Huh? Are they all real?.

The old prime minister also noticed the jester's unusual behavior.

But the old prime minister, being sensible, didn't press the matter, and instead changed the subject:

"If you succeed then, I can guarantee that I will bring you whatever you want."

Hassank's form of address changed from "you" to "you (formal)".

This small change pleased the jester greatly.

This is no ordinary person.

This is Hassanq Iman, who, even after years of retirement and with the empires he once served crumbling, still wields considerable influence in the northern countries thanks to his skillful maneuvering.

The praise from ordinary people and those who want to attach themselves to someone is clearly incomparable to the praise from such an outstanding person.

The feelings between the two are completely different.

"Rest assured, since I have orchestrated all of this, I am determined to eliminate Queen Baratheon. Otherwise, she will forever remain my enemy!"

"I can rest assured that."

"When are you going to start?"

"tomorrow!"

"So fast?"

The speed at which this happened was so astonishing that even the jester who orchestrated it all was quite surprised.

Shouldn't we prepare more properly?

The old prime minister smiled and said:

"That's precisely why it has to be tomorrow, even you couldn't have predicted it, don't you think?"

After a moment of silence, the jester nodded in deep agreement and said:

“You are absolutely right, Lord Hassank.”

"By the way, to show trust and to give it my all."

"Our host family plans to send out their own guardian knights as well."

"So at that time."

"So, for my own safety, it would be better if I, as an outsider, also left? Don't worry, please go back and tell the old lion."

“I will leave his castle with his big knight and his army, so that he can be his tortoise alone.”

The jester couldn't help but tap on the stone wall beside him.

"This thing is unbelievably hard. I really don't know how they managed to carve it out back then."

"Yes, it is indeed unbelievable. As far as I know, the Lionhearts tried to continue digging, but that has been going on since the founding of Baratheon."

"It seems they only managed to carve out a small room?"

The old prime minister said somewhat uncertainly.

The jester, however, confirmed the old prime minister's intelligence:

"Yes, even I don't know where that little room is."

"It's probably been turned into a safe house for the Duke of the Lions."

"should be."

There's another small room hidden there that they don't even know about?

Moen was also a little surprised; he had gone around in circles but still couldn't find it.

After shaking the bucket behind him and finding nothing there, Moen gave up on continuing the search.

They then left the Stone Fortress before the gold coins were completely used up.

Moen did not enter from the vicinity of Stonehold; the area around Stonehold was swarming with Lionheart soldiers and knights.

Moen could force his way through using the Ring, but there's no need for that.

Because Mr. Tilly had another way—a tunnel he had dug himself.

It's clear that Mr. Tyrell genuinely wanted the old lion dead.

So much so that he actually dug a tunnel from more than ten kilometers away all the way to the bottom of the Stone Fortress.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard Mr. Tilly tried over the years, he was unable to break through the rock walls of Stonehenge.

That's the only option left.

After descending into the tunnel along the same path we came from,

Tilly and his dwarf boss, who was worried about him, gathered around:

"Well, sir, did you succeed?"

After taking off his belongings, Moen pulled out the map he had drawn and the map that Mr. Tyrell had prepared from his pocket.

The former took Moen less than half an hour, while the latter took Tilly a full ten years!

Just like his tunnel.

“I drew this based on the map you gave me. With this, you can move around freely in it all by yourself. And tomorrow, the Lion Family’s demigods and army will leave.”

"At that time, there will only be a few guards and the old lion inside Stonehold. This will be your chance, Mr. Tyrell."

Looking at the map that Moen handed him and the passage that Moen had already seen countless times before coming down, he saw Moen.

Tilly covered his mouth tightly and cried.

For a time, he thought all his preparations were a complete waste of time and a joke.

Seeing this, both the dwarf and Moen silently patted him on the shoulder.

He was short only in body, but his soul and perseverance were no less than anyone else's.

In order to avenge the murder of his mother by the Lion Family, he used almost every method he could think of and never gave up.

As an ordinary person, he really couldn't overcome the Lion Clan's formidable power on his own.

Moen continued, organizing his thoughts:

"Although the old lion is not a high-sequence individual, he is still a superhuman."

Aside from Moen, among the former Seven Dukes, only Old Deer was a high-sequence figure, not to mention a Sequence 3 big shot.

However, this does not mean that the other five are truly ordinary mortals.

They are also extraordinary beings, and most of them are in the middle sequence.

Although it doesn't exceed the limits of mortals, it's still not easy to deal with.

Moreover, the Stonecastle at that time would not be just the old lion alone.

But before Moen could finish speaking, Tilly shook his head and said:

"Sir, I know what to do. Don't worry, I will definitely shoot him dead on the toilet, so that he will leave this world with no face left!"

Having assured Moen, Tilly carefully took out a black crossbow, almost as tall as himself, from his backpack.

"You actually managed to get your hands on this thing?"

Moen was surprised.

The Rose Crossbow has a beautiful name, but it is extremely dangerous.

These were the weapons that the bloodthirsty nobles used to amuse themselves in the past.

After the cold, lonely yet gentle Dark Moon replaced the frenzied Blood Moon, this thing was mass-produced and no longer made.

This is because, in addition to being difficult to defend against due to its high cost, it also causes immense suffering while allowing a person to live as long as possible.

This was to provide more entertainment for the infamous blood nobles.

"Long-legged man, Tyrell has really suffered more than you can imagine in his quest for revenge."

Moen nodded slightly in agreement with the dwarf's words.

Such a person is worthy of being entrusted with the task of killing the old lion.

Chapter 71 Father, I Will Demand Justice for My Mother

The dwarf who was speaking was not carrying his ancestral Morse hammer, which was a burden and easily got dirty in this place.

Instead, they were given two short-handled axes, the kind of weapons dwarves were used to.

"Don't worry, with this thing, Tyrion will definitely be able to kill that bastard, and I, I'll bring my ancestor's hammer and my axe to help him deal with others!"

"Hopefully no one else will come by then, or I'll show them that dwarves' hammers aren't just for blacksmithing!"

The main defensive focus of the Great Stone Fortress at that time will definitely be the outer fortress.

There probably aren't many people inside, especially since they have their own secret passages and maps.

Moen wasn't worried about them getting into trouble; at most, they just hadn't found out where the old lion was hiding.

Thinking of this, Moen spoke up to remind him:

"When I was inside, I heard that the Lion family had also carved out a giant stone fortress over the years. Although they only carved out a small room, that place was probably the old lion's safe house."

You really need to pay attention to this.

"Sir, I know where that room is."

"you know?"

Tilly nodded and said:

“I know that before I was found out to be a damn dwarf, I was still a member of the Lion Family. I know that place; it wasn’t some kind of safe house.”

“These guys have always been superstitious about the fortresses left to them by their ancestors.”

"Although this turtle shell is indeed ridiculously hard."

Is that so?

"Then I'm relieved. I won't be going with you, Mr. Tyrion, so everything will be up to you two."

Tilly looked at Moen seriously and said:

“I know that someone like you must have other more important things to do, so I will definitely not take up your time.”

"Please feel free to do your thing then."

"And that damned old bastard, even if I die, I'll definitely send him to hell to kiss the shit of ghosts!"

Finally, Tilly knelt down on one knee before Moen and said:

"I must sincerely ask for your forgiveness for my prior disrespect, and I am well aware that I have no right or status to ask for your forgiveness and approval."

"But please believe me, as long as I am still alive after this, my life belongs to you."

Moen smiled and said:

“No need to be so serious, we’re just getting what we need, Mr. Tyrell.”

"It's true for you, but not for me. You truly saved my pathetic, unsuccessful life. That's more important than my life!"

Looking at Tilly like this, Moen nodded and said:

"Then please remember, Mr. Tyrell, you must survive and then accept my arrangements."

"Don't worry, sir, I'm just not afraid of death, not looking forward to it."

-

Just as the old prime minister said, it dawned on the second day.

The Lion's army set off.

Before the southern border declared independence.

Because everyone can guess what will happen after the Southern Territory finds the lost princess.

So they need to exploit a time difference!

They were unprepared, but the Empire was completely unprepared!