"Last King" Joffrey Baratheon is an annoying guy. It can be said that except being able to wear the king's clothes, he has no qualities that are conducive to ruling the country. How he died and who was killed by him has no effect on Zhao Mai. Tyrion Lannister is completely different.

"He is very smart, and he is the kind of cleverness that can be used and used methods." Zhao Mai introduced to Dogian while driving: "He studies politics and people's hearts. If he wants to calculate math problems, he will definitely be inferior to me."

"Do you want him to join?" asked Dogian.

"I'm not smart, I'm very self-aware of this, so I have to find ways to improve it. Usually, there are reserved grains and small flowers to help me watch around me, and I have you to help me. I'll leave the matter to you, you can handle it well, but I also need someone to help me prevent conspiracy and calculate people's hearts. In Atas, the strength of strength is more important, and the existence of the supernatural powers weakens the power of conspiracy. Tyrion can help you in this regard."

"If he has good abilities and is loyal to you, it's good for me to come back to you as a maid," said Dogian. "What I hope most is to be the Chief Templar. But you don't seem to need a guard, your combat power is much better than me."

"The Witch King Karak is also very strong, but he also needs Templars. And, aren't you worried about stocking up on grain and flowers?"

"That dog is very smart, but Xiaohua needs care." Dogian hugged Xiaohua in his arms and gently rubbed her hair. "You also like the feeling of being cared for, do you?"

"Actually, I'm pretty awesome, but I just can't use me." Xiaohua smiled sweetly: "It's good to have you take care of me. Wang!"

"Luckily I can take care of you!" Zhao Mai looked at the navigation and began to lower the carriage, changing it to the shape of a carriage on the ground, heading towards the west gate of King's Landing City. This is the capital of Westeros, and its territory is no worse than the Great Wall of Desperate. However, the power of the Great Wall of Desperate focuses on defense and blocking, while the power here is used to rule.

Stannis' army jumped out of their necks and unexpectedly captured Twin City. Vadfrey left behind a group of children and grandchildren, and fled to King's Landing for refuge with some more clever and skilled in escaping. King's Landing seemed a little nervous, but considering that Stannis had failed once at King's Landing, it was far from panic. The west gate was still open, and there was a constant stream of carriages transporting food.

Everyone quickly avoided Zhao Mai's carriage. Under the influence of the supernatural power spell, Zhao Mai's car gave people a gloomy and terrifying feeling. The four dark horses pulling the car imitated the image of the Ring Spirit mount. The carriage behind is in Gothic style, with clear edges and corners, as if it was impetuous to go to school. The whole car is made of stainless steel, and it is also black all over.

The carriage was made of purple, white and gold to outline Zhao Mai's "family emblem". There was a white Viagra tree in the purple soil, and the golden worm-like head-shaped fruits were born on it, which looked very dangerous. The most amazing thing was that the car did not have a coachman, and he came to the city gate very obediently and obediently with just four horses.

Zhao Mai opened the car window and threw a gold coin. His spiritual power released his "good feelings". He waved his hand gently: "Come and help me."

"I am willing to serve the adults." The sentry who received the gold coins used his teeth to test the quality of the gold coins, and then answered quickly.

"How about you take me to prison? I want to meet Tyrion Lannister, who is what everyone calls the little demon."

"I will take the adults to prison. The little demon is detained in the dungeon of Red Fort. Please go here." The sentry left his job, jumped into the car, and then took the initiative to get to the coachman's position.

Relying on the gold coins created by material alchemy and the persuasive powers brought by the spiritual power, the car parked steadily at the gate of the Red Castle. For Zhao Mai now, King's Landing is useless. Even if this is the core of King's Landing City, the king's residence is the same, a huge castle built on the mountain is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is said that the red city wall is stained with the blood of the enemy, and Zhao Mai cannot be studied. However, under the King's Castle, the dungeons are always filled with conspiracy darkness, which is certain.

As the road was smooth, Zhao Mai opened the door of the dungeon. "Killer, I will bite your nose and make you ugly forever; I will bite your crotch and make you laugh forever in front of women! My movements are very fast, and you can finish these tasks before you bow your head!"

"What should you do if it's a female killer?" Zhao Mai snapped his fingers, and a long-lost light appeared in the dungeon. Tyrion blocked the light with his hands, narrowed his eyes very hard, and finally saw clearly who the person was.

"Mike? I thought it was the killer sent by my sister? Wait, aren't you the killer sent by her?"

"No. I haven't seen your sister. She is said to be very beautiful?"

"Yes, it's very beautiful, a beautiful poisonous scorpion. It should be said that it's beautiful and stupid, the kind that many men like." Tyrion was wearing a torn prison uniform, his hair was dirty and messy, and his face and hands were black. In this large cell, there was only a straw mat on dry feces, a thin quilt and an extremely large toilet that provided the prison guard with the reason that "it took to be poured once every half a month."

"Tell me you bring your food." Tyrion walked over and reached out to take Zhao Mai's pocket. Zhao Mai let him turn over, neither hiding nor avoiding. But there was nothing in his pocket.

"As the former prime minister, your current situation is worrying. And the newly added scar on your face is so deep. I thought you could not be even ugly. But obviously, I underestimated your potential." Zhao Mai sat on the ground, flipped his wrist and took out a roast chicken. The cooking method of the Stark family in the North.

Tyrion didn't feel the mood to savor it, so he took it over and chewed it. After three big mouthfuls, he raised his head and said, "Don't you just have a bar that can rush your throat?"

"No. I came directly from Winterfell, and they didn't have new wine storage, and I didn't stop on the way. If I was late and you were chopped off your head, it would be awful." Zhao Mai said: "Tyrion, I need you, come with me."

"An unexpected solicitation," Tyrion asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"In daily life, we are mainly to prevent me from being plotted by others, and to help me plot against others. However, there is relatively less work to calculate others. As long as you can analyze who is harming me, I will beat him to death. It's probably that." Zhao Mai looked at Tyrion and found it a little funny: "You are all locked in a death row, just follow me, do you still care about what kind of work you do?"

"I'm small and stingy," Tyrion asked again, "What's my reward?"

"I really haven't thought about this. I guess everything else can be done except to make you handsome. I can teach you magic, or find someone to teach you magic, and give you a dragon. This is not very difficult."

"Magic and dragon? It's hard to refuse." Tyrion said: "I can work for you, but there needs to be a condition attached: you must prove that I'm innocent."

"If you ask for a martial arts trial, I will be your agent knight." Zhao Mai said with a smile: "Even if they release a dragon, I can win."

"It's her, not them." Tyrion stretched out his greasy little hand: "Trade."
Chapter completed!