"I heard that when Master Paisher died, his entire head was cut off. Hey, it's miserable. ”

Varys pointed to the bed with the blood-red mark on it, and there was a bit of sadness in his tone.

Samwell shrugged: "When we let out the viper, we should have guessed that it would bite." Fortunately, only one was bitten to death. ”

Hearing this, Variston became angry: "Lord Caesar! Do you know that if I hadn't tried my best to stop it last night, that poisonous snake would have entered the Meige Tower! ”

Sam Will laughed and patted Varys' fat shoulder:

"I didn't expect you to be a loyal and brave person who dared to sacrifice his life for the country!"

Varys rolled his eyes, ignoring Samwell's sarcasm.

"I heard that this morning's Imperial Council was quite exciting." Samwell said as he left the bedroom and walked to the scholar's study.

"In fact, it was all expected, the queen had mastered most of the forces in the Red Fort, and Lan Li did not dare to fight her, and it was wise to take the initiative to resign as regent. But Lord Eddard ......," Varys wondered, "I'm surprised that he had made the queen regent so easily. ”

"Maybe the Icewolf isn't as inflexible as you think." Samwell searched the shelves and soon found his target, the tome being easy to find.

However, he did not take it off immediately, but continued to the shelf next to it.

It was filled with all kinds of bottles and jars, and each container had labels written in neat handwriting by university scholars, and it looked neatly organized.

"Perhaps. However, it would be good that at least the situation in King's Landing would be stabilized. When Varys saw Samwell take out a vial from the shelf, he quickly reminded, "Lord Caesar, you are holding the 'Tears of Reese' in your hand, which is highly poisonous!" ”

"I know." Samwell played with the vial, "colorless and tasteless, sweet as water, killing invisibly." ”

"And it's extremely expensive." Varys nodded, adding more, and then he saw Samwell stuff the vial into his arms.

"When is His Highness Joffrey going to be crowned?" Samwell asked, continuing to look at the shelves.

"Three days later."

"In such a hurry?"

"A country cannot live without a king." Varys saw Samwell stuff the vials into his arms, ash mushroom powder, ghost dancing grass, lizard poison, widow's blood......

He couldn't help but speak, "Lord Caesar, it turns out that you have come to loot Lord Paisel's collection. ”

"Waste recycling."

"Do you know what these things are for?"

Samwell spread his hands: "Do you see the silver neck ring on my chest?" ”

Variston was speechless: "Then you still take so much?" ”

"Don't worry, although I don't understand, there is a knowledgeable bachelor in my territory."

Varys coughed and reminded, "Cobain has been expelled from the school. ”

Samwell glanced at the spider in surprise: "I didn't expect you to know so much about my territory, tell me, how many of your little birds are there?" ”

Varys smiled, of course not answering the question, and said:

"I don't know if you have received a letter from the territory recently, but the wild man named Qiman under your command is now in the Crimson Mountains, but he is very famous."

"Really?"

"That's right, as far as I know, he has conquered forty-seven tribes in the western part of the Crimson Mountains, and his methods can be described as quite brutal and cruel, and he will kill if he does not surrender, so he now has a title, called the Terrorbringer. And as his master, hehe, you are called the Baron of Horror by many savages. ”

"Baron of Terror?" The corners of Samwell's mouth twitched.

Damn the Cheman, let him kill less!

Maybe it's time to write back and ask him to stop for a while.

Well, it's time to stop.

Judging from the current situation, the Iron Throne should use troops against Dorne next, and he should also return to the territory to reorganize his armament, so as to take this opportunity to gnaw a piece of fat from Dorne.

Samwell thought to himself.

"Lord Caesar, you'd better stay here." Varys couldn't stand Samwell's sweeping behavior, "Otherwise, when the next scholar arrives, I'm afraid I'll want to cry when I look at the empty room." ”

Samwell then stopped.

Varys said softly, "Lord Caesar, there is actually a question I have always wanted to ask you. ”

"Say."

"How did you find out that Master Petyr was the real murderer of Lord Jon?"

"The real murderer of Lord Jon isn't the 'Red Viper'."

Hearing this prevarication, Varys was a little dissatisfied: "Hey, Lord Caesar, I really regard you as an ally, and you should show some trust." ”

"How could I not trust you." Samwell smiled and took out a bottle with "Sweet Sleep Flower" on it and asked, "Lord Varys, how much do you know about this?" ”

"It's something that soothes the nerves and slows down the heartbeat, but it's toxic, so you have to control the dosage."

"You know so much!" Samwell smiled and praised, then changed the subject, "I heard it can also treat epilepsy?" ”

Varys's expression moved slightly, as if he understood something: "To be precise, it can only suppress epilepsy and calm people." ”

Samwell shook the vial and asked, "Do you know who else in King's Landing has this medicine at home?" ”

"There are quite a few."

"Does Littlefinger have it at home?"

Varys finally convinced his guess this time, and gave Samwell a thumbs up: "Master Caesar, I didn't expect you to suspect Master Petyr from here." That's amazing! Yes, he did buy this medicine regularly, and Madame Lyza's son, who suffers from epilepsy. ”

Samwell didn't reveal it, and pretended to be mysterious: "The amount of Littlefinger should be quite large, right?" ”

"Yes." Varys lowered his voice, "I suspect he deliberately increased the amount of medicine for that child, hey, it is estimated that this young Duke of Eagle's Nest City will not live long." ”

Samwell nodded, and tucked the bottle back into his arms.

Then, after going to the bookshelf and looking through a few books in a pretended manner, he finally took down the real goal of his trip—"The Genealogy and History of the Families of the Major Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms".

In the original book, it was from this book that Duke Jon Arryn found ironclad evidence that Queen Cersei's three children were not related to King Robert, and later died because of it.

Caste toughness. In the original book, Jon Arryn shouted before he died.

These riddle-like words are actually hinting at the genetic trait of the Baratheon family - black hair.

Queen Cersei's three children, without exception, were all blonde - a characteristic of the Lannisters.

The reason why no one has ever doubted this is because the Lannisters are so famous for their blonde features, this is a family that has been inherited for 6,000 years, and the Baratheon family is only 300 years old, don't look at the stag sitting on the Iron Throne now, but in fact, in the hearts of Westeros, the lion is an even more ancient and noble bloodline.

It is natural to think that "the golden yellow of the lion will overwhelm the charcoal black of the stag".

So it's not surprising that all three children inherited their mother's blonde hair.

But this book records several marriages between lions and bucks in history, because they are too old and they are all side branches, so no one pays attention to them at all, but in these few examples, the offspring produced by the union of the two families are all black-haired.

Without exception.

Contrary to everyone's perception, once the golden yellow of the lion meets the carbon black of the stag, there is only a share of submission.

That's what Jon's riddle left before he died.

This also proves that those three blonde-haired princes and princesses have no blood from the Baratheon family at all!

"Lord Caesar." Varys looked at the tome in Samwell's hand and wondered, "Why are you interested in this book?" It just dozes people off. ”

Samwell gave Varys a deep look, but didn't see anything unusual on the other man's face.

This spider doesn't know the secrets in this book?

He closed the book, clipped it in his hand, and said with a smile: "Haha, that's just right, I've been having insomnia lately." ”

Varys pointed to a small bottle on the shelf, "Then I'd suggest you get some poppy milk, it's much more effective than this book." ”

"Okay." Samwell, in line with the principle of not taking for nothing, stuffed the bottle that Varys was referring to into his arms.

Of course, he didn't put down that book either.

Varys frowned, but didn't say anything more when he saw that Samwell finally got up and walked out.

"By the way, Lord Varys, there's something I'd like to consult."

"You say."

"Master Petyr 'Littlefinger' must have opened quite a few female branches in King's Landing, right?"

Varys smiled, "Nearly half of the women's branch in King's Landing is run by Lord Petyr. ”

Samwell knew that these women's wards were actually a place for Littlefinger to gather intelligence.

"Now that Lord Petyr has died, who will inherit these female wards?"

"This ...... I remember that Master Petyr had a cousin. Varys glanced at Samwell, "What are you asking for?" ”

Samwell smiled slightly: "I want to buy these female branches, I wonder if you can help me contact the heir of the Baerichy family?" ”

"What are you buying these women's branches for?" Varys looked at him with an eyebrow.

"Invest. It just so happens that the spear champion is rewarded quite a lot, and I'm worried about how to spend it. Samwell put on a look of deep pockets.

Varys laughed, "Lord Caesar, if you want to invest, I think you can invest in those merchants who are engaged in ocean trade, and the return is much greater than that of the women's ward." ”

"But the women's branch is safe." Samwell said solemnly, "They're not sinking like ships, and they don't have to worry about pirates, oh yes, even if the pirates do, they'll have to pay if they want the girls to split their legs." You see, it's not much safer than seafaring trade. ”

In fact, Samwell wants to receive the intelligence system of "Littlefinger" in King's Landing, and as the pace of war approaches, it is definitely impossible for him to continue to stay in King's Landing, so it is better to keep some eyes and ears down, so as not to know nothing about the situation in the center of the Seven Nations in the future.

Although Varys has become an "ally", it is obviously impossible for Samwell to fully trust this spider, and he still needs to have his own intelligence network.

Varys must have guessed Samwell's intentions, but he couldn't refuse this kind of request, so he shrugged and said:

"Well, since you insist, I'll get you in touch."

"Thank you, Lord Varys!"

(End of chapter)