Chapter 136 The True Balerion

"She is so pitiful." The face of the chubby Duran was full of regret. She married the little devil and will sleep with the ugly dwarf tonight.

Cole left silently. The end of the banquet was not pleasant. Joffrey asked to make trouble in the bridal chamber. Everyone could see that he had bad intentions and wanted to see Tyrion make a fool of himself.

In the end, it was just a farce of the Lannister family.

Tyrion hit back at the evil interest of the emperor Joe fiercely, of course in an angry posture.

Seeing Cole silent, Duran also shut up silently.

The sequelae of alcohol and the eye of time made him want to go back quickly.

Back in the courtyard, Cole asked the servants to prepare bath water and clothes for him. The clothes were full of perfume.

He got up from the cold water bathtub and put on a dark woolen robe.

The weather was cold and the cool breeze blew to dispel the drunkenness. He walked to the front of the courtyard, and a pair of green eyes flashed from the side. It jumped up, but fell down in the air.

Cole quickly caught the black cat.

It didn't seem to be in a good condition. The black cat crawled in his arms, trembling slightly, and the sound was extremely weak.

Balerion stood up with difficulty, shouted at him weakly, and was about to jump off his arms. But he slipped half of his foot and fell to the ground with a plop.

Cole was frightened and squatted down to take care of it. He saw the black cat propped up his body again and walked towards the outside of the yard. He staggered and fell after two steps.

It staggered to the gate of the yard and turned back to call.

Cole seemed to understand what it meant. Under the moonlight, he stepped to catch up with the narrow shadow under the afterglow.

It suddenly ran, and it seemed that it had lost its weakness just now.

Colton stepped down and shook his head. Why would he want to follow a cat at night?

He was about to go back to sleep, when another cat's cry came. The pair of dim eyes called him hoarsely and weakly, which suddenly made Cole feel sad, as if he was going to lose something.

Could it be that a black cat that had been with him for only a few days had made him feel emotional?

Cole never thought he was a sentimental person.

It didn't run again, but walked step by step, and looked back at him from time to time after walking a few steps.

He followed it, turning one corner after another, and the black cat's pace became slower and more laborious, but it still insisted on walking.

This black cat is dying, Cole said to himself in his heart.

It has been around Cole these days. It is very old. The life span of a cat is less than 20 years.

Cole touched the blood on his hand, not to mention that it was injured.

It seemed to reject everyone who touched it like a hedgehog, except Cole.

Since you chose to believe me, let me accompany you for the last journey.

They walked to a dark entrance, the cellar was cold and desolate, and the sound of wind whistled and echoed.

Cole looked down and turned his head as if to say to it, "Is this the place you chose to rest in peace?"

The black cat stepped into the darkness like the mouth of the abyss. Cole hesitated for a few seconds and followed, picking up the torch on the wall and striking the flint to ignite the light.

The cat moved forward with difficulty against the wall. Cole wanted to help it, but he didn't know how to do it. It would turn around and look at him after walking a few steps.

If Cole slowed down a few steps, it would call him.

A man and a cat walked forward in the weak firelight until they came to a sealed wall. It went through a gap in a corner, and then the cat's anxious calls came from the wall.

Cole bent down and put his head over, and the moonlight sprinkled on his face from there.

The black cat looked at him, and a thought of relief came from the moonlight.

It finally, like an old man who had let go of his worries, accepted the guidance of fate and walked towards his final finale.

Balerion sat on an arc-shaped stone and curled up silently, slowly closing his green eyes.

Under the silver thread, he seemed to be emitting light, with star scales and fireflies flying, as if his soul was sinking into the eternal night under the guidance of the light.

Cole rubbed his eyes hard, and he seemed to see the stone glowing.

The stone turned red like a small stove that gathered heat.

The figure of the black cat gradually melted on the stone.

Huh~

The torch in Cole's hand suddenly jumped up, and the flames pointed at the stone.

His body could not penetrate the wall, which seemed to have been re-sealed, and the hole seemed to be dug by the black cat.

Cole's heart was beating rapidly, as if a voice was telling him that there was something very important to him there.

Suddenly, a thought came to his mind, it was Caesar.

He told Cole that he felt the breath of his companions.

Cole's heart was shocked, and he knew what the stone was - a dragon egg!

He opened the Eye of Time in the moonlight and looked into the cave. Under the radiance of the dragon egg, a shadow came out of the egg.

It was a tiny dragon shadow with a pair of small wings and dragon feet.

"When I got married for the first time, it was presided over by a drunk monk and witnessed by a group of pigs. My wife and I let our witnesses to organize the wedding banquet. Tysha fed me bones, and I licked the fat from her hands. After eating and drinking, we rolled on the bed with laughter..." He turned his head to swallow the wine.

This is the best golden wine produced in Qingting Island, but now Tyrion can't taste it at all.

She was not like Tysha. Although she was very submissive, she gave Tyrion the feeling of being rejected. She was just forced.

Although Tyrion had forgotten what Tysha looked like, and the girl in front of him was also beautiful, he could not forget the joy of loving each other.

He could not force a girl to satisfy his selfish desires. This was not what he wanted.

The girl drank wine in fear and responded to his words.

"On my honor as a Lannister, I swear that I will never touch you before you are willing to accept me." After making a decision, Tyrion said to her.

"My lord, what if I say never?"

The girl's words seemed to slap him hard. Tyrion felt that he was humiliating himself. Why did he think that a Stark girl would fall in love with him willingly?

People called him a little devil and a dwarf. He shouldn't have expected so much.

Tyrion couldn't help laughing at his own stupidity.

At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder, if he wasn't a deformed child, would Sansa marry him happily?

"Never?" He laughed at himself, "So that's it, so that's why the gods created prostitutes."

Sansa watched her newlywed husband climb out of bed, stagger under the carpet, curl up under the blanket and sleep.