Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 205
It was completely dark.

The leading "Kingslayer" and Kevan Lannister were arguing fiercely on the light curtain.

Littlefinger watched coldly.

"The enemy army is unprepared, what a good timing. Just fire the artillery, charge the whole army, and wipe them out!" Sir Simon Templeton, a knight of the Nine Star City in the valley, suggested.

His image appeared on the light curtain.

Just like a real person, with a cold expression, a pointed nose, ice-blue eyes, and a beard that was darker and sharper than Littlefinger himself, like a bird of prey staring at its prey.

Littlefinger was no stranger to the people of the Vale.

Though Riverrun in the riverlands held most of his fond memories, good or bad, he knew he never belonged there.

He is Petyr of House Baelish.

He was born in the family's fief - the smallest "Little Finger" on the Five Fingers Peninsula in the valley, where he spent his ignorant childhood at the beginning of his life.

Desolate rocky coast, strong wind howling, goats on jagged rocks, scattered herders.

That's all he saw when he opened his eyes.

How sad.Before walking out of that rock, he had naively thought that the whole world looked like this, and he even thought that his father was a great big shot.

With the arrogance and ignorance unique to a child, he gradually became familiar with, accepted and got used to this environment.

Desolate rocks, cold storms.

This is all he should have had.And should be grateful and contented.

After all, his great-grandfather was only a hired swordsman from Braavos who had served House Corbray in the Vale all his life, and died no more.

It was not until the next generation—Petyr's grandfather was finally canonized as a sworn knight without a fief.

The family crest in the form of a titan's head was determined at this time.But Petyr didn't like the Titan, even if it was the man-made wonder that Braavos was proud of.

In fact, this often reveals the outsider status and humble blood of the Baelish family, which is even more despised.

after that.

Perhaps it was the mercy of the gods, but when it came to his father, the Baelish family finally turned around.

Not only did his father make great contributions during the "Battle of the Nine Copper Kings", he was given the current fiefdom and title, and he also forged a friendship with Duke Hoster Tully of Riverrun, who fought with him.

As a result, Petyr was fortunate enough to be sent to Riverrun as an adopted son.

This is also the beginning of all stories.

Petyr Baelish still remembered it vividly.After receiving the affirmative reply from Duke Hoster Tully, the joy and pride on his father's face were undisguised, and every voice he uttered was full of anticipation and hope.

Petyr hadn't been able to read his father's reactions back then.He only has longing and curiosity about the outside world in his heart.

His father's performance was more urgent than him.

At that time, the sea conditions in the Narrow Sea were not good, news of storms and shipwrecks kept coming, and many voyages were canceled by the shipowners.Father made a decision immediately: rush to Riverrun by land, and set off today.

His father personally escorted him westward.

He was looking forward to it.

But all the things he experienced along the way broke all his previous cognition, and then reshaped it into a distorted and superior world.

The first stop on the journey is the Longbow Hall of the Hunter family.

Here, for the first time, Petyr experienced strong malice from others.

The Earl of Longbow Hall, Ian Hunter, and his sons were joking and frivolous in their actions, and the contempt on their faces could be felt even by a child like him.

Even more over the top with meals.

On the tables of the Hunters were sizzling barbecue, steaming porridge, various pies, cakes, desserts, and fruits.

All that Petyr and his father had in front of them was dry, hard black bread and stinking blue cheese.

Although meals at home are not much better than this.

But Petyr could of course see a huge difference in how the two groups were treated.

He felt wronged and wanted to cry.

What made him even more shocked, angry, disappointed and painful was that instead of attacking and punishing these bad guys on the spot, his father sat there without saying a word, giggling!

Petyr had seen this smile before.

Such were the smiling faces of the lowly commoners who came to the castle to pay their taxes or ask for arbitration.Just to please the lord, ask for forgiveness or reward.

Why is father laughing like this? !

Petyr's pale face was flushed red, and he was about to stand up and yell at the bad guys, but his father grabbed his left wrist firmly under the table.

His father's strength was so great that he was so painful that he forgot the humiliation for a while.

Jerwood Hunter, the eldest son of the Lord of Longbow Hall, was kind enough to help him remember everything.

Jerwood Hunter was in his early twenties then, and he was as stupid and repulsive as he is now.He sang lame ballads out of tune, weaving the Baelish origins and his father's subservience into the lyrics.

The lyrics are so explicit that anyone who can understand the Common Tongue of Westeros can understand the meaning.

Father remained unmoved.

Petyr nearly buried his head in the dinner plate.He didn't dare to look into any pair of eyes again, for fear of seeing contempt and ridicule from them.

The servants in the whole hall seemed to kill him with their eyes.

He who was full of childish fantasies was strangled by the throat.He hasn't completely died yet, but he only lived a few days longer.

The journey continues.

His father told him in the field that his family's territory and title were not outstanding in the valley, and that he must learn to be patient and smile when faced with difficulties from the great lord.

Then father grew more silent, and hurried off to Riverrun.

Petyr later found out that the "little finger" from his family belonged to the Hunter family. Because of his father's military exploits and the defeat of the Hunter family, this "little finger" changed its owner.

He also understood that his father's choice was not wrong, it was just helpless.

But at that time, he hadn't grown up yet, and he was still obsessed with the unfair experience in the Longbow Hall, and his mood was low, as if the whole world had dimmed a bit.

When he saw the towering and white Eagle's Nest City, the endless mountains and valleys, and the King's Road full of cars and horses, he no longer had the simple smile at the beginning, and he was filled with inferiority, worry and confusion.

Until reaching Riverrun.

Catelyn, Lysa and Edmure Tully became his playmates.The few people grew up together, and the laughter and laughter gradually made Petyr come out of the shadows and look forward to the future.

He really loves Caitlin.

God damn Stark!Pedantic old Horst!

Caitlin is going to be sent to the cold Winterfell.To marry an arrogant and rude Stark? !

He finally mustered up the courage to fight, but all he got was a long gash and Riverrun's punishment.He was "exiled" back to the Five Fingers Peninsula.

Lysa is also married to Jon Arryn.

Petyr's future seems to be doomed: a small lord who has no glory, fear, sorrow and resentment, and dies silently.

He would never do that.

Starting from the important town in the valley—the tax collector of Seagull Town, he returned to the stage, climbed up step by step, and finally became a big shot in the court.

But this is far from enough.

What's more, now he has returned to the original point, with neither title nor title.

How to get back to the top as soon as possible?
Littlefinger silently watched the familiar faces in the light curtain.

Valley is no stranger to him.

"That's right, it's like a hunt in a forest farm. It's relaxing and rewarding." Iron Oak's second son, Sir Donnel Waywood, echoed.

Littlefinger smiled secretly.

(End of this chapter)