Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The rain has stopped.

But the sky was even more gloomy, and the thick dark clouds were like a huge curtain, as if they would fall down at any moment and cover the entire King's Landing.

Petyr Baelish "Littlefinger" stepped out of the bronze gates of the Red Keep, filled with rage and panic.

who is it? !

Who was spreading the rumors about him and Lady Lysa? !

Petyr knew that he had become someone's prey.

What he did to Jon Arryn was actually spotted by someone!

How can this be!

Petyr couldn't figure it out, he had already hidden so well, why would anyone still focus on him?

Shouldn't you all be trying Oberyn Martell!

Petyr searched for names in his mind, looked at faces, and wanted to know who might be spreading the rumors.

Varys told him that the rumor had been circulating in the city for the last fortnight.

This made Petyr first rule out Ed Stark, the hand of the king who had just arrived, and turn his suspicious eyes to the group of Riverbend and Dorne nobles who arrived in King's Landing recently.

Yes, it must be one of them!

They were all there when Jon Arryn died, and perhaps saw something.

But Petyr couldn't continue to narrow down the target. The opponent was very cautious and left no trace. Even Varys' little birds couldn't find the source of the rumors.

This is also because King's Landing is too big and the population is too large. Even if the "octospider" has thousands of claws, it is impossible to weave a web to monitor everyone, especially in the slums where dragons and snakes are mixed.

And spreading ambiguous rumors about a noble lord and his wife is so simple.

Most people may think that this rumor is not a big deal. Almost every master has similar lace rumors, and some are even worse. But to Petyr, this seemingly harmless rumor is extremely deadly. .

Because this rumor connected him with Lady Lysa!

And also vaguely pointed out a heartbreaking fact——

He stands to benefit from the death of Lord Jon Arryn!

After all, if the duke's widow married him as the rumors said, then he and Lady Lysa would jointly rule the Eagle's Nest City.

With such a big benefit, then he has the motive to kill!

For a long time, the reason why Petyr was able to hide behind the scenes and complete one plot after another without being discovered was because he hid his purpose well.

Even sometimes, he will deliberately do things that are not directly beneficial to him, just to prevent being discovered.

But now, Petyr just felt as if he had been stripped naked and exposed to the sun.

This feeling made him extremely panicked and terrified.

no! The spread of this rumor must be stopped!

Petyr thought.

But soon, he realized his stupidity.

Rumors, the harder you try to ban them, the faster they will spread, and the more people will believe their truth——

No, why are you so eager to deny it?

Petyr took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

He knows that there is no way to stop the spread of rumors now.

To get rid of the suspicion, the best way is to convict Prince Oberyn!

This Dorne poisonous snake was originally a scapegoat he had prepared for himself, but if he wanted to be convicted, a trial must be held as soon as possible.

And the king was reluctant to hold a trial, and insisted on waiting for Lady Lysa to come to King's Landing.

And Lady Lysa... that stupid and weak woman dared not come.

She was scared.

Petyr cursed to himself, but had to admit that if this woman wasn't stupid and weak, how could she be controlled by him.

This becomes a deadlock.

Lady Lysa did not dare to come to King's Landing, so she would not be able to convict Prince Oberyn. The longer the delay, the wider the spread of rumors, and the easier it would be for interested people to notice.

Petyr thought for a long time, and finally thought of another method, which is also the method he is best at——

Create confusion!

As long as there is more chaos in King's Landing, no one will pay attention to this little gossip.

There was madness in Petyr's gray-green eyes, and a mocking smile crept back onto his mouth.

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In the twilight of the morning sun, Samwell slowly climbed up the hills of Visenia.

"Sam, is the Great Sept of Baylor in front?" Natalie held the baron's left hand and looked at the magnificent building on the top of the hill.

"Yes." Samwell lowered his voice slightly, "You will also come to worship the Seven Gods regularly in the future, otherwise your subjects will have doubts about you."

"But I serve the old gods..." Natalie felt aggrieved.

"Who made your people all believers of the Seven Gods?" Samwell persuaded patiently, "Especially now that your prestige is not enough, you have to use this method to win people's hearts. In fact, it's just a show. This kind of performance, even if you still worship the old gods in private, but in public, you have to bow to the seven gods."

"But like this... will the old gods blame me..."

"No." Samwell began to flicker, "The gods are benevolent, they can understand your difficulties, and they will only pay attention to the true belief in your heart."

"I will always serve the old gods in my heart!" Natalie vowed quickly.

"The old gods will definitely see your piety." Samwell seemed to be declaring on behalf of the gods.

"Hmm!" After the psychological barrier was lifted, Natalie smiled again, "Sam, does the head bishop of the Church of the Seven Gods live in this church?"

"right."

"I heard people say that the archbishop has no name. Is this true?"

"They used to exist, but after becoming the archbishop and wearing the crystal crown, they had to give up their names. From then on, they are the spokespersons of the Seven Gods, and they can no longer use the names of mortals."

"Then how do you distinguish between the archbishops?"

"This... is indeed a bit difficult. Fortunately, there will not be two archbishops at the same time."

Samwell casually answered all kinds of strange questions from the girl, and his gaze had already seen the white marble dome of the sanctuary and the seven towering crystal towers.

"Look, there are a lot of people over there!" Natalie suddenly pointed at the square in front of the church and shouted.

Indeed a lot of people.

But they all looked like tramps, they were dressed in brown coarse clothes, they were filthy, and they seemed to have come to receive alms from the church.

These homeless people crowded the square in front of the Baylor Cathedral, and Samwell was going to take Natalie around the back door of the church.

But after walking a few steps, he found a guard with a golden rose emblem on his chest—how could people from the Tyrell family be here?

Samwell stepped forward to inquire, only to learn that it was not the church that was organizing the charity, but the eldest lady of the Tyrell family.

"Miss Margaret is so kind!" Natalie said with emotion, "I also want to give to the poor, so that I can live up to the name of 'generous' Natalie."

Your title really doesn't mean that...

Samwell secretly laughed, but did not tell the little girl the truth:

"Then you go to Miss Margaret, I'll go into the church."

"Ah? Then I'll go with you." Natalie struggled for a while, but decided to follow Samwell.

"No, you can go to Miss Margaret. It will take a little longer for me to pray to the Seven Gods. You can come to me later."

"Oh, well. So you're so religious, Sam."

"Yes." Samwell nodded with a smile, "I can't finish talking every time I see the Seven Gods."

After the two separated, Samwell walked into the Hall of Lights alone. There were countless colored glass balls hanging on this long corridor, and several monks were scrubbing the marble floor along the way.

At the end of the hall of lights is a double door, through the door, is the prayer hall.

Colorful lights slanted in through the glazed windows on the dome, countless dusts were flying in the light beams, and the air was filled with the smell of incense. Right in front of the main hall were seven altars dedicated to the seven gods——

Father, Mother, Warrior, Blacksmith, Maiden, Crone, Stranger.

A dozen or so rude mercenaries kneel before the altar of warriors, imploring the gods to bless the long swords at their feet; , naturally many young ladies gathered, and one of them came up to meet Samwell after seeing him.

This is a sweet-looking Dornish girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She is wearing a pure white silk dress, and the coat of arms of the blazing sun halberd is embroidered on the chest.

It seems to be the person I'm looking for.

Samwell thought to himself, but he was a little puzzled that the other party seemed to be looking for him too.

"Excuse me, is this the Baron of Yingzuiyu, Lord Caesar?"

"Yes, you are?"

"My name is Tyene Sand, and Prince Oberyn is my father."

It turned out to be a "Sand Snake", Samwell knew in his heart: "Miss Terene, do you know me?"

"Of course." Tyene showed a sweet smile, "Master Caesar, your name has been spread throughout Dorne. Of course I know you."

I guess it doesn't have a good reputation.

"I didn't expect that I would have such an honor." Samwell smiled slightly and turned to ask, "Is Prince Oberyn there?"

"Father is praying in the small hall at the other end of the corridor. I'll take you there."

"Then I will trouble you, Miss Terene."

Following Tyene, Samwell left from the side door of the prayer hall, walked through a long corridor, and finally stopped in front of a small door.

"Lord Caesar, father is inside, please."

Samwell thanked again, then pushed the door open and entered.

Then he froze.

Because, Prince Oberyn is not alone.

There was another person riding on him.

a woman

A naked woman...

This shit is praying?

Samwell turned his head and found that the girl who had led the way just now had disappeared.

He immediately realized that he had been tricked by the seemingly sweet and well-behaved girl just now.

Prince Oberyn also saw Samwell at the door, but he was not angry, and said in a flat tone:

"Samwell Caesar, are you looking for me?"

"Uh... sorry, I'll come back later..."

"It's okay." Prince Oberyn patted the woman's buttocks, signaling her to stand up, "Come in, we're done too."