"This is firewine brewed by the Dothraki. Only the bravest Dothraki khal can drink it." Shireen answered for Drogon.
At that time, she took a small sip and choked and coughed non-stop. Only after asking drogon did she learn the name and origin of the wine.
When Tyrion heard the words "the mightiest of the Dothraki khals," he remembered Shae's frequent cries of "My mighty host!"
You must finish this wine, even if you have to drink it slowly.
Having made up his mind, Tyrion took two bites of meat and raised his glass again. Drogon didn't expect that Tyrion would dare to drink. He looked at him, clinked the glass with his own, and drank it all in one gulp again.
Seeing Drogon drink a whole cup again, Tyrion's eyelids couldn't help but twitch, but this time he didn't force it. He only took a small sip, and as soon as he finished it, he quickly drank a few big gulps of water and ate a bite of meat.
Shireen didn't expect Tyrion to continue drinking, but she didn't know that it was her answer that stimulated Tyrion and forced him to finish the remaining firewine in the cup.
The small can of firewine could only pour four or five cups. Drogon drank one cup at a time and Tyrion took a small sip at a time. When Drogon finished the can of firewine, Tyrion also finished the remaining half cup.
At this time, his face was already flushed and his eyes were dazed. After drinking the last sip of the cup, he lay down on the table as if he had completed his mission.
Shireen and Shae looked at each other, then at Drogon at the same time. They saw that the skin between his scales was glowing red, and his eyes were as bright and captivating as two burning candles.
Shireen knew that Drogon was not drunk. Seeing that Tyrion had been knocked down by Drogon, she said goodbye to Shae somewhat awkwardly and took the book on the bedside table.
Drogon got out of the carriage with Shireen just like Haoran did, and returned to Shireen's carriage. At this time, the two carriages had already left Pentos and were heading southeast along the road.
"Drogon, you actually got little devil Tyrion drunk!" Shireen shouted excitedly as she entered the carriage. She found it very funny to see Tyrion lying on the table drunk.
Drogon curled his lips and didn't take getting Tyrion drunk seriously at all. He is a dragon!
He had almost finished drinking the wine, but he didn't dare eat as much meat as he could, otherwise others would not be able to eat it. Now he needed to go to the grassland to replenish his food, otherwise it would affect his growth and development.
He and shireen had eaten up all their stored food, so they also needed to go to the grassland to get some supplies.
After bidding farewell to Shireen, Drogon took another careful look around the area. Only when he found no hidden danger did he fly to the grassland with peace of mind.
Nowadays, there is almost no Dothraki on the grassland who does not know the black dragon Drogon, and all of them hope that their Khalasar can be visited by Drogon.
After entering the grassland, he did not delay and finished his meal quickly. After he finished eating, he threw down the gold coins and left. He ate and packed up the food at the last Karasa.
An hour later, the carriage guards saw Drogon, who had just flown away, flying back again, holding a cloth bag as big as his warhorse.
It was hard for them to imagine how such a small dragon could drag something that was dozens of times larger than its body and fly in the sky without any effort.
Drogon transformed back into his juvenile form when he moved away from the carriage, and they did not see his adult form.
After stopping the carriage and the guards, Drogon put down the big cloth bag and asked Shireen to call Shae to distribute the food, putting some into the carriage and some to the guards and coachmen.
Seeing the unfolded cloth bag, the grooms and guards were all envious. They only brought dry food and water with them and could only eat good meals when passing through busy areas. They didn't expect that Drogon would bring back so many delicious foods in just one hour.
There wasn't much food left by Shireen and the other two. Drogon was already full, so he only left some fruit as a snack. Most of the food in the cloth bag was left for the seven guards and grooms.
They didn't expect that the food that Drogon brought included a share for them, and that it contained not only all kinds of food, but also mare's milk.
The carriage stopped to rest for a while, and then continued on its way after the guards had eaten and drunk their fill.
The next morning, Tyrion opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the magnificently decorated carriage. It took him a long time to realize that he was in the carriage. Recalling yesterday's drinking, he realized that he was drunk by a little dragon.
Seeing Tyrion wake up, Shae hurriedly poured him a glass of water.
"Where did we go?" Tyrion asked, enduring a headache.
"I don't know where we are. The guards said there is a small town ahead where we can rest at night. Do you know that you have already slept for a day and a night?" Shae didn't expect Tyrion to be so drunk this time.
"How come I slept so long!" Tyrion didn't expect that he could sleep so long. He opened the curtains and looked outside. The morning light shone into the carriage, making it so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.
After getting out of the car and running water and washing his face, Tyrion was stunned for a while and didn't know what to do for a moment.
Although he knew that the mysterious man had invited him to go to Slaver's Bay to assist Queen Daenerys, he still had no idea how Daenerys would treat him as a Lannister.
...
In the King's Landing conference hall, all the ministers have arrived, except for the most important Hand of the King, Tywin, who has not yet arrived. The rest can only wait patiently.
Another half an hour passed and Tywin still hadn't arrived. Everyone was getting restless. "Lord Tywin must be too tired, so he is late," said Mace, the Minister of the Navy.
After Mace finished speaking, no one responded. No one at the table was too lazy to pay any attention to this Lord High Admiral, the Duke of Highgarden, and the useless son of the Queen of Thorns who was forcibly brought up. Cersei even glanced at him with disgust and stopped looking at him.
Grand Maester Pycelle was counting the heavy maester's necklaces on his neck with shaking hands, Varys was putting his hands in his sleeves like an old monk in meditation, and Cersei was sitting in her chair, moving from time to time, and seemed very impatient.
At this moment, the door of the conference hall was suddenly pushed open. Everyone thought it was Prime Minister Tywin, and looked towards the door together, but unexpectedly, the person who came in was Marin, the Kingsguard.
Meryn walked up to Cersei with a serious expression and whispered something to her.
"What?"
After hearing this, Cersei stood up from her chair and walked out. Seeing Cersei's intense reaction, the others also felt that something was unusual and followed her out the door.
After Cersei went out, she went straight to the Prime Minister's Tower, and on the way she met Jaime who was rushing over.
The group walked for another five minutes before arriving at the Prime Minister's Tower. The door was already filled with guards. Cersei and Jaime rushed to Tywin's bedroom and saw two guards standing on both sides of the bedroom. The maid was standing by the door, trembling and wiping tears.
"Father!" Cersei shouted and rushed over when she saw Tywin lying on his back on the bed in gray pajamas.
Looking at his father Tywin lying there with a purple face and a horrible yet familiar death, Jaime immediately thought of his son Joffrey who had died not long ago. The two men died in almost exactly the same way.
"Strangler!" Pycelle also came to the bed and confirmed what Jaime was thinking.
"Go find Tyrion!" Cersei heard the word "Strangler" from Pycelle again, and yelled at the gold cloaks guarding the door.