Whew-

Varys, the "Octopus Spider", blew out the candle and was about to go to bed when he suddenly heard a tapping sound.

It seems to be coming from a window.

Varys re-lit the candle and followed the sound to the window, only to see the dark night sky.

He opened the window and looked left and right, but still saw nothing.

But just as Varys was about to close the window, a dark shadow suddenly magnified in his vision, and the wind in his face made Varys unconsciously close his eyes.

He was so frightened that he quickly closed the window, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw only the back of a large bird that seemed to be an eagle or something.

Varys frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head and prepared to go back to sleep.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw an extra scroll on the ground.

That bird just brought in?

Varis picked it up in disbelief and slowly opened it.

Soon, his face froze.

……

The night was dark.

Varys stepped out of the secret passage again, with the jagged rocks in front of him, the sparkling Blackwater Bay in the distance, and the silence of King's Landing.

He looked around, but saw no figure.

Varys walked a little further in the direction of King's Landing, and finally saw two figures behind a rock.

"Lord Varys."

By the light of the moon, Varys was able to see the faces of one of them.

"Lord Caesar." Varys nodded at the man, not as if surprised, and then looked at the other man lying on the ground, "Lord Petyr, he'......"

"Dead." Samwell said lightly, "Lord Petyr really doesn't care for his body too much, and he is still running around outside after being so badly injured, causing the old wound to burst and bleed to death. Alas, alas, alas, alas. ”

Varys looked at Petyr's body for a long time before sighing:

"It's a shame indeed."

He looked up into Samwell's eyes and said:

"Lord Caesar, it was your domesticated falcon that sent me the letter just now, right?"

"Not bad."

"That falcon is really human." "I remember the night when Sir Geralt Dain and Sir Horbert Redwing died," said Varys, "and it seems that a falcon appeared on the night of the death......

"Hahaha!" Samwell laughed, "Lord Varys, you really know. There are more falcon owners. ”

"There's no way, the more things you know, the more you will inevitably think about it." Varys regained his soft tone, "I also know that Miss Elo of House Florent was originally going to marry you, but then Count Landau asked your brother Deacon to marry her. So, which lady would you like to marry? ”

"What? Mistress Varys is so interested in my emotional life? ”

"I'm just wondering what young lady is worthy of a young knight as wonderful as you. Ah, Miss Natalie Dane is a good fit. I've heard you're very close, and I think you've helped her get rid of a lot of nasty suitors, right? ”

Samwell knew that Varys had guessed that he had planned the murder before, and he brought it up now to warn and deter him.

If it was before, Samwell might have been a little jealous, but now, he is not worried at all.

First of all, Varys simply did not have any evidence. Secondly, he also has the handle of Varys.

If he was going to tear his face, the fat spider must have been more panicked - he had a lot more to do than Samwell.

Most importantly, after killing Petyr "Littlefinger" Berry, Samwell no longer fears these conspirators.

That's right, when it comes to conspiracy calculations, Samwell thinks that he is no match for these old silver coins, he was just a wine seller in his previous life, and at most he was a little clever, how can he compare with these guys who have fought in the bloodiest conspiracy gladiatorial arena.

But that's okay, Samwell is out of the way.

With his intimate knowledge of the plot, Samwell was able to easily catch the flaws of these conspirators.

Petyr "Littlefinger" thought that the assassination of Jon Arryn was seamless, but he didn't know that he was simply naked in Samwell's eyes.

"Octopus Spider" Varys thinks he can unknowingly let Petil out of the dungeon through the secret passages of the Red Keep and the false identity of a jailer, but Samwell has already guessed his plan - because according to the plot, Varys will use the same method to secretly release another dungeon prisoner "in the future".

So, Samwell was able to see their secrets and strike at the right time.

Just like now, "Littlefinger" is a matter of course.

"There's something I'm curious about, Lord Varys." Samwell forcibly pulled the topic away from himself, "You said that Lord Petyr was already in a black cell, why was he messing around outside?" Who let him go? ”

Varys shrunk his head, glanced at Samwell, and made an innocent look:

"I'm wondering about that, too."

Samwell smiled coldly, "Alright, Lord Varys, don't pretend. If you were really so innocent, you could be called out by an inexplicable letter in the middle of the night? ”

Varys shrugged: "How can I be indifferent to hear that my old friend died suddenly. However, to say that I have something to do with this is gibberish. Lord Caesar, if there is no evidence for some things, it is better not to talk nonsense. Just like the deaths of Geralt Dane and Hopper Redwing, I couldn't find any evidence, so I kept silent.

Also, what did you say to Prince Oberon in the Basilica of Baylor? Why did he send his lover to Eagle's Nest City immediately after he returned? You see, I've known all these things for a long time, but I've helped you keep them a secret. Master Caesar, you should thank me. ”

Sure enough, this spider had already discovered itself. Samwell was secretly vigilant.

But at this time, he has nothing to fear, anyway, "Littlefinger" is dead, and, in terms of handles, this spider is only a lot more than himself.

"Thank you so much, Lord Varys. But actually, I've helped you keep a lot of secrets. Samwell laughed, "For example, your close relationship with the Governor of Pantos, such as Viserys Targaryen, such as Daenerys Targaryen, such as Lord Griffon......"

Samwell had been glued to Varys' eyes as he spoke, and he found that his eyes didn't fluctuate much when he said the first few names, until the last "Lord Griffon".

He knew that the Iron Throne's intelligence chief was a very hidden conspirator who was secretly plotting to restore the Targaryen dynasty.

And even so, the cautious and old-fashioned Varys made another layer of disguise for his purpose-

It seems that Varys is supporting Viserys and Daenerys, two apparent descendants of Targaryens, but in fact, the siblings are just targets he deliberately throws to attract attention.

In fact, the Targaryens that Varys really wants to support are actually someone else.

So, Samwell stepped forward and said another name: "For example, little Griffin." ”

Varys finally couldn't keep calm anymore, his eyes fluctuated violently, but he still said stiffly:

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know, Lord Varys." Samwell pretended to be mysterious, "Like you, I am also very good at raising birds, and the falcon you saw just now is just one of them, and I have many small birds all over the world. ”

"It can't be!" Varys blurted out.

Having worked in intelligence all his life, how could Varys not know the difficulty and cost of cultivating the Ears and Eyes of the Scatterers, and if he didn't have the support of the Iron Throne, he would not have been able to lay such a big net.

So in his opinion, Samwell definitely does not have enough time, energy, financial resources, and manpower to weave such an intelligence network.

But Samwell had just revealed the biggest secret in Varys's heart, which made him extremely panicked and frightened.

Moreover, since Samwell can play "Littlefinger" to death, he obviously really knows a lot of secrets.

This made Varys not dare to despise this person at all.

"There's nothing impossible with me." Samwell patted the greatsword behind him, "You should know about this [Dawn], the people of the Dane family are sure that I will never pull it out, but I did. Going back further, no one believed that I could carve out a territory in the Crimson Mountains, and I did. And then there's Petyr Berish, who thought he could use me as a pawn, but I killed me instead. Lord Varys, there are always people who are destined to be extraordinary. ”

Varys was speechless, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing Varys' solemn face, Samwell slowed down his tone and said, "However, Lord Varys, you don't have to worry, because I am not your enemy. ”

Varys glanced at Samwell and asked, "So, Lord Caesar, what are we?" ”

"Allies."

"Allies?"

"Yes." Samwell smiled sincerely, "We share a common purpose. ”

The two conspirators of King's Landing, "Littlefinger" and "Octopus", one is a madman who just wants to create chaos and fish in troubled waters, and the other is a careerist who wants to restore the Targaryen dynasty, the former is extremely dangerous for Samwell and must be eliminated as soon as possible, while the latter can be co-opted.

Because Varys's purpose at this stage is very similar to Samwell's, which is to weaken the Iron Throne, but he doesn't want to see the Seven Kingdoms chaos - because the forces of the restored Targaryen dynasty are not ready to make a comeback.

Although it is inevitable that conflicts will break out between the two in the future, at this stage, they can cooperate.

Varys looked at Samwell in disbelief, as if he didn't quite believe it.

Samwell simply said, "Lord Varys, the first condition for an alliance is to be honest with each other, so I can tell you clearly that my purpose is to overthrow the Baratheon dynasty." At this point, I believe our goals are aligned. ”

Hearing this, Varys seemed to have finally let down his guard and changed back to his original sweet and greasy tone:

"Lord Caesar, do you think that the Baratheon family is not worthy of the Iron Throne?"

"Yes." Samwell said without hesitation, "Robert is just a reckless man, how can he be like a king?" Stannis is too harsh and ruthless, and he will probably be a tyrant when he sits on the Iron Throne in the future. Lan Li is frivolous and naïve, thinking that politics is to invite guests to dinner, if you can still be a king of success in the peaceful long summer, but unfortunately, winter is coming. ”

Varys smiled: "Lord Caesar, have you forgotten that His Majesty Robert's heir should be Prince Joffrey." ”

"Alright, Lord Varys, don't tell me you don't know who Prince Joffrey is."

Varys gave Samwell a deep look, "Lord Caesar, it seems that you do have a lot of little birds. ”

"Of course." Samwell smiled confidently and mysteriously, "Lord Varys, I know no less than you. ”

"I believe it now." Varys seemed to recognize the ally in front of him, and pointed to the corpse on the ground, "So, my dear ally, what do you want to do with Lord Petyr?" ”

"Back to the dungeon, of course." Samwell said without hesitation, as if he had already made up his mind.

"Send it back?" Varys's eyes rolled as if to wonder what Samwell meant.

"Yes. While no one had discovered his disappearance yet, he was sent back to his cell, so that Master Petyr died from an infected wound, well, maybe poisoning. ”

Varys blinked: "Then in this case, Prince Oberon is the murderer." And it was a murder in the street in full view of everyone, and there was no need for a trial. Oh yes, it's not just Mistress Petyr's life, but I'm afraid that Mistress Jon's life will also be counted on his head. ”

"That's right. Thinking of this, I can't bear it. Samwell pretended, "So, please release Prince Oberon from the Black Cell." Tell him that if he doesn't want to die in King's Landing, flee back to Dorne. ”

"Wouldn't that confirm his accusations?" Varys understood Samwell's intentions, "Lord Caesar, you're trying to make Dorne's blood flow." ”

"It's not easy to make Dorne bleed." Samwell laughed, "Maybe the Iron Throne will bleed more." But Lord Varys, isn't that what we want to see? ”

Varys was silent for a long time, not knowing whether he was hesitating or thinking, but finally, he nodded:

"Lord Caesar, you are right, this is exactly what we want to see."

(End of chapter)