Sitting around the bonfire, Sang Feng Clicang raised his head and drank ale, then said disdainfully: "Only fools will go to be crows, wait and see, Lord Wizard, if you are not careful, I will run away."

"It seems I should suggest Stark put you in the prison car."

Charles responded absent-mindedly, and his right hand subconsciously stroked his forehead.

"The wolf is anxious to go home, and the prison car is slowing down, so he won't do it." The hunting dog was quite calm about this.

"Maybe it will cut your head off."

"Will I be afraid?" The hunting dog scoffed at it.

"Are you afraid of witchcraft? Just like your former master, first with your arms, then your thighs, then your head, and finally your eggs."

So the hunting dog shut his mouth decisively.

He raised his head to drink, held the wine glass in both hands, and the chains on his wrists sounded crisply. After a while, he said:

"I guess your witchcraft is not much the same as what others say."

"how?"

"If you can kill someone else casually, you don't need to escape from prison in Red Fortress. It would be much easier to threaten Stannis directly. I didn't see you retaliate against him afterwards."

"That's right." Charles did not want to explain anything to him, so he nodded. "But Sang Feng Clican is much easier to deal with than Stannis, and there will be no consequences."

The hunting dog glanced at him and then changed the subject and said, "Junlin's idiots are crazy. Sending you out of the city is like a dead father, crying and screaming. I also saw someone running to kiss your horse's butt, but he was kicked and his mouth was broken. It's so fucking funny."

Shire glanced at him, but did not respond, so the hunting dog fell down the wooden cup in his hand, with his purpose self-evident.

"It's a fucking honor to be served by the Wizard himself, but I'm a little scared. Why don't you have a servant?"

"I'm not used to attendants," Charles said, and got up and went back to the tent to get the wine bag.

As a result, he came out again, and the big man who was still there just now actually disappeared.

"Really run? You really do what you say."

Shire was speechless.

As he said, the prison car was too slow, but the man chose the latter in front of beheading and wearing black clothes. Stark couldn't kill him. He had a special identity and was worried that he would let him go.

So it was Shire's turn to play.

It seems that everyone has much confidence in his curse, except himself.

"But who would know that this thing is just a paper tiger?"

If it weren't for the sake of "surviving prison together", Charles wouldn't have paid attention to this guy who once wanted to take his life.

He sighed secretly, took out his ragdoll and a steel needle, and was hesitating about where to teach him a deep pain, but found that the hunting dog that had just disappeared appeared again.

It was just that it was not alone, and he was struggling to carry a short guy in his tied hands.

"Who is this?"

"Who else can this short man look so ugly?"

"Before you say this, please look in the mirror." The dwarf who was held in his hand said dissatisfiedly: "Anyone in the Seven Kingdoms is qualified to say that I am ugly, except for Sang Feng and Clicang."

"I don't want to cause trouble for myself." The hunting dog grinned, then threw the person in his hand to the ground.

This rough behavior made people very dissatisfied. He said, "I should have asked my sister to send you to dig the cesspool instead of being a knight!"

"I'm not from Lannister's house now."

"Yes, what a loyal dog. Xiao Qiao must be very pleased to see your new master." The dwarf said, turned around and looked at Charles after he found that he had appeared and did not attract other people's attention.

"Tyrion Lannister, the defeated wizard's men, they usually call me a little demon, maybe we have some common topics."

"Does anyone know?" Charles shrugged: "But before that, maybe you should talk about how you got in?"

Although this garrison is temporary, it is impossible to let others touch it without knowing it, so Charles is very surprised about this.

"Often people ignore this thing, but this is my only weapon." The dwarf pointed to his head.

"He has been hiding in the tree for a long time and his body has become stiff." The hunting dog said: "I have long noticed that someone is sneaking on his head, but I just don't bother to pay attention to it."

Tyrion ignored the sarcasm of the hunting dog, but looked at Charles with a serious look on his face: "I'm here to find you."

"Why are you looking for me?" Charles was quite puzzled.

"I have to thank you for letting me go last time. Now, I still have to pray that you will do that this time, but I won't mention this for now."

Tyrion turned his head carefully and looked around, then whispered: "There are a bunch of dangerous things buried under the king's land. If you don't care, you will sooner or later blow up the entire city into the sky."

"What's the matter?"

"fire."

"fire?"

"Wildfire, something that existed since the age of the Mad King," Tyrion said, proposing seriously: "Maybe you can use witchcraft to make them real toys, but I think you'd better call Stark Raven Notify King Landing."

"If you are saying it is true, and he has the King's Landing Raven." Shire didn't comment.

Since leaving King Landing, he has never seen any servants or scholars in the army who cared for crows, nor has he seen any birds for contact.

It seemed as if Stark had no intention of contacting him again after leaving King Landing.

Moreover, who can know whether what he said is true?

Perhaps seeing the suspicion on Charles' face, the short man said seriously: "Please believe me, sir, I swear by the reputation of the Lannister family, all I just said is the truth!"

"Where did you get the truth?"

Tyrion was silent for a moment and said, "My innocent brother and the fool sister."

"How did they know?"

"My brother knows it from my sister, and how could my sister... not know the order she gave herself?"

Hearing this, Charles basically believed it, so he straightened his body and looked a little solemn.

"So what you said is true? There are a lot of wildfires buried under the King's Landing?"

"If I come here at the risk of being cut off from my head and feeding mosquitoes for half a night, maybe I'm telling lies."

"Where is the time of the wildfire outbreak?"

"I don't know, but I think as soon as Lan Li's army enters King's Landing, the people who stay there will ignite them."

Once you enter the king's land?

Charles thought secretly.

Before the northerners left, Stannis did not leave immediately, perhaps because of unwillingness or other reasons.

However, three days have passed now, and I think the situation in King's Landing should have changed.

"Why send you here?" he asked again.

"Who is more reliable than Lannister's own people? If this news spreads, Lannister will be finished."

"Isn't it coming out now?"

"Now? No conclusive evidence has been left, no one dares to be sure. Everyone knows that the little devil has always liked to talk nonsense."

"This news can't be hidden after the wildfire broke out."

Tyrion shrugged: "If you remember correctly, it is the last kingdom occupied by you, the northerners and Stannis."

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"Why don't you go directly to King's Landing to inform?"

"Who knows when those things will break out? Although dwarfs are always discriminated against, I haven't lived enough yet; and from Kaiyan City, you are much closer than King's Landing."

After looking at him a few times, Charles nodded.

"Okay, let me ask if there is any raven of King's Landing here."

Seeing him getting up and going, Tyrion suddenly said, "Maybe you should think of a way, many people regard you as a god."

Shire looked back.

"Do you really think I am a God?"

"If there is no raven, you should also send someone to notify you."

"As you said, when will it break out? Who will send? What is the difference between sending people at this time and sending death? Can you determine where King Lin was buried in the wildfire? But this shouldn't be a question I'm considering, and it's a headache for Stark."

Tyrion was silent for a moment, then grinned.

"After you say this, my fear of you has become much smaller."

"Then congratulations."

Charles smiled, and then saw that he was pale and couldn't help but say, "If I were you, I should have a rest first."

"Here? If I consider suicide, this is a good suggestion." The short man said, looked around, then got up and planned to leave, preparing to continue running up to feed the mosquitoes.

However, just as he turned around, the back of his neck was hit hard by the hunting dog who had been listening to it for a long time, and then rolled his eyes and fainted.

Facing Charle's strange gaze, he said, "I care whether it's wildfire or not. Lannister has always been valuable."

"You weren't Lannister's Knight before?"

"Fuck Lannister." The hunting dog spat with disdain.
Chapter completed!