Westeros? What's their capital?" (To be continued) R655