Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Death prayer

  "Lord Caesar, it's an honor to meet you. I'm Lord Uller's illegitimate daughter ,Ellaria Sand."

  The woman greeted Samwell while dressing like no one else was present .

  "Greetings , LadyEllaria." Samwell turned sideways, avoided looking, and responded politely.

  He knew that this woman was the most favored of Prince Oberyn's many lovers, and bore him four illegitimate daughters.

  In case that Prince Oberyn will never marry then Ellaria is basically equivalent to the prince's wife.

  "You are more shy than I imagined." Ellaria put on her clothes, walked slowly to Samwell, and said with a smile, "You dare to charge against tens of thousands of Dorne army! why can't face a woman's naked body?"

  Are these two the same thing?

  Samwell curled his lips quietly, really speechless to these bohemian Dornish women.

  "Well, it seems that Lord Caesar doesn't want to waste his words with this illegitimate daughter. I'll leave." After saying that, Ellaria walked out.

  Samwell was a little embarrassed until the woman disappeared outside the door.

  And the strange smell in the room made him very uncomfortable.

  "Come in and Sit down." Prince Oberyn was not at all embarrassed.

  Thinking of his purpose, Samwell walked in and closed the door behind him.

  "Prince Oberyn , I heard that you have been praying devoutly in the Great Sept of Baelor these days, but I didn't expect it to be so devout."

"Otherwise?"

  Prince Oberyn smiled frivolously, "Did you expect me to kneel and cry bitterly in front of the altar of the Seven Gods?"

  That's true.

  How could the "Red Viper" repent.

  What's more, in this matter, he is really innocent.

  "I thought you would at least put on a little show so that His Majesty and the nobles of King's Landing can see your piety." Samwell looked around the room and found seven oil paintings hanging on the wall, each depicting the images of the Seven Gods.

  Prince Oberyn happened to be standing under the portrait of the Father at this moment.

  The bearded, holding a scale, symbolizing the god of justice, seems to be looking at the man in front of him with scrutiny.

  "I'm already doing my best." Prince Oberyn spread his hands, "you know, I didn't poison Jon Arryn at all, the old duke knew this and admitted it himself. To be honest, if it wasn't for I promised him peace, I would have ignore this so-called bullshit trial.

  If Robert Baratheon wants to crusade against Dorne, then come. The "conqueror" Aegon Targerian paid tens of thousands of soldiers and a giant dragon for this, I want to see how many men the stag is going to sacrifice this time." "

  "I can feel your sincerity for peace." Samwell walked In front of the second oil painting, looking at the Woman in the painting, Her smile is full of compassion and love, making people feel endless warmth and kindness.

  "I also understand the sacrifice you made for this." Samwell said sincerely.

  Unfortunately, Prince Oberyn didn't appreciate it: "Okay, Sam, don't pretend to be to be on my side. You are not a friend of the Martell family. Tell me, Why are you here ?"

' I'm here to remind you to pay attention to little Finger'Petyr Baelish and Lady Lysa's gossip. '

  Of course, Samwell definitely couldn't say that directly.

  He knew that for safety's sake, it was better to hide in the shadows, so that no one could easily discover his existence.

  Otherwise, if he didn't kill Littlefinger this time, wouldn't he be facing the other party's crazy revenge?

  When spreading rumors in King's Landing before, he was extremely cautious and restrained, only choosing to expose the ambiguous relationship between Littlefinger and Lady Lysa, and did not dare to disclose too much.

  In fact, there is no way to reveal more. If it is directly said that Jon Arryn was poisoned by Littlefinger and his wife, not many people will believe it, and the rumors will not spread.

  But prudence and restraint have also brought about a problem—

  this rumor is not "hot" enough, so it is still spreading in a small area and has not attracted much attention.

  Samwell feared the gossip would disappear before anyone noticed.

  Or until someone finally notices Littlefinger, only to find out that Prince Oberyn's trial is over and that Duke Jon's death is sealed.

  Then he would have wasted his efforts.

  That's why he wanted to reveal this rumor directly to Prince Oberyn.

  But it must not be said directly, but should be revealed in a natural and casual way, so as to hide one's true purpose...

  "Your Highness, I came this time to tell you to forget about Starfall City! "

At this moment, Samwell walked to the third oil painting. The warrior in the painting was holding a sharp long sword, just like his sonorous and cold words at the moment.

  "Heh!" Prince Oberyn smiled contemptuously, "Starfall City is originally Dorne's territory, you, a man from the Reach, have no right to dictate. But don't worry, since I promised Jon Arryn, I will not use force to take it. Instead of warning me, you should go back and take good care of that little girl. Don't act recklessly and provoke the resistance of the vassals of the Dayne family. Otherwise, we may have to clean her mess when the time comes."

  Prince Oberyn saw Samwell walking to the fourth oil painting, which showed the image of a young girl. She is a symbol of purity, beauty, and innocence, and is also the patron saint of all noble ladies.

  "Of course I will protect Lady Natalie." Samwell said with strong confidence, "I will never let any troubles arise in Starfall City. I am here to remind you this time, in fact, with peace and sincerity , I don't want to see the conflict between Reach and Dorne break out again because of this. Things like Ser Gerold Dayne, it's best not to happen again."

  Prince Oberyn curled his lips in disdain, but when he thought of his brother's plan, he didn't retort:

   "Peace is our common pursuit. To be honest, I really didn't know about Gerold . I don't even know about the mess he had with that kid from the Redwyne family. If I knew that this guy was so impulsive and stupid, I wouldn't have brought him to King's Landing."

"With your promise , I'm relieved." Samwell said with a smile, as if the purpose of this trip had finally been achieved.

  He continued to turn around the room, just before the fifth oil painting.

  The blacksmith in the painting was wielding a forging hammer, concentrating on hammering a weapon.

  And Samwell was also carefully building his weapon - a poisonous halberd.

  "By the way, Your Royal Highness. Has the trial regarding Duke Jon's death been fixed yet?" "

  "Not yet." Prince Oberyn shouted a little irritably, "Lysa Tully is still hiding in the Eyrie, I heard that she refused Renly Baratheon to come to King's Landing even when he personally invited her. Oh! This woman is really cowardly, is she still afraid that I will kill her in front of everyone?"

"Didn't you kill her husband in front of everyone ."

  "I didn't kill Jon Arryn!" Prince Oberyn paused, apparently suppressing his anger.

  "Okay, okay, okay." Samwell spread his hands, and then seemed to suggest casually, "Actually, I think Lord Petyr should invite Lady Lysa to King's Landing."

"Petyr Baelish "

  "Yes. I heard that he has a good relationship with Lady Lysa."

  "Really?" Prince Oberyn frowned, as if he didn't agree with Samwell's point of view.

  "That's right. Lord Petyr and Lady Lysa grew up together, and I heard that they were childhood sweethearts. He even angrily went to duel for her ."

  "You remember wrong, boy." Prince Oberyn sneered, "That's Lysa's sister Catelyn, the wife of the wolf king in Winterfell, Petyr Baelish liked her. The duel was also for her."

  "Really?" Samwell said he was not confident and puzzled, "Then why did I hear that after the death of Duke Jon, Lord Petyr is going to marry Lady Lysa?"

  "Who said what?"

  "Oh, it's at the market in Flea Nest. Of course, those sparrows may be talking nonsense."

  At this time, Samwell came to the sixth oil painting, and the old woman in the painting was Holding a lantern, her eyes reveal the wisdom of all the vicissitudes of life.

  Although Samwell didn't believe in gods in his heart, he couldn't help praying devoutly to the old woman at this moment, hoping that she would give Prince Oberyn wisdom so that he could discover the strangeness in his own words.

  "It It can be assumed that the untouchables are talking nonsense..." Prince Oberyn suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

  A thought suddenly appeared in his mind, almost making him unable to breathe.

  Petyr Baelish... Lysa Tully...

  Petyr Baelish! Lysa Tully!

  Yes, yes!

  Petyr likes her sister, why can't he empathize with her sister who looks similar?

  If Petyr has been in a secret relationship with Lysa, could it be that these two guys teamed up to murder Jon Arryn?

  Before going to Dorne, Lysa Tully was by Jon Arryn's side, and there were plenty of opportunities to strike!

  Prince Oberyn's eyes were ablaze.

  Samwell, who turned his back to the prince, couldn't see this situation, but he had already obtained the desired result from the prince's reaction.

  He continued to turn his back on Prince Oberyn, preventing him from seeing the strange expression on his face.

  "I suddenly remembered something, so I'll leaving first." Prince Oberyn hurriedly said, and then ran out without waiting for Samwell's response.

  It worked!

  If it wasn't for Prince Oberyn's sudden return, Samwell would have jumped up and cheered.

  Holding back the joy in his heart, he walked to the last oil painting.

  In the painting is the image of a god riding a pale mare, neither male nor female, neither human nor beast, unknown and unknowable, with an oval black face, only a pair of star-like eyes, but always hidden behind the hood.

  He is the Stranger, the symbol of death and destruction.

  No one in Westeros sings the praises of the Stranger, but at this time Samwell prayed devoutly to his portrait—

  respected god of death, please bring my gift to Petyr Baelish.

  I believe he will like it.

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