"Who?" Varys heard his voice tremble slightly in the darkness.

The sound is hollow, tense, and distorted.

"Don't be afraid, an old friend. A voice said softly, with a playful smile.

It's the little finger.

Varys's heart suddenly certain.

Littlefinger!

According to Varys's observation and understanding, Littlefinger does not belong to anyone, Littlefinger does not have the support of any big forces behind him, and he has no allies, and his loyalty, profit, words and deeds belong only to Littlefinger himself.

"Littlefinger, what are you doing in my room?" Varys' voice regained its composure.

"Waiting for you!"

"What are you waiting for me to do?"

"I have been commissioned to ask you for one thing. ”

Varys changed into his clothes, and when he touched the head of the bed, the crossbow was gone.

He had a short crossbow hidden at the head of his bed.

Varys has no martial arts, and he wants to protect himself, and in addition to his mind, he feels that he needs a short crossbow.

What if something unexpected happens suddenly? It's better to have a short crossbow at the head of the bed than nothing at all!

He had a lot of birds, but none of them could protect Varys. Little Birds are only responsible for finding out the news, they have no martial arts, no armor and short swords, and they are also a group of children with secret identities that cannot be known by others. If you want to learn the combat method of a group of dogs biting the shadow lynx, you also need to arrange in advance and secretly attack it.

At the Red Keep, at this moment, there was no way for Varys to suddenly gather a bunch of little birds to help him bite off his little finger.

Fortunately, Littlefinger is not a general, and his brothel also has a good income, and Varys and Littlefinger are officials in the same dynasty, hello and me, they don't like each other, but they don't have any grudges against each other.

But today's appearance of Little Finger has broken the long-standing tacit understanding between the two people that 'well water does not interfere with river water'. Varys sensed that the balance between them had been disrupted by some unseen force.

"Littlefinger, what's the matter?"

"Lend you a little blood. ”

This sentence is too threatening!

Varys couldn't make out if Littlefinger was holding his short crossbow in the darkness.

"You're going to kill me?"

"No, no, no, I'm most afraid of seeing blood, and someone told me to take a little blood from you. I was also coerced to come, and my mouth was full of bitterness, and I had to come to beg you. ”

"How are you going to get blood?"

"Light the candles, you have a knife on your bed, a glass bottle, half a vial of blood is enough. ”

"The Magic Mountain sent you!" Varys said strangely.

He clearly remembered the night when the Magic Mountain came to King's Landing a few months ago, in the Visenia Hills, in the restaurant next door to Master Tob Mott's blacksmith shop, Littlefinger went to see the Magic Mountain, and was taken by the Magic Mountain for half a bottle of finger blood. The hotel's runner was a little bird from Varys.

"Give me blood, hello I'm hello everyone, what did you do from the secret passage tonight, who did you meet, to be honest, it has nothing to do with me, and I have no interest. I just beg you to give me half a vial of blood, grateful. Littlefinger's firm tone, pleading language, it was full of sarcasm.

Varys lit the candle, and sure enough, there was a finger-length glass bottle on the bed, and a knife was placed next to the glass. He held up the candle and saw that Littlefinger in the opposite corner was very calm, holding his short crossbow in his hand, the crossbow arrow had been buckled, and Littlefinger only needed a slight movement of his fingers to kill him.

Varys' white robes and fat flesh were no match for the protection of his armor, and at such a distance, crossbow arrows could easily pierce through armor.

"I'll give you blood!"

"Thank you very much!" Littlefinger's playful voice was full of a narrow smile, "Lord Varys, my life hangs in the hands of others, please don't blame me." ”

"Wizard?" the eunuch laughed, he picked up the knife, cut his fingers, and poured blood into the glass bottle, "Lord Petyr, my male roots were cut off by a wizard, so I had to become a eunuch." I was very young, living on the streets of Reese City on the other side of the Narrow Sea, a gathering place for dark wizards. ”

"One day a wizard took a fancy to me, and said that he would take me as an apprentice, and he gave me good food and drink, and bought me new clothes, so I happily followed him, and in the evening he tied me up, and cut off my male root with a knife, and he threw my male root into the flames, and out of the flames crawled out of the flames a crimson monster that looked like a monkey but was not a monkey, with very terrible flaming eyes and sharp claws. ”

"It's terrifying!" Littlefinger gently adjusted the crossbow's posture. It's also quite tiring to hold a short crossbow and not fire it.

"Dark wizards are indeed terrifying, there are blood witches, blue-lipped wizards, and red-robed wizards, black-robed wizards, if possible, I would never want to come into contact with any wizards for the rest of my life, they have some mysterious and evil powers. - Is blood okay?"

"It's more than half a bottle, it's okay, please close the lid, tighten it, then put the knife and the vial together, back away, and the trouble between us is over. Littlefinger laughed.

Varys did everything.

Littlefinger walked over with a short crossbow and put the vial in his pocket first, then the knife in his pocket: "Lord Varys, are we still good friends?"

"Of course, it doesn't get any better than now. ”

"Then I'll be relieved!" Littlefinger slowly retreated with his crossbow in his hand.

"Lord Petyr, there's something I've got you really want to see. ”

"Oh, something. ”

"The ending of the story of a dark wizard who cuts off the male roots of an innocent little boy. ”

"Oh, I'd love to see it. ”

"Lord Petyr, if I guessed correctly, the person who took half a vial of my blood must be a blood wizard, and you were once forced by the magic mountain to take half a vial of blood, although I don't know what the relationship between the wizard and the magic mountain is, but the wizard with mysterious and evil power is not invincible, I think we may have a common enemy. Are you willing to be fooled by a blood wizard pretending to be a god with your blood?"

"I don't want at all!" Littlefinger said in a resolute tone.

"That's right, come on, maybe a big wooden box in my guest room will give you my courage and confidence!"

"I've seen your room, and there are no big wooden boxes!" Littlefinger's crossbow was raised again and pointed at Varys.

"I'll do tricks, Lord Petyr, as if my stone bed could rise on its own. ”

"Oh, then let me see!" Littlefinger stepped out of the way and let Varys out of the bedroom with a crossbow, and the two of them came to the guest room one after the other.

Varys pressed against the wall, and the ground beneath the wall shuddered slightly, and the floor parted, revealing a black coffin. The black coffin didn't look anything unusual at first, but suddenly, there was a rapid gasp from inside.

There was a living person in a coffin.

Little Finger's eyes were very vigilant, and his face was slightly pale.

He had never known that there was a coffin buried under Varys' guest room, and that the coffin contained a living person.

The lid of the coffin was thick, and in the middle was a movable wooden plank with a copper buckle on which a lock was hung. Next to the lock is a small nail with a key hanging from the nail.

Varys looked back at Littlefinger: "My lord, wizards are terrible, but they are also ordinary mortals. They are no different from us, a knife can kill them, a coffin can lock them up. Do you need me to open the movable plank and see this dark wizard?"

"I really want to!"

"Then you have to be mentally prepared, I have been in the coffin for a long time to put this dark wizard who cut off the roots of a little boy and man, he eats and drinks in the coffin, and when the movable wooden board is opened, the smell is not very good. ”