Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 155 The Competition between Eagle and Wolf (8)

Varys came here again, in the sunshine near the bustling crowd.

At this moment, all his guard was down, and he was enjoying the sunshine happily. His hands were no longer hidden in his robe, but were slightly open between his fingers, with his palms facing the sky, as if he wanted to hold some sunshine. of.

"Alas~" Wallis sighed softly. He looked at the corner under the balcony. It was no longer like a few weeks ago, where hungry people and hungry dogs competed for food. The hungry corpses everywhere were dragged away by golden robes that also endured hunger. Only children were willing to raise their heads. Looking at the blue sky divided by streets and lanes.

At this time, it became a corner where cake vendors stayed.

Evan Stone? Varys thought carefully about this name, the bastard son of the valley. This name was given with an undisguised meaning.

But he brought great influence to the city, and the masons who gathered together were hired by noble aristocrats and wealthy businessmen who used their splendor to embellish their backgrounds to smooth the lime facades of mansions.

Even the little devil in the Red Keep is no longer stingy. He spends a lot of money to recruit idle beggars and hooligans in King's Landing and hires them to repair the damaged walls of the Red Keep. If too many are hired, the remaining lucky ones will be put on golden robes. Become a member of the Capital Guard.

Even when he was not in the Red Keep, he could still hear the happy whistles of masons and homeless people in the air.

Varys studied Tyrion's series of actions carefully. Whether it was the success of diplomacy or the stability of the situation in King's Landing, this dwarf really became the hero of King's Landing.

Behind him, a small hand rested on Varys' leg, "The old wolf is going crazy." His little bird said.

"I should have gone crazy a long time ago, but I didn't expect to survive until now." Wallis shrugged, not surprised.

Wallis took it out of his sleeves, and several candies appeared in the eunuch's palm.

"Chat with him more and bring your companions," Varys was already familiar with this situation. "Help him relieve his sorrow, poor Eddard Stark, the poor Stark family." He regretted The ground shook his hand.

The original surprise that Robb Stark brought to him has turned into astonishment. He did not expect that the Young Wolf would be victorious in all battles, easily breaking the siege of Riverrun, defeating Jaime Lannister, and then easily taking the gold. Casterly Rock swept across the Westerlands, captured Davon Lannister, and killed Stafford Lannister, leaving the Westerlands, which was rich in gold mines, with no soldiers available. Casterly Rock's control of other castles in the Westerlands was even greater than during the Laughing Lion period. Be low.

But although Varys was surprised, they did not escape his control after all. Although the Wolf Osprey Alliance was full of internal conflicts, it was ultimately united under the political legacy of the previous generation.

Facing the alliance's advance, the Lannister was surrounded by enemies on all sides. If Stannis hadn't attacked King's Landing openly, crossed the Stormlands secretly, and even defeated Renly's tens of thousands of cavalry and captured a large number of nobles, the Lannister would have been afraid. Long gone.

The survival of Lannister was not considered by Varys from the beginning. His original idea was that Lannister would take Joffrey back to the West, and then let Ed Stark go. The old wolf would definitely Will be loyal to Stannis, and then provoke a fight between the two deer.

However, the Young Wolf Lord became king, regretted his marriage and broke his oath, and the news that followed caught him off guard. The originally harmonious Wolf-Osprey Alliance was fleeting, Attis Arryn's position quickly changed, and the anger of the valley north of the Blackwater River , no nobles south of the Neck can afford it, and it is unimaginable that more than [-] valley troops will fight towards Riverrun City through the Bleeding Gate.

Using an army of this size, Attis Aylin may not be able to stop without enough benefits to compensate him.

Varys sighed slightly as he thought of the rich and fertile riverlands.

"Lord Ed," Varys sighed, "What should I do with you."

The green spring of "Qiongqi Spring" was like clear emerald. Roose Bolton soaked his body in it, and two leeches stuck tightly to his shoulders, sucking the boiling blood in his body.

The prostitute beneath her looked up at him, fearing that she would hurt the terrifying Earl of the Dreadfort in front of her and end up skinned like a human or a ghost.

"You know?" Roose Bolton said, his voice was so soft that the prostitute didn't even hear it clearly, "Back in the North, among the countless glorious traditions, it was a pity that one of them was abolished."

The prostitute continued to show off, listening to the count's words. "First Night," Roose Bolton said, "Alysanne Targaryen is a hypocritical dragon bitch, what do they call her? 'Good' Alysanne Targaryen, this is the most ridiculous thing in the South. "This is the saddest thing about northerners." He spread his arms, hugged the girl, and stared into her eyes. "It is also the saddest thing about northerners. Countless traditions have been overthrown by outsiders. How much of the will of the ancestors is left?"

Luce stood up, threw away the leeches, walked ashore, and stretched his neck.

"Those who bend the knee are not worthy of being among the ancestors." Roose Bolton murmured, no longer caring about the prostitute in the fountain behind him, and walked outside.

The rare river surge in Ruby Beach has ended long ago. The army trudged through the shallow water early, leaving Ruby Beach behind.

Harold Haddon kicked the Northern soldiers who were visiting the camp into the tent, and tied him tightly with hemp ropes. The scout looked up at Attis Arryn who was sitting on top, and was about to lift his upper body. , but was stepped on by Harold Hatton.

"We've got a scout," Harold Hutton told Artis. "Probably one of Roose Bolton's Yankee scouts."

Attis stopped reading the letter and looked down at the northerner who was pinned to the ground, "Are you from Roose Bolton?"

The scout hesitated, a rag stuffed in his mouth.

Harold Hutton reached out and took off the rag, "The Duke is asking you something, answer it quickly."

"I am Lord Bolton's scout."

Harold Hutton raised his eyebrows slightly, "He is indeed a Yankee scout."

"I'm here to deliver the message. Lord Bolton asked me to pretend to be a scout visiting the camp to avoid suspicion." The scout stretched his neck as much as possible, rested his chin on the ground, and looked up at Attis Arryn.

Harold Haddon frowned and looked at Duke Arryn, "Roose Bolton swore allegiance to Winterfell, how could he betray him so easily?"

The scout swallowed, "Stark broke his oath and broke the contract. He has already lost justice. Lord Bolton is unwilling to bend the knee to such a lord again. Robb Stark is not worthy of leading the north." He turned to look at Attis , "I swear to you in the name of the old and new gods that my words are absolutely true and there is absolutely no lie!"

Attis was silent and nodded slightly to Harold. Harold put his hand into the scout's cloth armor and pulled out a letter.

Harold stepped forward and handed the letter to Attis.

The scarlet skinned man's seal attracted special attention. Attis opened the letter and waved his hand, "Let him go."

The scout regained his freedom and gradually calmed down from his previous anxiety. His Adam's apple moved slightly and he looked at Attis Arryn nervously.

Attis knocked on the desk. The crescent falcon flag on it had faded a little. He looked at the scout and said, "Go back."

The scout quickly lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Lord Arryn."

Watching the scout leave, Harold Haddon couldn't help but say, "Roose Bolton swore allegiance to his lord, and now he wants to betray him. This kind of person is not worthy of trust."

"Trust a person," Attis said in a very calm tone, "It's too expensive," he looked at the letter on the table. The scarlet of the skinned man contrasted sharply with the faded blue and white of the falcon, "Becoming a Duke, the situation and the situation He is the most trustworthy, because this is a fact." Harold Hutton did not understand, and stood where he was without knowing why. "Take a short rest and wait for the rear army to cross the Ruby Bank before making marching arrangements."

Harold nodded, "Yes."

(End of this chapter)