Looking at Duke Eddard with a dead face below, Lin Yi was a little silent.

He could save Eddard on the court, but he couldn't take Eddard away from King's Landing, where there were tens of thousands of soldiers, and Eddard's leg was gone.

If it was just Lin Yi's single sword, he could easily kill seven in and seven out in King's Landing, but if it was with a waste man with a broken leg, Lin Yi would not only have to break through, but also spend several times his efforts to protect Eddard.

Lin Yi calculated three times, and the best result was to break through to the Lion Gate, Ed was shot to death, and he left alone, what is the difference between such a result and being beheaded?

No, there is still a difference.

After being beheaded, Eddard's eldest daughter, Sansa, was heartbroken, but at least her life was saved, and her youngest daughter, Arya, was able to blend in with the Night's Watch and be taken away from King's Landing.

But if Lin Yi really robbed the court, Sansa might have lost her life in anger. At the same time, martial law is inevitable in King's Landing, and Arya may not be able to leave with the Night's Watch so easily.

Lin Yi sighed, if he was a mage profession, he could still rely on magic to deter the nobles of King's Landing, but he was a sword soul after all.

The god of war on the battlefield will be feared, but not so intimidated that he doesn't even have the courage to do it.

Lin Yi is essentially a very calm person, even if he is angry, he will still consider the purpose and result.

If he really wants to make a move, then his purpose is to save Ed, since he can't save Ed, why bother making trouble like this.

Just to relieve the anger in the chest, without considering the outcome of the matter, that is not chivalrous, that is called selfishness.

The farce below continues, and the nobles of King's Landing have no idea that their lives have taken a turn before the ghost gate closes.

The archbishop knelt before Joffrey and Cersei, chanting in a deep, deep voice.

"Because we sin, we suffer."

"This man confessed his sins in this holy place in the presence of the gods of heaven and mortals on earth."

The archbishop raised his hands in prayer, and the crown of gold leaf and crystal on his head shone with rainbow light.

"The gods of heaven are just, but the 'blessed God' Baylor has taught us that they are also merciful. Your Majesty, what should I do with this traitor? ”

"Kill him, kill him!"

"A traitor deserves to be put to death!"

The crowd in the audience was in an uproar.

Joffrey paced out of the Kingsguard's shield and stood still in front of the man.

Looking at his people below, at the hope in their eyes, Joffrey waved his hand, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.

These are his people, he is the king of this country, although Cersei is his mother, she has no power to make decisions for him, the king is supreme.

As a king, he was supposed to respond to his people.

Thinking so, Joffrey turned his head to look at his mother, Cersei, and smiled slightly.

"My mother begged me to clothe Duke Ed in black, strip him of all titles and powers, and exile him forever to serve the kingdom at the Great Wall. Miss Sansa also interceded for her father on several occasions. ”

As he spoke, Joffrey stared at Sansa, smiling.

Sansa's jeweled eyes were filled with hope, and Joffrey's words made her think for a moment that the gods had answered her prayers.

But then Joffrey turned to face the crowd and said coldly and majesticly.

"But that's just their woman's kindness! As long as I am king for one day, treason will be punished severely! ”

"Sir Ealing, cut off his head for me!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and the crowd pushed forward.

Cersei frowned, grabbed her son's placket and whispered dissuasion. Sansa's eyes widened in disbelief, as if she was still basking in the hope she had just had, unable to face reality.

Arya shouted, pulled out the sewing needle at her waist, and jumped into the crowd.

But the crowd was too crowded, and there were bodies all around, and for a while, she couldn't move an inch.

The guards on the stage did not pay attention to the commotion of the crowd, and Sir Ealing drew a two-handed greatsword in the midst of Sansa's loud cry, and the dull metallic sheen was so familiar to Arya's eyes.

It's my father's saber "Cold Ice"!

Arya's eyes widened.

How dare they!

Tears flowed from Arya's eyes, and a hand sprang out of the crowd, clasping her arm like a pincer, so force that she couldn't even grasp a sewing needle.

Arya was snatched off the ground and held in her arms like a rag doll.

"Don't look, don't look there...... Boy, you shut up for me, and you'd better close your eyes too. ”

A face appeared in front of Arya, a face with black messy hair and a tangled beard, and between her mouth, a smell of wine greeted her.

"I ...... I ......," Arya choked.

"Boy, remember me?"

Arya's hazy teary eyes looked at his greasy hair, his black cloak covered in dust and patches, the missing corner of his teeth, and the dark eyes that stared straight at her.

Arya's eyes widened, but she nodded with tears in her eyes.

She remembered this man, the black-clad brother who had come to King's Landing to recruit for the Night's Watch, and the first person he visited in King's Landing was his father, Eddard.

……

……

On the roof, Lin Yi saw that the man in black had found Arya, so he looked away from there and looked at the stage.

Sir Ealing was a tall but thin man, dressed in armor like a tall skeleton knight, but his strength was unquestionable.

The sharp ice slashed at Ed's neck, as easy and smooth as a red-hot knife cutting through butter, and when blood gushed out, everyone in the audience breathed a sigh of relief as if it was transparent.

Cersei frowned, but there was nothing she could do about it, Sansa's eyes were red and swollen, and she fell to the ground.

Only Joffrey had a smug and happy smile on his face.

But in the next second, a roar like a thunderous roar sounded in the square of St. Belle, and the smile on the face of the proud King Joffrey gradually froze.

"Your Majesty!"

Listening to the frightened cries in his ears, Joffrey's eyes widened and trembled, and he lowered his head in fear and disbelief, looking at the blood that was constantly spreading on his chest, and his palms trembled and stroked it.

"I ......"

Looking at the scarlet glare blood in his hands, Joffrey looked up in fear, a suffocating pain in his chest.

"Mother's ......"

He looked blankly at Cersei, who was also full of disbelief, and subconsciously raised his hand towards his mother, but the liquid of the same color as his hand flowed from his open mouth.

"I ......"

"There are assassins!"

"Lockdown! Go hunt down the Assassins! ”

Joffrey's arm hung limply, and the anxious, frightened cries grew smaller and smaller......

He finally couldn't hear it.

"No, no...... No! ”

Cersei seemed to have just come to her senses, and with her hands and feet together, she fell to her knees with Joffrey's increasingly cold corpse in her arms, blood soaking her palms and dress.

"Father, save him, who will save him, he is my son, my son ......"

The queen's screams woke up the sluggish crowd, and when the king, who had been in high spirits just now, suddenly collapsed, an even greater uproar erupted in the square, and the crowd became more and more crowded, and even the golden robes could not control the situation.

"What was that? That loud noise? ”

"Is it Thunder?"

"Gods! This must be the divine punishment of the gods! ”

"Only the gods have the power to exercise thunder!"

"But why did the gods send down divine punishments?"

"Could it be that the rumors of the other day ......"

The crowd grew more and more chaotic, and everyone looked frightened and excited, and they cared more about the king's death than the dead king.

Varys, who stood on the sidelines and watched coldly, frowned, as a eunuch who had been castrated by male witches since he was a child, he knew that there were indeed some transcendent beings in this world that ordinary people could not understand.

After a moment's thought, Varys looked across from Joffrey's chest attack.

But it was a large crowded square, and even if the attackers were hiding there, they couldn't be sure of the real culprit.

However, again, in such a dense crowd, even a powerful wizard cannot use magic quietly, and the arrangement of rituals takes time and space......

Wait a minute...... Roof!

Varys suddenly raised his head and looked at the rooftop opposite, and quickly fixed his gaze on the golden robe on one of the roofs, which was the only golden-robed archer on the roof without a helmet.

He saw a face that was very different from that of the Westeros, and ......

“……”

Varys was momentarily stunned.

What a pair of eyes they were!

The dark and deep pupils seem to be filled with incomparable ancient wisdom.

The moment he saw those eyes, Varys seemed to see a pair of eyes hanging high in the sky, staring indifferently at the earth, no matter how the years passed, even if it was washed by time, it could not erase its traces.

It wasn't until the man turned to leave, disappearing from sight, that Varys gradually came back to his senses, and hurriedly beckoned to the Kingsguard on the side, pointing to the roof over there.