The rain has stopped.

But the sky was even more gloomy, and the dense dark clouds were like a huge curtain, as if they were about to fall down at any moment and cover the whole of King's Landing.

Petyr "Littlefinger" Petil Berish walked out of the bronze gates of the Red Keep, filled with anger and panic.

Who is it?!

Who is spreading the rumors about him and Lady Lyza?!

Petyr knew that he had fallen prey to someone.

What he did to Jon Arryn was unexpectedly seen by someone!

How is this possible!

Petyr couldn't figure out why anyone would still set their eyes on him when he had been so well hidden.

Shouldn't you all go to trial Aberon Martell!

Petyr searched his mind for names, looking at faces to know who was spreading the rumors.

Varys told him that the rumor had been circulating in the city in the last two weeks.

This caused Petyr to first rule out Eddard Stark, the newly arrived Hand of the King, and instead turn his suspicion to the Bend and Dorne nobles who had recently arrived in King's Landing.

Yes, it must be one of them!

They were all present when Jon Arryn died, and perhaps they saw something.

But Petyr could no longer narrow his target, and the other party was very cautious, leaving no trace, and even the little birds of Varys could not find the source of the rumors.

This is also because King's Landing is too big and the population is too large, and even if the "Octopus Spider" has thousands of claws, it is impossible to weave a web to monitor everyone, especially in the slums where dragons and snakes are mixed.

And it is so simple to spread ambiguous rumors about a noble lord and lady.

Most people may think that this rumor is not a big deal, similar lace rumors are common to almost every master, and some are even worse, but for Petyr, this seemingly harmless rumor is extremely deadly.

Because this rumor has linked him to Lady Lyza!

And also faintly pointed out a heart-wrenching fact-

He will benefit from the death of Duke Jon Arryn!

After all, if the Duke's widow marries him, as the rumors say, then he will join Lady Ryza to rule the Eagle's Nest.

With such a big benefit, then he has a motive to kill!

All along, the reason why Petyr was able to hide behind the scenes, complete one plot after another, without being discovered, was because he hid his purpose well.

Sometimes, he will even deliberately do things that are not directly beneficial to himself, just to prevent being discovered.

But now, Petyr only felt as if he had been stripped naked and exposed to the sun.

This feeling made him extremely panicked and terrified.

No way! The spread of this rumor must be stopped!

Petyr thought to himself.

But soon, he realized his stupidity.

The more you try to ban this kind of thing, the faster it will spread, and the more people will believe in its authenticity-

Not really, why are you in such a hurry to deny it?

Petyr took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down.

He knew that there was no way to stop the rumors from spreading.

The best way to clear the suspicion is to convict Prince Oberon!

This poisonous snake of Dorne was the scapegoat he had prepared for himself, but if he was to be convicted, he had to be tried as soon as possible.

And the king was reluctant to hold a trial, and had to wait for Lady Lyza to come to the king's arrival.

And Madame Lyza...... That stupid and weak woman didn't dare to come.

She was scared.

Petyr cursed secretly, but had to admit that if this woman was not stupid and weak, how could she be controlled by him.

It's a dead knot.

Lady Lyza did not dare to come to King's Landing, so she would not be able to convict Prince Oberon, and the longer it dragged on, the more widely the rumors would spread, and the easier it would be noticed by those who cared about it.

Petyr thought about it for a long time, and finally came up with another way, which was also the one he was best at-

Cause chaos!

As long as King's Landing had caused more chaos, no one would have noticed this little rumor again.

Petyr's gray-green eyes flashed with madness, and a mocking smile crept back into the corners of his mouth.

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In the glimmer of the morning light, Samwell slowly climbed up the Visennian hills.

"Sam, is there Baylor Chapel ahead?" Natalie took the baron's left hand and looked at the imposing building at the top of the hill.

"Yes." Samwell lowered his voice slightly, "You will have to come to worship the Seven Gods regularly in the future, otherwise your people will be suspicious of you." ”

"But I'm serving the old gods......" Natalie was a little aggrieved.

"Who made your people all followers of the Seven Gods?" Samwell patiently persuaded, "Especially now that your prestige is not enough, you must use this way to win people's hearts." In fact, it is a kind of show, a kind of performance, even if you still worship the old gods in private, but in public, you have to bow to the seven gods. ”

"But like this...... Will the old gods blame you......"

"No, it won't." Samwell began to flicker, "The gods are merciful, they can understand your suffering, and they will only focus on the true faith in your heart. ”

"My heart will always serve the old gods!" Natalie hurriedly swore an oath.

"The Old Gods will surely see your piety." It was as if Samwell was making a declaration on behalf of God.

"Hmm!" After the psychological barrier was lifted, a smile resurfaced on Natalie's face, "Sam, is the archbishop of the Church of the Seven living in this sanctuary?" ”

"Yes."

"I've heard people say before that the archbishop doesn't have a name, is that true?"

"They used to have them, but when they became archbishops and wore crystal crowns, they had to give up their names. From then on, they were the spokesmen of the Seven Gods and could no longer use mortal names. ”

"How do you distinguish between archbishops?"

"This ...... It's a bit of a challenge. Fortunately, there will not be two archbishops at the same time. ”

Samwell casually answered the girl's strange questions, and his eyes were already on the sanctuary's white marble dome and the seven towering crystal towers.

"Look, there's a lot of people over there!" Natalie suddenly pointed to the square in front of the temple and shouted.

There are a lot of people.

But they all looked like homeless people, dressed in brown coarse cloth clothes, covered in filth, and they looked like they had come to receive alms from the church.

The homeless men packed the square in front of Baylor's Great Church, and Samwell prepared to take Natalie around the back door of the church.

But after walking a few steps, he spotted a guard with a golden rose emblem on his chest - how could the Tyrells be here?

Samwell stepped forward to inquire, only to learn that it was not the church that was organizing the alms, but the eldest lady of the Tyrells.

"Miss Margaery is so kind!" Natalie sighed, "I also have to give to the poor, so that I can live up to the name of 'generous' Natalie." ”

That's not what you mean by this title......

Samwell snickered secretly, but did not tell the little girl the truth:

"Then go find Miss Margaery, I'll go to the Templar."

"Huh? Then I'll go with you. Natalie struggled for a moment, but decided to follow Samwell.

"No, you can go find Miss Margaery, it will take me a little longer to pray to the Seven Gods, you can come back to me later."

"Oh, okay. So Sam, you're so reliant. ”

"Yes." Samwell smiled and nodded, "Every time I see the Seven Gods, I have endless words. ”

After the two separated, Samwell walked alone into the Hall of Lights, a long hallway with countless stained glass balls hanging and several monks scrubbing the marble floors along the way.

At the end of the Hall of Lights is a double-open door, through which is the prayer hall.

Rainbow light slanted in through the glazed windows on the dome, countless dust flew in the beams, the air was filled with the smell of incense, and in front of the main hall were seven altars dedicated to the seven gods—

Heavenly Father, Virgin, Warrior, Blacksmith, Maiden, Old Woman, Stranger.

A dozen rude mercenaries knelt before the altar of warriors, begging the gods to bless the long swords at their feet; In front of the altar of Our Lady, a monk leads hundreds of children in chanting; In front of the girl's altar, naturally many young ladies gathered, and when one of them saw Samwell, he actually greeted him.

It was a sweet-looking Dorne girl with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a pure white silk dress with the coat of arms of the Halberd of the Sun embroidered on her chest.

It seems that he is looking for the person.

Samwell thought to himself, but he was a little puzzled, and the other party seemed to be looking for him.

"May I ask if it's Baron Hawksbill Island, Lord Caesar?"

"Yes, you are?"

"My name is Trenee Shad, and Prince Oberon is my father."

It turned out to be a "sand snake", Samwell knew in his heart: "Miss Treenier, you know me?" ”

"Of course." Tryne smiled sweetly, "Lord Caesar, your name has spread throughout Dorne today. Of course I know you. ”

I guess it's not a good reputation.

"I didn't expect me to have such an honor." Samwell smiled slightly, and then said, "Is Prince Oberon here?" ”

Father prayed in the small hall at the other end of the corridor. I'll take you there. ”

"Then I'll trouble you, Miss Tryne."

Following Treeny, Samwell exited through the side door of the prayer hall and through a long corridor, finally stopping at a small door.

"Lord Caesar, my father is inside, please."

Samwell thanked him again and pushed the door open.

Then he froze.

Because, Prince Oberon is not alone.

He also rode another man.

A woman

A naked woman......

Is this Nima praying?

Samwell turned around and saw that the girl who had led the way had long since disappeared.

He immediately realized that he had been tricked by the sweet-looking and well-behaved girl just now.

Prince Oberon also saw Samwell at the door, but he was not angry, and said in a flat tone:

"Samwell Caesar, you're looking for me?"

"Uh...... Sorry, I'll come back later......"

"It's fine." Prince Oberon patted the woman's ass and motioned for her to stand up, "Come in, we're done too." ”

(End of chapter)