Chapter 21: Fateful Encounter

Tyrion lay on his horse, his servant led the horse, he turned his head and said to Cole who was riding on the side: "The so-called Neck Swamp is actually just like this."

"You haven't been inside to see it, quicksand and swamp mud won't let you feel so safe."

Cole had a rare good sleep last night and was in a much better mood.

"Humans can even build something like the Wall, and it is not impossible to fill a few roads in the swamp."

He continued: "The North occupies half of the kingdom's land, but the population is not even as good as King's Landing. Of course, I think the records in the book are absolutely wrong. The population of the North must be more than King's Landing."

"No one records this kind of thing one by one, how can there be an accurate number."

"But if the road of the Neck Swamp is widened, allowing more merchants to travel between the north and the south, maybe the land here can be used." Tyrion said what he thought in his heart.

He always thinks a lot, and often thinks deeply about some issues, which even Cole admires.

After taking a sip of wine, he turned back into that bastard little devil. There is always a lot of topics to talk about when traveling with him.

When the muddy path began to have scattered gravel and a coast appeared in sight, Tyrion pointed to the cliff and said, "Welcome to the South, Cole. That is the Bay of Bite. The three islands above are the territory of the Airy Valley. We will soon find an inn to rest here."

This is already the Luanhe City area. There is no shortage of inns along the Kingdom Avenue along the Trident River.

"Tyrion, we should rush to Casterly Rock as soon as possible, instead of staying on the road for too long."

Tyrion pointed to his buttocks, "Unless there is a dragon carrying me, I can't ride a horse now.

You are still worried about that dream. I also dreamed of dragons, but I don't know how long they have been extinct. Dreams are always deceiving, just like the old nanny's white ghost stories.

Come on Cole, I will take you to experience the enthusiasm of southern girls."

"No, Tyrion, please believe me, staying in an inn is definitely the decision you regret the most." Cole said very seriously.

Tyrion patted his head in sorrow, "Really, you actually believed in this dream, I can guarantee that your dream must be a lie." Although he complained, in the end, the few people did not find a tavern to stay, but spent a few nights in the wilderness. It was drizzling that day, and the sky was getting dark. There was a bright fire in the inn in front. Tyrion couldn't help it anymore, "Cole, please let poor Lannister go. I really want to take a good hot bath and lie on the bed happily, instead of being in the rain like a wandering beggar in the corridor." Four pairs of eyes looked at Cole, which made it difficult for him to say what he insisted on. "This little rain is actually not good." He added lightly, "Compared to the North." Well, it seems that Tyrion is determined to stay in the hotel, pray to the gods that it is not this day. He doesn't have that kind of photographic memory. He just vaguely remembers that Tyrion will suffer when he goes south, but he can't remember the details, let alone the specific time point. The time in the book is simply chaotic except for the order of before and after. "Jack, go open the door." Tyrion told the servant.

Jack pushed the door open and shouted inside.

The boss was a fat woman with white hair. When she grinned with bright red teeth, memories instantly flooded into Cole's mind. He secretly said, "Oh no!" and then swept his eyes into the house.

Tyrion was taking out a gold dragon, "I just need a place with a warm fire to spend the night."

The boss was in a dilemma and kept apologizing. Because of the Prime Minister's tournament, the room was full recently. She couldn't drive away guests for gold coins.

Cole soon found the figure among a group of wandering warriors and knights. Her coarse linen clothes could not hide her difference. Of course, there was also the white-haired knight beside her. She was lowering her head and listening to the minstrel talking across the table.

This woman must be Lady Catelyn Tully, the wife of Eddard Stark, the Duke of the North, and the mother of Robb Stark, the young wolf.

She was quite beautiful, with flaming red hair. She was not as old as Cole had imagined. She might not even be thirty, which was the age when a woman's charm was at its peak.

The singer stood up excitedly when he saw Tyrion, and shouted, "Lord Lannister."

He began to recommend his own songs, but Tyrion's attention had long been attracted by the people at the table. He then smiled and said, "Lady Stark, what a surprise. I'm sorry I didn't see you in Winterfell."

The singer was dumbfounded. He didn't know that the woman sitting in front of him would have such a noble status. He just came here to show off because she was beautiful. Of course, it would be better if they were willing to order one of his songs, or if they could have something happen with this beautiful lady.

He opened his mouth wide, and his face changed rapidly. He could only curse himself for his poor eyesight in his heart.

Tyrion was just greeting him kindly, but what happened next completely dumbfounded him.

Cole sighed in his heart, and then prepared to draw his sword. There were dozens of knights here.

"This man came to my house as a guest with the intention of murdering my seven-year-old son." When Catelyn pointed at Tyrion and shouted.

As expected, they immediately became the target of public criticism.

The knights here are either vassals of the Tully family or vassals of their vassals. Catelyn was the former eldest princess of the Tully family. She called for the knights to respond. Before she asked for Tyrion to be arrested, she also read out the forces of these knights, which made some knights have no reason to watch the show.

There was a clang of swords being drawn. Tyrion was shocked and his mouth opened wide. He looked back and saw Cole shaking his head helplessly.

"Lady Stark, I think you must have made a mistake." Tyrion tried to explain.

Who knew that Catelyn would question him in a row and even produce evidence. It was a Valery steel dagger, which was the murderer's weapon.

Prostitutes, drunkards, and drunks all shouted loudly, wanting the knights to kill this little devil. Only the boss begged bitterly. If the Lannisters died in her inn, she would also suffer.

Cole looked at Yoren. If he watched with him, he might escape.

But he drew out his sword with a clang. Tyrion tried to stop him, but the two of them were separated by a long distance.

"Gentlemen, you are loyal to your own lords and to His Majesty the King. This man is the Queen's brother, and his father is Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock. I don't think you should be qualified to convict him. If you think he is guilty, let's go to King's Landing and let King Robert judge for us, how about that?" Cole said.

Catelyn looked at him angrily, "My lords, this man is in league with demons and has no honor to speak of. Please bring them to justice for the sake of honor and oath, and help me send him to Winterfell to wait for the king's law."

"Cole, put down your sword, we are not their opponents." Tyrion begged, he turned around and continued to explain, but it was useless.

If he didn't care about Tyrion, he felt that he could rush out at his speed. Cole looked down at Tyrion, and could only sigh helplessly and put down his sword. I thought to myself, "It is fate, Lannister. I hope we can escape unharmed this time."