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Chương 150: Chapter 150

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  Waking up again, Petyr found facing endless starry sky.

  "Awake! , Lord Petyr."

  Hearing this voice, Petyr trembled.

  He struggled to sit up, only to realize that he was in a small boat, and the one sitting in front of him was Samwell Caesar, who was paddling towards the port of Blackwater Bay.

  "Sam..." Petyr forced a smile, "How did you find me?"

  "A little bird told me." Samwell said with a smile.

  In fact, after being led by Arya into the secret passage of the Red Keep, Samwell guessed that Varys might steal "Littlefinger" away.

  After all, Varys has a "criminal record". In the original book, this spider secretly let go of the "little devil" Tyrion Lannister who was locked in a prison.

  Therefore, he has been sending Falcons to monitor outside the exit of the secret passage, and then he found the whereabouts of these two people.

  After Petyr heard the "little bird" in Samwell's mouth, his first reaction was that Varys had betrayed himself.

  But the next moment he immediately denied this possibility, the eunuch didn't need to play with himself like this.

  "Where are you... taking me?"

  "Of course I'm taking you back to King's Landing, Lord Petyr, you have to attend the trial tomorrow, so you won't be late."

  Petyr's heart felt cold and warm , the summer wind blew past, his body was shivering in cold.

  Only then did he realize that he was completely soaked through.

  Petyr immediately guessed that he should have been taken for a swim in the sea by Samwell.

  But the problem is, his broken arm—

  Petyr quickly lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw that the white cloth bandaging the severed arm had been completely dyed red, and the blood was still dripping , and it had accumulated into a shallow puddle on the boat.

  All of a sudden, Petyr felt a burst of dizziness, and fell back weakly.

  boom.

  "Sam." Petyr lay on his back, feeling as if all the strength in his body was flowing away with the blood from the wound. He tried his best to concentrate his gradually lax spirit, and begged, "Help me, save me!"

Samwell put down the wooden oar , came to Petyr, grinned and said:

  "Sorry, Lord Petyr, I accidentally let your wound soak in the sea water. I would like to help you deal with it, but unfortunately, I don't know how ."

  "It's very simple, I'll teach you." Petyr resisted the urge to curse, and tried to put on a smiling face, "You first head the sword till red, and then press it on my wound, burning the flesh and blood. The bleeding will stop..."

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  "Oh!!, Petyr, why bother." Samwell didn't bother to continue talking with this person, "You know I'm here to kill you. Don't make useless struggles and Save yourself some dignity."

  "Sam, listen to me, don't kill me. I'm useful, I can give you everything you want!"

  " Hahaha!" Samwell laughed, "Petty, you have nothing but give me everything I want? What will you give me?"

  "I have nothing? Hahaha..." Petyr also laughed loudly, "Samwell Caesar, you are so underestimating me . Since you can guess that I killed Jon Arryn and you spread rumors about me and Lysa Tully, can't you see my control over the Vale ?"

Samwell chuckled: " You think that you can control Vale with the help of that orphan and widow ? Even if you marry Lysa Tully, will the nobles of the Vale obey Baelish's orders?"

"Of course I won't just rely on the mother and child .My control over the Vale is far beyond your imagination." Petyr tried his best to seduce, "Want to know? Sam, help me stop the bleeding first."

Unfortunately, Samwell looked at him quietly, indifferent.

  Petyr only felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and the feeling that his life was passing away made him extremely terrified.

  "Sam, listen to me." Petyr had no choice but to continue to show his worth, "I worked as a tax collector in Seagull Town for five years, same way I increased the tax revenue of the largest trading city in the Vale by ten times! To and from the Narrow Sea ,the merchants, Sailors, adventurers, and bankers are all my friends! Do you know how big this power is?

  Those stupid nobles who only know how to wield swords and spears can't understand this power, let alone control it But , I can!"

  Samwell frowned, a little surprised by Littlefinger's vision, did this guy become the spokesperson of the emerging bourgeoisie? However, this is not surprising. After all, the other party can be the Master of coins, and he must be a powerful presence in the economic field.

  Of course, there must be some bragging in it.

  Before the start of industrialization, the so-called bourgeoisie were businessmen with a little money, and their energy was limited.

  Petyr saw that Samwell hadn't moved, so he had to continue to give evidence: "Do you know that the Corbray family in Heartland City is about to go bankrupt? Lord Leonor Corbray wife passed recently, and I introduce him to someone, not a noble lady, but a commoner! A lowly commoner!

  Of course Count Leonor did not agree, but I have seen his struggle and hesitation. Why? It's because that commoner is rich! Believe me, He will agree sooner or later!

  There is also Lord Gerald Grafson of Seagull Town, who has always wanted to give his son to me as a squire, and Lord Lindley of Snakewood City, Lord Wakeley of Candlehole City... They are all caught in the financial crisis and they overcame all thanks to my help!

  Believe me, Sam, I don't need that stupid woman Lysa Tully at all, as long as Jon Arryn is dead, no one in the Vale can stand against me!

At most, that bronze Jon is a bit Trouble, but I have plenty of ways to isolate him...

  so, believe me, Sam, pleasr stop the bleeding!"

  Samwell rubbed his chin, thinking about the information revealed in Petyr's words.

  I have to say that although I know that this person is full of lies, some of the words may be true.

  For example, this person really did not take Lysa Tully as a chess piece very seriously, and he was also merciless when killing that woman in the original book.

  Another example is Earl Leonor Corbray, who indeed married a commoner woman in future and became the laughing stock of the aristocratic circle. This also shows that the Vale noble's may really be on the verge of bankruptcy.

  As for Bronze Jorn, in order to oppose Petyr's custody of young Robert and the right to rule the valley, he did form an "Alliance of the Righteous", but he was drawn in and screwed by Petyr several times.

  "Sam..." Petyr became weaker and more panicked, so he had to continue to reveal the secret, trying to impress Samwell, "Think about it, Jon Arryn promoted me to be the Master of Coins, is it just because I am his vassal? Or is it because Lysa Tully can make that old guy who puts honor above all else compromise? No!

  Jon Arryn understands my worth! He knows this kingdom can't do without me!

  The Iron Throne owes a huge debt of up to six million gold dragons. Do you really think that this was squandered by Robert alone? Do you know that the whole of Westeros is about to usher in a storm!

  Only I... only I can save this!

  Believe me, Sam, your mother is from the Florents, isn't she. I tell you, the foxes in Brightwater are going broke too! The one who married Stannis Fox...Damn it, my brain is so dizzy that I can't even remember her name...But did you know that in order to alleviate her financial difficulties, she turned her back on the belief of the Seven Gods and borrowed money from the followers of the Red God!

  And Hightower in Old Town, regardless of their glory, earns a lot of money from ocean trade, but they don't know the risks at all! As long as a big storm or a rampant pirate attack destroys their fleet..."

  Samwell saw that the other party was getting more and more exaggerated, so he interrupted with a smile:

  "Okay, Petyr, you treat me as a three-year-old child, and a few words can scare me? According to you , is it true that all nobles in Westeros are about to go bankrupt, and can only rely on your support?"

  "You don't understand, you really don't understand... But, Sam, even if you don't believe what I said, you should know the current situation in King's Landing, right? Robert's death was planned by me, and you should have guessed it with your intelligence. "

  "Yes, I guessed it." Samwell saw that Petyr dared to admit such a thing, it seemed that he had lost too much blood and his mind was confused, of course, it might be that there was really nothing he could do, so he could only confess his secret's .

  So Samwell wondered if he could squeeze out more secrets: "So? It's no good for me if you planned this."

"Why not?"

  Petyr said quickly, "Sam, can't you see it? Now the situation in King's Landing is completely under my control. Eddard Stark is a brainless idiot, and Cersei is a desperate lunatic. Every step of theirs is so easy to guess, I can easily play them . As for the 'Red Viper', he is barbarian with only brute force, because... anyway, I can kill him easily. Believe me, believe me, Sam, the city garrison is under my control, and There's the Kingsguard, and there's mine... Really, I'm not kidding you... Don't look at me that way... Really, I could even give you his name... Ser Mandon Moore, Although he was recommended by Jon Arryn, in fact...follow my orders...

  Sam...Sam, as long as you help me, we can control King's Landing and let the situation of the Seven Kingdoms evolve according to our ideas...

  Sam ...I can help you sit on the Iron Throne...

  Sam...save me...save me..."

  Unfortunately, no matter how Petyr tempted him, Samwell remained unmoved.

  And as the blood loss increased, Petyr's eyes began to blur, and his words became more and more illogical.

  Samwell thought about whether to help him deal with the wound, so as to spy more information, but in the next second, he dismissed the idea.

  Samwell really didn't have the time to distinguish whether what Littlefinger said was true or not, and this person was too dangerous, if he was not careful, he might fall into a trap.

  Therefore, it is better for this one of the biggest conspirators in Game of Thrones to die.

  Moreover, only after he die can Samwell could continue his plan.

  After making up his mind, he left Petyr alone , and went back to rowing.

  "Kate...Kate..." Littlefinger's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he said Catelyn Tully's name.

  Samwell listened silently, and suddenly felt that this was probably the only sincerity in this man's heart.

  Of course, this relationship has also the biggest incentive for this man to become a careerist.

  A little noble fell in love with the Duke's daughter. If it was in a fairy tale, it might become a legend.

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  But alas, this is Game of Thrones.

  "Kate...why...don't reply to my...letter..."

  The night fell, reflected in Petyr Baelish's gray-green eyes, and finally completely froze into darkness.

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[END]


Chương 151: Chapter 151

Chapter 151 The blame

Phew——

  "The spider " Varys blew out the candles and was about to go to bed when he suddenly heard a knocking sound.

  It seemed to be coming from a window.

  Varys lit the candle again, followed the sound to the window, but only saw the dark night sky.

  He opened the window, looked left and right, but still saw nothing.

  But just when Varys was about to close the window, a black shadow suddenly magnified in his sight, and the strong wind that hit his face made Varys close his eyes unconsciously.

  He was so frightened that he quickly closed the window, and when he opened his eyes again, he only saw the back of a big bird like an eagle going away.

  Varys frowned and thought for a while, then finally shook his head, ready to go back to sleep.

  But as soon as he turned around, he saw an extra scroll on the ground.

  Did that bird left it here ?

  Varys picked it up in bewilderment, and slowly opened it.

  Soon, his face froze.

  ...

  The night was pitch black.

  Varys walked out of the secret passage again, spotting jagged rocks in front of him, the sparkling Blackwater Bay in the distance, and the silent Port of King's Landing.

  He looked around, but saw no one.

  Varys walked a little further in the direction of King's Landing port , and finally saw two figures behind a rock.

  "Lord Varys."

  Through the moonlight, Varys saw the face of one of them clearly.

  "Lord Caesar." Varys nodded at the man, seemingly unsurprised, and then looked at another person lying on the ground, "Lord Petyr, he..."

  "Dead." Samwell said indifferently, "Master Petyr really didn't care about his body. He was still running outside after suffering such a serious injury, causing the old wound to burst and bled to death. Alas, what a pity "

  Varys looked at Petyr's body without moving for a while, and then sighed after a while:

  "It's a pity."

  He looked up into Samwell's eyes and said,

  "Lord Caesar, Did you send that falcon?"

  "Yes."

  "That falcon is really intelligent ." Varys said meaningfully, "I remember a falcon appearance on Ser Gerold Dayne and Hobber Redwyne ..."

  "Hahaha!" Samwell laughed loudly, "Lord Varys, you really know how weave story. There are also many people who keep falcons."

  " I'm also helpless , the more you know, the more you will inevitably think." Varys resumed his soft and greasy tone, "I also know that Lady of the Florent family was going to marry you, but then Lord Randyll let your brother Dickon marry her. So, which lady would you like to marry?"

  "What? Lord Varys is interested in my love life?"

  " I was just thinking, which lady is worthy of such an outstanding young knight like you. Yes, Lady Natalie Dayne is very suitable. I heard that you are very close."

  Samwell knew that Varys had already guessed that he planned the previous murder, and now he brought it up to warn him.

  If it was before, Samwell might still be a little apprehensive, but now, he is not worried at all.

  First, Varys has no evidence at all. Secondly, he also has the handle of Varys.

  If they really tear their face apart, this fat spider will be more screwed- he has more things to lose than Samwell.

  Most importantly, after killing "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish, Samwell no longer has any fear of these conspirators.

  That's right, when it comes to conspiracy and calculation, Samwell thinks he is not the opponent of these oldies . He was just a wine seller in his previous life, and at most he was little clever.

  But it doesn't matter .

  With his familiarity with the plot, Samwell could easily grasp the flaws of these conspirators.

  "Littlefinger" Petyr thought that the assassination of Jon Arryn was perfect, but he didn't know that he was naked in Samwell's eyes.

  "The spider " Varys thought that he could release Petyr from the dungeon without anyone noticing through the secret passage of the Red keep and a false identity of a jailer, but he didn't know that Samwell had already guessed his plan— —Because according to the plot, Varys "in the future" will use the same method to steal another dungeon prisoner.

  Therefore, Samwell was able to gain insight into their secrets and choose the most suitable time to act.

  Just like now, "Littlefinger" died as a matter of course.

  "Lord Varys, there is something I am very curious about." Samwell forcibly pulled the topic away from himself, "You said that Lord Petyr was locked in a prison, but why is he wandering outside? How ? Did you let him out?"

  Varys shrank his head, glanced at Samwell, and put on an innocent look:

  "I wonder about that too."

  Samwell smiled coldly: "Okay, Lord Varys, stop pretending. If you are really so innocent, why did you come out in the middle of the night just by an inexplicable letter?"

  Varys shrugged: "How can I remain indifferent when I hear that my old friend died suddenly. However, you say that I have anything to do with this matter is nonsense. Lord Caesar, if there is no evidence, you'd better not talk nonsense. Just like the death of Gerold and Hobber Redwyne, There was no evidence to be found, so I kept silent.

  Also, what did you tell Prince Oberyn in the Great Sept of Baelor? Why did he send his lover to the Eyrie immediately after returning? You see, I actually knew these things a long time ago, but I kept them secret for you. Lord Caesar, you should thank me. "

  Sure enough, the spider had already found him. Samwell started pondering.

  But he had nothing to be afraid of at this time, anyway, "Littlefinger" was dead, and, as far as the reasons were concerned, this spider was not much threat.

  " That's very much appreciated, Lord Varys. But in fact, I also helped you keep a lot of secrets. "Samwell said with a smile, "For example, your close contacts with the governor of Pentos, such as Viserys Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, or Griffin..."

  Samwell kept staring into Varys' eyes when he was speaking, and Varys' eyes didn't fluctuate much until the last "Griffin". He knew this Master of whisper is actually a deeply hidden conspirator. This person is secretly planning to restore the Targaryen Dynasty.

  And even so, the cautious and sophisticated Varys still made an extra layer of camouflage for his purpose—— ——

It seems that Varys is supporting Viserys and Daenerys, the two ostensible descendants of Targaryen, but in fact, these two brothers and sisters are just targets he deliberately threw to attract attention. In fact, Targaryen who he really wanted to support was actually someone else.

  So, Samwell stepped forward and said the name again : "For example, Griffin Targaryen." Varys finally couldn't keep calm anymore, his eyes fluctuated violently, but he still said firmly:

  "I don't know what you are talking about. "

  "You know, Lord Varys." "Samwell calmly smiled and said: "Like you, I am also very good at raising birds. The falcon you saw just now is just one of them. I have many small birds all over the world. "

  "It's impossible!" ' Varys blurted out.

  Having been engaged in intelligence work all his life, how could Varys not know the difficulty and cost of cultivating and disseminating ears? If he hadn't had the support of the Iron Throne, it would be impossible for him to lay such a large net.

  Therefore, in his opinion, Samwell definitely does not have enough time, energy, financial resources, and manpower to weave such an intelligence network.

  But, just now, Samwell told Varys the biggest secret in his heart, which made him extremely panicked and frightened.

  Moreover, since Samwell was able to play "Littlefinger" to death, he obviously knew a lot of secrets.

  This made Varys dare not despise this person at all.

  "There is nothing impossible here." Samwell patted the giant sword behind him, "You should know about [Dawn], the people of the Dayne family were sure that I will never pull it out, but I did . Going backward , no one believed that I could carve out a territory in the Red Mountains, and I did it too. And Petyr Baelish, who thought he could use me as a chess piece, was instead killed . Lord Varys, there are always some people who are destined to be extraordinary."

  Varys was speechless, his eyes flickered, didn't know what he was thinking.

  Seeing Varys' serious face, Samwell slowed down his tone, and said, "However, Lord Varys, you don't have to worry, because I'm not your enemy."

  Varys glanced at Samwell and asked: " So, Lord Caesar, what are we?"

  "Allies."

  "Allies?"

  "Yes." Samwell smiled sincerely, "We have a common purpose."

  The two conspirators in King's Landing—"Littlefinger " and "The spider ", one is a lunatic who just wants to create chaos and fish in troubled waters, and the other is an ambitious man who wants to restore the Targaryen dynasty. For Samwell, the former is extremely dangerous and must be resolved as soon as possible, but the latter can be drawn.

  Because the purpose of Varys in the current stage is very consistent with Samwell, that is, they both want to weaken the power of the Iron Throne, but they don't want to really see the Seven Kingdoms in chaos-because the power to restore the Targaryen dynasty is not ready to make a comeback .

  Although conflicts between the two will inevitably break out in the future, but at this stage, they can cooperate.

  Varys looked at Samwell in surprise, as if he didn't quite believe this.

  Samwell said bluntly: "Master Varys, the first condition for forming an alliance is to be honest , so I can tell you clearly that my purpose is to overthrow the Baratheon dynasty. At this point, I believe our goal is the same "

Hearing this , Varys seemed to finally let go of his guard, and returned to his original sweet tone:

  "Lord Caesar, so you also think that the Baratheon family is not worthy of sitting on the Iron Throne?"

  "Yes "Samwell said without scruples, "Robert was just a reckless man, how did he became a king? Stannis is too cruel and ruthless, and he may become a tyrant when he sits on the Iron Throne in the future. Renly is frivolous and naive, thinking that politics is just a dinner party, he can be successful king in the long peaceful summer, it's a pity that winter is coming."

Varys smiled: "Lord Caesar, have you forgotten that the heir of His Majesty Robert should be Prince Joffrey is right."

  "Okay, Lord Varys, don't tell me you don't know whose son Joffrey is."

  Varys took a deep look at Samwell: "Lord Caesar, it seems You do have many little birds."

  "Of course." Samwell showed a confident smile, "Master Varys, I know as much as you do."

"I believe it now."

  Varys seemed appreciating the ally in front of him, he pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "Then, my ally, what do you want to do with Lord Petyr?"

  "Of course , back to the dungeon, ." Samwell said without hesitation, It seems that it has been planned for a long time.

  " back?" Varys rolled his eyes, as if he was thinking about Samwell's intention.

  "Yes. Send him back to the cell while no one has discovered his disappearance. In this way, Lord Petyr died of a wound infection, um, maybe poisoning."

Varys blinked : "In that case, Prince Oberyn is the murderer. And he attacked Petyr in the street in full view, and now there is no need for a trial. Oh right, it's not just Lord Petyr's life's. I'm afraid Lord Jon's life will also be counted on his head."

  "Yes. Thinking of this, I can't bear it." Samwell said pretendingly, "So, I also ask you to take Oberyn from the dungeon. Let the prince out. Tell him, if you don't want to die in King's Landing, you should flee back to Dorne."

  "Then it will be more convincing ." Varys had already understood Samwell's plan, "Lord Caesar, you want to make Dorne bleed like a river."

  "It's not easy to make Dorne bleed." Samwell said with a smile, "Maybe the Iron Throne will shed more blood. But Lord Varys, Isn't this exactly the situation we want to see."

  Varys was silent for a while, not sure whether he was hesitating or thinking, but finally, he nodded:

  "Lord Caesar, you are right, this is exactly what we want to see to the situation."

[END]

Note - Griffin Targaryen is an OC .👍


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