Chapter 238: The Imp’s Preparation

"The Imp" Tyrion Lannister wore a heavy woollen coat and was walking in the cold cellar.

"How far is it?" he asked.

"We are here, my lord." The Hallyne the Pyromancer, held the torch and led Tyrion deep into the underground of Rhaenys Hills.

Tyrion walked patiently for a while and finally came to a relatively spacious underground hall, with damp walls covered with saltpeter.

The pyromancer stopped at the door of the hall, left the torch outside, and carefully walked in with only a sealed candle oil lamp.

It seems that fire must be treated here with extreme caution.

"My lord, look, this is the substance I told you about."

Tyrion picked up a jar and observed it carefully. It was a fiery red clay round jar, about the size of a palm.

"Sir, please be careful. The clay shell is very brittle, so don't break it." Pyromancer Hallyne looked very nervous.

This attitude also made Tyrion cautious. He opened the bottle cap carefully and looked at the green turbid liquid inside.

"Is this [Wildfire]?"

"Yes, sir. This is the crystallization of the wisdom of the wise."

'This is the madness of the "Mad King." 'Tyrion complained secretly.

But now he needed this kind of thing, so he asked: "I heard that once this thing burns, even water can't put it out?"

"Yes. This substance can penetrate into cloth, wood, leather, and even steel, making them burn together, and even water couldn't put it out until everything is reduced to ashes."

"Very good. I like this crystallization of wisdom very much. How many jars of this crystallization you have?"

"About eight thousand jars."

"Eight thousand!" Tyrion was startled, "How come there are so many?"

The Pyromancer , chuckled: "The Mad King liked this kind of thing very much back then, so we made a lot of it."

He hesitated and then said that the king asked them to bury such things in every corner of King's Landing and was prepared to burn the entire city with fire.

Tyrion curled his lips and said, "I need this kind of thing. The Soldier's from the City Garrison will come to you later, and you are responsible for teaching them how to safely arrange and use [Wildfire]."

"Okay, sir..."

Leaving the cellar, Tyrion rode towards the Red Keep.

As he approached the castle, he found a large number of ragged civilians gathered in the square outside the city gate, shouting for food.

The accompanying guards became nervous after seeing him, drew their swords, and tried to drove away the civilians.

The Kings-guard in the castle were also dispatched, and Tyrion was welcomed in without any danger.

King's Landing's food supply has begun to have problems. Tyrion understands this but at this time, he could only be extremely grateful that his uncle had taken those 50,000 young men away.

Although he sympathized with the hungry civilians, he couldn't produce food, and now, he had more important things to deal with.

Suppressing these chaotic thoughts, Tyrion stepped into the drawing room of the Tower of the Hand, where a group of blacksmiths knelt down to greet him.

Tyrion climbed onto the seat that was a little high for him, motioned for everyone to get up, and said:

"Masters, I have called you here because I have an important task to entrust you with."

The blacksmiths exchanged glances with each other.

Then one of them said:

"My lord, please give us your instructions."

Tyrion waved, and Bronn came over with a canvas bag and poured out the contents.

There was a dull thud of metal on the blanket.

"This is your mission." Tyrion pointed to the things on the ground and said, "I need a thousand similar steel rings."

A blacksmith picked up the things on the ground and looked carefully, and found that they were three thick steel rings. Steel chains, connected to each other.

"My lord, what do you want this thing for?"

"Don't worry about this." Tyrion waved his hand and said, "I'm just asking if you can make a thousand of them in five days."

"It's not difficult to make this thing. But a thousand is a bit too much, and you asked for it to be made in five days. I'm afraid..."

"A thousand in five days. It must be done!" Tyrion showed a tough attitude, "I have already ordered the other blacksmith shop's and they have already started to build this thing, working day and night, putting aside all other work."

The blacksmith was confused: "But your lord, Her Majesty the Queen Mother has ordered us to step up the production of more armours, swords, and axes, saying that..."

"Stop that immediately ." Tyrion said, "Make the chains for me first."

"My lord, but Her Majesty the Queen Mother said that if the armour and weapons cannot be delivered as scheduled, our hands will be chopped ."

"That won't happen. I promise you." Tyrion said, secretly cursing Cersei for always causing trouble.

The blacksmiths felt relieved and then asked:

"Sir, the price of iron in the city has been getting higher and higher recently. Forging this chain requires a lot of pig iron and coke."

"Just tell me how much it costs." Tyrion promised, "A Lannister always pays his debts".

After dealing with these blacksmiths, Tyrion did not bother to rest, got up and went to Maegor's Tower.

As he entered the Queen Mother's chamber, the harp and singing ceased.

"Oh, Lancel, my dear cousin, I didn't expect you to have such a beautiful voice." Tyrion walked briskly to the bed with his short legs.

He suddenly felt bad for his brother James.

This woman whom my brother loved deeply, in his most difficult moment, had actually found a replacement so quickly.

Hearing this sarcastic compliment, Lancel Lannister immediately grimaced: "Tyrion, did the Queen summon you?"

"No." Tyrion admitted, "I'm sorry to disturb your enjoyment. But I really have something important to discuss with my sister."

Cersei was lazily leaning on the bed at this time, her feet were bare, and her golden hair was fluffy and beautiful, she looked up, her beautiful green eyes twinkling showing a light of resentment:

"Dwarf, get out!"

"Dear sister, you look so charming tonight," Tyrion flattered first, and then said, "Before you drive me away, should you listen to what I'm going to say?"

Cersei bit her red lips and said fiercely: "What good thing can you bring?"

"It's not really a good thing," Tyrion shrugged, "But it's a matter of life and death, the life and death of all of us. So, can you let me talk to you alone?"

Lancel didn't want to leave, but when he saw the Queen winking at him, he had no choice but to leave angrily, but before leaving, he didn't forget to give his cousin a vicious look.

Hearing the door slam shut, Tyrion jumped on the gorgeous bed and said with a smile: "I heard that Robert died on this bed, and you still keep it?"

"It gives me sweet dreams," Cersei pushed him and said. "Okay, if you have anything to say, say it quickly, and get out of here immediately ."

Tyrion got up from the ground, rubbed his painful knee, turned around, and smiled, saying: "I have received news that Stannis Baratheon has reorganized his army on Dragonstone and is expected to launch an attack on King's Landing in five or six days."

Cersei jumped up from the bed and shouted: "Damn it! And you're still here smiling like a pumpkin at a harvest feast! Have the city garrison assembled? Have you sent a message to Harrenhal? And Kevan, Kevan should not have been allowed to lead the remaining army!! What a damn Stormland!"

"Uncle Kevan's 'army' staying in King's Landing will only make the situation in the city worse," Tyrion waved his hand and reassured. "Okay, sister, don't worry, I have made arrangements. As long as Stannis dares to come, I promise to turn his fleet into fireworks."

"Really?" Cersei looked at her brother with extremely distrustful eyes. "What have you arranged?"

"Didn't I tell you, there are fireworks. Oh, by the way, there is also this iron chain," Tyrion showed a mysterious smile.

But this smile looked particularly hateful in Cersei's eyes, so she slapped her brother.

"Ouch!" Tyrion covered his cheek and protested angrily. "Do you realise that I'm trying to save the family and save your life?"

"It's up to you," Cersei said disdainfully. "In addition to knowing how to seduce whores, what else can you do?"

Tyrion didn't bother to reply, and just said: "I have asked the blacksmiths to give my order priority, so your armours will wait for now."

"You made me wait?" Cersei suddenly became furious and slapped her brother in the face again.

This time, Tyrion saw that the situation was not good and ran away quickly, saying: "Cersei, Father has warned you, obey my orders. If you don't want to be married off to the Iron Islands and serve that smelly old squid, you'd better be polite to me."

Cersei finally calmed down after hearing her brother point to her father. But there was still anger in her eyes: "Don't be complacent! Little Imp, sooner or later, you will fall into my hands!"

Tyrion shrugged, not taking his sister's threat to heart. Then said: "One more thing. On the day Stannis attacks the city, I will need to ask His Majesty the King to show up on the tower to boost morale."

"Don't even think about it!" Cersei suddenly became furious and let out an astonishing scream.

Tyrion expected that his sister would object, but he did not expect her reaction to be so violent. He tried to comfort her: "Don't worry, I don't want Tommen to fight. He just needs to wear armour and show up at the top of the city next time. I promise There will be no danger."

"Impossible!" Cersei still screamed. "You have already taken away my daughter, and now you want to take my last child! Don't think about it! Don't think about it!"

Tyrion was also angry: "I'm not here to discuss with you, this matter must be done. Think about it carefully, if King's Landing is unfortunately breached, how will your son be safe? Stannis will hang the head of Tommen, your, and mine on the city walls."

"No, no!" Cersei broke down and cried.

This time Tyrion was dumbfounded. It had been years since he'd seen his sister cry, and even as a child at Casterly Rock, Cersei wasn't a girl who loved to cry.

When his sister cries, it seems that as a younger brother, he should comfort her... But... this is Cersei...

Tyrion hesitantly moved his short legs, came to his sister, and tentatively patted her shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" Cersei twisted away.

Tyrion sighed and said: "I swear to you, if anything happens to Tommen, I will pay for it with my life. okay?"

Cersei sniffed and said angrily: "If I was born a man. Then Father would have handed the power to me, not you idiot dwarf!"

Tyrion shrugged: "Okay, dear sister, the idiot dwarf has to defend the city. You have fought hard so you should rest early. In addition, I wish you will have a second child soon."

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