Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 155 The Legacy of the Grand Bachelor

   "I heard that when Master Pycelle died, his entire head was cut off. Hey, it's too tragic."

  Varys pointed to the bedway that still had blood-red marks, and his tone was quite sad.

  Samwell shrugged: "When we released the poisonous snake, we should have guessed that he would bite. Fortunately, only one was killed."

  Hearing this, Varyston suddenly became angry: "Lord Caesar! Do you know that if I hadn't tried my best to stop it last night, that poisonous snake would have entered Maegor's Tower!"

  Samwell laughed and patted Varys on the fat shoulder:

   "I didn't expect you to be a loyal and brave person who dared to sacrifice his life for the country!"

  Varys rolled his eyes, ignoring Samwell's sarcasm.

   "I heard that the imperial meeting this morning was quite exciting." Samwell said as he left the bedroom and walked to the study of the grand scholar.

"Actually, it was all expected. The queen controls most of the military force in the Red Keep. Renly dare not confront her head-on. It is wise to resign as regent. But Lord Eddard..." Varys showed a trace of doubt, "It amazes me how easily he made the queen regent."

   "Perhaps the direwolf is not as inflexible as you imagined." Samwell searched the bookshelves, and soon found his target, the tome book was easy to find.

  However, he didn't take it off immediately, but continued to go to the shelf next to it.

  It is filled with all kinds of bottles and jars, and each container has a label written in neat handwriting by the Grand Maester, which seems to be in order.

"Perhaps. However, this is also good, at least the situation in King's Landing can be stabilized." Varys saw Samwell take out a vial from the shelf, and quickly reminded, "Lord Caesar, what you are holding is 'Rees' Tears', highly poisonous!"

   "I know." Samwell played with the vial, "Colorless and tasteless, as sweet as water, killing people invisible."

   "And the price is extremely expensive." Varys nodded and added, and then he saw Samwell stuff the vial into his arms.

   "When is His Royal Highness Joffrey going to be crowned?" Samwell continued to look at the shelf and asked.

   "In three days."

   "In such a hurry?"

  "A country cannot live without a king." Varys saw Samwell stuffing each vial into his arms, gray mushroom powder, ghost dance grass, stone lizard poison, widow's blood...

  He couldn't help but said: "Lord Caesar, it turns out that you came to search for Lord Pacelle's collection."

   "Use waste."

   "Then do you know what these things are for?"

  Samwell spread his hands: "Did you see the silver collar on my chest?"

  Varyston was speechless: "Then you still take so much?"

   "Don't worry, although I don't understand, there is a profound bachelor in my territory."

  Varys coughed and reminded: "Qyburn has been expelled from the school city."

  Samwell glanced at the spider in surprise: "I didn't expect you to know so much about my territory, tell me, how many of your little birds are there?"

  Varys smiled, of course he would not answer this question, and instead said:

   "I don't know if you have received a letter from the territory recently. Your wild man named Qiman is very famous in the Crimson Mountains."

"Yeah?"

"That's right, as far as I know, he has already conquered forty-seven tribes in the western part of the Crimson Mountains, and his methods can be described as quite fierce and cruel. If you don't surrender, you will kill him. Therefore, he now has a title called the Messenger of Terror. As his Master, hehe, you are called the Baron of Terror by many savages."

   "The Horror Baron?" Samwell's mouth twitched.

  Damn Cheeman, let him kill less people!

   Maybe it's time to write back and ask him to stop for a while.

  Well, it's time to stop.

   Judging from the current situation, the Iron Throne should use troops against Dorne next, and he should also go back to the territory to reorganize his armaments, so that he can take this opportunity to eat a piece of fat from Dorne.

   Samwell thought to himself.

"Lord Caesar, you'd better keep some here." Varys couldn't stand Samwell's mopping up, "Otherwise, when the next grand maester arrives, looking at the empty room, I'm afraid I'll cry gone."

   Samwell stopped now.

  Varys said softly: "Master Caesar, actually I have a doubt that I have always wanted to ask you."

"explain."

   "How did you find out that Lord Petyr was the real murderer of Lord Jon?"

   "The real culprit who murdered Lord Jon wasn't the 'Red Viper'."

  Hearing this prevarication, Varys was a little dissatisfied: "Hey, Lord Caesar, I really regard you as an ally, you should also show some trust."

   "How could I not trust you." Samwell smiled and took out a bottle labeled "Sweet Sleeping Flower", and asked, "Master Varys, how much do you know about this?"

   "This is something to calm the nerves and slow down the heartbeat, but it is poisonous, so the dosage must be controlled."

   "You know so much!" Samwell smiled and praised, and then changed the subject, "I heard that it can also treat epilepsy?"

  Varys' expression moved slightly, as if he understood something: "To be precise, it can only suppress epilepsy and calm people."

  Samwell shook the vial and asked, "Then do you know, does anyone else in King's Landing keep this kind of medicine at home?"

   "There are quite a few."

   "Does Littlefinger have any at home?"

Varys was finally convinced of his guess this time, and gave Samwell a thumbs up: "Lord Caesar, I didn't expect you to suspect Lord Petyr from here. It's amazing! Yes, he does often buy these a drug, and Lady Lysa's son has epilepsy."

  Samwell didn't reveal it, and pretended to be mysterious: "The amount that Littlefinger bought should be quite large, right?"

   "Yes." Varys lowered his voice, "I suspect that he deliberately increased the dose of the child's medication. Hey, I guess the young Duke of Eyrie City won't live long."

  Samwell nodded, and put the bottle back into his arms.

  Then, he came to the bookshelf, flipped through a few books pretendingly, and finally took down the real goal of this trip—"The Genealogy and History of the Major Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms".

  In the original book, Duke Jon Arryn found ironclad evidence from this book that the three children of Queen Cersei had no blood relationship with King Robert, and later died because of it.

  The species is strong and tough. In the original book, Jon Arryn shouted this before dying.

  The four enigmatic words actually hint at the genetic trait of the Baratheon family—black hair.

  Queen Cersei gave birth to three children, without exception, all with blond hair-this is a characteristic of the Lannister family.

The reason why no one has ever doubted this is because the Lannister family is so famous for its blond hair. This is a family that has been passed down for six thousand years, while the Baratheon family has a history of only three hundred years. Don't look at it now. The stag sits on the Iron Throne, but in the hearts of the people of Westeros, the lion is the older and nobler lineage.

   It is taken for granted that "the golden color of the lion will overwhelm the carbon black of the stag".

   So it's no surprise that all three children have inherited their mother's blond hair.

However, this book records several marriages between lions and stags in history. Because the age is too long and they are all side branches, no one pays attention at all. But in these few examples, the two marriages The offspring produced later are all black-haired.

   Without exception.

   Contrary to everyone’s cognition, once the golden color of the lion meets the carbon black of the stag, there is no choice but to surrender.

   This is the meaning of the riddle left by Jon before his death.

   This can also prove that the three blond princes and princesses do not have the blood of the Baratheon family at all!

   "Lord Caesar." Varys looked at the tome in Samwell's hand and asked in confusion, "Why are you interested in this book? It will only make you sleepy."

  Samwell took a deep look at Varys, but didn't see anything unusual on his face.

   This spider doesn't know the secrets in this book?

  He closed the book, held it in his hand, and said with a smile: "Haha, that's just right, I've been insomnia recently."

  Varys pointed to a small bottle on the shelf: "Then I suggest you get some poppy milk, which is much more effective than this book."

   "Okay." Samwell stuffed the bottle Varys pointed to into his arms based on the principle of "nothing for nothing".

  Of course, he didn't put down that book either.

  Varys frowned, but saw that Samwell finally got up and walked out, so he didn't say anything else.

   "By the way, Lord Varys, there is something I want to consult."

"You say."

   "Master 'Littlefinger' Petyr should have opened a lot of women's branches in King's Landing, right?"

  Varys chuckled: "Nearly half of the women's branches in King's Landing are run by Lord Petyr."

  Samwell knew that these female branches were actually places where Littlefinger collected information.

   "Now that Master Petyr has unfortunately passed away, who will inherit these female branches?"

   "This... I remember Lord Petyr has a cousin." Varys glanced at Samwell, "Why are you asking this?"

  Samwell smiled slightly: "I want to buy these female branches, I wonder if you can help me contact the heir of the Baelish family?"

   "What are you buying these female branches for?" Varys looked at him with raised eyebrows.

   "Investment. It just so happens that the spear champion rewards a lot, and I'm wondering how to spend it." Samwell put on a rich and powerful look.

  Varys laughed: "Master Caesar, if you want to invest, I think you can invest in those merchants who conduct ocean trade. The return is much greater than that of the Women's Branch."

"But the Girls' Branch is safe." Samwell said solemnly, "They don't sink like sea ships, and you don't have to worry about encountering pirates. Oh yes, even if pirates really come and want the girls to spread their legs, You have to obediently pay. You see, this is not much safer than maritime trade."

In fact, Samwell wants to receive the intelligence system of "Littlefinger" in King's Landing. With the approach of the war, he will definitely not be able to stay in King's Landing, so it is better to keep some eyes and ears down, so as to avoid future attacks on the Seven Kingdoms. Nothing is known about the situation at the center.

  Although Varys has become an "ally", it is obviously impossible for Samwell to completely trust this spider, and he still needs his own intelligence network.

  Varys should have also guessed Samwell's plan, but he couldn't refuse this request, so he shrugged and said:

   "Well, since you insist, I will help you get in touch."

   "Thank you, Lord Varys!"

  (end of this chapter)