Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 150 Death of the Conspirator

   Waking up again, Petyr found an endless starry sky in front of him.

   "You are awake, Lord Petyr."

  Hearing this voice, Petyr shuddered.

  He struggled to sit up, only to realize that he was in a small boat, with Samwell Caesar sitting in front of him, rowing his oars towards the port of Blackwater Bay.

   "Sam..." Petyr forced a smile, "How did you find me?"

   "A little bird told me." Samwell said with a smile.

  In fact, after being led by Arya into the secret passage of the Red Castle, Samwell guessed that Varys might steal "Littlefinger" away.

   After all, Varys has a "convict record". In the original book, this spider secretly let go of the "little devil" Tyrion Lannister who was locked in a black prison.

  So, he has been sending Falcons to monitor outside the exit of the secret passage, and then he found the whereabouts of these two people.

   After Petyr heard the "little bird" in Samwell's mouth, his first reaction was that Varys had betrayed himself.

  But the next moment he immediately denied this possibility, the **** didn't need to play with himself like this.

   "Where are you... are you taking me?"

   "Of course I brought you back to King's Landing, Lord Petyr, you have to attend the trial tomorrow, so don't be late."

  Petyr's heart felt cold, and the warm summer wind blew by, making his body shiver with cold.

   Only then did he realize that he was completely soaked through.

  Petyr immediately guessed that he should have been taken to swim in the sea by Samwell.

   But the thing is, his broken arm—

  Petyr quickly lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw that the white cloth bandaging the broken arm had been completely dyed red, and the blood was still remaining, forming a shallow pool of blood on the boat.

  Suddenly, Petyr only felt a burst of dizziness, and he fell back weakly.

boom.

   "Sam." Petyr lay on his back, only feeling that the strength of his whole body seemed to be flowing away with the blood from the wound, he tried his best to concentrate his gradually lax spirit, and begged, "Help me, save me!"

  Samwell put down the oar, came to Petyr, grinned and said:

   "Sorry, Lord Petyr, I accidentally soaked your wound in water just now. I really want to help you deal with it, but unfortunately, I can't."

"It's very simple, I'll teach you." Petyr resisted the urge to curse in his heart, and tried to put on a smiling face, "You first use fire to burn the red sword, and then press it on my wound to burn the flesh and blood. can stop..."

   "Okay, Petyr, why bother." Samwell didn't bother to continue talking to this person, "You know I'm here to kill you. Stop struggling uselessly and save yourself some dignity."

   "Sam, listen to me, don't kill me. I'm useful, I can give you everything you want!"

   "Hahaha!" Samwell laughed loudly when he heard the words, "Petyr, you have nothing yourself, give me everything I want? What will you give?"

"I have nothing? Hahaha..." Petyr also laughed, "Samwell Caesar, you really underestimate me. Since you can guess that I killed Jon Arryn, you spread the news about me and Leon Sha Tully's rumors, don't you see my control over the valley?"

  Samwell chuckled: "You don't think you can control the valley with those orphans and widows, do you? Even if you marry Lysa Tully, the nobles of the valley will obediently obey Baelish's orders?"

   "Of course I won't just rely on the mother and child. My control over the valley is far beyond your imagination." Petyr tried to seduce, "Want to know? Sam, help me stop the bleeding first."

  Unfortunately, Samwell looked at him quietly, indifferent.

  Petyr only felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and the feeling that his life was passing away made him extremely terrified.

"Sam, listen to me." Petyr had no choice but to continue to show his worth, "I worked as a tax collector in Seagull Town for five years, and I increased the tax revenue of the largest trading city in the Valley by ten times! To and from the Narrow Sea The merchants, captains, adventurers, and bankers are all my friends! Do you know how big this force is?

  Those stupid aristocrats who only know how to wield swords can't understand this emerging power, let alone control it!

   But, I can! "

  Samwell frowned, a little surprised by Littlefinger's vision, did this guy become the spokesperson of the emerging bourgeoisie? However, this is not surprising. After all, the other party can be the Minister of Finance, and he must be a powerful presence in the economic field.

  Of course, there must be bragging in it.

  Before the start of industrialization, the so-called bourgeoisie were businessmen with a little money, and their energy was limited.

Petyr saw that Samwell hadn't moved, so he had to continue to give evidence: "Do you know that the Corbray family in Heartland City is about to go bankrupt? Lord Leonor Corbray just passed away his wife recently, and I'll give him I introduced someone, not a noble lady, but a commoner! A lowly commoner!

  Count Leonor certainly did not agree, but I have already seen his struggle and hesitation. Why? It's not because that commoner is rich! Believe me, he will say yes sooner or later!

And Lord Gerald Grafson of Seagulltown, who has always wanted to give his son to me as a squire, and Lord Lindley of Snakewood City, Lord Wackley of Candlehole City... They are all in financial difficulties, thanks to my help. Rescue!

  Sam, believe me, I don't need that stupid woman Lysa Tully at all, as long as Jon Arryn is dead, no one in the Vale can resist me!

   At most that bronze Jon is a bit of a problem, but I have plenty of ways to isolate him...

   So, trust me, Sam, stop the bleeding! "

  Samwell rubbed his chin, thinking about the information revealed in Petyr's words.

   I have to say that although I know that this person is full of lies, some of the words are probably true.

  For example, this person really didn’t take Lysa Tully as a **** very seriously, and he was merciless when killing this woman in the original book.

   Another example is Earl Leonor Corbray. It seems that he did marry a commoner woman later and became a laughing stock in the aristocratic circle. This also shows that this valley noble may really be on the verge of bankruptcy.

As for Bronze Jorn, in order to oppose Petyr's custody of young Robert and the right to rule the valley, he did form an "Alliance of the Righteous", but he was drawn in and rebelled by Petyr several times. operation collapsed.

"Sam..." Petyr was getting weaker and more panicked, so he had to continue to reveal the secret, trying to impress Samwell, "Think about it, Jon Arryn promoted me to be the Chancellor of the Exchequer just because Am I his vassal, or will Lysa Tully be able to compromise that old fellow who puts honor above all else?

No! Jon Arryn knows my worth! He knows this country can't do without me!

  The Iron Throne owes a huge debt of up to six million gold dragons. Do you really think that this was squandered by Robert alone? Did you know that the whole of Westeros is about to face a storm!

   Only I... only I can save this!

  Trust me, Sam, your mother is from the Florents, right? Let me tell you, the foxes in Liangshui City are about to go bankrupt! That **** who married Stannis... Damn, I'm so out of my mind I can't even remember her name... But you know what, she turned her back on the Faith of the Seven and offered to the Red God Believers borrow money!

   There is also Hightower in the Old Town, regardless of their glory, they have made a lot of money in ocean trade, but they don't know the risks at all! All it takes is a major storm, or a rampant pirate raid, to wipe out their fleet..."

  Seeing that the other party was getting more and more exaggerated, Samwell interrupted with a smile:

"Okay, Petyr, do you think I'm a three-year-old child, and I can be frightened by a few words? According to you, is it true that all the gentlemen in Westeros are about to go bankrupt and rely on your help? ?”

"You don't understand, you really don't understand...But, Sam, even if you don't believe what I said, you should be aware of the current situation in King's Landing, right? Robert's death was planned by me, and you should have guessed it with your intelligence. "

"Yes, I guessed it." Samwell saw that Petyr dared to admit such a thing. It seemed that he had lost too much blood and his mind was confused. Of course, it might be that there was really nothing he could do, so he could only confess some secrets. .

  So Samwell wondered if he could squeeze out more secrets: "So what? It doesn't do me any good if you plan this."

"Why not?" Petyr said hastily, "Sam, can't you see? The situation in King's Landing is completely under my control now, Ed Stark is a mindless fool, and Cersei is even more desperate Crazy, every step of theirs is so easy to guess, I can easily play with them and applaud!

   As for the 'Red Viper', he was just a reckless man with only brute force. It was because... In short, I can easily play him to death.

Believe me, believe me, Sam, the City Watch is under my control, and the Kingsguard, and my men... Really, I'm not lying to you... Don't you look at me like that... Really, I don't even I can give you his name...Ser Mandon Moore, although he was recommended by Jon Arryn, but in fact...follow my orders...

  Sam...Sam, as long as you help me, we can control King's Landing and let the situation of the Seven Kingdoms evolve according to our ideas...

  Sam...I can help you sit on the Iron Throne...

  Sam...save me...save me..."

  Unfortunately, no matter how Petyr tempted, Samwell remained unmoved.

  As the blood loss increased, Petyr's eyes began to blur, and his speech became more and more illogical.

  Samwell thought about whether to help him deal with the wound, so as to spy out more information, but in the next second, he dismissed the idea.

  What Littlefinger said was true or false, Samwell really didn't have the time to distinguish one by one, and this person was too dangerous, if he was not careful, he might fall into a trap.

  So, one of the biggest conspirators in Game of Thrones, it is better to die.

   Moreover, only after he dies can Samwell proceed with his plan.

  After making up his mind, he no longer managed Petyr, leaving him here to fend for himself, and went back to rowing.

   "Kate...Kate..." Littlefinger's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he said the name of Catelyn Tully.

  Samwell listened silently, and suddenly felt that this was probably the only sincerity in this man's heart.

  Of course, this relationship is also the biggest incentive for this man to turn into a careerist.

  A little noble fell in love with the Duke's daughter. If it was in a fairy tale, it might become a legend.

   But alas, this is Game of Thrones.

   "Kate...why...don't reply to my...letter..."

  The night fell, reflected in Petyr Baelish's gray-green eyes, and finally completely frozen into darkness.

  (end of this chapter)