Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 182 Riddles
The Red Keep, the Throne Hall door is closed.

Crimson beams of light poured down from the long red lead windows behind the throne, while golden rays of the sun radiated from the dragon crystal ball of light in front of the throne.

Red and gold stand in the middle of the Iron Throne, with sharp boundaries.

If someone stood in the hall and looked up at the Iron Throne, everything would be so simple and vague.Everything in front of the Iron Throne exudes dazzling golden light, and behind the Iron Throne is full of crimson.

Just like the golden and red flags covering the high wall, it is as noble as gold and as terrifying as blood.

"Look, look, listen, listen
jiu yo yo~
The little bird flapped its wings and sang

wow wow~
The little bird shook its head and sang

......"

The vast hall was deserted, except for a sticky and mournful voice sighing softly.

"Littlefinger" Petyr stared coldly at the self-pitying Varys, already tired of the whispers of spiders.

It is already a great humiliation and torture to be cut off and placed on both sides of the Iron Throne, but now you have to endure the dark whispers and terrifying singing voices of spiders every day? !
Littlefinger was so depressed that he almost wanted to commit suicide.

"Spider, have you finished the task given by His Majesty? I still have time to sing your lame ditty!"

Littlefinger is more willing to spend his time in the tasks assigned by the light curtain, at least in this, he can still use his brain and knowledge, and temporarily forget the miserable reality.

Varys sighed sadly, "Where can it be done, how can it be done."

Of course Littlefinger knew that the mission was never over, he just didn't want to hear Varys singing the broken song again, especially today.

"Spider, how many tasks did you do today?"

He could only choose to waste his tongue talking nonsense to Varys.At least it didn't make him want to die.

Varys' mood didn't improve at all, "How many tasks? You should ask me if it's dozens or hundreds. Now that the throne room is completely empty and no one bothers you, isn't that all we can do?"

The throne room is empty.Hearing this fact again from Varys made Littlefinger feel even worse.

Before Joffrey's monster left, this throne room was quite lively. The petition team continued every day. Cersei was a frequent visitor to the Iron Throne, and the little devil would occasionally sit on it.

As a result, Littlefinger can learn a lot of new things, observe the two Lannisters closely, and hope to find a way to get out of trouble.

At that time, Varys didn't have the opportunity to vent his emotions wantonly, and Littlefinger's ears were much cleaner.

But Joffrey was gone.

Littlefinger had only just relaxed for a long time before he realized that this incident had a much greater impact on him than he had imagined.

The throne room is empty.

Cersei never sat on the Iron Throne to deal with the petition again, and Tyrion's face and voice only appeared in the light curtain, and even the door of the throne room was always closed.

After that, the only thing that accompanied the two of them was the empty dead hall.

If it weren't for the servants who came to deliver meals and clean up on time, Littlefinger would have thought that he and the throne room had been completely forgotten.

But that was tough enough.

hateful!

If it weren't for Shen En's strange ability to monitor everyone's words and deeds, he might not be able to hide all the resentment and curses in his heart, but would have to shout out.

How ironic that now when he called the monster he had to respectfully call him "Your Majesty".

"Spider, concentrate on your work, Your Majesty will see our repentance." Littlefinger raised his head with difficulty, trying to peek at the mountain-like Iron Throne beside him.

The light was so blinding that he couldn't see clearly.

But he knew, "His Majesty is on the throne. Always, always."

"You still need to say it."

Varys looked up, squinted his eyes, and lowered his head in frustration, "It's just, I can't see."

A hundred words of advice are exchanged for a hand or foot, and two hundred words are exchanged for a man's dignity.Varys remembered the promise he had heard that night.

Will Joffrey keep his promise?I still forgot...

"Varys."

The voice of the third person reverberated, Littlefinger and Varys trembled at the same time, and then quickly squeezed out smiles and respect.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

On the Iron Throne, Joffrey twisted his wrists, flexed his muscles, and gradually worked into the new prosthetic body until it felt as if he was still real.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and your relationship has improved a lot."

Joffrey smiled playfully.

"What, are you talking about me?"

Littlefinger and Varys immediately shook their heads frantically in denial, "Absolutely not, please be aware, Your Majesty!"

"With His Majesty's wisdom and heroism, how dare a villain slander you arrogantly!?"

"Yeah yeah,……"

Of course Joffrey knew they wouldn't.It's just a little bit of amused, listening to the careful compliments and excuses of the two toys, to adjust the deserted atmosphere.

He sensed that several participants were coming, expected in a few minutes.

In other words, there are still a few minutes of nothing to do.

He looked around boredly.

Varys' flattering smile reminded him inexplicably of an original famous scene.

"I have a riddle."

Joffrey smiled faintly, "You two can guess well, if the answer satisfies me, you will be pardoned and restored to health."

Even though they knew that it was unlikely to come true, there was still a little hope in the eyes of the two of them.

Joffrey said slowly, "Three great men sit in a room, one is a king, one is a monk, and the last is a rich man."

Littlefinger immediately noticed three key words.

"There was a mercenary standing among them."

When Varys heard this, his expression gradually froze, and his eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

Such a familiar riddle!

"Every eminent man ordered him to kill the other two."

"Who will die and who will live?"

The words gradually disappeared in the empty space, and finally only the sound of rapid or long breathing remained.

Littlefinger looked at Varys and sensed something from his unusual reaction, "Varys, it seems you have the answer, this time I'll let you go first."

Varys didn't bother to talk to Littlefinger.

There was only one thought in his mind: what was the king's real purpose in uttering this riddle?
Of course Varys knew the riddle.

This is the riddle he got while wandering around the continent of Essos.Did you hear it?Dreamed about?Figured it out by yourself?He can't remember.

But he knows the answer.

Who will die, the king, the monk, or the rich man?It depends on what the mercenary believes and whom he is willing to wield his sword for.

Everything depends on the person holding the sword.

The authority of kings, the faith of monks, and the gold coins of rich men have no real power.

Power exists in the human heart, and what people believe to be power is power, no more and no less.Varys understands this, and is just as good and obsessed with manipulating people.

but.

Varys looked up, and the golden light shone upon the king aloft.The king's face was blurred, and behind him was a deep crimson.

What answer does King Joffrey believe?
This riddle was deliberately created, and it must not be the original answer.

Varys can only guess the king's mind, "The supreme king is the master of everything in the world, and the mercenaries will kill monks and rich people and submit to the king."

Joffrey was noncommittal, "Petyr, what's your answer?"

Littlefinger's mind was spinning, and at this moment, there was a sudden "click" sound of wood and iron moving beside him.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye.

The door was pushed open by the guards outside the hall, and several figures gradually approached.

(End of this chapter)