Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"None of the valley knights brought by Duke Artis, including himself, participated in the Prime Minister's tournament. What a pity!"

"If Duke Artis participated in this tournament, I'm afraid we wouldn't have to place bets, hahaha!"

"That's not necessarily true. It's said that the Knights of Flowers in Highgarden are all over the southern border. Who is stronger and who is weaker is still to be discussed."

"Alas! A flower stand, I think it's a flower stand."

"Their family emblem is originally a rose!"

The voices in the brothel were noisy and noisy, but the main line of many words was probably difficult to bypass this large-scale Prime Minister's tournament. The prize money, the number of participants, and the scale of the venue of this tournament far exceeded the previous tournaments urged by King Robert, including the tournament on Prince Joffrey's name day.

Little Finger held a wine glass in his hand and listened to the guests' discussion quietly through the curtain. The betting of the tournament was so big that he might never see it again in his life. Naturally, he would not give up this business opportunity and immediately opened a betting platform in the brothels he opened.

King's Landing was flooded with countless knights who were eager for honor and money, and also attracted gamblers from all over the world. Knights and gamblers with the same characteristics and desires mixed together. The smart people had already followed the trail and used some words and deals that matched their characteristics to trap them in the city and squeeze out the value they could selflessly dedicate. Once the tournament was over, all respect and promises would disappear, leaving only losers and poor ghosts. The smart people had already taken away the golden dragons they wanted and stayed away from these two types of people full of hostility.

King Robert, the tournament, it has been like this for every year. This time, it will be renamed the Prime Minister's Tournament, and there will be no change.

The colorful paints sold well in the streets and alleys. The ugly city had a little more hypocritical prosperity under the exaggerated colors. The combination of bricks and tiles was like colorful ribbons. From a distance, it was like looking at mountains stacked up by rainbows.

The nobles chose to ride their horses under the most magnificent gate to enter King's Landing, where the people gathered the most. The small vendors had already shouted loudly at the gate of the city, hoping that the happy knight would suddenly have an idea and reward some silver deer and golden dragons, and then say "no need to change" and leave freely and elegantly. Cheers and praises surrounded the triumphant knight like layers of waves behind him, and then turned into a complete fool.

Little Finger played with the wine glass in his hand, and the red liquid in it was like a dancer wrapped in red silk, which was fascinating. He drank it all in one gulp. He was very clear about his situation. His old subordinates in Gulltown betrayed him. The pirates of the Narrow Sea who helped him many times were wiped out by Stannis. Lysa, who always trusted him, was trapped in the Eyrie.

Not only that, his connections in King's Landing all distanced themselves from him after Attis organized several actions by the Gold Cloaks to investigate the corruption of King's Landing officials. In King's Landing, Attis was like a soaring eagle, and he saw all his cards clearly, including the authority of the Duke, the deterrence of the Gold Cloaks' military force, and the arrogance of the Vale Cavalry in King's Landing. Littlefinger was put on the table, and almost all the dignitaries in King's Landing and almost all the nobles in the Crown knew that the Duke of the Vale and the East Guardian were targeting him.

The reason was simple.

The people who were investigated and beheaded by the Gold Cloaks were all those he left in the open in King's Landing.

The same is true for brothels. Except for a few places where King Robert likes to live, almost all of Littlefinger's properties have been overturned by the golden cloaks. The women who have nowhere to go are ruthlessly dismissed by the golden cloaks and poured into the brothels left by Littlefinger.

He is already surrounded in King's Landing. The eagle is looking for a suitable reason. Once it is found out, it will pounce on him like thunder and take out his heart, liver and flesh.

He doesn't have much time. He needs someone to cooperate with him, someone who is not afraid of the Duke.

There was a sudden noise in the brothel, the screams of women, the scolding of customers, and the friction of the long sword.

Littlefinger stood up suddenly, and the golden cloak appeared in front of him, with black armor and golden robes, and a long sword.

"Lord Baelish, come with us?" The golden cloak looked at him with gloating, and the other golden cloaks blocked Littlefinger's left and right, and the sharp spears pointed at him mercilessly.

Littlefinger's smile was gone, and only astonishment remained on his face.

Varys silently looked at Artis Arryn, who was cleaning his sword. His little bird always reported the whereabouts of the threatening figures in the kingdom to him. The people in King's Landing who knew his power kept their whereabouts hidden. Only the new Duke of the Vale seemed to have never wanted to hide his whereabouts.

He knew that Weimar and Robert of the Royce family arrived in King's Landing one after another, killed a group of Littlefinger's old men in Gulltown, and brought a customs official who seemed to surrender to Artis. It seemed that he made a big move. Littlefinger was also much more low-key. He stayed in his brothel, one of the few that was not investigated by the gold cloaks, and rarely went out. He seemed to be making plans.

"It is said that you know everything about King's Landing, Lord Varys." Artis asked.

Varys bowed humbly and saluted, "It is an exaggeration of the world. If the Minister of Intelligence does not know the intelligence of King's Landing, he should commit suicide to apologize. This is my duty, Duke Artis."

"I need a testimony, Lord Varys." Artis said.

Varys smiled flatteringly again, "It is my honor to help the Duke of the Kingdom."

"Lady Lysa and Little Finger." Atis said.

Varys was silent, his smooth head was particularly dazzling in the sun, and the little eagle finally wanted this information. "What do you want?"

"There are rumors that Lady Lysa and Littlefinger have a relationship that the gods do not allow." Atis said.

"You hope I."

Atis interrupted Varys, "I hope you."

Confirm this relationship and completely destroy Littlefinger and Lysa who is hindering you in the valley? Varys has the answer in his heart.

"I hope you can personally produce evidence to deny this rumor." Atis' words caught Varys off guard.

"Why do you have to do this? If you don't want the news to be known to the world, just keep silent, Duke Atis." Varys waved his hand and asked in confusion.

"Lady Lysa has never done this. She is an innocent lady of the Eyrie, at least, after marriage." Atis answered calmly.

Varys folded his hands, he looked at Atis, a little understanding flashed in his eyes, bowed and said: "Serving the Duke, not to mention for the glory of an ancient family, why not?"

"What do you want? I regard this as an exchange, Varys." Atis said with his arms slightly tense.

"Lord Atis, what an honorable and just thing to do. I have long wanted to make friends with people who hold honor in their hearts. Today, I will give my friends a gift." Varys said with a smile.

After Varys left, Attis stood there, and in the distance, an eagle screamed. "High as glory" seemed to hide his father's teachings in the distant eagle screams. Lysa Tully must be punished for her behavior, but hiding this matter is to prevent the family's honor from being tarnished by the fish and long fingers splashing in the dirty water.

The death of his father, the murder of himself, everything was planned by Little Finger, and had nothing to do with Lysa. The world will only know these, and the sin will naturally be punished, but hidden from the world's criticism.

This chapter has few words, I am very sorry, because the author overturned a draft, in order to rush before twelve o'clock, so I had to write hastily, and the missing thousand words are added in another chapter