"Petyr Berishi is dead!?"

Inside the blacksmith's shop, Duke Eddard, the Hand of the King, received news that shocked him.

"Yes, Lord Eddard, when the jailer went to bring Lord Petyr to trial this morning, he found that he was no longer sound, and it looked like he had a broken arm...... caused."

"Damn the Red Viper,!" Duke Ed cursed, "He's murder!"

When the attendant heard the name, he reported:

"My lord, about His Royal Highness Prince Oberon, he, he ......."

"Oberon, what's wrong with him?"

"He's gone."

"Gone?" Duke Ed was furious, "Isn't he in a black cell? How could it be gone?"

"Your Excellency...... We don't know either...... But when the jailer went to look for someone this morning, he saw that the cell was empty, and there was no Prince Oberon in sight. However, at the same time, there was a dungeon guard named Logan, so we suspect that this man let Prince Oberon go."

Duke Eddard said in a hurried tone, "Inform Sir Genos at once and tell him to close the gates, the whole city!" Inform King's Landing that no ship shall be allowed to leave until I have given permission!"

"Yes, sir."

"What about the other Dorne nobles?" Duke Ed asked, "What about Princess Arlene?"

"The nobles of Dorne are mostly still there, but Princess Arlene ...... It's gone."

"What about Prince Oberon's lover? And his illegitimate daughters?" Duke Ed had already realized that this was a premeditated escape, so it was estimated that these people would not stay, but he still had to ask if he was lucky.

"It's gone. The only servants and guards left in the city are the Martells."

"I see." Duke Ed waved his attendant away.

The attendant hesitated for a moment, but asked cautiously, "My lord, what about today's judgment...... Is it still going to be held?"

"Cancel it." Duke Ed only felt a splitting headache.

He hadn't rested well since King Robert was seriously injured and dying.

No, it should be that he hasn't had a good rest since he became the hand of this king.

After all, he is also the guardian of the North, the Duke of Winterfell, and he can manage the Seven Kingdoms compared to managing the North, which is not at all a difficulty level.

Duke Ed only felt physically and mentally exhausted.

He had come to Steel Street today to see what Varys said was another bastard of King Robert.

It was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, exactly like Robert had been when he was younger.

Seeing him, Duke Ed seemed to see Robert back then, and then his heart was full of anger and sadness.

It was far from time to rest, and the tired Duke Ed pulled himself together.

He must avenge Robert, as well as Jon Arryn...... and he will give him justice.

However, at this time, he suddenly remembered the advice of the Baron of Eagle's Beak-

Once, face only one enemy.

Facing only one enemy?

Duke Ed pondered when he suddenly saw his attendant hurrying over again, and reported:

"My lord, the golden-robed guards just now found out that Master Paisel had also been killed!"

"What! Who did that?" ….

"They suspect it's Prince Oberon......

"Oberon Martell!" Duke Ed gritted his teeth as he pronounced the name.

I finally made up my mind - I'm sorry, Robert, I'm going to avenge Jon first!

After saying that, he no longer cared about the restrained and confused bastard, and strode away.

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Knock Knock –

Samwell opened the door and saw Natalie standing outside.

"Good morning, Sam!" The little girl wore a pale yellow silk dress, a white brocade cloak draped over her shoulders, her soft dark hair was coiled high, and her purple eyes were smiling

Meaning overflows.

"Good morning, Natalie." Samwell habitually touched the little girl's head, but this time he was careful not to mess with her hair.

"Huh? What does it taste like?" The tip of Natalie's small nose twitched.

"Oh, I'm making soup." Samwell let her into the house and closed the door.

"What kind of soup are you cooking?" Natalie looked curiously at a pot on the ground by the window, "Why does it smell strange?"

Samwell squatted on the ground, stirred in the pot with a wooden spoon, and smiled:

"It's a secret."

"Humph!" Natalie pouted, but couldn't help but say, "Is it cooked?" Can I try it?"

"It should be fine." Samwell didn't actually know, but thought that he had stayed up all night, and it should be about the same.

He scooped two bowls of soup with a wooden spoon and handed one of them to Natalie.

"Thank you!" Natalie put her hands together, blew on the hot air, and then couldn't wait to take a small bite.

But in the next second, the little girl's face wrinkled: "It's so unpleasant!"

The taste is really weird, with a strong fishy and astringent smell that is hard to swallow.

But Samwell still resisted his stomach and drank the bowl of soup.

Because, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his spiritual attributes actually began to improve!

After killing a bowl of dragon bone soup, his mental stat increased from 2.19 to 2.21!

Eating too much ghost grass before also had an effect attenuation, and his spiritual attributes hadn't increased much for a long time, but today, he finally found a food that could increase his spirit.

Natalie watched Samwell drink all the bowls of soup, hesitated and tasted it again, but stuck out her tongue uncomfortably, "No, it's too bad. Sam, how do you get drunk?"

Because it can add attributes!

"You can't taste what it really tastes like. Don't drink it to me, don't waste it."

"Oh, here you go."

Samwell took Natalie's bowl and drank it again.

Natalie put her chin on her knee and said, "Sam, did you hear that? Today's trial is over."

"Well, I heard." Samwell scooped himself another bowl, "'Littlefinger, dead,' Red Viper, run away."

"Yes. That Prince Oberon...... It's too much."

"Yes, yes." Samwell nodded as he grunted.

"I've heard that he killed Scholar Paishire before he escaped."

"Huh? Paisher is dead, too?" Samwell scooped the soup, he didn't go out this morning, but he didn't expect the "Red Viper" to kill the old guy. ….

He immediately realizes that the other party blames Piecher for Littlefinger's death, and suspects that the Lannisters are deliberately trying to frame him.

I have to say that this suspicion is quite reasonable, there is already a blood feud between Lannister and Martell.

"Has anyone else been killed?" Samwell asked.

"Nothing else."

That's fine. Samwell secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if the "Red Viper" really went crazy and went on a killing spree in the Red Keep, it would be in trouble.

Fortunately, the other party is quite restrained.

"What about the Martels? They're all gone?" Samwell relieved himself and continued to scoop the soup and drink.

"Princess Arrene and the prince's lover are gone, but the servants and guards are still there."

It's good, I can't tell if Dorne is justified now.

Samwell can also use the power of the Iron Throne to weaken Dorne and find the right time to gain more benefits and territory.

Natalie watched Samwell drink a large pot of soup in such a short time, and couldn't help but wonder:

"You drink so fast, aren't you hot?"

Samwell was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he seemed to be drinking faster and faster

At first, he still needed to blow and blow cold, and then poured the hot soup directly into his mouth, and he didn't feel it at all.

In a moment of confusion, Samwell tentatively reached for the flames beneath the iron pot.

"Beware!" Natalie screamed for a reminder, only to see Samwell's hand wrapped in flames, but there was no sign of burns, "Doesn't it hurt?"

Samwell shook his head, his eyes lit up.

Could it be that in addition to adding spiritual attributes, this dragon bone soup can also add flame resistance?

Is this to rob the dragon mother of the title of "non-burner".

But after more than a minute, Samwell finally felt a tingling in his fingers.

It doesn't appear to be completely immune to fire damage.

It could also be that you haven't drunk enough.

Samwell withdrew his fingers, put them to his mouth and blew.

I saw that there were no burns on the skin, but it was simply hot.

Dragon bone soup is such a good thing!

It's just that I drank too much all of a sudden, and it was a little up.

Samwell touched his round belly, half happy and half painful.

His mental attribute at this time has been increased to 2.32, plus the flame resistance he has obtained, compared to this, it is nothing to drink a little unpleasant and have a swollen stomach.

However, fire resistance is not reflected in the stats panel.

I don't know if it's because the panel doesn't reflect the fire resistance, or if the fire resistance is not perfect enough to be visible for the time being.

Samwell looked at the crystal clear keel left in the pot and wondered if he could just gnaw on the bone.

But remembering that even the greatsword [Dawn] couldn't cut Bellerion's teeth before, Samwell felt that he might not be able to move.

You'll have to give it a try, maybe this little dragon's bones aren't that hard, and it's been boiling up for so long.

If he wanted to do it, he immediately picked up the keel, put it in his mouth, and bit it hard-

Click!

Damn it! I can't bite it!

I almost knocked out his teeth.

Natalie looked at it and giggled, "Sam, why is this bone so hard!"

Samwell shrugged helplessly, "It's a dragon's bones, after all." ….

"Dragons?" Natalie blinked, "Liar! How could a dragon's skull be so small? And where did you get the dragon's bones?"

"Picked it up on the road." Samwell had no choice but to throw the skull back into the pot and pick up the kettle to continue adding water.

Natalie was even more convinced that the other party was lying to herself.

Samwell re-damned the lid and sighed to himself.

Hey, if you can't gnaw the bones, you can only continue to drink the soup.

It's just that my stomach is too swollen and I can't stand it.

Let's see if you can cook it if you can cook it badly.

"Sam, since Prince Oberon has run away, doesn't there be no need for a trial?" Natalie asked again.

"The Iron Throne should ask for someone from Dorne. But......" Samwell upturned the corners of his mouth, "'The Red Viper, won't be coming to King's Landing again.'"

"What then?"

"If you don't come, then send troops to fight Dorne. This guy has three lives on his back, Jon Arryn, Hand of the King, Petyr Berry, Chancellor of the Exchequer, and Paisiel, hehe, if the Iron Throne can't hang this viper, how can it have any prestige."

Natalie suddenly became nervous: "That...... Will it hit Starfall City?"

"Don't worry." Samwell rubbed the little girl's head, "Although you are Lord of Dorne, you can be on the side of justice this time. When the Iron Throne issues a war order, you can also declare a line with the Martells."

"Oh, okay." Natalie nodded, and then she was relieved.

Just then, a loud bell suddenly rang outside.

Bell - bell - bell - bell -

One after the other.

Hurried and poignant, it seemed that the bells of King's Landing had rang for a moment.

"Sam, what's going on?" Natalie some

Flustered.

Samwell stood up and looked out the window, alarmed by the bells, birds fluttering across the sky of King's Landing.

"Our Majesty the King is dead."

Hearing this, Natalie immediately covered her mouth and her eyes widened.

"The king is gone." Samwell's eyes were dark, and he muttered, "War, it's coming."

Radish on the scale