Chapter 151

Chapter 151 The blame

Phew——

  "The spider " Varys blew out the candles and was about to go to bed when he suddenly heard a knocking sound.

  It seemed to be coming from a window.

  Varys lit the candle again, followed the sound to the window, but only saw the dark night sky.

  He opened the window, looked left and right, but still saw nothing.

  But just when Varys was about to close the window, a black shadow suddenly magnified in his sight, and the strong wind that hit his face made Varys close his eyes unconsciously.

  He was so frightened that he quickly closed the window, and when he opened his eyes again, he only saw the back of a big bird like an eagle going away.

  Varys frowned and thought for a while, then finally shook his head, ready to go back to sleep.

  But as soon as he turned around, he saw an extra scroll on the ground.

  Did that bird left it here ?

  Varys picked it up in bewilderment, and slowly opened it.

  Soon, his face froze.

  ...

  The night was pitch black.

  Varys walked out of the secret passage again, spotting jagged rocks in front of him, the sparkling Blackwater Bay in the distance, and the silent Port of King's Landing.

  He looked around, but saw no one.

  Varys walked a little further in the direction of King's Landing port , and finally saw two figures behind a rock.

  "Lord Varys."

  Through the moonlight, Varys saw the face of one of them clearly.

  "Lord Caesar." Varys nodded at the man, seemingly unsurprised, and then looked at another person lying on the ground, "Lord Petyr, he..."

  "Dead." Samwell said indifferently, "Master Petyr really didn't care about his body. He was still running outside after suffering such a serious injury, causing the old wound to burst and bled to death. Alas, what a pity "

  Varys looked at Petyr's body without moving for a while, and then sighed after a while:

  "It's a pity."

  He looked up into Samwell's eyes and said,

  "Lord Caesar, Did you send that falcon?"

  "Yes."

  "That falcon is really intelligent ." Varys said meaningfully, "I remember a falcon appearance on Ser Gerold Dayne and Hobber Redwyne ..."

  "Hahaha!" Samwell laughed loudly, "Lord Varys, you really know how weave story. There are also many people who keep falcons."

  " I'm also helpless , the more you know, the more you will inevitably think." Varys resumed his soft and greasy tone, "I also know that Lady of the Florent family was going to marry you, but then Lord Randyll let your brother Dickon marry her. So, which lady would you like to marry?"

  "What? Lord Varys is interested in my love life?"

  " I was just thinking, which lady is worthy of such an outstanding young knight like you. Yes, Lady Natalie Dayne is very suitable. I heard that you are very close."

  Samwell knew that Varys had already guessed that he planned the previous murder, and now he brought it up to warn him.

  If it was before, Samwell might still be a little apprehensive, but now, he is not worried at all.

  First, Varys has no evidence at all. Secondly, he also has the handle of Varys.

  If they really tear their face apart, this fat spider will be more screwed- he has more things to lose than Samwell.

  Most importantly, after killing "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish, Samwell no longer has any fear of these conspirators.

  That's right, when it comes to conspiracy and calculation, Samwell thinks he is not the opponent of these oldies . He was just a wine seller in his previous life, and at most he was little clever.

  But it doesn't matter .

  With his familiarity with the plot, Samwell could easily grasp the flaws of these conspirators.

  "Littlefinger" Petyr thought that the assassination of Jon Arryn was perfect, but he didn't know that he was naked in Samwell's eyes.

  "The spider " Varys thought that he could release Petyr from the dungeon without anyone noticing through the secret passage of the Red keep and a false identity of a jailer, but he didn't know that Samwell had already guessed his plan— —Because according to the plot, Varys "in the future" will use the same method to steal another dungeon prisoner.

  Therefore, Samwell was able to gain insight into their secrets and choose the most suitable time to act.

  Just like now, "Littlefinger" died as a matter of course.

  "Lord Varys, there is something I am very curious about." Samwell forcibly pulled the topic away from himself, "You said that Lord Petyr was locked in a prison, but why is he wandering outside? How ? Did you let him out?"

  Varys shrank his head, glanced at Samwell, and put on an innocent look:

  "I wonder about that too."

  Samwell smiled coldly: "Okay, Lord Varys, stop pretending. If you are really so innocent, why did you come out in the middle of the night just by an inexplicable letter?"

  Varys shrugged: "How can I remain indifferent when I hear that my old friend died suddenly. However, you say that I have anything to do with this matter is nonsense. Lord Caesar, if there is no evidence, you'd better not talk nonsense. Just like the death of Gerold and Hobber Redwyne, There was no evidence to be found, so I kept silent.

  Also, what did you tell Prince Oberyn in the Great Sept of Baelor? Why did he send his lover to the Eyrie immediately after returning? You see, I actually knew these things a long time ago, but I kept them secret for you. Lord Caesar, you should thank me. "

  Sure enough, the spider had already found him. Samwell started pondering.

  But he had nothing to be afraid of at this time, anyway, "Littlefinger" was dead, and, as far as the reasons were concerned, this spider was not much threat.

  " That's very much appreciated, Lord Varys. But in fact, I also helped you keep a lot of secrets. "Samwell said with a smile, "For example, your close contacts with the governor of Pentos, such as Viserys Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, or Griffin..."

  Samwell kept staring into Varys' eyes when he was speaking, and Varys' eyes didn't fluctuate much until the last "Griffin". He knew this Master of whisper is actually a deeply hidden conspirator. This person is secretly planning to restore the Targaryen Dynasty.

  And even so, the cautious and sophisticated Varys still made an extra layer of camouflage for his purpose—— ——

It seems that Varys is supporting Viserys and Daenerys, the two ostensible descendants of Targaryen, but in fact, these two brothers and sisters are just targets he deliberately threw to attract attention. In fact, Targaryen who he really wanted to support was actually someone else.

  So, Samwell stepped forward and said the name again : "For example, Griffin Targaryen." Varys finally couldn't keep calm anymore, his eyes fluctuated violently, but he still said firmly:

  "I don't know what you are talking about. "

  "You know, Lord Varys." "Samwell calmly smiled and said: "Like you, I am also very good at raising birds. The falcon you saw just now is just one of them. I have many small birds all over the world. "

  "It's impossible!" ' Varys blurted out.

  Having been engaged in intelligence work all his life, how could Varys not know the difficulty and cost of cultivating and disseminating ears? If he hadn't had the support of the Iron Throne, it would be impossible for him to lay such a large net.

  Therefore, in his opinion, Samwell definitely does not have enough time, energy, financial resources, and manpower to weave such an intelligence network.

  But, just now, Samwell told Varys the biggest secret in his heart, which made him extremely panicked and frightened.

  Moreover, since Samwell was able to play "Littlefinger" to death, he obviously knew a lot of secrets.

  This made Varys dare not despise this person at all.

  "There is nothing impossible here." Samwell patted the giant sword behind him, "You should know about [Dawn], the people of the Dayne family were sure that I will never pull it out, but I did . Going backward , no one believed that I could carve out a territory in the Red Mountains, and I did it too. And Petyr Baelish, who thought he could use me as a chess piece, was instead killed . Lord Varys, there are always some people who are destined to be extraordinary."

  Varys was speechless, his eyes flickered, didn't know what he was thinking.

  Seeing Varys' serious face, Samwell slowed down his tone, and said, "However, Lord Varys, you don't have to worry, because I'm not your enemy."

  Varys glanced at Samwell and asked: " So, Lord Caesar, what are we?"

  "Allies."

  "Allies?"

  "Yes." Samwell smiled sincerely, "We have a common purpose."

  The two conspirators in King's Landing—"Littlefinger " and "The spider ", one is a lunatic who just wants to create chaos and fish in troubled waters, and the other is an ambitious man who wants to restore the Targaryen dynasty. For Samwell, the former is extremely dangerous and must be resolved as soon as possible, but the latter can be drawn.

  Because the purpose of Varys in the current stage is very consistent with Samwell, that is, they both want to weaken the power of the Iron Throne, but they don't want to really see the Seven Kingdoms in chaos-because the power to restore the Targaryen dynasty is not ready to make a comeback .

  Although conflicts between the two will inevitably break out in the future, but at this stage, they can cooperate.

  Varys looked at Samwell in surprise, as if he didn't quite believe this.

  Samwell said bluntly: "Master Varys, the first condition for forming an alliance is to be honest , so I can tell you clearly that my purpose is to overthrow the Baratheon dynasty. At this point, I believe our goal is the same "

Hearing this , Varys seemed to finally let go of his guard, and returned to his original sweet tone:

  "Lord Caesar, so you also think that the Baratheon family is not worthy of sitting on the Iron Throne?"

  "Yes "Samwell said without scruples, "Robert was just a reckless man, how did he became a king? Stannis is too cruel and ruthless, and he may become a tyrant when he sits on the Iron Throne in the future. Renly is frivolous and naive, thinking that politics is just a dinner party, he can be successful king in the long peaceful summer, it's a pity that winter is coming."

Varys smiled: "Lord Caesar, have you forgotten that the heir of His Majesty Robert should be Prince Joffrey is right."

  "Okay, Lord Varys, don't tell me you don't know whose son Joffrey is."

  Varys took a deep look at Samwell: "Lord Caesar, it seems You do have many little birds."

  "Of course." Samwell showed a confident smile, "Master Varys, I know as much as you do."

"I believe it now."

  Varys seemed appreciating the ally in front of him, he pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "Then, my ally, what do you want to do with Lord Petyr?"

  "Of course , back to the dungeon, ." Samwell said without hesitation, It seems that it has been planned for a long time.

  " back?" Varys rolled his eyes, as if he was thinking about Samwell's intention.

  "Yes. Send him back to the cell while no one has discovered his disappearance. In this way, Lord Petyr died of a wound infection, um, maybe poisoning."

Varys blinked : "In that case, Prince Oberyn is the murderer. And he attacked Petyr in the street in full view, and now there is no need for a trial. Oh right, it's not just Lord Petyr's life's. I'm afraid Lord Jon's life will also be counted on his head."

  "Yes. Thinking of this, I can't bear it." Samwell said pretendingly, "So, I also ask you to take Oberyn from the dungeon. Let the prince out. Tell him, if you don't want to die in King's Landing, you should flee back to Dorne."

  "Then it will be more convincing ." Varys had already understood Samwell's plan, "Lord Caesar, you want to make Dorne bleed like a river."

  "It's not easy to make Dorne bleed." Samwell said with a smile, "Maybe the Iron Throne will shed more blood. But Lord Varys, Isn't this exactly the situation we want to see."

  Varys was silent for a while, not sure whether he was hesitating or thinking, but finally, he nodded:

  "Lord Caesar, you are right, this is exactly what we want to see to the situation."

[END]

Note - Griffin Targaryen is an OC .👍