Chapter 144

  Chapter 144 The Serpent released

 "Did you see Lysa Tully?"

  Prince Oberyn asked while helping his dusty lover Ellaria Sand take off her cloak.

  "No." Ellaria said with exhaustion on her face, but she still held her spirits up, "That woman dared not see me at all! Oberyn, you guessed right, there is definitely something wrong with Lysa Tully. She even refused to come to King's Landing even though Eddard Stark personally invited her!

She dared not testify in court under the gaze of the Seven Gods! She has a ghost in her heart!"

  Prince Oberyn nodded silently, deep in thought.

  Ellaria took a sip of her wine, took a breath, and said again: "By the way, I heard that the king was cut open during the battle royale?"

"Yes ."

A sneer appeared on Prince Oberyn's face, " In my opinion, that guy may only live for a few days."

  "Will it affect your trial?" Ellaria was a little nervous, "I always feel that the atmosphere in King's Landing is not quite right now."

  Prince Oberyn's face was also a bit serious: "Yeah!, I guess some people can't wait. However, this may not be a bad thing for us."

Seeing the cold light in her lover's eyes, Ellaria

couldn't stop asking: "Oberon, you don't want to make a move, do you?"

  "Is there any other way?" Prince Oberyn asked back.

  Ellaria quickly grabbed her lover's hand, and persuaded: "Don't be impulsive, Oberyn, anyway, the trial won't be held for a while, we still have time..." At this moment, the door was suddenly knocked by someone.

  "Come in."

  "Prince Oberyn ." The servant pushed the door open and said, "Just now Duke Renly sent someone to inform you that your trial will be held tomorrow morning."

"I see."

Prince Oberyn nodded his head, controlling his anger.

  When the servant left, Ellaria nervously grabbed her lover's hand: "Oberyn, you don't really want to kill Petyr Baelish, do you?"

"No, I won't kill him." Prince Oberyn shook off his lover's hand and strode out, "I want him to be judged!"

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  "Renly wants a trial tomorrow?" Petyr received the news, His face turning pale, "He won't wait for Lady Lysa?"

  The messenger didn't know how to answer, so he spread his hands and said, "Lord Petyr, if you have any questions about this matter, you can ask Lord Renly face to face."

  Petyr's face changed for a while, he already smelled a conspiracy—

  A conspiracy against himself!

Ned Stark had made it clear before that the trial would be postponed, and Renly Baratheon dared to risk offending the king's hand to force a trial.

  Reminiscing about the scandalous rumor, Petyr realized that the black hand behind the scenes targeting him had already begun to close the net.

  The opponent is forcing the "Red Viper" to attack him!

  He didn't want to face that Dornish madman.

  Thinking of this, Petyr rushed out of the room and shouted:

  "Bailan, Bailan! Bring guards and follow me."

  But after waiting for a while, there was no response.

  Petyr frowned: "Bai..."

  Before he could say the words, he was shocked to find that the knight had appeared by his side at some point.

  "Phew - why are you walking ghostly, you startle me!"

  Petyr complained, but there was still no response.

  He looked at his knight suspiciously: "Bailan, Something wrong ?"

  Bailan finally spoke as plain as ice without any fluctuation in his tone :

  "The debt the man owes to the Many-Faced God hasn't been paid yet."

  Petyr was stunned for a moment, but then he tensed up and blurted out,

  "You're not Bailan! You're the Faceless One!"

  "Debt hasn't been paid". The Faceless Man said coldly.

  "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten." Petyr cursed inwardly, forcing a smile on his face, "Jaqen H'ghar, No need for reminder. However, saving someone from the prison is not that simple... ..."

  "A life for a life."

The faceless man's gaze made Petyr feel an endless chill, and the smile on his face became more forced:

  " I will definitely save him, in fact, I already have a plan. You know about the Night Watchmen Legion on the Wall, right? They come to King's Landing every year to recruit recruits, but who wants to go to that ghostly place, additionly they can't even marry wives and have children. Every time they come , the king will let them go to the prison to pick some criminals to go to the Wall. Therefore, my plan is to let Jaqen H'ghar leave the prison with the night watchman. This is the safest and surest Solution."

  The Faceless Man stared into Petyr's eyes for a while, and finally said expressionlessly: "Okay."

  Petyr heaved a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Then—where is my knight?"

  " Before the man fulfills his promise, someone is your knight."

  Petyr frowned and said: "But, someone will try to kill me, can you protect me ?"

  "Before the man pays off the debt , someone will not let others take a man's life."

  'You faceless ones have only killed people, when did you start protecting people? '

  Petyr muttered something to himself, but he also knew that he couldn't argue with the Faceless.

  The thought of the impending trial gave him a headache.

  Petyr knew that he had to strengthen his guards during this period of time, and the best way was to find Janos Slynt, the commander of the city garrison, who happened to be in his pocket.

  So, after his dozen or so guards had assembled, Petyr walked out.

  The Faceless Man also followed quickly, his footsteps extremely light, almost without a sound.

  The group first went to the command post of the Capital Garrison , but were told that Sir Janos was not there.

  "Where did he go?"

  "Master Janos didn't say."

  Petyr was not discouraged, he had already guessed where Janos Slynt might go.

  So, he brought his men to another women's branch.

  Petyr seemed to be very familiar with the still charming proprietress, and asked with a smile:

  "Is Ser Janos Slynt here?"

  "Yes, Lord Petyr, I will take you to him ."

  Petyr was about to reach out and pat the woman's upturned buttocks, but suddenly found that the faceless man pulled his clothes, and the huge force made him stagger backwards.

  Before Petyr could question him angrily, a black light flashed in front of his eyes.

  boom!

  Amidst the sawdust flying, Petyr was shocked to find that it was actually a long spear—the leaf-shaped spear head was black and shiny, shining with a palpitating faint light.

  "Run!"

  Petyr heard the Faceless Man's growl, he turned his eyes and saw a tall figure in an orange-red robe rushing towards him like lightning!

  "The Red Viper!" Petyr ran, "Are you crazy!"

  "Petyr Baelish!" Prince Oberyn yelled, drawing his spear from the wall, "I'm going to kill you!"

"You!"

  The women's branch suddenly exploded, and amidst the screams, the clients and women fled in all directions.

  Prince Oberyn charged unabated, with unstoppable ferocity, like a storm on the sea, sweeping towards Petyr.

  But amidst the storm, an inconspicuous light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes—

  swis-!

  A tiny crossbow bolt was blocked by Prince Oberyn, but it also made him freeze.

  "Who are you!" Prince Oberyn noticed this unusual guard.

  The Faceless Man didn't answer, but drew out his two knives and threw them at Prince Oberyn's eyes.

  Prince Oberyn dodged and at the same time threw his spear at the faceless.

  boom!

  The wooden floor exploded, and among the flying sawdust, the Faceless Man rolled over and disappeared.

  Petyr's guards also surrounded him at this time, but Prince Oberyn was unafraid, he picked his spear again, looking menacing that even guards didn't dare to approach at all.

  Prince Oberyn didn't bother with these guards either, the spear shot, piercing a gap, and the whole person followed the spear and rushed out of the encirclement, he locked onto Petyr's figure again and chased after him.

  "Stop!"

The sound of fighting and Petyr's relentless cries for help finally attracted the commander of the capital garrison, Janos Slynt, who roared and ordered his guards to stop Prince Oberyn.

  Petyr was overjoyed when he heard this voice, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Prince Oberyn figure chasing after him.

  "Help me!"

  The faceless man rushed out from nowhere again, and the dagger in his hand went straight to Prince Oberyn's neck.

  "Move!!!" Prince Oberyn shouted.

  In a blink of an eye, the dagger pierced through the orange robe, but only left a mark on the inner leather armor. Prince Oberyn ignored the weird killer, and pointed his spear at Petyr.

  stab-!

  The blood burst out, and Petyr felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and he flew like rag doll .

  A dozen or so guards finally arrived and cooperated with Petyr's bodyguards to surround Prince Oberyn.

  "Lord Petyr, are you alright?"

  Janos ran over and asked.

  Petyr was dizzy from the fall, and he struggled to get up from the ground after a long while, only to see a hideous cut in his left arm, blood mixed with some kind of black liquid gurgling out.

  His heart suddenly became cold.

  "Quick! Cut off my left arm!" Petyr roared frantically.

  "My lord..." Janos was at a loss for a moment.

  "Cut!"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Petyr felt his left arm go numb and swell, and he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, he quickly pulled out the saber from Janos' waist, gritted his teeth, and pointed at his own left arm!

  Chi!

  The long sword penetrated into the bone, but it got stuck inside due to insufficient strength.

  Petyr was crying like ghosts and howling like wolves.

  Janos was still hesitating, but the faceless man "Bailan" appeared out of nowhere, and a knife flashed.

  "Ah!!!"

  The broken arm fell to the ground, and Petyr rolled on the ground in pain.

  In his blurred vision, he saw the "Red Viper" standing proudly, pointing the spear in his direction, and shouting:

  "Petyr Baelish! You conspired to poison Duke Jon Arryn! I I want you to be judged!"

  The mental fear and physical pain flooded up, and Petyr rolled his eyes and passed out.

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