Chapter 456 Preemptive
The choir finished singing, and all the nobles in the church stood up one after another.
Tyrion Lannister looked for Roose Bolton again, but was surrounded by a group of mourners.
Lady Anya Waywood kissed him on the cheek, the fat eldest son of the Earl of White Harbor gave him a fishy hug, a certain Frey was sycophanting Lannister, and Pyromancer Harlem assured him that when the remains of Lord Tywin returned from the city, brilliant fireworks would bloom over King's Landing—
Tyrion was very suspicious of this. After all, King's Landing had been surrounded by Caesar's army, and it was not easy for the remains of Duke Tywin to return to Casterly Rock.
But none of that matters now.
Tyrion tried his best to get rid of this group of guys buzzing like flies, but he still couldn't find Roose Bolton.
The Duke of the Dreadfort didn't co to the Hand of the King's morial service.
Did he realize sothing? Tyrion was a little taken aback by the man's alertness.
At this mont Varys ca over and whispered:
"I have found Sister Stark, just waiting for your arrangent."
Tyrion rolled his eyes:
"Don't bother, Roose Bolton never ca."
"Didn't co?" Varys froze for a mont, then glanced around the crowd, only to find that the lord of the Dreadfort had indeed not co, "Did the news leak out? It's impossible..."
Tyrion thought thoughtfully:
"Perhaps Roose Bolton's toughness is all pretended, and he is probably the first to recognize the situation."
Varys blinked, seeming to understand sothing.
At this mont, a knight strode into the sanctuary, ca to King Tomn, and reported:
"Your Majesty, Lord Roose Bolton opened the west gate and led his army to surrender to Caesar."
As soon as this remark ca out, there was an uproar in the church.
Various voices of discussion ca and went.
Facing the news like a thunderbolt from the blue, the little king seed more bewildered than terrified.
He subconsciously looked at his mother beside him, only to see that Cersei's face was extrely pale at this ti, her body was trembling, and she could hardly stand still.
"Mother…"
"Traitor!" Cersei finally squeezed out two words between her teeth, but she didn't know what to do next.
The noises in her ears ca like a tsunami, and she herself was fragile and helpless like a boat in the waves.
Instinctively, she wanted to seek help from the Lannister family's Dinghaishenzhen, but suddenly realized that her father was dead.
The sky of the Lannister family has fallen.
"Lord Roose is still decisive." Varys sighed, "Now you have no gift for Caesar. Instead, Roose Bolton gave King's Landing as a gift."
Tyrion smiled and didn't seem to care about it:
"Roose Bolton is indeed decisive, but Caesar is not a three-year-old child. This gift may not bring him the return he wants."
After speaking, Tyrion strode through the chaotic crowd, ca to King Tomn, and said loudly:
"Your Majesty, this war should also end. What do you think?"
"I..." Tomn shrank his neck and said, "I don't want to fight either."
"Okay, let's go outside the city to et the Storm King."
"You must not take my child!" Cersei suddenly took Tomn's hand.
"He is not only your child, but also the Seven Kingdoms." Tyrion looked at his sister with warning eyes, "Of course, as the Queen Mother, you can also go out of the city with us to welco him."
You are a traitor too! Cersei cursed inwardly. But under Tyrion's gaze, she didn't dare to resist at all.
"Okay." Cersei succumbed on the surface, but kept this hatred firmly in her heart.
Tyrion smiled with satisfaction, took his nephew's little hand, and walked out.
The nobles gave way one after another.
When he reached the entrance of the main hall, Tyrion suddenly turned his head and said:
"Who wants to et the Storm King together?"
After a brief silence, the nobles responded one after another:
"I'll go with you!"
"I am also willing to follow in His Majesty's footsteps."
"Hahaha, I have admired the Storm King for a long ti, of course I have to et him."
At this mont, everyone understands that Caesar's rule in King's Landing is an unstoppable trend.
They don't even have the right to bargain.
It would be too stupid to continue struggling.
No matter how reluctant so people are, they can only leave the Cathedral of Baylor with the large army and head west.
…
In the camp outside the city, Samwell was having lunch with Earl Randyll Tarly when he heard the news that Roose Bolton had surrendered.
"I didn't expect Roose Bolton to be one step faster than Tyrion Lannister."
"Roose Bolton is very dangerous." Earl Randall comnted.
Samwell nodded silently.
Of course he knew the danger of Roose Bolton.
"However, now that he voluntarily surrenders, we don't want to touch him." Earl Randall put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, got up and said, "I'm going to rectify the army to prevent the opponent from cheating."
Samwell felt that the opponents had reached this point, and they should not be able to play any tricks, but he did not stop his father. After all, it is always right to be cautious.
"Okay." He nodded to his father, and then said to the ssenger, "If Roose Bolton really surrenders sincerely, let him co to see in person."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Not long after the envoy left, and before Samwell had finished his lunch, he saw a middle-aged man entering the camp under the **** of his guards.
This person wears a simple gray goose down coat with the flayer's coat of arms in pink printed on the chest. His eyes were pale, almost pure white, like milk.
"It's an honor to et you, Your Majesty Caesar. I am the Duke of Dreadfort, Guardian of the North, Roose Bolton." Duke Roose's voice was soft and soft.
This was the first ti that Samwell saw the lord of the Dreadfort, although in his heart, he had already "known him for a long ti".
I have to say that if Samwell hadn't known the true face of this person, Samwell might have thought that Roose Bolton was a gentle, old-fashioned gentleman.
"Sit down, Lord Luce." Samwell smiled and pointed to the square table, "Have you had lunch yet?"
"not yet."
"Then let's go together."
"It's an honor." Roose Bolton sat down at the table.
The servant brought a freshly roasted lamb chop and poured him a glass of brandy.
Samwell asked while cutting the lamb chops on his dinner plate:
"Tell , Lord Luce, why did you surrender to ?"
Duke Luce put a lamb chop into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and then said unhurriedly:
"Your Majesty, although I am dull, I can also see that the Lannister family is over. We have already lost this war, and I never want to fight a war that is dood to failure."
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