"You didn't see Lysa Tully?"

Prince Oberon asked as he uncloak his dusty lover Ellalia Shad.

"Nope." Ellaria looked tired, but she still held on to her spirits and said, "That woman didn't dare to see me at all!" You guessed it right, Oberon, there's definitely something wrong with Lyza Tully. Eddard Stark, the Hand of the King, went to invite herself, but she refused to come to King's Landing! She didn't dare to testify in court under the gaze of the Seven Gods! She has a ghost in her heart! ”

Prince Oberon nodded silently, deep in thought.

Ellaria took a sip of wine, slowed down, and said, "By the way, I heard that the king was cut open in the stomach in the group competition?" ”

"Yes." A sneer appeared on the corner of Prince Oberon's mouth, "In my opinion, this guy is afraid that he will not be alive in a few days." ”

"Will it affect your trial?" Ellaria was a little nervous, "I've always felt that something isn't quite right in King's Landing right now. ”

Prince Oberon's face was also a little solemn: "It's not quite right. Hmph, I guess some people can't wait. However, this is not necessarily a bad thing for us. ”

Ellaria looked at the cold light flashing in her lover's eyes, and couldn't help but ask, "Oberon, you don't want to do it directly, do you?" ”

"Is there any other way?" Prince Oberon asked rhetorically.

Ellaria hurriedly took her lover's hand and persuaded: "Don't be impulsive, Oberon, anyway, the trial won't be held for a while and a half, we still have time to ......"

At that moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Your Highness." The squire pushed the door in and said, "Just now, Duke Lanli sent someone to inform you that a trial of you is planned to be held in the throne hall tomorrow morning. ”

"I see." Prince Oberon nodded, unable to see his joy or anger.

Waiting for the attendant to leave, Ellaria nervously took her lover's hand: "Oberon, you don't really want to kill Petyr Berish, do you?" ”

"No, I won't kill him." Prince Oberon shook off his lover's hand and strode out, "I want him to be judged!" ”

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"Lan Li is going to hold a trial tomorrow?" After receiving the news, Petyr's face turned a little pale, "He won't wait for Lady Lyza?" ”

The messenger who delivered the letter didn't know how to answer, so he spread his hands and said, "Lord Petyr, if you have any questions about this matter, you can go and ask Lord Lan Li in person." ”

Petyr's face changed for a moment, and he could already smell the smell of conspiracy—

A conspiracy against yourself!

Eddard Stark had already made it clear that the trial would be postponed, and it would be strange if no one dared to force the trial at the risk of offending the king.

Thinking of that damning rumor, Petyr realized that the mastermind behind him had begun to close the net.

The other party is forcing the "red viper" to shoot at himself!

He didn't want to face that Dorne maniac.

Thinking of this, Petyr hurriedly rushed out of the door and shouted:

"Byran, Byran! Take all the guards and go out with me. ”

But I waited for a while, but I didn't get a response.

Petyr frowned: "Bye ......"

Before he could say anything, he was stunned to find that his knight had appeared at his side at some point.

"Whew-why don't you walk sound, scare me!"

Petyr complained, but received no response.

He looked at his knight suspiciously: "Bailan, what's the matter with you today?" ”

Baran finally spoke, his tone without a trace of ups and downs, as flat as ice that has not melted for thousands of years:

"The man's debt to the Red God has not been repaid."

Petil was stunned for a moment, but then, he tensed up and blurted out:

"You're not Byran! You are the Faceless! ”

"Someone's come to ask for a debt on behalf of the Red God." The Faceless One said coldly.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten." Petyr scolded in his heart, barely squeezing out a smile on his face, "Jakun Hegal, I've always remembered it." However, it is not so easy to save people from the black prison......"

"The man owes the Red God a life, and if he doesn't pay it back, someone will take the man's life."

The Facelesser's gaze made Petyr feel an endless chill, and the smile on his face became more and more reluctant:

"I'm sure I'll save people, in fact, I already have a plan. You know the Night's Watch on the Wall of Despair? They come to King's Landing every year to recruit new soldiers, but who wants to go to that hellish place, and they can't marry a wife and have children, and they can't be knighted, and every time the king asks them to go to the Black Prison to pick some criminals to go to the Desperate Wall. So, my plan was to get that Jakun Hegar out of the Black Cell with the Night's Watch, which was the safest and safest way to go. ”

The Faceless Man stared into Petyr's eyes for a long time, and finally said with a blank face, "Good." ”

Petyr breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "And then—what about my knight?" ”

"Someone is a knight of men until they fulfill their promises."

Petyr frowned and said, "However, someone may want to kill me recently, can you keep me safe?" ”

"Someone won't let someone else take a man's life until he pays off his debts."

You Faceless Ones have always only killed people, when will you protect people?

Petyr muttered to himself, but he also knew that he couldn't argue with the Faceless One.

The thought of the impending judgment gave him a headache.

Petyr knew that he would have to strengthen his guards during this time, and the best thing to do was to go to the commander of the capital garrison, Genos Slint, who had already been bribed by himself.

So, when a dozen or so of his guards had been assembled, Petyr led them out of the door.

The Faceless One followed quickly, his steps extremely light and barely a sound.

The group first went to the command post of the capital garrison, but were told that Sir Genos was not there.

"Where did he go?"

"Lord Genos didn't say."

Petyr was not discouraged, he had already guessed where Genos Slint might go.

So, he took his subordinates to a women's branch again.

Petyr seemed to be very familiar with the charming proprietress and asked with a smile:

"Sir Genos Slint is here, right?"

"Yes, Lord Petyr, I'll take you there."

Petyr was about to reach out and slap the woman's upturned buttocks, when he suddenly found the Faceless One tugging at his clothes, causing him to stagger backwards with great force.

Before Petyr could question angrily, a black light crossed his eyes.

Rumble!

In the midst of the flying sawdust, Petyr was shocked to find that it was actually a spear—a spearhead in the shape of a leaf, black and shiny, with a palpitating glow.

"Run!"

Petyr heard a low roar from the Faceless, and when he looked around, he saw a tall figure in an orange-red robe rushing towards him!

"Red Viper!" Petyr pulled his leg and ran, "Are you crazy! ”

"Petyr Berish!" Prince Oberon drew his spear from the wall and shouted, "I'm going to kill you!" ”

The women's courtyard suddenly exploded, and amid the screams, the prostitutes and women scattered and fled.

The Prince of Oberon was unabated, swift and unstoppable, like a storm on the sea, sweeping towards Petyr.

But in the midst of this storm, an inconspicuous light suddenly appeared in front of him—

Nail!

A small bolt was knocked away by Prince Oberon, but it also left him stagnant.

"Who are you?" It was then that Prince Oberon noticed the unusual guard.

The Faceless One did not reply, but drew his twin knives and threw them into Prince Oberon's eyes.

But Prince Oberon's spear had already been smashed, and the twin knives were slammed into his face.

Rumble!

The wooden floor exploded, and in the flying sawdust, the Faceless One had tumbled and disappeared.

Petyr's guards also surrounded him at this time, but Prince Oberon was not afraid, and his spear swept away, bringing out a bloody light, so that the guards did not dare to approach at all.

Prince Oberon did not entangle with these guards, and the spear rolled like a dragon, piercing a gap, and the whole person followed the spear to rush out of the encirclement, and once again locked onto the figure of Petyr and chased after him.

"Stop!" The sounds of fighting and Petyr's desperate cries for help finally attracted the commander of the capital garrison, Janos Slint, who roared and ordered his golden robes to stop Prince Oberon.

Petyr was overjoyed when he heard this, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Prince Oberon chasing after him relentlessly.

"Help me!"

The Faceless One once again sprang out of nowhere, the dagger in his hand slamming into Prince Oberon's neck.

"Get out of here!" Prince Oberon shouted.

In a flash of lightning, the dagger pierced the orange-yellow robe, but left a mark on the leather armor inside, and Prince Oberon ignored the strange killer and took the spear straight at Petyr.

Phew!

The blood bloomed, and Petyr only felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and then the sky swirled, and the whole person flew out.

A dozen gold-robed men finally arrived, and the guards who cooperated with Petyr surrounded Prince Oberon.

"Are you alright, Lord Petyr?"

Genos ran over and asked.

Petyr was dizzy and dizzy, and it took him a long time to get up from the ground, only to see a hideous cut in his left arm, and blood gushing out with some kind of black liquid.

His heart suddenly went cold.

"Quick! Chop off my left arm! Petyr roared with a frantic expression.

"Your Excellency......" Genos was at a loss for a moment.

"Cut!" I don't know if it's an illusion, Petyr felt his left arm tingle and swell, and in fright, he didn't dare to hesitate anymore, and hurriedly pulled out the saber on Genos's waist, gritted his teeth, and slashed at his left arm!

Phew!

The long sword entered the bone, but it was stuck in it due to insufficient strength.

Petilton howled again.

Genos was still hesitating, but the Faceless "Bailan" appeared out of nowhere, his hand up and down.

A flash of swords flashed.

"Ah!!h

The severed arm fell to the ground, and Petyr rolled on the ground in pain.

In his blurred vision, he saw the "red viper" standing proudly, the spear in his hand pointed directly in his direction, and shouted:

"Petyr Berish! You plotted to poison Duke Jon Arryn! I want you to be judged! ”

Mental fear and physical pain came flooding over, and Petyr rolled his eyes and fainted.

(End of chapter)