On the majestic and empty hall, there was only a middle-aged man with gray temples, standing under the Iron Throne that everyone in the Seven Kingdoms longed for, a pair of gray-green eyes looking up in a daze.

"How does it feel when you imagine yourself sitting on it?"

A slightly neutral voice sounded from behind him, and Petyr Berish's heart was startled, but his face was unmoved.

"All the ministers and maids will smirk and salute you, including those who have been laughing at you all these years......"

"The head is gone, how can you still smirk and salute?" Petyr Berish asked rhetorically.

"What an ambitious and ruthless man." Varys said with a smile.

Petyr smiled indifferently: "What if it's you?" ”

"What?"

"Sit in that chair."

"Hehe......" Varys chuckled, "if there's anyone in King's Landing who doesn't want to be king, I'm one of them." ”

"I don't want to mess with everyone in the Seven who wants to sit on the throne because of the throne - well, that crazy little Targaryen girl overseas."

"What? Afraid of that wizard? ”

"You're not afraid?" Varys asked rhetorically.

“……”

Petyr turned his head to glance at him, and said in a non-requiring voice.

"I've been thinking about whether what I've done over the years makes sense, in the face of that kind of magic that you can't forget once you see it."

"You're humble, Lord Baesie." Varys smiled, "I'm sure the bones buried under the brothel have more say than I have on this issue. ”

"A man from another land, suffering from discrimination and frustration, and suffering from fear and fear......"

Petyr's tone was like that of a bard.

"But you have endured it all, whispering in the ears of generations of kings...... I admire you, Lord Varys. ”

"I admire you too, Lord Baelish."

With a smile on his face, Varys stared at Petyr, who was also smiling, but the smile was a bit real and a little fake, and only the two parties themselves would know.

"Tell me about it......" Petyr turned and walked towards the outside of the main hall.

"Tell me?" Varys followed.

"The wizard."

"Wizard ......," Varys sighed, "over the years, my men have captured all sorts of self-proclaimed wizards, but all of them are impostors. ”

"Oh yes?" Petyr laughed, "I'm sorry for what happened to these impostors, but the people we discussed this time, in full view, killed our new ...... with an invisible thunderbolt Former king. ”

Saying that, Petyr seemed sincere, but in fact he didn't care: "I'm sorry, I've never seen such a rapid change of throne in my life, and I was a little uncomfortable for a while. ”

"Understandable." Varys laughed, "But there is one thing to correct, it is not a completely invisible thunder, Sandor Clegane said he saw a fleeting fire. ”

"Really?" Petyr raised his eyebrows, and quietly took this information to heart.

"Believe me, it's rare to see fake wizards in King's Landing, so every wizard who can appear in King's Landing should be wary, and the wizard who assassinated the king ......"

At this, Varys's mind was filled with the look of distraction and awe that had left him in awe.

"What......" Petyr Berish looked at him, "does Lord Varys have any information?" ”

"That's a truly magical wizard." Varys' face was grim, "To be honest, I definitely don't want to provoke someone like that. ”

Mistress Varys laughed.

Petyr laughed.

"How dare I provoke even the kings who have been blessed by the gods because of him?"

……

……

The bells of King's Landing rang again, just as they had been when Robert had died.

Lin Yi was lying on a balcony in a complex alleyway, draped in a hazel wool blanket, and the edge of the balcony was piled with potted plants and flowers.

"Your name is Arlie now, understand?"

There was a slight sound from below.

"A poor orphan, Ali, just like the other orphans in this city."

"I ......"

"You know, it's not hard to get out of the city, it's hard to get on the road, we're going to have a long way to go—oh yes, thanks to the wizard who assassinated the king, it's not so easy to get out of the city now."

"Wizard? The wanted warrant says it's a demon! ”

"Oh yes? Even if it's a demon, it's a demon who avenged your father's murder, little ghost, now you're not that noble daughter, you're an orphan that no one cares about, an orphan doesn't care if it's a wizard or a demon who kills the king, he wants to know how to solve the next meal. ”

"I ...... I just thought figuring out the situation would help me find him faster......"

"Hah! How? Do you want to be a wizard too? Or a demon? ”

"If this will give me revenge......"

Arya said earnestly.

“……”

Yulun frowned and stopped, taking a serious look at the little girl for the first time.

"Listen, I'm in charge of bringing you safely to the north, and the rest is up to you, in short, it's none of my business. So, now, tell me what's your name? ”

“…… Ali"

"Good boy...... No one would ever look into an orphan, as it would be redundant, as is the case with every orphan in King's Landing. ”

As he spoke, Yuren shook his head.

"This time I got twenty people, and they are not like your bastard brother...... Your father asked me to go to the black prison to pick people by myself, and there are no noble young masters among the people below, and neither old nor young is a good thing. If you let them know your identity, at least half of them will hand you over to the Queen Mother without even thinking about it, in exchange for amnesty and a few copper plates. The other half will do the same, but they'll hit you a few times first. ”

Arya had never heard such a vulgar command, and her little face was flushed, but it was covered by the thick dust on her face.

Yuren didn't seem to see Arya's expression, or he saw it but didn't care.

"So you have to be careful, don't drink too much water if you're fine, peeing is the most troublesome, if you want to pee, find a forest where no one is around. Remember, you are not a noble child here, you are just an orphan that no one wants, and putting on black clothes is the most glorious moment you can encounter in your life. ”

The voices in the alleyway faded away.

The corners of Lin Yi's mouth curled slightly, then he took away the blanket covering his body, stood up, and turned around and walked to the room connected by the balcony.

"My lord, the mask is ready......

The gray-haired old man trembled and handed over a black mask.

Lin Yi took the mask, rubbed his fingers over the fabric twice, and then nodded with satisfaction.

His face was already wanted by Cersei, and although for some unknown reason, the appearance on the wanted notice was really a little flattering, but this standard northern Han face was still too conspicuous in Westeros.

Therefore, Lin Yi took out the black T-shirt he had brought with him in his inventory, found a tailor shop, and asked them to make something similar to Kakashi's mask.

When he appeared in front of the owner of this tailor shop, this old guy actually recognized him from the wanted warrant, and this strange negative made Lin Yi sigh at the wisdom of his decision.

Putting away the mask, Lin Yi threw a small piece of silver into his hand, and then plucked his hair with the old man's happy and frightened expression.

"Listen, old fellow."

Lin Yi looked at him lightly, pinching the old man's hair with his fingers, and shaking a rectangular object with his other hand.

The old man's eyes widened, and his face was terrified—he watched this thing appear in Lin Yi's hand in an instant from nothing.

"By the mercy of the gods, I spare your life. But ......"

Lin Yi pressed the lighter, and the flames slammed into the old high, and then ignited the gray greasy hair, and in the crackling and crackling sound of fine bursts, these hairs instantly turned into flying ashes.

Indifferently glancing at the frightened old man, Lin Yi turned around and left, leaving only a word.

"You've fallen under the curse of the flames, if I hear anything about me out there...... Think about your hair......"

"Understood, understood!"

The old man was suddenly frightened and his legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground, his head was like pounding garlic, and his cloudy eyes were full of happiness for the rest of his life, but even so, the hand holding the silver tightly still did not let go.