Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 169 Hidden accidents

The rain was like a thin black line painted on a painting board by an artist. As far as Varys could see, the black lines covered King's Landing.

He likes to let little birds go out to sea in this environment. The early morning breeze blows the sails floating on King's Landing. The sound of sailors' deep sleep fills his ears. The swaying black water hits the ship. The little birds work together to drag the sacks on the sea. On the deck of the cabin, a pair of watery eyes were clear and translucent in the darkness.

Varys bent down and reached out to open the black sack, revealing Eddard Stark's face.

"Oh~" Wallis looked at the old wolf's weathered face sadly, and he said to the little bird with some complaints: "You didn't take good care of our fair and respectable Lord Ed. The stubble on this face was not shaved off. Come here, Jed, stop talking about your Seven Gods, and mend Lord Stark's beard, he is the one who will uphold justice in the Seven Kingdoms."

The little bird named Jed put down the Heavenly Father necklace in his hand and stopped praying to the gods. He took the knife and approached Eddard Stark who was lying in the cabin. , a small hand carefully stroked and looked at his stubble, and the cold knife back rested against Ed's chin.

Varys raised the candle, and the weak candlelight filled the small cabin, illuminating Ed's familiar face clearly.

"Poor Duke Stark, look what your eldest son has done," Varys said regretfully. "It's a pity that a young hero who could have been famous forever is just like the Young Dragon King."

Ed was still sleeping, and Varys sighed. He took out the souvenir from the Eastern Continent from his robe. Illyrio informed him of the news one by one. The Horse King was dead, and the huge KaLS The tribe was divided, tens of thousands of Dothraki cavalry dispersed in an instant, and Princess Daenerys was nowhere to be found.

"Griffin does not recommend continuing to take risks. The top priority is to make the Seven Kingdoms more chaotic, and it is best to provoke more civil strife and unrest."

Varys looked at the content of the souvenir and then looked at the old wolf's face, "Attis Aylin is a young hero you love, but in the end he went to the irreversible opposite. Isn't it a pity?"

The old wolf was still asleep and could not hear Varys's whispers.

Wallis stood up, leaving the little bird to accompany the old wolf, and walked out of the cabin alone. The black water shook the hull, making him dizzy.

He took off his cloak and faced the moonlight. The red comet in the sky seemed to symbolize the Targaryen red dragon, and the long dark night around him was the twin brother of the red dragon.

Roose Bolton's 10,000 Northern troops are rapidly moving north along the Green Fork. Lord Tywin naturally knows the loyalty of the Bolton family to the Iron Throne.

But originally Bolton wanted to send the ten thousand troops loyal to Stark to attack Harrenhal and die. This plan was approved by the old lion, but was rejected by Attis Arryn.

If Lord Tywin is not mistaken, the original words of the young and famous Duke Arryn at that time should be: "Ten thousand Northern troops need to go north, regardless of whether they have previously been loyal to the 'Oathbreaker' Robb Stark, otherwise The Canyon Knights will trample the Union army with their iron hooves and dye the Green Fork red with the blood of ten thousand people."

Tywin hopes to have a northern territory that is completely controlled by Bolton, but obviously Attis Arryn does not want that. The Vale Eagle hopes to leave a northern territory where internal strife cannot go south to invade the territory. At least after the Young Wolf Lord is captured, Almost the entire Northern Territory has an insight into the Bolton family's previous layout. The family loyal to Stark will not easily obey the Dreadfort. This is an unpalatable consequence for Roose Bolton.

Wallis looked at the white crystal moonlight and the red comet's blood-red light reflecting each other, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. A divided north was not what he expected.

He thought of the comatose Ed, and there was a vague expectation in his heart. Varys hoped that the loyal old wolf could bring more disturbances to the Seven Kingdoms.

There were slight footsteps in the cabin behind him, and his little bird walked out of the cabin silently, reaching out to hold Wallis's big hand.

"Poor child, harmed by a foolish king." Wallis knelt down and hugged the little bird slightly, "Don't worry, a king who truly understands your suffering will change everything. Believe in them."

The little bird named Jed nodded slightly, reached out and took out a candy bar from Wallis's pocket, and put it in his mouth.

"You can go back, Jed, to find your good playmate." Wallis smiled softly at Jed, stood up, stepped onto the shore, and nodded slightly to the sailor who was squatting holding the wooden stake. The sailor immediately understood and stood up. Enter the cabin.

The cold wind at night made his face hurt. Wallis stood on the shore and watched the ship's sail being raised, gradually moving away from the harbor and slowly sailing towards the moonlight.

"Goodbye, Eddard Stark." Varys murmured. He stopped and stared at the scene for a long time before turning around and leaving.

Varys's little bird Jade walked through the quiet streets, the Heavenly Father chain around his neck wobbling, making a metallic clanking sound.

The sound of the waves in Junlin Harbor became increasingly distant, and the only sound in the streets was the sound of his feet stepping on the stone slabs.

The aroma of the pancakes overshadowed the unique stench of King's Landing, and Jade sniffed it accurately.

He counted the alleys, one, two, three, four and the seventh!

Jed hurriedly turned around at the seventh alley, where he saw a familiar figure wearing cotton-padded armor. The knight was leaning against the corner, smearing his shield with colorful oil.

He approached the knight and said, "Sir Militan, I will come."

Militao took out the pancake from his arms and handed it to Jed, "Take it and eat it. It's hot."

Jed sat next to Militan and took a big bite of the pancake.

"Slow down, slow down," Militan said to Jed with some annoyance, "A squire who worked with me at the time, a squire from Darui City, died in Salt Farm Town. Do you know the reason? It was because he wanted to He ate the whole loaf before leaving, but he didn't finish the loaf and died under the spears of the valley cavalry. Finally, his body was used as fuel and burned in front of the river port."

"I know," Jed took a big bite nonchalantly, "but I'm in King's Landing, not on the Green Fork."

"The falcon will enter King's Landing sooner or later," Militan held his head in his hands, leaned his head against the wall, and added, "and the Knights of the Canyon following him."

"Aren't they knights who have been anointed with the seven holy oils? Seven knights of the gods who guard the canyon." Jade put down the oil cake, chewed it and asked Militan with his mouth full of oil.

"Yes." Militan continued to paint the shield with oil. The shield was in the shape of a kite, and in the center was a long sword that was half painted with seven colors.

"I listened to the High Sparrow chirping, saying that the Knights of the Vale are the bravest knights in Westeros, and the Knights of the Reach are the knights of spring, and the weather is getting colder." Jed recalled the words of the High Sparrow, but Militan was confused. interrupt.

"Don't say he is chirping! We have to respect him." Militan tugged on the cloak behind him angrily. The surface of the cloak was covered by a layer of black cloth. Jade could spy the colorful colors behind the black cloth at a glance.

After Militan's scolding, Jed silently bit into the pancake without saying a word.

As if aware of the bad atmosphere, Militan hesitated for a long time before breaking the silence, "I have to leave King's Landing for a while."

"Where to go?" Jade asked immediately, with a slightly frightened look in his eyes.

"Go to the Riverlands and pick up the High Sparrow and Ser Theodore." Militan sighed softly and said to Jed.

"You just came back from the Riverlands not long ago" Jed muttered dissatisfied.

Militan interrupted Jed's words again. He had already felt guilty about this, but he could not change the habit.

"I am a defeated soldier, a defeated soldier of Darry City, a deserter! If it were not for Sir Theodore and the High Sparrow, I would have been killed by the Vale Knights you admire." Militan shut his mouth. He did not choose to continue to entangle with Jed. He stood Stand up, "Get up! I'll teach you sword moves again."

Jade stood up silently and picked up the wooden sword next to the wall. The sound of clashing weapons echoed through the streets into the night.

The surface of the dragon egg is as dark as night, just like the dark sky during Serenity's voyage.

"All men are mortal."

The Braavosi stared at the egg and whispered.

To assassinate an ordinary businessman, only half the price is enough to hire an entire army of ordinary mercenaries. But to assassinate a noble, or even a big noble, the cost is immeasurable.

"The God of Many Faces will give him a gift." The Braavosi man nodded slightly to his employer, "He will be freed from the hardships of this world."

The employer's eyes seemed to be smiling. His belly was exposed, and his skin was as pale as his face. An eye patch covered his left eye, and the smiling right eye was bright blue. color.

His lips are even blue.

The people of Braavos are not surprised by strange things. He has seen so many strange people in the known world. A frightening pirate is not enough to arouse his different perceptions.

It's just that the weirdo in front of him is willing to trade the dragon eggs, which is exactly what the House of Black and White needs.

"Maybe sooner." The corner of the employer's mouth raised, and it was unclear whether the words he spoke were a question or a statement.

The Braavos man bowed slightly and said, "Everyone needs service. The House of Black and White will not owe anyone anything and will give gifts in time."

"Okay, this is best." The employer pushed open the door, and fierce winds poured into the room. The candles were extinguished instantly, and the Braavos people staggered and almost fell down.

But he opened his arms, as if enjoying the bone-piercing storm.

"Goodbye, Braavos, hahahaha!"

The employer grabbed the Braavos man and pushed him out of the door. He pointed at the Braavos man who was being drenched by the heavy rain and laughed wildly. His laughter was full of madness.

The Braavos man took a deep look at his maniacally laughing employer behind him, wrapped his robe tightly around his body, buried the dragon egg in his robe regardless of the coldness, and walked alone into the depths of the heavy rain.

Even as the Braavosi disappeared from sight, maniacal laughter seemed to still be heard in the houses with open doors.

In the city's harbor, the Serenity, which had only one mast, hung its pitch-black sails, and its dark red hull seemed to better cover up the blood soaking through the hull.

The employer stepped over a skull outside the door. This skull belonged to the owner of the room, the deceased owner.

There were piles of corpses on the harbor, and the mutes on the Serenity gathered together, standing in the heavy rain mixed with the smell of corpses, waiting for their captain.

On the black sail of the Serenity is an octopus sea monster with long tentacles, which is the symbol of the Greyjoy family.

The employer is the infamous Euron Greyjoy, the master of Serenity and the Crow's Eye of the Narrow Sea.

He ran in the rainy night, towards the deck of Serenity, stroking the black iron girl statue on the bow of the ship. The girl's arms were stretched out, her waist was narrow, her chest stood proudly, her thighs were slender and well-proportioned, and her thick black iron The long hair was flowing in the rainy night, but looking at the girl's face, she had no mouth, only a pair of mother-of-pearl eyes and an exquisite and petite nose.

The mute crew members boarded the ship one after another, like silent puppets, operating mechanically, as if there was a string connecting the crew members, moving their bodies.

Euron looked towards the dark sea in the distance and pointed forward.

A dark shadow seemed to appear in the deep sea, stirring the water and storm.

The heavy rain subsided at an incredible speed, and the chaotic sea wind instantly turned into a smooth east wind, pushing the ship towards the west.

"It's time to go home, dear bastard children." Euron drank a sip of the water of shadow and caressed the dying child who was chained in front of the statue of the girl.

He untied the iron chain, picked up the child who had only a weak breath, and said, "Wake up, wake up."

The child did not wake up.

Euron stared at him sadly, and suddenly pushed him into the seawater. The sound of "plop" of seawater did not stir up any ripples in his heart.

"Another of my children died." Euron covered his face and groaned as if in great pain.

He pointed to the cabin and ordered to the mute crew member, "Bring another bastard and tie him here so that he can feel his father's love."

The mute crew member turned around silently and walked into the cabin, hearing another annoying cry.

Euron looked at the sunshine gradually emerging from the clouds with a smile, "Ah~" he seemed to be enjoying it, "It's another beautiful day, a beautiful day."

The dark shadows on the bottom of the sea disappeared, and the turbulent east wind blew the sails of the ship.

"Go home, my Westeros." Euron once again opened his arms, exposing his upper body, and removed the blindfold covering his right eye. What was revealed was a black eye shining with malice, so dark that There is no bottom, looking at him is like entering an abyss.

Myrcella stood at the port, watching Uncle Tyrion walking away and waving slightly to him, his words still echoing in her ears.

"Attis Arryn is definitely the noble nobleman in the Seven Kingdoms who is most worthy of you. He is young, brave, and resourceful. You don't need to worry about anything with him."

Uncle Tyrion's big head came close to her and whispered to her: "But the terrible thing is that your grandfather, your mother, and maybe your brother didn't understand this. Trying to fall in love with Duke Attis, At the same time, stop your mother and your grandfather from revolting. This is the way to protect them. Fall in love with Attis, Myrcella."

There seemed to be some sadness in Tyrion's words. Myrcella looked at her uncle without knowing why. The latter just shook his head and muttered, "What do I expect a little girl to know?"

"I understand," Myrcella's answer was extremely firm, "I will fall in love with Duke Attis, don't worry, uncle."

(End of this chapter)