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Game of Thrones: The Drogon Voice

A normal person transmigrates into Drogon's body with knowledge of the future, and Daenerys hears his thoughts. All rights to their respective creators I am just a translator who uploads this book. Sorry if there are translation errors in the chapters.

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Chapter 60: The Judgment of the Gods

The method Jaime mentioned was the same method that Eddard used to survive when he was convicted of treason. Tyrion didn't want to follow Eddard's path to death.

And Cersei's words just now completely blocked Tywin's way. I wonder how Tywin feels after losing an uncontrollable grandson and now having a disobedient daughter.

Meeting Cersei's resentful gaze, and seeing Jaime's helplessness and his father's eyes as if he was looking at a dead person, Tyrion knew that he would definitely not survive today.

"Do you admit your guilt?" Tywin asked.

Tyrion glanced at the Inquisitor and nobles such as Cersei who were sitting on the podium, as well as the new King Tommen who was quietly watching the trial on the second-floor stands.

Little Tommen, who always asked me to tell him stories about the Seven Kingdoms when he was a child and always laughed out loud because of me, turned his head away quickly when he met my gaze, as if he was afraid to avoid me.

The nobles in the stands had already started to shout slogans: "Kill the regicide! Cut off his head!"

Looking at the nobles whom he had saved but were now eager to kill him, Tyrion's resentment towards his father and sister since childhood and his ruthless anger towards the nobles he had saved completely erupted.

"I am guilty. I was born in the Lannister family! I am guilty of being a dwarf! I saved you ungrateful people. But I don't admit to murdering Joffrey, but I really hope that I killed that perverted little monster. I not only want to kill him, I want to kill all of you! In order to kill you, I would rather fall into the seven levels of hell forever!" Tyrion was so excited that he shouted hoarsely.

"Kill him! Kill him!" The nobles in the audience stood up and shouted loudly when they heard Tyrion's curse-filled and resentful words.

Looking at the hypocritical nobles who were excited at this time, Tyrion sneered and stared at his father Tywin and said: "I request a trial by combat!"

After Tyrion finished speaking, the hall fell silent instantly. Trial by combat was a long-standing method of adjudication in Westeros.

When the defendant is unable to effectively defend himself or herself against his or her crimes, he or she may request a trial by combat to exonerate himself or herself. The two parties in the combat can be the plaintiff and the defendant himself or she may find someone to fight on his or her behalf.

An Inquisitor may overrule this ruling, but few do.

Trial by combat was hailed as the judgment of the gods. If the judge rejected the defendant's request, the public would think that the judgment was unfair and false, and it would be difficult to convince them.

Tywin didn't expect Tyrion to use this method to survive. Looking at the nobles who were watching him, Tywin nodded and said, "As an inquisitor, I agree to your request."

When Cersei first heard Tyrion's request, she was about to stand up and object, but then she thought of something and sat back in her seat quietly, her expression full of amusement.

Varys didn't expect the trial to develop into a trial by combat. He originally planned to take Tyrion away quietly before beheading him after he was convicted, but he didn't expect that he would actually ask for a trial by combat.

Jaime frowned and looked worried at everyone present. Cersei was about to object but somehow calmed down. Other nobles lowered their heads in thought, while others waited to watch the fun as if it was none of their business.

When Varys saw the Dornish prince Oberyn with a thoughtful expression, his heart trembled. Suddenly he thought of something. He turned back and looked at Cersei. Could it be that the words of the mysterious man about Oberyn had come true here?

If so, then the mysterious man not only had extensive information, but also had the ability to predict the future? Otherwise, how did he know that Tyrion would ask for a trial by combat? Would Oberyn, who hated the Lannisters, fight in Tyrion's place?

He had always asked the little bird in King's Landing to keep an eye on Oberyn's movements and tell him immediately if he found that he was going to cause trouble for the Mountain.

Later he discovered that Oberyn went to brothels with his mistress almost every day, and had met Tyrion, who was then the finance minister and usher. It was unknown why Tywin had looked for him.

Apart from these, Varys found no other signs that Oberyn was going to cause trouble for the Mountain, so he temporarily put aside Drogon's letter about Oberyn.

Varys didn't expect that the two would meet during the trial by combat. It seems that he has to convey the news of the mysterious man to Oberyn as soon as possible, Varys thought to himself.

He glanced at Oberyn who had risen from the judge's seat, and also stood up and left his seat.

......

In the dungeon, Tyrion suddenly had a bad feeling when he saw Jaime walking in with a grim look on his face.

"Will Bronn not fight for me?" he asked eagerly.

Bronn once took part in the trial by combat in the Eyrie on behalf of Tyrion, defeated the knights of the Vale, and rescued Tyrion from the wolf mother Catelyn.

The main reason why he chose trial by combat this time was Bronn. This mercenary who only cared about money had good martial arts skills, and Tyrion believed that he could still save his life.

"Cersei promised Bronn a noble lady, and she will inherit a fine castle and will no longer fight for you."

Tyrion's expression instantly fell. Bronn already had the title of knight and was given a castle, so how could he risk his life for himself?

"If Bronn doesn't come, I will join the battle myself. Cersei and father will surely want to see the Mountain tear the dwarf apart with his bare hands." Tyrion said with a miserable laugh.

"I will find a way to get you out." James was still unwilling to give up his younger brother.

"How to rescue? Kill the heavily guarded guards and rush to the dock? I believe Cersei must have sent people to keep a close eye on you. If you make the slightest move, she will capture you as well." Tyrion had no hope for Jaime at all.

"I can't watch you die." James' eyes were wet.

"Who made me a dwarf born in the Lannister family?" Tyrion felt equally bad.

"Take care of yourself!" Jaime didn't want to watch Tyrion die, but he could do nothing about it.

Tyrion extended his left hand to Jaime. Jaime stopped, held Tyrion's short hand, tightened it, and then pressed his golden right hand, then turned and left the cell.

After Jaime left, Tyrion squatted on the haystack and stared blankly at the narrow window of the cell. He never expected that he would end up like this.

He recalled the glory of serving as the Hand of the King, the scene when he stood on the top of King's Landing and passionately encouraged the soldiers defending the city and they shouted "Long live the Half-Man", and he remembered the fear that he was almost cut in half and knew he was going to die.

Now they are all leaving her. The sellsword Bronn betrayed her for money, and Sansa has also left. I wonder if she will worry about her husband who has become a scapegoat.

Did Shae make it back to Pentos safely? Judging from what Varys had said about himself during his trial, he didn't hold out much hope.

James is the only one in the whole world who is worried about him, and now even he has given up on himself.

Outside the dungeon, the sky had turned completely dark. Only in a few noble houses could one see dim candlelight. A tall and thin figure was holding a torch and walking in the alleys filled with sewage.

"Lord Oberyn, I have been waiting for you for a long time!" Oberyn had just turned the corner of the alley when a large figure suddenly appeared in front of him. He raised the torch and looked over. A shiny bald head was reflecting the light in the fire.