Egger was wearing nothing else, a magical pendant that Melisandre wore around her neck day and night. He had confirmed the wearer's antidote by asking the witch last night before using the authority of the goddess's surrogate to forcibly "borrow" it - and use it as a basis for drinking the poisoned wine today.

The necklace is useful, and the high temperature emitted by its core gem when it runs the magic detoxification is as hot as boiling water, so people can't help but worry that it will explode the next moment due to the drastic temperature change, but no matter how hot the gem is, it is only something worn outside the body, and it is not difficult to endure at the moment when Egger's ability to withstand high temperatures has been greatly enhanced- The scales of Lahlo hidden under the skin on his chest are the real fright and horror, embedded under the skin not only hot like a red-hot iron sheet, but also wrapped in all directions by the skin and flesh, causing the heat to be dissipated nowhere to escape, under the mutation...... Egger also felt the taste of the strange ghost being pierced into his body by the dragon steel weapon, and in the pain worse than being tortured by the soldering iron, he vaguely heard the sound of his own blood boiling, and sniffed the smell of burnt flesh.

This intense burning pain sent out at least two messages: first, that the medicine provided by Bachelor Coburn was truly incredibly lethal, and second, that the scales that Rahlo had given him also had a constant antidote spell, and it was likely to be much more advanced than Melisandre's necklace.

Think about it: something that even the existence of the level of the red-robed woman can think of, they have lived hundreds of thousands of years following the goddess of faith, how can the gifts and amulets provided by her own chosen spokesperson be worse than those of the priests under her command?

The potion does not cause pain to the poisoned, which creates a strange situation: the two poisoned ones die cleanly, and the one who is still alive is trapped in the burning pain caused by the magic antidote. Patience until his facial muscles were twisted, Iger continued to pull open the neckline tremblingly, tearing and pulling down until he could see where the scales were when he looked down: on the flat sternum, the slightly convex part of the dragon scales was red, hot to the touch, but it was obvious that there was no physiological burn, and I don't know if it was his senses exaggerating the pain, or the dragon scales were detoxifying and repairing the burns he had suffered.

Although he grinned so badly that he wanted to use a knife to rip the piece out of the flesh, after all, his own life was at stake - in fact, not only did Egger not dare to mess with the scales, but even the necklace he borrowed from Melisandre was honestly afraid to take it off: 2>1 He still had the basic common sense, although it was unlikely, but in case it was, it was really ferocious...... Rahlo's scales alone can't solve it?

The scene of Varys and Petyr falling in a matter of seconds as if in a movie was so powerful that Egger dared to leave his seat even though he knew that he was not poisoned.

Slowly stand up and straighten your back...... Without any abnormality, he carefully approached the two who fell to the ground in turn according to the hilt of his sword, leaned over to make sure that their heartbeats and breathing had disappeared, and then breathed a sigh of relief, standing on the floor in the middle of the room, quietly watching the scene of the crime that he had single-handedly caused:

Queen Targaryen's Prime Minister and Intelligence Director, Daenerys's top two ministers in front of the Lord, at least on the surface, and the two major stirring sticks that are enough to pry Westeros and even the entire world of ice and fire have become two pieces of dead flesh lying quietly on the ground, no longer posing any threat to the outside world.

Once upon a time, he was just a little person who jumped up and down and couldn't change the plot, he had to think twice about maybe getting the attention of key characters, and he had to gamble everything with all his might even against a supporting role?

But now, he has become a ruthless character who has to shake the seven kingdoms by stomping his feet, and he can kill the "big man" in the eyes of ordinary people like crushing ants with his fingers.

All right...... The above sentence is obviously an exaggeration. But in any case, the excitement of just going on the biggest active adventure in his life, and the sense of control that can already shape the direction of the world, still made his blood boil and his mind swelled for the time being.

His last strange speech, made a moment earlier, seemed to be a nerve, but in fact it was to ensure that the poison was effective by making the two listeners think about it in fear and their hearts beat faster and blood flowed...... However, the taste of halfway through the words is really uncomfortable, so I am comfortable for myself, and I also give an explanation to the two dead people......

He decided to finish the force.

"It's cold on the ground, and you're dead, so I won't talk nonsense. ”

There was a faint stench in the air, and I didn't know which feces and urine were incontinent. In the midst of this strange smell mixed with the aroma of food and wine, the final scene of this killing feast begins...... It's a one-man show.

"That's right, I think you're in the way, so I hope you can get out of the Queen's side. ”

As he spoke, Iger began to put the finishing touches on the scene, first untying the sword strap from his waist and hanging it on the sword stand by the wall—it was strange to drink with his colleagues with his sword.

"The two of you will definitely not resign obediently, even if the queen does not agree, even if the queen agrees...... You will continue to cause trouble in other parts of the world......"

He poured the white water from Varys' cup into the fireplace, poured half a cup of poisoned wine, and made the illusion that he was still drinking normally at the last moment before the poison - in order to justify his lie that he had a "bad stomach", the eunuch insisted on changing it to water after drinking a glass of wine, and Egger had no position to force him to continue drinking, so he could only let it go. But if he doesn't change it back, the people who go back to the scene will definitely not understand why he was poisoned.

"After thinking about it, I can only make a difficult decision: to come forward in person and invite the two of you to a place that will never affect the queen's cause and hinder my plans for a southern expedition—"

Moving his chair to make sure there were no obstacles on the floor between his seat and the doorway, and after looking around the room again to make sure there were no details, he walked back to his chair, pressed his hand on the back of the chair, and revealed the final answer that no audience was curious about.

"Hell. ”

......

It is said that hearing is the last sensation to disappear when you die, and it is said that there is a chance that a person will come back to life after death as long as it is not hard...... But Iger didn't have the energy to confirm the former legend now, nor did he have the time to wait for the two corpses to turn cold and stiff to put an end to the latter.

He had more important things to do - the aftermath.

The aftermath here, of course, does not refer to the disposal of two corpses.

The reason why Varys and Petyr went to the appointment even though they knew it was a feast was simple for Egger to make the decision: Egg controlled Winterfell, and while he controlled the lives of anyone in the castle, he was also responsible for everyone in the castle.

He seems to have the lives of everyone in Winterfell, but in fact he has to protect anyone within the walls - because whoever it is, where it is, and what happens...... Even if it has nothing to do with him, he is responsible. This opposition and unity of power and duty is actually a disguised guest right: you can kill me, but you can't get rid of the pot of killing me, and you can't afford to kill me.

Before he made the move, the master's de facto identity was that he had the advantage of being able to force the two of them to come to the door to die, but after he succeeded, it became the biggest trouble that dragged him back.

The eunuch and Littlefinger are two-stirring sticks, and in this Winterfell, whether they are poisoned, hacked, or fallen to their death, or mysteriously disappeared, there is no essential difference - the world will think that she killed these two, and Daenerys will definitely settle the account on her head. Iger can't get rid of responsibility, but at least he hopes that the queen won't think he's a murderer, and won't be suspicious and jealous, and he will rely on himself every moment for the rest of his life while thinking about how to guard against and get rid of him.

cleared the monarch's side, but didn't want to be identified as a rebellion...... There is only one way to achieve this impossible goal.

The victim will not be the murderer.

Clenching his fists to make sure his fingers were still moving smoothly, he took a deep breath and pulled down the chair he had been sitting in a moment ago.

"Bang!"

Unlike the soft flesh, the chair toppled over and slammed into the ground with a crisp loud thud, and he immediately strode towards the exit, slamming open the door and stumbling into the cold wind outside.

Outside the door, groups of land-giving soldiers and unsullied ones who were huddled in a sheltered corner not far away turned their heads and looked at him with surprise and curiosity.

"Your Excellency?"

Iger did not answer, but with a look of great panic, he bent down against the wall, and the two fingers of his right hand trembled into his mouth, and he frantically picked his throat as if he was not going to die.

The gag reflex took effect steadily, and within two seconds, he threw up with a wow.

He didn't stop his mouth at the table just now, and the vomiting was especially spectacular, and the soldiers outside the door watched him vomit in amazement for several seconds, before the four Unsullied brought by Varys and Petyr were the first to realize that something was wrong and rushed into the house.

"Dish-li...... Poison!" he vomited most of it, finally free to speak, "Lock down the castle...... Put the kitchen and ...... Anyone who has access to the food...... ......"At least the vomiting is real, wow and vomited a lot, he couldn't even breathe:" Go and call Coben...... and Melissa...... Help me......"

Before he could finish his last sentence, he rolled his eyes and fell headlong next to his vomit.

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