Because they were traveling in canoes along the way, Diggle did not consume much energy. He didn't know where his arm shield was thrown, but his sword was still twisting and slanting around his waist.

But at this time his sword had already arrived, Diggle confronted Yi Xiao tremblingly, trying to stop him from opening the door to Winter.

The cemetery of the Dorn Pavilion is quiet, and the operating platform seems to be dormant and does not make any noise. Occasionally, a breeze blows by, causing a wave in this unenclosed space.

The green leaves rustled on both sides of the corridor, and the huge bathhouse rippled, blowing away the white mist condensed on it. Through the high round hole arch, you can see the three of them standing there, as if thinking about something.

In the far north, the last cave man and the last green prophet stared at the distance without moving, without caring about the Bran and the other two who came to him through mountains and rivers.

"Winter is coming."

His lips moved unconsciously and murmured.

"There has never been summer here." Mela, who had lost her brother, seemed to have not relieved from the blow. She hesitated for a while and then said.

"No..." The Green Prophet turned his face stuck in the tree beard with difficulty, and his muddy eyes fell on the three small humans in front of him. "Since her arrival... we have never had summer."

"She?" Bran doesn't]∵, ww↗w., frowned, and a question appeared on his fair little face, "Who?"

"A person who should not belong here..." The Green Prophet's voice was deep and long, causing echoes in the cave.

"You can no longer stop him... do you... still want to continue?"

After pondering for a while, the Green Prophet looked at Bran, who was slumped on the sled below. There was a trace of indescribable thought in his turbid eyes.

"Yes." Bran said without hesitation. "I won't give up. No matter what is ahead." He touched his unconscious legs, raised his head and stared at the wrapped faces in the layers of tree beards.

"Okay..." Prophet Green did not nod, but just used his voice to resound throughout the narrow tree hole...

The youngest son of the Stark family was receiving the transfer task assigned to him by the Green Prophet in the far north. No one knew where he was going next, and no one knew what would happen next.

Perhaps the Green Prophet will completely disappear into the long river of history, perhaps the Green Prophet will pass on it again, but no matter what, even the ancestors who were far more people than them were driven out of the Great Wall. The Green Prophet, which is more than the ancestors and the ancient creatures, may no longer be suitable for existence and in this world.

Although Yi Xiao brought a trace of magic, it was not friendly.

The ancestors defeated the Green Prophet, and the Andals invaded the ancestors, and the Andals' Lannisters are now friendly and gathered together in the king's landslide, perhaps only on the surface.

"I said it! I don't want to see any news about dragons anymore! It's just a group of farmers who have eaten too much and have fantasies. It's completely, completely, and not important."

In the castle of Kings, Tyrion angrily pushed aside a soldier who was reporting to him in a low voice. Although the power burst out from his short body was not enough to make the soldier take a step back.

The soldier quickly apologized and quickly retreated. While retreating, he happened to see Bolon coming here. Facing the annoyed Tyrion, Bolon seemed to be gloating and asked, "Isn't even the abnormal movements of the nobles in the south?"

"I don't care about it." Tyrion ignored the seemingly leisurely Bolon and hurriedly walked through the corridor of the castle. "What I'm even more curious is that you are so idle every day, always caring about strange things. When you were a mercenary, it was okay to say that you are a jazz now."

"Maybe it is because I became a jazz that I am very leisurely." Bolon shrugged and retorted with a black humor, "It is because I am a jazz that I am very concerned about the little nobles who went south. After all, am I one of them."

Bolon followed Tyrion in a row. After the competition trial, Tyrion was declared innocent, and Duke Wentie announced in public that the Lannister family would not do anything to harm their own family and quickly reinstated Tyrion.

Some ministers who had been alienated from Tyrion immediately contacted him again. These guys had a very keen sense of smell and could guess what Wentty's show of kindness to Tyrion meant at once. You must know that the father and son never dealt with each other before.

Among these people, Bolon was one. Perhaps he was sincere, or perhaps because of other reasons, he regained a trusted relationship with Tyrion again, and Tyrion also happily accepted the friendship he released.

But Tyrion's finance minister seemed to have plans to put his hand into Varis, such as what he was dealing with.

"The nobles in the south are not worth mentioning." Tyrion still had the gloomy face, and there seemed to be an unresolved sorrow on his bumpy face. "So what if the dragon really appears? The dragon is a dragon and they are them. The dragon cannot be eaten as food or used as gold coins. What do they look like and what will they be like."

Tyrion was planning to have a room in the castle ahead, where he imprisoned a man, but did not hurt her, but just imprisoned him.

"Then you..." Before Bolon could finish speaking, a door opened in the distance between the two people who were walking in a hurry. James and Cersei walked out of the remote room of the palace.

James was a little tired, but he looked very satisfied. Cersei's face was flushed with a warm flush. The look of happiness immediately calmed down when he saw Tyrion, forcing him to stare at him seriously and coldly, and he was too lazy to even snort.

However, no matter how shameless Tyrion is, he will not quarrel with a woman in this state, especially the other party is his sister, although the relationship does not look like a sibling.

James, who was standing aside, smiled at Tyrion awkwardly, and also slowed down his expression.

Tyrion's mouth twitched a little. The relationship between the two seems to be well known now. Of course, it refers to people in the circle, and it is secretly. On the outside, this relationship cannot be made public.

He responded to James with a stiff smile, and then the four of them walked away from each other, until Cersei and his two figures disappeared, and Bolon made a series of very gloating laughter.

"Interesting, interesting, so interesting!" Bolon said with a smile, "I really hope this situation can be encountered every day."

Tyrion glanced at him and said with a faint smile, "Will we add a new king?"
Chapter completed!