BXBX NOVEL Chapter 149: block
Passing the corridor where the dragon skulls were placed on the way, "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish couldn\'t help staring at these black crystal-like things.
He knew that these dragon bones were originally placed in the throne room, but after the War of the Reavers, the new king Robert didn\'t like to be stared at by the empty eyes of these dragon bones, so he sent someone to throw them away as trash and replaced them with brocade. tapestry.
Looking at these keel bones, Petyr couldn\'t help asking:
"Varys, you sent me to the other side of the Narrow Sea to serve the brothers and sisters of the Targaryen family, right?"
Varys turned back and smiled mysteriously, but did not answer directly: "You will know when you go."
Petyr frowned and complained: "But as far as I know, those brothers and sisters are wandering around in the Free Trade City, and they don\'t have many subordinates around them, let alone any power. Since you plan to help them regain the Iron Throne , why do nothing for so many years, just let the brother and sister wander around like ghosts?"
"Who said I didn\'t do anything." Varys defended a sentence, but there was no more content.
Petyr said anxiously: "Varys, I have decided to join you! Why didn\'t you tell me anything? You don\'t think I have room for repentance, do you? Or, you still refuse to treat me as your own?"
Varys was a little helpless, so he had to say: "Master Petyr, of course I trust you. However, sometimes the plan is not always fixed. I will tell you one now, and maybe I adopted another plan at that time. Instead, you will think that I lied to you."
"Then tell me all the plans!" Petyr said, "I can help you complete them."
Varys giggled, shook his head and said: "Master Petyr, thank you for your kindness, but our plan is already perfect, but we didn\'t bet all the chips in one place."
Petyr\'s eyes flashed: "Besides those brothers and sisters, where else can you bet your chips?"
"When you arrive in Pentos, you will know." Varys still refused to reveal more.
Petyr secretly cursed the **** as dead, but there was nothing he could do.
Perhaps because he was worried about chilling the hearts of his "allies", Varys finally revealed something:
"Actually, we didn\'t do nothing for the pair of brothers and sisters. Illyrio has already sent someone to contact Khal Drogo of the Dothraki. The girl will be given to this \'horse king\' as a gift. If successful, Then we will get more than 40,000 mounted warriors!"
Petyr still frowned after hearing this: "Dothraki? Those barbarians on horseback? They don\'t even have armor. How can they fight against the Iron Knights of the Seven Kingdoms?"
Varys smiled: "If the Seven Kingdoms are united under the Iron Throne, of course there is no chance, but if the Seven Kingdoms are in chaos..."
Petyr was not convinced by this reason, he always felt that Varys\' real bargaining chip should be placed in another place, the place that he still refused to say.
The brothers and sisters of the Targaryen family should be just bait put on by the fat man to attract attention.
But since Varys refused to say anything, Petyr couldn\'t ask.
Because of the broken arm injury, Petyr was very weak, and he needed to stop and rest after walking for a while.
"Drink some more wine, Lord Petyr, it will be more comfortable." Varys handed over the wine bag again.
Petyr took the wine bag and took a few more sips, but he drank so fast that he coughed.
He leaned on the wall, panted, and then changed the subject:
"Varys, have the Tyrells gone to see Renly?"
Varys smiled, nodded and said: "Yes, the three Tyrell brothers and sisters just went to see Duke Renly this morning, and they talked for a long time."
"Damn Tyrell! Damn Renly!" Petyr cursed, "I\'m afraid that idiot Renly has tampered with the will! That idiot can no longer restrain his ambition! Varys, help me get this Tell Cersei the secret!"
"Lord Petyr, you are going to the other side of the Narrow Sea, so stop worrying about King\'s Landing."
"You help me this time first! Varys, this is good for you too. Believe me, the situation in King\'s Landing will definitely be controlled by the Lannister family. It is the best choice for you to serve the queen at this time!"
"I will consider your suggestion." Varys smiled softly.
Petyr nodded in satisfaction, but then he said:
"Also, you can help me mention \'Red Viper\' to let him know that he was used by the Tyrell family."
This time Varys shook his head and refused, "Okay, Lord Petyr, you should do the revenge yourself in the future."
"Varys, I know that you want to weaken the Seven Kingdoms, which is good for your plan. Think about it, the Reach and Dorne are blood feuds. If the \'Red Viper\' knows that those roses are behind the scenes. I will definitely not let it go! Helping me is helping yourself!"
"I\'ll consider it." Varys shrugged and didn\'t agree on the spot.
Petyr didn\'t say much anymore.
The secret passage became quiet, only the sound of low footsteps remained.
After walking for more than half an hour, the two finally got out of the secret passage, and their eyes suddenly opened up.
At this time, the sun is about to set, and the Heishui Bay under the afterglow is quiet and beautiful, like a girl before going to sleep.
Varys handed a money bag to Petyr, saying:
"Go to Port King\'s Landing and look for the Lightseeker, remember clearly, the Lightseeker, it will take you to Pentos. Goodbye, my friend."
Petyr took the purse, opened it, and frowned immediately: "That\'s all?"
Varys shrugged: "Master Petyr, I am not like you, who can conjure a golden dragon with just a snap of my fingers. And in your current situation, too much money is a disaster instead. Don\'t worry, the money is enough You arrived in Pentos smoothly, and Governor Illyrio will treat you well when you get there."
Petyr had no choice but to put away the money bag, and asked Varys to make a simple disguise for himself to prevent being recognized.
"Goodbye, Varys."
The two waved goodbye.
Petyr turned around and walked a few steps, but turned back unwillingly: "I will be back..."
Unfortunately, it was discovered that Varys had disappeared.
I will come back and take back what is mine!
Petyr could only promise himself in his heart.
Then, he finally gritted his teeth, turned and walked towards the port.
The chancellor did not notice that a falcon was hovering above his head.
It is quietly watching the scene below with extremely human eyes.
In the silent night, Petyr came to the port with difficulty and found the Lightseeker.
On the deck, someone was already waiting, and when that person saw Petyr, he lowered the gangway and let him aboard.
"You are Master Silawa, I am very happy to serve you."
Petyr knew that this "Silava" should be the pseudonym Varys gave himself.
He nodded and asked, "When will the ship leave?"
"Let\'s go right away. Now the wind direction is just right, and the tide is starting to rise. Make some preparations, and we will set off."
"Okay." Petyr heaved a sigh of relief, he just wanted to leave this nightmare place immediately.
The man led Petyr to the cabin, opened a room, and said:
"My lord, please rest here first, someone will come and deliver your food later."
"good."
The cabin is not big, there is only a small bed and a simple table, but Petyr is not qualified to be picky.
He is no longer the Minister of Finance, but a fugitive in distress.
Petyr\'s heart throbbed when he thought that everything he had struggled for so many years would disappear from today.
After secretly feeling sad for a while, someone knocked on the door.
Petyr moved his body and stepped forward to open the door.
"My lord, here are venison, potatoes, and wine for you."
"Okay. Let it go."
"Yes, my lord."
Petyr was not used to eating because he was missing a hand.
But it’s okay, at least the left hand is missing. If it is the right hand, he still needs to learn to eat with his left hand.
Petyr pretended to be strong to comfort himself, but he couldn\'t help thinking about everything that happened in King\'s Landing City.
He wants revenge, he wants House Tyrell, Renly to pay the price!
Although Varys agreed with his lips, he may not actually follow his own suggestion, so this revenge, I am afraid he will have to avenge it himself in the future.
Revenge...
Petyr tried hard to conceive his own revenge plan, but the severe pain of the wound made him unable to concentrate on thinking, and his brain was dizzy, as if rusted.
He just wants to sleep right now.
After a hasty dinner, Petyr was about to go to sleep when he heard a knock on the cabin door.
Petyr actually didn\'t want to be disturbed, but he could only drag his tired and weak body forward to open the hatch.
"Who are you?" Petyr asked, frowning.
The person outside the door lowered his head, unable to see his face clearly in the dark night.
"Lord Petyr."
Hearing the other party call out his real name, Petyr\'s pupils shrank suddenly, and he was about to close the door, but a big hand grabbed his neck.
"Ho—" Petyr\'s shout turned into a small shriek, but it quickly disappeared into the sound of the wind and waves.
At this time, he finally saw the face of the person who came—
Samwell Caesar!
How could it be him?
Could it be him?
In the blink of an eye, Petyr finally figured out everything.
It turned out that it was this young baron who had been neglected by him who designed him behind the scenes!
Yes, if the Tyrell family really planned to deal with themselves, why did they only send those three young men to King\'s Landing? If the "Queen of Thorns" sees through his plot, she will definitely come here in person!
I was tricked!
Varys!
"Mountain..." Petyr tried to speak, but the big hand around his neck was tightening like a pincer, making him unable to breathe.
Let me go! Let me go!
He could only beg for mercy with his eyes, begging for mercy very sincerely.
Unfortunately, the Baron Yingzuiyu on the opposite side was like an iceberg, with no sympathy in his eyes, but a very familiar smile on the corner of his mouth——
That was Petyr\'s own trademark smile, full of narrow-mindedness and mockery.
Petyr tried his best to use his remaining right hand to slap his big iron-clamp hand with the last of his strength, but it seemed extremely futile.
His vision began to blur, and his consciousness gradually faded. Before he fell into a coma, Petyr heard Samwell whisper in his ear:
"I bring you greetings from Jon Arryn."
(end of this chapter)