iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 225 Eight-clawed Spider
  Ser Brynden said, "Petyr Baelish."

Petyr's eyes twitched slightly. He was not surprised by Sir Brynden's reaction at this time. He just suddenly missed the Royal Council and the palace called the Red Keep.

Petyr coughed lightly and said, "Sorry, I always mistakenly think that I am still the little boy in Riverrun in front of you."

After listening, Ser Brynden's tense face softened slightly.

Petyr spread his hands and said, "Uncle Brynden, I didn't lie to you. Mrs. Catelyn is very good, but..."

Sighing slightly, he continued: "Mrs. Lysa's condition is not very good. Mrs. Catelyn is very worried about her sister."

Sir Brynden frowned and pondered for a moment, then said: "When we last met, I thought Lysa's condition was pretty good..."

Petyr's expression became solemn, he nodded, and said: "When I first came to Eagle's Nest, I had similar views to yours. I thought that with a little more time, I could heal Lady Lysa's grief. Until... "

He shook his head slightly and sighed: "Until Mrs. Caitlin arrived at the Eagle's Nest... her sister seemed to have become another person when she saw her sister. Mrs. Lysa did not trust anyone except her own sister..."

He shrugged: "That includes me."

After a pause, Petyr forced a smile and continued: "Ser Brynden, maybe... every woman is born to perform. I am very sure that what you and I saw was the strength that Lady Lysa showed us. .”

Ser Brynden murmured: "My little Lysa..."

The atmosphere in the room was solemn, and after a long silence, Ser Brynden spoke with a tired look. : "Lesa is scared... right?"

Brynden Tully told the answer he guessed, the reason why Lysa asked him to leave the Blood Gate in the name of the Duke of the Eagle's Nest.

Petyr spread his hands, and his voice was a little tired: "Uncle Brynden, Kate's company has helped Lysa recover a lot, but she still needs a little time."

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Ser Brynden walked to the window and stood there, his deep eyes staring at the weathered gray stone sealed arch bridge of the Blood Gate Fortress.

Why is Lysa so eager to expel her uncle? Thinking of this... Sir Brynden couldn't help but sigh secretly.

With Ned's character, would he convict others without evidence? What's more, that person is his wife's sister.

Ever since he received Running Wolf's letter, Brynden Tully had been convincing himself every day that... maybe... it was possible... How could a girl from the Tully family poison her husband? !

Ser Brynden took a deep breath. His little Lysa was wondering whether his uncle... would open the gates of the Bloodgate Fortress to her enemies for the sake of justice?
  This can only show that Ned did not lie. This is a fact. Ser Brynden can no longer find a reason to continue to deceive him.

Family...responsibility...honor...Sir Brynden seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

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"I understand."

After speaking, Sir Brandon turned around and continued: "Petyr, I will follow the order of the Duke of the Eyrie, resign as a Knight of the Blood Gate and leave the Blood Gate immediately."

Petyr looked unbearable and nodded silently.

Ser Brynden's tall figure walked up to Petyr. Although his hair was gray, he was still strong.

"Petyr, Lysa's trusted knight (referring to Lysa's Oath Knight, Chapter 178) is not reliable. Help Lysa choose a reliable Blood Gate Knight."

"I will."

"Keep an eye on little Robert."

"This is my honor."

Ser Brynden patted Petyr's not-so-strong shoulder with his big hand and said, "Little boy from Riverrun, take good care of your two sisters."

Petyr's eyes flashed, he bowed slightly and said solemnly: "My uncle, this is my responsibility."

Brynden stared into Petyr's gray-green eyes for a while. He patted Petyr's shoulder again, then turned around and took a step forward. His cloak swayed slightly as he walked, showing off the black color on his cloak. The trout seemed to swim on the red and blue striped bottom.

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The original Blood Gate Knight Brynden Tully left the Blood Gate Fortress without looking back. He left the Blood Gate Knight's heavy armor at the Blood Gate. All he took with him was the chain armor and leather armor on his body. And a sword and a horse.

More than ten years ago, Ser Brynden wore similar clothes when he accompanied his niece to the valley. Today... the clothes he wore when he left the valley were just like the past.

Time has stolen Ser Brynden's brown hair, leaving him with only gray, but his waist remains straight.

Family, responsibility, honor.

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Puff, puff, puff~~ Not long after Ser Brynden left, the messenger crow flying from Winterfell flew into the Blood Gate Fortress.

Lord Eddard's personal letter to Brynden Tully falls into Petyr's hands.

Petyr stared into the burning brazier, the words and designs on the letter gradually disappearing in the flames.

Running Wolf's autographed letter turned into black fragments and fell, and Petyr slowly raised the corners of his lips.

Petyr recalled what Earl Green said once, sometimes good luck is also a person's strength.

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You come to Gouxiang.

Tap-tat-tat-tat, the horse's hooves made a crisp sound on the cobblestones. Tyrion Lannister and Varys sat on their respective horses and moved towards the direction of the Red Keep.

Tyrion's voice contained a hint of complaint: "Lord Varys, I haven't been sleeping well recently. Lying on the big bed in the Prime Minister's Tower always makes me uneasy."

Varys chuckled: "I would be like you, I might not even dare to close my eyes, my Prime Minister."

Tyrion shrugged and said: "Compared with the roar of the lioness, I am more afraid of my sister's gentleness. She has smiled at me too much recently. If she continues like this... sooner or later I will wet my pants in front of my sister. "

He raised his head and sighed: "Seven Gods, please protect me!"

Varys smiled lightly and said: "Prime Minister Tyrion, maybe... when you encounter danger, I have a way to let you walk out of the Red Keep without anyone noticing."

His eyes flickered and he continued: "There is more than one Sataya women's branch with secret doors." Tyrion's eyes moved, and he remembered the incident involving Prime Minister Jon Arryn. At that time... Green discovered a mezzanine used for eavesdropping in the Prime Minister's study (Chapter 43).

He was surprised: "Secret door? The secret door of the Prime Minister's Tower? Where is the door? In the bedroom? In the kitchen?"

Wallis smiled and said: "My friend, you won't have the heart to ask me to tell all my little secrets, right?"

Tyrion laughed and said: "From now on, think of them as our little secret, if you are on my side, my friend."

There was some confusion on Varys's face: "Prime Minister Tyrion, you seem to have doubts about me?"

Tyrion grinned: "Lord Varys, I trust you as if you were my blood relative."

Varys looked at Tyrion and smiled without saying a word.

Tyrion shrugged: "Well, tell me, how did Renly Baratheon die?"

After a pause, Wallis asked: "My Lord Prime Minister, are you feeling a little...uneasy?"

Tyrion stopped smiling and said solemnly: "I am also an enemy of Stannis. I don't want to die suddenly and inexplicably one day."

After a pause, he smiled again: "If Stannis is targeting my sister...well, that would be very bad."

Varys smiled and shook his head and said, "Prime Minister Tyrion, maybe your worries are right."

Tyrion's eyes narrowed slightly: "Lord Varys, tell me the information you found."

Tat-tat-tat, the sound of horse hooves.

After being silent for a while, Varys turned to look at Tyrion and said, "Prime Minister Tyrion, do you believe in the ancient power?"

"You mean magic?"

Tyrion looked as if he had heard a joke: "Blood magic, curses, shape-changing... and so on?"

After snorting, he continued: "Varys, are you implying that Renly died of magic?"

Varys's voice was calm: "Prime Minister Tyrion, have you ever wondered how I was castrated?"

Tyrion hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said, "I'm more curious. Are you planning to talk to me about this?"

Varys seemed to be recalling something, paused, and said: "Although I don't want to talk about this matter, I have to let you know now because it is related to Renly's death."

Tyrion gestured to Bronn who was following behind, and then the guards following them slowed their horses and gradually distanced themselves from the two of them.

Seeing this, Varys nodded slightly towards Tyrion, and then slowly said: "I am an orphan. I have been an apprentice in a touring theater troupe since I was a child. We took a small cargo ship and performed in various Free Trade Cities. Sometimes Also go to Oldtown (located in the southwest corner of the Reach, founded by the First Men long before the Andals invaded, it is the largest and oldest city in Westeros) and King's Landing."

"One day, a strange man came to our performance in Mill. After the performance, he asked my troupe to buy me... The price he offered was so attractive that no one could refuse. I once heard that men How would he enjoy the little boy? I was worried that that person also had such plans, so I was very scared... Who knew that the only thing he wanted in my body was my vagina."

"He made me drink a dose of medicine, and then although I couldn't move or speak, all my feelings were clear. Then, he used a long scimitar to cut off my vagina by the roots. Cutting off the stem, he muttered something. I watched him put my body into the brazier and burn it. The flames turned blue, and I heard a voice answering his call, even though I didn't understand the language."

"The scene of that night still haunts me in my dreams... Prime Minister Tyrion, what I dreamed about was not the wizard, not his knife, or even the way my body withered in the flames, but that voice... The voice in the flames... is it a god? Is it a demon? Or is it a magician's trick?"

"I later learned about all the tricks, and only the 'trick' that I personally experienced was unknown to anyone. The only thing I am sure of is... he used my** to summon 'it', and 'it' did something as a result From that day on, I hated magic and all those who practiced it."

Finally, Varys said solemnly: "If Stannis is a man who practices magic, I want him to die."

After Varys finished speaking, the two rode in silence for a while before Tyrion said, "Lord Varys, I'm sorry."

Tyrion was referring to how he often teases Varys about not having sex.

Wallis shook his head slightly and said: "My Lord Prime Minister, there is no need to apologize for this. I drank medicine at that time and the pain was severe, but that happened a long, long time ago. I told myself a thousand times that that voice Just a hallucination from a nightmare.”

Tyrion pulled the reins, adjusted the direction of the horse, and said, "Varys, I'm sorry."

Varys glanced at Tyrion and sighed: "Prime Minister Tyrion, you are sorry, but...it's obvious that you don't believe it."

Tyrion grinned: "I believe in swords, money, and human wisdom."

After a pause, he continued: "Varys, I still believe that dragons once existed. After all, I saw their skulls with my own eyes in the Red Keep."

Varys smiled slightly and said: "Prime Minister Tyrion, I hope that is the worst thing you have ever seen in your life."

Tyrion raised his eyebrows slightly: "We have the same opinion on this."

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Tyrion, Varys and others continued riding, and when they turned to another road, they soon discovered dozens of golden robes standing on both sides of the road.

As the distance approached, Tyrion took a quick glance and said with a smile: "Haha, it turns out to be the masked golden robe. Are they trying to catch the murderer? Our King's Landing is really not peaceful... However, Green's idea is still there It’s really good, let the golden robes cover their faces with black cloth when arresting vicious criminals... It’s really effective.”

While Tyrion was speaking, Varys was attracted by a golden robe standing on the right side of the road. To be precise, he noticed a pair of brown eyes staring at him.

The two people's eyes met, and Varys's familiar smile flashed through those eyes.

The two of them tapped their chins imperceptibly before looking away.

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After Tyrion finished speaking, Varys chuckled: "Evil people also have accomplices, and golden robes also have relatives. Although it is a small piece of black cloth, it can make them put aside a lot of worries..."

Tyrion said: "With less worries, you will naturally gain more courage... Well, I have to admit that Green has a smart head second only to mine."

Wallis smiled meaningfully: "Of course, the Prime Minister's wisdom is unparalleled."

Tyrion laughed, his smile a little lewd: "What a pity, just like a tournament, most people only remember the name of the champion in the end."

Varys coughed and reminded: "Prime Minister Tyrion, the second place in the last tourney in King's Landing was Ser Jaime."

Tyrion's proud smile froze for a moment. He touched his golden nose and said, "My stalwart brother made me lose a lot...a lot...golden dragons."

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After parting ways with Varys, Tyrion, who had just stepped into the Prime Minister's Tower, received the shocking news that his brother had become a Stark prisoner!

(End of this chapter)