Chapter 149

  Chapter 149 Intercept

  Only the light of fire was illuminating the dark passage as the two walked slowly .

  On the way, when he passed the corridor where the dragon skulls were displayed, Petyr Baelish "Littlefinger" couldn't help but stare at these black crystal-sculptures .

  He knew that these dragon bones were originally placed in the throne room, but after the Robert's w, the new king didn't like to be stared at by the empty eyes of these dragon bones, so he order them to be thrown as trash and replaced them with brocade tapestry.

  Looking at these skull bones, Petyr couldn't help asking:

  "Varys, are you sending me to the other side of the narrow sea because you want me to serve the brother and sister of the Targaryen family?"

  Varys turned his head and smiled mysteriously, but gave no direct answer: "You will know ."

  Petyr frowned and complained: "But as far as I know, the brother and sister are wandering around the Free Trade City, and there are not many men around them, let alone army. Since you planned to help them regain the Iron Throne, why did you do nothing for so many years and let those brothers and sisters wander around like ghosts?"

"Who said I didn't do anything." Varys Justified , but there was no more text.

  Petyr said anxiously: "Varys, I have decided to join you! Why won'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 will adopt another plan at that time. On the contrary, you will think that I have lied to you."

  "Then tell me all the plans!" Petyr said, "I can help you complete it."

Varys giggled, shook his head and said: "Lord Petyr, Thank you for your kindness, our plan has been perfected, and we do not bet all the chips in one place."

  Petyr's eyes flashed: "Other than the brother and sister, where else have you placed your betz ?"

"You will know when you arrive in Pentos"

  Petyr secretly cursed the eunuch, but there was nothing he could do or say .

  Perhaps because he was worried about fluctuating heart of his "allies", Varys finally revealed something:

  "Actually, we didn't do nothing about the pair of brothers and sisters. Illyrio has already sent someone to contact the chief of Dothraki. Oh, and that girl will be given to the 'Horse King' as a gift, and if successful, we will get more than 40,000 mounted warriors!"

  Petyr still frowned after hearing this: "Dothraki? Barbarians on horseback? They don't even have armor, how can they fight against the Iron Knights of the Seven Kingdoms?"

  Varys chuckled, "If the Seven Kingdoms are united under the Iron Throne, of course there is no chance, but if the Seven Kingdoms are in chaos…"

  But 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 just be the bait that the fat man put on the surface to attract attention.

  But since Varys refused to say anything, Petyr couldn't ask.

  Because of the missing arm, Petyr was weak and needed to stop and rest after walking a short distance.

  "Have some more wine, Lord Petyr, it will be more comfortable." Varys passed the wine bag again.

  Petyr took the wine bag, but drank so fast that he coughed.

  He leaned against the wall, panted, and then changed the subject:

  "Varys, have the Tyrells gone to see Renly?"

  Varys smiled and nodded, "Yes, Tyrell siblings 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 message to Cersei in secret!"

  "Lord Petyr, you are going to the other side of the Narrow Sea, so don't worry about King's Landing anymore."

  "You help me this time first! Varys, it will be good for you too believe me, the situation in King's Landing will definitely be controlled by the Lannister family, and it is the best choice for you to serve the queen at this time!"

"I will consider your suggestion." Varys smiled softly .

  Only then Petyr nodded in satisfaction, but then he said:

  "Also, can you help poke the 'Red Viper' let him know that he was used by the Tyrell family."

  Varys shook his head this time: "Okay, Lord Petyr, the matter of revenge is up to you in the future."

  "Varys, I know that you want to weaken the Seven Kingdoms, which is good for your plan. Think about it, Reach and Dorne have blood feuds, if the 'Red Viper' knows that those roses are doing things behind the scenes again this time, they will definitely not let it go! Helping me is helping yourself!"

"I will consider it." Varys shrugged but did not agree on the spot.

  Petyr didn't say much more.

  The secret passage was quiet, only the sound of low footsteps remained.

  After walking for about half an hour, the two finally got out of the secret passage, their eyes clearing.

  At this time, the sun was about to set, and the black water bay under the afterglow looked quiet and beautiful, like a girl before going to bed.

  Varys handed a money bag to Petyr, and said,

  "Go to Port King's Landing and look for the Lightseeker, remember clearly, the Lightseeker, he 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 golden dragon's with just a snap of fingers. And in your current situation, too much money is a disaster instead. Don't worry, the money is enough for you to 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, Varys had disappeared.

  I will come back and take back what is mine!

  Petyr could only promise himself in his heart.

  Afterwards, he finally gritted his teeth, turned and walked towards the port.

  The Master of coin's , who narrowly escaped death, did not notice that a falcon was hovering above his head.

  It was quietly watching the scene below with extremely humane 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 board the ship.

  "You are Sir Silawa, glad to serve you."

  Petyr knew that this "Silawa" should be the pseudonym Varys gave himself.

  He nodded and asked, "When will we sail?"

  "We can leave right away, the wind is smooth , and the tide is starting to rise, so we'll set off after a little preparation." "

  "Okay." Petyr breathed a sigh of relief , he just wants to leave this nightmare place immediately.

  The man led Petyr to the cabin, opened a room, and said,

  "My lord, please rest here first, and someone will come to bring you food later."

  "Okay."

  The cabin was not big, only a small bed and a simple table, but Petyr was 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 now on.

  After secretly feeling melancholy for a while, someone knocked on the door.

  Petyr moved his body and stepped forward to open the door.

  "My lord, here's venison, potatoes, and wine for you."

  "Okay. Leave it at table."

  "Yes, my lord."

  Petyr ate, not used to the lack of a hand.

  But fortunately, at least the left hand is missing, if it is the right hand, he has to learn every small things.

  Petyr pretended to be strong to comfort himself, but he couldn't help thinking about everything that happened in King's Landing.

  He wanted revenge, and wanted to make House Tyrell and Renly pay the price!

  Although Varys agreed with his lips, he may not actually follow his 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 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 heads, unable to see his faces clearly in the dim night.

  "Hello there , 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.

  "He—" 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 all the time who stuck him behind the scenes!

  Yes, if the Tyrell family really planned to deal with him, why did they only send those three siblings to King's Landing? If the "Queen of Thorns" saw through his plot, she would have definitely come in person!

  I was tricked!

  Varys!

  "Sam..." 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, very sincerely.

  It's a pity that the Baron of Eagle island 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 signature smile, full of narrowness and mockery.

  Petyr tried his best to use his remaining right hand to slap his big iron-like hands with his last strength, but it seemed extremely futile.

  His vision began to blur, and his consciousness gradually faded. Before he passed out completely, Petyr heard Samwell whisper in his ear:

  " greetings from Jon Arryn."

  [END]