The formal talks will begin after the banquet, without the guarantee of guest etiquette, Tyrion refused to talk about anything about coming to the North.

Lynn looked at Tyrion in surprise, "As a Lannister, you really believe in the etiquette of the guest. Don't tell me before the bloody wedding, your Lion family is not aware of it?"

Tyrion knew that the bloody wedding Lynn mentioned refers to the encounter between Robb Stark and a group of vassals in Twin City, and he thought this description was very appropriate.

He thought about it and shrugged, "Putting aside these things, our Lannister family still has some self-esteem, right?"

Lynn scoffed: "Self-esteem? Does your mocking tone and overly contemptuous attitude make you feel self-esteem? I think it's self-esteem. It's proud, greedy, and obsessed with power."

Tyrion was stunned and then grinned again, "This is like the evaluation of my brother James Lannister, but on the contrary, my brother is the most arrogant in my family, and my father is the embodiment of greed. As for my good sister, obsessed with power is as important as breathing. Only I am a innocent lamb. How about it, do you want me to bleat twice for you?"

Lynn is sure now that this guy must have been for James Lannister.

The banquet at Fishing Village Harbor was quickly arranged and held smoothly.

Tyrion sat on the bench, leaning against his guard Bolon, sipping the wine in his cup, and a little black dog was lazily lying on his feet.

The last time Tyrion came to the north, he enjoyed the steaming fire with King Robert in the halls of Winterfell, the fragrant barbecue and freshly baked bread.

And now.

In the hall of Lord Lynn's mansion, there was a singer playing with a harp and singing a song. There was a fire inside. Tyrion, who was sitting outside the hall, could not hear clearly or feel the warmth.

Behind Tyrion was a flag-holding hand. The roaring lion flag of the Lannister family in his hand could not float in the cold. The cold breeze blew by, making a corner of the flag scatter on Tyrion's face on the bench.

The little demon threw the flag back in anger, then tightened his cloak to resist the cold, shook his neck legs and looked beside him, and said, "It's really a world of decline. Lynn held a banquet, but threw the guests outside the banquet hall."

Bolon smiled. The strong ale in his hand was very suitable for his taste. "Isn't this a retribution? The Stark family once grandly welcomed you three siblings, but you all came together to destroy his family."

Bolon is really a bold guard, unlike any guard.

The little devil glared at him, "Go to the banquet hall to fill in more wine and meat. If there is a charcoal stove, it's best to bring one out for me."

Bolon protested dissatisfiedly, "You should be happy. If the regicide was not still locked in the North, on Judgment Day, you would be deprived of everything in King's Landing. If I were you, you would not welcome your brother back, but let Lynn kill him, so that you would be the heir of the Lannister family."

After Bolon said that, he patted his butt and left.

The little demon's nest fire threw the barbecue on the plate to the ground. The little black dog lying at his feet finally waited for the opportunity and started to bite it.

A black shadow suddenly enveloped him. He turned his head and found that the tall Clicar was approaching him as sinister as a steep cliff. The coal smoke-colored black armor was like a stain in the bright sunshine.

He had already put down the mask on his helmet, which was shaped like a fierce hound with a grin and roaring grin, which was shocking, but Tyrion thought that the mask was much more beautiful than Clicarn's burnt face.

"Sir, what are you thinking? Come over from afar. Are you planning to let Lynn guard guard and hijack the two Lannister young masters at the same time?"

The voice of the hunting dog Crigan came from his helmet, and his original grin turned into an empty rumbling.

"You defector is actually hiding here, although you still call me an adult," replied Tyrion Lannister. "But don't think about going back, otherwise you will die ugly. And you don't have to worry about me. My father would rather have no heir than see me inherit the Lannister family."

He looked around the square and asked again: "Do you know where my brother is locked up?"

"Maybe, having lunch with the king in the dungeon."

"Ahhh," said Tyrion, "King? Lynn is already the king? The ambitions of this upstart are like wildfire."

The hunting dog corrected: "James was locked in a prison where he could walk freely. The king was not Lynn, but a Gripen beast who often went to guard the prison."

Tyrion claimed to be smart, but still found that his mind suddenly couldn't calculate it. "Do you call a beast king?"

"It's more king than Joffrey, majestic and won't escape at the last minute."

The little devil suddenly found that he could easily think about problems from other people's perspectives and quickly recognized them. Now he agreed with the comments of Hunter's comments on his dead former king's nephew.

"Okay, in comparison, even a dog is better than that fool as a king, but what's the matter with you coming to me?"

"Oh, Lord Lynn's banquet has just ended, I just think you can go in."

Tyrion suddenly stood up, raised his chest and nodded to Sandor Clicang for thanking him, then lifted up his deformed legs, and walked away with all his might, cursing the guard Bolon in his heart that he didn't even come out to inform him.

The little demon reenters Lynn's lord's mansion.

A servant waited early in front of the gate and led him to the place where he talked to Lynn.

After passing through the vestibule, I came to a large garden and saw Lynn waiting in front of an open-air table.

After the two of them sat down, Tyrion said to Lynn: "Even though you know that the north is cold, you still choose to talk about things outside. Compared to here, I would rather stay on the boat."

Lynn said strangely: "This is your fault. I don't have a short stool at home, and the bench here is the right height. You don't want me to arrange someone to hold you to the seat, right?"

Tyrion's face turned dark and dark.

"This way, we can go to the brothel to talk about things. I no longer want to blow the northwest wind. This makes me lose interest in talking about things. I still remember the fact that you moved the twin city. I heard that all the brothels in Twin City have moved to your village port and take me to see it."

Lin Neng looked at the little devil like a fool and said, "Do you know whose territory this place is? Do you know who wants to ask for? If you don't understand the principle of following the host, and you are in a hurry to meet with your brother James, I can send someone to you in advance. He is very happy in the north. I heard that he has gained weight recently."

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