Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 307: fate

  Chapter 307 The End

  The Duke of Mace was drinking when Sir Garriot Flowers found him.

   "What's the matter? Caesar agreed to change?" Duke of Metz asked drunkenly.

   "No, Caesar refused to exchange Loras for Kevan. Moreover, the horse party army has already marched towards Highgarden."

boom-

  The wine glass in Duke Mace's hand fell to the ground, and the wine splashed everywhere.

  He stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do. After a long while, he said:

   "Then what to do? Then what to do?"

   There was a trace of disdain in Geliott's eyes, but he still stepped forward to hold Duke Metz's arm, and said in a low voice:

   "My father asked me to take you out of Highgarden."

   "Can I just run away?" Duke Metz wept.

   "There is no other way. We can't gather enough troops to fight against the Ma Party. If we don't leave quickly, we won't be able to leave again when the army besieges the city."

   "Let's go! Let's go quickly!" Duke Metz panicked and was about to run out.

  But Geliott held him back and said:

   "My lord, you need to change your clothes first. And it's still early. After the sun goes down, it's safer for us to go."

   "Concealment?" Duke Metz was stunned, "Don't we bring troops?"

"With the army, we will be overtaken by the horse party army sooner or later." Geliot said helplessly, "I can only take a few of the most loyal guards and leave quietly with you. Only in this way can we avoid the horse party's pursuit. "

   "What about the rest of House Tyrell?"

   "Other people can't care about it."

   "Where's my mother, and Ellie?"

"Mrs. Olenna is the one whom Caesar swore to kill. If you take her with you, the Horse Party will never let it go. As for Mrs. Ellery, she is a Hightower after all. The Horse Party will send her back to Old Town at best. would hurt her. So just run yourself."

   "I...I..." Duke Mace struggled for a while, and finally said in a slump, "Okay, I'll go with you."

   Geliott heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to take the Duke to change clothes, when the other party suddenly asked:

   "But where can we go?"

   "Go to Qingting Island." Geliott said, his eyes flickering slightly, "Only Lord Redwyne can save you."

"good…"

  …

  The Chief of Highgarden, Garth Tyrell, followed the spiral staircase all the way to the top floor of the main castle, and met Mrs. Olenna who was watching the scenery from the balcony.

   "Gayliott is back?"

   "Yes." Gals stood beside Mrs. Olenna, hesitating how to speak.

   "Did Caesar refuse?"

   "He refused, and the Ma Party army has already marched towards High Court."

   "Oh!" Madam Olenna sneered, "It seems that Caesar and the Horse Party really hate me to the bone."

  Gals didn't speak.

"I was naive before, thinking that after I handed over Kevan Lannister, Caesar would let me go." Mrs. Olenna laughed at herself, "It seems that after the blood reef island, that kid has learned his lesson .”

  Garth said: "Caesar promised that as long as you are willing to commit suicide, you will save Loras' life, but he must go to the Great Wall of Immortality to become a night watchman."

   "What about you, Gals, think I deserve to die too?"

   Gals didn't speak, but this attitude is the default.

   "Okay, I understand. It seems that this is the best choice for the Tyrell family." Madam Olenna looked calm, and seemed to have accepted her ending.

   Yes, what choice did House Tyrell have. Gals was also silent.

  High Court is no longer able to organize an army capable of fighting against the Ma Party, so it is better to surrender as soon as possible instead of letting the Ma Party army capture High Court.

   "I have arranged for someone to send Mace out of the city." Gals said, "Although Caesar will not kill him, some people in the Horse Party may not be sure."

   "Yes, Riverbend has always been full of families who want to replace Tyrell." Madam Olenna said coldly, "It's a pity that I have been in business for most of my life, but I still haven't been able to make the Tyrell family really strong."

  Garth said with emotion: "The Tyrell family has no shortage of money, food, or political allies, but it lacks a knight who can dominate the battlefield. Originally, Caesar could take on this role, but it's a pity..."

"No, you're wrong," Lady Olenna interrupted, "Caesar will not be Tyrell's vassal, I knew that from the moment he owned the dragon. I never regret laying hands on Caesar, only Regret not doing it sooner.

  I thought there was still enough time, but I didn't expect Caesar to grow too fast, too fast, just like his dragon, too fast, completely unreasonable.

  I was still careless, I should have done it earlier..."

   "Perhaps." Gals sighed, "There is no point in arguing about this now. Olenna, you have already lost this game, and you should pay the price if you lose."

   As he spoke, he took out a vial from his pocket and handed it to Mrs. Olenna.

   "What have you prepared for me?" Mrs. Olenna asked, with complex lights shining in her small eyes.

   "Sweet Sleeping Flower." Gals said, "It can make you die in your dreams."

   "It's so kind, Gals." Mrs. Olenna reached out to take the vial, "Leave me the last decency."

  Gals said with a complex expression:

   "In any case, you have devoted most of your life to the Tyrell family. Although it has brought the family into a trough now, I know that it cannot be entirely blamed on you.

  The Tyrell family is inherently deficient, and there are too many rebellious and powerful families in the Reach. The position of the Lord of Highgarden is already difficult, not to mention an unreasonable figure like Caesar.

  Since we lost this game, we should be honest for a while. Winter is coming, the roses are doomed to wither, but it doesn't matter, spring will always come. "

  Mrs. Olenna rubbed the vial, her withered hands trembling uncontrollably, but her tone was firm and cold as usual:

  "Since we have decided to spend the winter, we must completely hibernate. Those dishonest guys in the Tyrell family should be cut off. You should know who I'm talking about."

   "I know." Gals nodded, "I have already arranged everything."

   "There is also Kevan." Madam Olenna continued to remind, "Remember to hand him over to Caesar, otherwise some people in the Tyrell family will have wrong thoughts.

  But we must not let him die at the hands of Tyrell, otherwise there will be no room for relaxation between us and the Lannister family. "

  Gals nodded in response: "Kevon, I have also arranged."

   "Okay. I am assured of what you do." Madam Olenna said quietly, "When Rose died, I thought about letting you inherit the title of Duke of Highgarden."

   "You're joking." Gals shook his head.

   "It's true." Madam Olenna said, "I know what kind of virtue my son is. He is too stupid and weak to take on this important task. If you had been made the Duke of Highgarden, maybe everything would be different now."

   "No. You are wrong." Gals said firmly, "If I inherit Highgarden, the nobles of the Riverbend will be even more troubled. Some things are predestined, and I am destined not to inherit anything."

  Mrs. Olenna stared into Garth's eyes for a while, as if she wanted to see how sincere he was when he said these words.

   And Gals looked at him without flinching, calm and fearless.

  Finally, Mrs. Olenna smiled slightly and said:

   "Gals, it turns out that you are the real smart person."

  Gals breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and said:

   "No, it is precisely because I know that I am not smart that I dare not have any thoughts that I shouldn't have."

   "This is the real intelligence. As long as you don't join the game, you will never lose." Mrs. Olenna sighed, and then seemed to finally feel relieved, and pulled out the cork with trembling hands.

  A rich and sweet taste permeated the air.

  Mrs. Olenna drank it without any hesitation.

   "Yes, it's really sweet." The expression on her face gradually became relieved.

  Garth's eyes were slightly red, he reached out and patted Mrs. Olenna's shoulder, mumbled for a moment, but couldn't replace words of comfort, and finally he could only speak the language of the Tyrell family:

   "Life goes on and on."

   "Endless life." Mrs. Olenna repeated, but a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "It's the worst ethnic language I've ever heard, with no momentum at all!"

  Gals didn't speak any more, he bowed and left immediately.

  Madam Olenna looked at the eastern sky, as if she wanted to see her granddaughter Margaery who was far away in Storm's End.

   "Life is endless, hehe, unfortunately I am a Redwyne."

  Her eyesight gradually lost:

   "Margaery, you are the real Tyrell."

   "Life is endless..."