When Petyr "Littlefinger" Berish woke up again, it was dark before his eyes.

The air was filled with the smell of urine and blood, and instead of a soft feather bed, a cold floor covered with straw was behind him.

"Hey......" As soon as Petyr opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse, "Give me water......"

No response.

The empty left arm and the sharp pain in his heart finally reminded him of what had happened before.

"Red Viper!"

Petyr gritted his teeth and muttered the name, as if to chew him up.

"Someone! Come! Petyr cried out a few more times, but heard only an echo of himself.

In the boundless darkness, he was no different from a blind man, or rather, a dead man.

How so?

Petyr forced himself to calm down, thinking about the current situation.

It wasn't too surprising that the "Red Viper" suddenly went crazy, after all, when he heard the rumor, Petyr guessed that he was exposed, so he tried his best to create chaos to attract attention, but unexpectedly, the "Red Viper" still targeted him.

It's a shame that he's just a little closer, just close to controlling the situation in King's Landing through Cersei's stupid woman, and then he can slowly deal with the "Red Viper" and the Tyrells hidden behind it.

Just a little bit......

The darkness before him made him feel the passage of time, and Petyr hadn't experienced this feeling of despair in years.

The last time he was so desperate was when he duel with the wolf in the north, when he was still a minor, thin and small, only half the height of his opponent, but for the sake of the woman he loved, he rushed over again and again, was knocked down again and again, and charged again and again......

In the end, he still failed, almost lost his life, and lost the love of his life forever.

Since then, he has understood a truth -

He will never want to defeat the great nobles head-on, his only chance of victory, in the dark, in the intrigues, he will kill them from behind!

Unexpectedly, one day, he was also shot by a poisoned arrow from the darkness.

Are the gods laughing at themselves in this way?

At this moment, there was a faint sound of footsteps in the darkness.

Petyr hurriedly shouted again, trying to get attention.

Moments later, there was the sound of chains clattering outside, and the door was opened.

The bright light of the torch made Petyr's eyes narrow, but he still tried his best to move his body in the direction of the light, and hissed:

"Water ......"

"All I have is wine." A gruff voice responded, handing the sac in his hand.

Petyr hurriedly took it and gulped it down.

"Lord Petyr, are you alright?" The man spoke again, but his tone changed suddenly.

It's soft and greasy, and it's familiar!

That's the voice of Varys, the "eight-clawed spider"!

"Varys!" Petyr put down his wine bag and shouted.

By the light of the fire, he saw that the man's fat face was covered with a stubby black beard, which was not at all the appearance of Varys in his memory, and he was dressed in the clothes of a jailer, and his body smelled of sweat and bad wine.

But Petyr knew that this was Varys!

"I guessed you had a fake identity as a jailer in the Black Cell! And so it was! ”

Varys did not deny it, and since he had regained his original voice, he obviously did not want to hide his identity: "Lord Petyr, I really didn't expect you to have the courage to cut off your own arm...... Hiss~ Doesn't it hurt? ”

"Nonsense!" Petyr scolded angrily, "If you don't cut my life, you won't ......"

Speaking of this, Petyr was suddenly stunned.

He suddenly realized that he had been fooled!

The "Red Viper" will never dare to kill himself!

Otherwise, he will not be able to clear his name of poisoning Jon Arryn, and he will be charged with one more charge of killing the Chancellor of the Exchequer!

So, the poison on the spear must not be fatal!

I've been tricked!

Petyr trembled with anger.

When Varys saw that Petyr understood, he spoke and comforted:

"Mistress Petyr, you don't need to be too guilty. After all, it's hard to stay calm in that kind of life-or-death situation, not to mention the 'Red Viper' is notorious, maybe he really wants to poison you. So, it's better to cut it off. ”

Petyr heard the ridicule in the other party's tone, and if he had been in the past, he would have sneered at him, but now he was not in the mood at all:

"Where am I now?"

"You're in the dungeon of the Red Keep."

"Dungeon?"

"Alas, Lord Petyr, the Hand of the King is very indignant at your street brawl with the Prince of Oberon, so he has ordered you all to be thrown into the Black Prison, and, because of the accusations of the Prince of Oberon, he also suspects that you murdered the Duke of Jon Arryn, so tomorrow you two will be tried together."

"I didn't murder Jon Arryn!" Petyr shouted.

"You'd better save that for tomorrow and tell you adults." Varys shrugged and acted as if he didn't care.

Petyr lowered his head, his face gloomy.

He knew that tomorrow's judgment would be very unfavorable to him.

Although everyone thought that it was the hand of the "red viper", after all, there was no tangible evidence, and no one saw the "red viper" poison with their own eyes.

Of course, the accusations against Petyr are also unsubstantiated.

In this case, it is very likely that the "Red Viper" will ask for a martial arts trial.

The joust trial is a generally accepted method of adjudicating disputes in Westeros, which is to have the two sides of the dispute engage in a life-and-death duel, and the surviving side wins the trial.

To put it simply, whoever has the big fist is justified.

It seems ridiculous, but in fact, there is some truth in this world.

Because the people of Westeros believed that the gods would help the righteous side win in the jousting trial.

Of course, it doesn't mean that you have to play in person, if so, then Petyr will kill himself by wiping his neck.

The trial of the tournament can be done by hiring a substitute knight, that is, finding someone to fight on his behalf.

What? You said you can't invite it?

You can't find a righteous knight willing to help you compete, so you must deserve it......

In short, Petyr knew that he was very likely to face a martial arts trial tomorrow, and the opponent was the "Red Viper"!

Although it is possible to hire a acting knight, who dares to say that it will definitely be able to beat the famous "Red Viper"?

And what knight is willing to play with the "Red Viper" for him?

The more Petyr thought about it, the more he felt bad.

"Lord Petyr, if you need a deputy knight, I suggest you go to the queen to help. The Lannisters have a number of brave knights. , may be able to help you win the 'Red Viper'. Varys smiled and gave advice, as if he already knew the secret of Petil's hook-up with the Lannisters.

But Petyr did not speak.

He didn't think that Cersei's ruthless woman would help him in such a situation.

Although they conspired to kill the king, if he dared to use this to blackmail Cersei into helping, given Petyr's knowledge of the mad woman, Cersei would most likely send someone to give him a glass of poisoned wine.

Even if Cersei agreed to help, Petyr didn't want to give his life to a bullshit acting knight.

Fuck the joust trial, fuck the judgment of the gods!

The gods are not qualified to decide whether I live or die!

Petyr pondered for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"Varys, let me out! I know you can do it! ”

Varyston put on a helpless look: "Lord Petyr, you are so embarrassed for me......"

"I know you can!" "Why else would you come to me?" What conditions do you have, just let me get out of this hellish place! We can all talk! ”

Varys had only taken a few steps forward and crouched down in front of Petyr:

"Alas, Lord Petyr, who made us old friends for so many years. I can't bear to look at you...... Well, in this case, since you don't want to be judged by martial arts, you can't stay in the Seven Kingdoms, so you might as well go to the other side of the Narrow Sea. Go to Governor Illyrio Mopatis and he will introduce you to a new master. Maybe one day you'll get the chance to return to Westeros. ”

"Good!" Petyr nodded without hesitation.

He had known for a long time that Varys was secretly plotting to restore the Targaryen dynasty on the other side of the Narrow Sea, and if it hadn't been to the point of exhaustion, he didn't want to be involved in such a dangerous thing, but now, he had no choice.

Even if the gods blessed him and allowed him to win the tournament trial, he would not be able to stay in King's Landing any longer.

Because he has been exposed.

Winning the jousting trial saved him from being hanged, but it didn't save him from suspicion.

And this is the nightmare of a conspirator like Petyr who has no strength to support him.

Only by hiding behind the scenes can he engage in all kinds of conspiracies and calculations, and once he is suspected and guarded against, he will not have any chance.

Hearing this answer, Varys finally smiled with satisfaction, stretched out his hand to support Petyr, and said, "Come, Lord Petyr, I will send you out." ”

Petyr struggled to get up with the help of Varys, his body was weak, the pain of his broken arm was unbearable, he felt as if he was still having a low-grade fever, but no matter how difficult it was, Petyr had to force himself out.

He must get out of here!

Out of the cell door, Petyr breathed as lightly as he could, for fear of alarming the guards.

But Varys, who was on the side, strode forward, not seeming to be worried at all.

The dungeon was dark and damp, and there was no one in sight.

Each cell is separated by a stone wall, so you can't see what the other cells are looking at.

Varys went straight to a bare stone wall, knocked a few times from east to west, and before Petyr could see clearly, he lifted a stone slab, revealing a dark hole that led to nowhere.

"Beware, it's a little slippery down there." Varys looked back and stepped inside.

Petyr climbed in with difficulty.

After passing through a narrow tunnel, the two came to a relatively wide passage.

Varys carried the torch and swaggered ahead.

Petyr noticed that Varys's pace and posture were different from his usual posture, fierce and impatient, as if he had really become a different person.

How many identities does this dead eunuch have?

Petyr pressed his mind and followed closely behind Varys, turning around the passage, quickly losing his sense of direction.

He couldn't help but think of some rumors about the "cruel" Maegor Targaryen, who had completed the Red Keep during the reign of the King, and who had dug a dense network of secret passages in the Red Keep, and when they were finished, brutally killed all the craftsmen so that they would not be leaked.

After the Raiders War, the Targaryens were destroyed, and the secrets of these secret passages were buried.

But now, Petyr discovers that there seems to be another spider in possession of these secret passages in the Red Keep.

(End of chapter)