Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 95 Rossat's Fruit
"It seems that today is the worst day for you. The tunnel you finally found turned out to be a dead end." The golden robed knight hid behind the two shieldmen, facing the two who were also hiding at the end of the tunnel. Ian behind the shield said.

Originally, when his subordinates reported to him that all the enemies in the Stranger's Temple had escaped into the tunnel, his heart was chilled, but what he didn't expect was that this tunnel turned out to be a dead end, and he chased his opponents here. up.

"On the contrary, I think this is my luckiest day," Ian turned around. "In contrast, you who came here are really not lucky."

"Really? There are only 7 people around you, and I have 70. Come and tell me, how do you make me unlucky in this narrow tunnel?" Although the golden robed knight knew that the other party was just joking, he still mentioned a little alert.

"It's not important, my friend, it's almost dawn outside, how about I treat you to breakfast?" Ian said with a smile.

"Outside?" The Golden Robe Knight's vigilance became more and more intense. He dismissed the idea of ​​torturing the other party, and waved his hand directly to give the order to attack. He was worried that his villain would die from talking too much.

Soon, the golden robes passed the golden robed knight standing in front, and in a row of five, pointed at the spear hammer and spear, and began to press closer to Ian.

However, as soon as they took a few steps, many people leaning against the wall tripped over the pots on the ground, which attracted the attention of the golden robed knight.He just turned his gaze to the wall, but suddenly found that the player who had become a turtle in the urn had pushed a stone door from what he thought was a stone wall.

Those guys quickly passed through the stone gate, and at the end they threw a torch into the tunnel and closed the stone gate again.

The last thing the golden robed knight heard was the voice of the white armored knight: "Have a good taste of Earl Rossat's canned fruit, I hope you like it."

Then green light covered his field of vision.

Walking into the meeting room of the Red Castle, stepping on the Myrish carpet laid in the meeting room, Lord Petyr Baelish pulled out a chair and sat down.

He was short in stature, but handsome in appearance, his gray-green eyes sized up the bald fat man sitting opposite him with a sly light.

"Don't look, it's just the two of us today," Varys laughed, "Grand Maester Pycelle is unwell, Lord Renly prefers balls to parliament, Prince Stannis is back at Dragonstone, and His Grace Going north took away half of the palace and the remaining half of the Imperial Council."

"So, what do you mean by looking for me today?" Petyr stopped sitting at the table, but walked to the corner of the room on his own, where there was a wooden screen from the Midsummer Islands, with carvings on it. There are hundreds of lifelike and colorful rare birds and animals.

"What can an intelligence officer do with a chancellor?" Varys looked at Baelish meaningfully.

"Oh, seven hells, don't tell me you want money." Petyr lightly stroked the exquisite tapestry from Norvos, Qohor and Lys hanging on the wall, "Look at these, It's all money, and our king is a good spender."

"That's not something a good Chancellor of the Exchequer should say." Varys teased.

"Okay," Petyr spread his hands, "I guess you're gathering a group of assassins to deal with the two kids."

"It's two young dragons," Varys corrected. "I asked our dear lord about this, and he told me 'I'll kill every Targaryen with my own hands. Tell them to die clean and like dragons and finally piss on their graves', he said."

"Very well, let me continue to guess, it's a lot of expenses, isn't it?"

"It's a lot," Varys nodded, "but it's nothing compared to the treasury's debt. I only need two thousand gold dragons. You can buy them from the generous Lord Tywin, Lord Tyrell or Bravo. Such a small amount of money can be easily obtained in the iron treasury of Adams."

"You'll get what you want," Petyr didn't refuse, "I just hope you can get it all done, is there anything else?"

"Yes," the eunuch nodded. "Last night, there was a fierce conflict in the flea nest. There were more than 40 corpses placed outside an abandoned underground sanctuary."

"It's very interesting, but you should report these things to our Minister of Justice, Duke Renly. If he hadn't already gone to the Tyrell family's ball, of course, he wouldn't be interested in these things even if he didn't go to the ball. His legal counsel The position of the minister is just a name, and this kind of matter is usually handled by Lord Ayrin. But now, Lord Ayrin is gone." Petyr lacked interest.

"Half of them are gold cloaks," Varys added.

"Oh?" At this moment, Petyr became interested, "What happened?"

"You didn't get any news?" Varys took a meaningful look at this colleague who would not lose too much to him in the King's Landing Information Network.

"What news?" Petyr frowned. "Flea nest, is the golden robe related to the younger brother of that concubine of Janos (the commander-in-chief of the golden robe)?"

Petyr remembered that guy. Although he became the captain of the gold-cloaked squad only by virtue of his connections, his combat prowess was astonishing, and he quickly conquered the hearts of his subordinates.

And not long after, the captain of the brigade he was in fell off the city wall drunk and fell to his death, so Genos took advantage of the opportunity and let him fill in the vacancy.

"If I remember correctly, that guy voluntarily applied to go to the flea nest during Lord Arryn's funeral," Petyr added.

"With him, no doubt, according to those golden robes that are still in the flea nest, their captain chased into the tunnels in the Stranger's Sept...and never came back," Varys said.

"That tunnel. Isn't it leading to the dragon's lair?"

"So, you also heard about the explosion in Dragon Cave this morning?"

"The prostitute who picked up the customers there claimed that the fire was green. I thought it was just a drunk whore who accidentally ignited the wildfire jar that the Mad King's pyromancer Earl Rosat buried in the dragon's lair. Is there any other information? "

"According to the rest of the golden robes, their captain promised them that this operation will make them a fortune. Because in this city of King's Landing, everything that makes a fortune is related to you, so I thought Come to ask if you know the inside story of this matter."

"It's a pity that I don't know anything about it, so it's obvious that something happened in King's Landing that you and I don't know about."

"In this city of King's Landing, there are too many things that I don't know." Varys smiled and shook his head, rejecting the high hat that Littlefinger gave him, "For example, I don't know how Duke Arryn died. "

"Thank you for your story." Petyr's expression remained unchanged, and he did not respond to Varys' last probing words. "I will try to check it out. If I find something, I will share it with you as soon as possible."

After speaking, Petyr bowed and left with a characteristic smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)