Chapter 155

Chapter 155 The Grand Maester's Legacy

 "I heard that Lord Pycelle head was chopped off when he died. Hah!, too tragic."

  Varys said, pointing to the bed with the blood-marks on it .

  Samwell shrugged: "When we released the snake, we should have guessed that it would bite. Fortunately, only one was killed."

  Hearing this, Varys became angry: "Lord Caesar! You know , if i hadn't tried my best to stop him last night, that snake would have entered Maegor's Tower!"

  Samwell laughed loudly, and patted Varys' fat shoulder:

  "I didn't expect you to be so daredevil ! A brave man who will give his life for his country!"

  Varys rolled his eyes, ignoring Samwell's sarcasm.

  "I heard that the council meeting this morning was quite exciting." Samwell said as he left the bedroom and walked towards the study of the grand maester .

  "Actually, it was expected. The queen controls most of the military power in the Red Keep. Renly doesn't dare to confront her head-on. So it was wise to resign as regent. But Lord Eddard..." Varys showed a trace of doubt "It really surprised me that he agreed the queen regent so easily."

  "Perhaps the direwolf is not as inflexible as you imagine." Samwell searched the bookshelves, and soon found his goal, the big book was easy to find.

  However, he didn't take it off immediately, but continued to go to the shelf next to it.

  There were all kinds of bottles and jars on it, and each container has a label written by the Grand Maester in neat handwriting, which looks orderly.

  "Perhaps, this is also good, at least the situation in King's Landing can be stabilized." Varys saw Samwell take out a vial from the shelf, and quickly reminded, "Lord Caesar, what you are holding is 'Rees' Tears', highly poisonous!"

  "I know." Samwell played with the vial, "Colorless and tasteless, as sweet as water, killing people invisible."

  "And the price is extremely expensive." Varys nodded and added, and then he saw Samwell stuffed the vial into his pocket.

  "When is His Highness Joffrey going to be crowned?" Samwell continued to look at the shelves and asked.

  "Three days later."

  "such a hurry?"

  "The country cannot live without a king." Varys saw Samwell stuffing each vial into his bosom, gray mushroom powder, ghost dance grass, stone lizard poison, widow's blood...

  He couldn't help but say: "Lord Caesar, so you came to search Lord Pacelle's collection."

"It's about recycling."

  "Then do you know what these things are for?"

  Samwell clapped his hands together : "Did you see a silver collar on my neck?"

  Varyston was speechless: "Then why are you 'recycling' ?"

  "Don't worry, although I don't understand, but there is a Maester in my territory."

  Varys coughed and reminded: "Qyburn has been expelled from the Citadel ."

  Samwell glanced at the spider in surprise: "I didn't expect you to know my territory so well, tell me, how many your little birds are there?"

  Varys smiled, of course he would not answer this question, and instead said,

  "I don't know if you have received a letter from your territory recently, but that wild man named Cheman under your command in the Red Mountain is very famous."

  "Really?"

  "Yes, as far as I know, he has conquered forty-seven tribes in the west of the Red Mountains, and his methods can be described as quite fierce and cruel. He have a title called 'Messenger of Terror' as his master, hehe, you are called the 'Baron of Terror' by many wildlings." "

  "Baron of Terror?" Samwell twitched the corners of his mouth.

  Damn Cheeman, I warned him!

  Maybe it's time to write back and ask him to stop for a while.

  Judging from the current situation, the Iron Throne would send troops against Dorne next, and he should also go back to the territory to reorganize his armaments, so that he can take this opportunity to eat a fat piece from Dorne.

  Samwell thought to himself.

  "Lord Caesar, you'd better keep some here." Varys couldn't stand Samwell's 'recycling ' , "Otherwise, when the next grand maester arrives, he'll cry to the king ."

  Samwell then gave up.

  Varys said softly: "Lord Caesar, there is actually a question I have been wanting to ask you."

  "Speak."

  "How did you find out that Lord Petyr was the real murderer of Lord Jon?"

  "Master Jon was murdered! Isn't the real culprit the 'Red Viper'."

  Hearing this prevarication, Varys was a little dissatisfied: "Hey, Lord Caesar, I really regard you as an ally, and you should also show some trust."

"Hah! How do you know I don't trust you." Samwell smiled and took out a bottle labeled "Sweet Sleeping Flower" and asked, "Master Varys, how much do you know about this?

  " Not much poisonous but the dosage must be controlled."

  "You know so much!" Samwell smiled and praised, and then changed the subject, "I heard that it can also treat epilepsy?"

  Varys' expression moved slightly, as if he understood: "To be precise, it can only suppress epilepsy and calm people."

  Samwell shook the vial and asked, "Then do you know anyone in King's Landing who always has this kind of medicine at home?"

  "There are quite a few. "

  "Does Littlefinger have any at home?"

  Varys was finally convinced of his guess this time, and gave Samwell a thumbs up: "Lord Caesar, I didn't expect you to suspect Lord Petyr from here. It's amazing! Yes, he does often buy these as Lysa's son suffers from epilepsy."

  Samwell pretended to be mysterious and said, "Littlefinger bought a large amount, right?"

  "Yes." Varys lowered his voice and said, "I suspect that he deliberately increased the dosage of the child's medicine. Hah!!, I guess the young Duke of Eagle's Nest City will not live long."

Samwell nodded and stuffed the bottle back into his arms .

  Then, he came to the bookshelf, and after flipping through a few books pretendingly, he finally took down the real goal of this trip - "The Genealogy and History of the Major Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms".

  In the original book, Duke Jon Arryn found the ironclad evidence that Queen Cersei's three children had no blood relationship with King Robert from this book, and later died because of it.

  "the seed is strong" In the original book, Jon Arryn shouted this before dying.

  These four enigmatic words actually hinted at the genetic trait of the Baratheon family - black hair.

  Queen Cersei's three children, without exception, are all blond - a characteristic of the Lannister family.

  The reason why no one has ever doubted this is because the Lannister family is so famous for its blond hair. And this family that has been present for six thousand years, while the Baratheon family has a history of only three hundred years. The stag sits on the Iron Throne, but in the hearts of the people of Westeros, the lion is the older and nobler lineage.

  It is also taken for granted that "the golden color of the lion will overwhelm the black of the stag".

  So it's no surprise that all three children have inherited their mother's blond hair.

  However, this book records several marriages between lions and stags in history. Because it was too long ago and they were all side branches, no one paid attention . But in those few examples, the offspring from these marriages were all black-haired.

  Without exception.

  Contrary to everyone's cognition, once the golden color of the lion meets the black of the buck, there is no choice but to surrender.

  This is the meaning of the riddle left by Jon before his death.

  This can also prove that the three blond princes and princesses do not have the blood of the Baratheon family at all!

  "Lord Caesar." Varys looked at the tome in Samwell's hand, and asked in confusion, "Why are you interested in this book? It only make's people doze off."

  Samwell took a deep look at Varys , but did not see any strangeness from the other party's face.

  This spider doesn't know the secrets in this book?

  He closed the book, held it in his hand, and said with a smile: "Haha, that's just right, I've been insomnia recently."

  Varys pointed to a small bottle on the shelf: "Then I suggest you get some poppy milk, It's much more effective than this book."

  "Okay." Samwell stuffed the bottle Varys pointed to into his arms on the principle of 'recycling' .

  Of course, he didn't put down the book either.

  Varys frowned, but saw that Samwell finally got up and walked out, so he didn't say anything else.

  "By the way, Lord Varys, there is something I want to consult."

  "I'm hearing ."

  "Lord 'Littlefinger' Petyr should have opened a lot of women's branches in King's Landing, right?"

  Varys smiled: " Nearly half of the women's quarters in King's Landing are run by Lord Petyr."

  Samwell knew that these women's quarters were actually places where Littlefinger collected information.

  "Now that Lord Petyr has unfortunately passed away, who will inherit these female branches?"

  "Well... I remember Lord Petyr has a cousin." Varys glanced at Samwell, "Why do you ask this ?"

  Samwell smiled slightly: "I want to buy these female branches, I wonder if you can help me contact the heir of the Baelish family?"

  "What are you buying these women's houses for?" Varys looked at him with raised eyebrows.

  "Investment. It just so happens that the jousting champion rewards a lot, and I'm wondering how to spend it." Samwell put on a rich and powerful look.

  Varys laughed: "Master Caesar, if you want to invest, I think you can invest in those merchants who conduct ocean trade. The return is much greater than that of the Women's Branch."

"But the Women's Branch is safe bet . "

  " Yeah." Samwell said solemnly, "They don't sink like sea ships, and you don't have to worry about encountering pirates, oh yes, even if the pirates really come, they have to obediently pay if they want the girls to spread their legs You see, it's not much safer than ocean trade."

  In fact, Samwell wants to control the intelligence system of "Littlefinger" in King's Landing. It's better to keep some eyes and ears down, so as not to be ignorant of the situation in the Seven Kingdom's Center in the future.

  Although Varys has become an "ally", it is obviously impossible for Samwell to completely trust this spider, and he still needs his own intelligence network.

  Varys should have also guessed Samwell's plan, but he couldn't refuse this kind of request, so he shrugged and said,

  "Okay, since you insist, I will help you get in touch."

  "Thank you, Lord Varys! "

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