In the dimly lit cellar of the castle, a bald fat man in an ornate silk robe sits at his desk, quickly flipping through one slip after another of small letters written on the fly's head, and then throwing them into a nearby brazier to burn them.

He was none other than Varys, known as the "Octoplawed Spider".

As a person who makes a living by collecting and selling information, he has a keen sense of danger, and often perceives it before it arrives, and then responds accordingly.

It was with this that he survived numerous court battles.

No matter who becomes the king and who is the prime minister, he is still the untouchable intelligence chief in the Imperial Council.

But today, Varys was a little distracted for some reason, and always felt that he had overlooked something important, so he hid alone in the cellar, trying to find some clues from the latest information gathered by the "little birds".

Just as he finished reading the last note and was about to throw it into the brazier, there was a sudden noise of footsteps in the corridor outside.

Before he could react to what had happened, the closed door was slammed.

Bang! Bang!

Bang!

The wooden deadbolt lasted only three times, and immediately broke into two, and the door flew out directly, knocking the cabinets and tables into pieces.

"Good afternoon, Lord Varys. ”

With a mocking greeting, Zhang Cheng stepped into the room, staring at the bald fat man who was vigilant not far away, and gesturing to the guards behind him.

Without saying a word, the latter repaired the door with great speed, and then disappeared into the end of the narrow, dark hallway.

After seeing these unrelated people leave, Zhang Cheng slowly came to the table, snatched the note from the other party's hand and glanced at it, and said sarcastically with a smile: "If I guessed correctly, this is the information collected by the little birds you are proud of, right? ”

"Sir Mason Asplin, did you rude your intrusion just to sneer at me?" asked Varys, grimacing.

Zhang Cheng curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no, please don't misunderstand, I'm not sarcastic." On the contrary, I am complimenting you for your wisdom. Think about it, if you didn't have such a vicious heart, how could you have betrayed your allegiance to your master again and again, and managed to escape one murder after another, and now you can still hide in the shadows, secretly carry out a plan, and even influence Daenerys Targaryen across the ocean. As a Game of Thrones player, you're so good that you can't help but want to give it a shout. ”

"I'm sorry! I don't understand what you're saying! Farewell!" Varys visibly panicked, trying to escape the young man he was terrified as quickly as possible.

After all, the conspiracy has great destructive power, and the root cause of it is that it is difficult to be discovered, and once the conspiracy is exposed to the sun, then only the people who secretly plan the conspiracy will die.

"Wait! Shall I allow you to leave?" Zhang Cheng swiped and pulled out the magic sword, the Soul Arrester, against the other party's throat.

The strong evil aura emitted by the sword body suddenly made the "eight-clawed spider" take several steps back.

A psychologist once said that the more a person hates someone or something, the deeper his subconscious fear of that person and thing.

If the people that "Hound Dog" hated and feared were his brutal older brother and fire, then Varys hated and feared the incomprehensible supernatural power of magic.

Sensing the dead eunuch's strong rejection, Zhang Cheng immediately swung his long sword.

Blink Kung Fu!

A green, translucent figure appears out of thin air in the room......

He had no legs, his lower body was a blurred fluorescent, and his upper body was human, his scarlet eyes flashing with naked malice, as if he might rush up at any moment and devour his life alive.

There is no doubt that this evil necromantic is the prisoner who died by the sword not long ago.

Now his soul has fallen into the abyss after a few blows of pain and torment, and has become a complete ghost.

Due to the appearance of the necromancy, the temperature in the room began to decrease rapidly, and in just a few seconds or so, a layer of hoarfrost grew on the floor and walls.

"Damn, what the hell is this? You...... What are you going to do?"

Varys felt as if he had returned to his childhood, to that terrible night, with a face full of horror and helplessness.

"What are you doing? Resolve a little misunderstanding between us, of course. You must not forget, but you instigated His Majesty Joffrey to kill me with the help of Sandor Clegane. With that, Zhang Cheng nodded at the necromantic servants beside him.

The ghost who had received permission instantly smiled cruelly and pounced on it with open arms.

"Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!h

The moment he touched his skin, which was completely composed of negative energy, Varys couldn't help but let out a painful scream, and his body began to age rapidly, and in less than half a minute, a large number of wrinkles appeared on his forehead, corners of his eyes, cheeks and other parts, and his originally smooth skin also had countless age spots.

In general, he suddenly changed from the appearance of a middle-aged man to the appearance of an old man.

What's even more terrifying is that the extreme pain of being robbed of his life force deeply stimulates every neuron, and if he has a choice, he can't wait to faint immediately, or be killed directly.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have a choice now.

"How does it feel to be on the verge of death, Lord Varys, don't worry, I didn't just say that it was a misunderstanding, so I won't kill you, but I'll slowly resolve it. As for how long it will take, it depends on whether you cooperate or not. Zhang Cheng said as he poured himself a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it all.

"Misunderstanding, you really know how to use words!, what do I need to do to resolve this misunderstanding?" asked Varys, panting as he got up from the ground.

"Quite simply, we need to talk about your prejudices against magic, and then talk about your Targaryens' restoration plans. In the end, I hope that we can reach a consensus and not interfere with each other to do what we want to do. It's best not to play any tricks along the way, knowing that I'm not a player who plays by the rules and has the ability to flip the table when necessary. ”

"No problem, where do we start?"

"Let's start with the tragic experiences of your childhood. ”

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