The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Petyr Baelish's smile was warm, and he said softly: "Kate, it's windy here, let's go over there and sit down and talk."

He pointed to another part of the room, where there was an exquisite small round table and a few comfortable-looking chairs.

Catelyn did not refuse, she said as she walked: "I really should let you experience the cold wind in Winterfell."

Petyr's eyes moved slightly, looking at Caitlin's back and twirling his carefully groomed mustache.

Is Eddard Stark really dead? According to the information he collected, it couldn't be confirmed... Since the body hadn't been found yet, Petyr felt that it was more likely to be said to be missing.

Petyr guessed... that "good friend" who was "deep in love and righteousness" would definitely know the answer, or that he directly rescued Running Wolf secretly... If he guessed correctly... Oh, it's really What an enviable favor.

But for the time being, everyone thought that Running Wolf had died in the riot in King's Landing, which was good!

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Petyr picked up the golden jug inlaid with gems and poured wine while saying, "Kate, I think your son's declaration of king is a good thing for you."

Caitlin frowned slightly when she heard Petyr address her, but she didn't correct her. Compared to what they were talking about, it could be said to be a trivial matter.

After filling up the wine, Petyr made an elegant gesture of invitation and said: "According to the current situation, your son needs the support of his family more than ever..."

He gently swayed the golden wine glass in his hand and continued: "Lisa is the master of the valley, but she is also your son's aunt."

With that said, Petyr spread his hands and continued: "Family, responsibility, honor, family members are definitely more reliable than outsiders."

Caitlin was very moved when she heard this, but there was stubbornness in her voice: "Petyr, tell me, did Lysa really do that? You know what I am referring to!"

Petyr's gray-green eyes looked directly at Catelyn, the two stared at each other, paused, and he sneered.

Seeing that Caitlin was about to get angry, Petyr explained: "Why do I feel more like a Tully, and you...instead become a stubborn Stark."

"What do you mean?"

Petyr sighed and looked out the window with a look of unbearability: "Kate, let's put aside the matter of Jon's murder first... We all know that Lysa had a bad life after her marriage, and we all Remember what Lysa looked like before, do you think Lysa has become what she is now...who is the direct murderer?"

Petyr turned to look at Caitlin: "Didn't Jon Arryn himself cause all this?"

He admitted it! Lysa really poisoned her husband with her own hands! Caitlin's heart skipped a beat, and she picked up the wine glass with trembling hands. She wanted to drink to cover up her panic.

Petyr's eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.

He spoke slowly: "I will help you convince Lysa to make the valley surrender to the King of the North."

Can Lysa still represent the entire Vale? No, the Righteous Alliance of the Vale will not recognize her right to rule.

What is Petyr's purpose? His purpose is to use external forces to disintegrate the Alliance of the Righteous.

Petyr smiled and spoke, his tone seemed to be joking: "Do you want to send your own sister to the guillotine with your own hands? For the sake of the dead Jon?"

Caitlin suddenly stared at Petyr and said, "Littlefinger, what do you want?"

In response to Caitlin's rhetorical question, Petyr answered quickly, as if he had already prepared the answer.

"Peace of the valley."

Caitlin took a sip of the wine in her glass, her eyes filled with mockery: "Petyr, we understand each other, and I hope you will tell me the truth."

Petyr showed his embarrassment at having others see through his heart, and he scratched his head like he did when he was a child.

Caitlin curled her lips coldly and asked, "Tell me the answer."

In Catelyn's eyes, Petyr was trying to calm down. He moved his lips, exhaled, and said, "I think... King Stark will need a Hand of the King."

After saying that, Petyr had returned to his usual elegant manner.

He murmured helplessly: "You really haven't changed, you are still so powerful."

Caitlin snorted coldly and said, "Petyr, don't forget that I am the sister who watched you grow up."

Caitlin thinks she can see through Littlefinger's "conspiracy", but is Littlefinger still the same Littlefinger she thought she was?

In fact, Petyr has already told the real answer. What he wants is indeed the "stability" of the valley, not the hand of the king. This is just the answer he wants Caitlin to come up with on her own, and he is full of sincerity.

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Caitlin asked again: "Will you marry Lysa?"

"Kate, you know my thoughts..." Petyr stopped talking when he saw Caitlin's face turning cold.

After a moment of silence, under Caitlin's gaze, Petyr smiled bitterly and said: "My fiefdom is just the smallest rocky land in the Five Fingers Peninsula. With my status... everyone knows it very well. it's out of the question."

He added: "We are childhood friends, and I am helping as a friend. You may think of me as a doctor who can't forget the beautiful childhood memories... Well, a doctor who helps Lysa get over her pain."

Caitlin couldn't help but mocked: "Can you help the doctor on the bed?"

Some places in the Eyrie can easily produce loud echoes. Petyr smiled and shrugged: "Maybe you can try to have mercy on me."

Caitlin had to admit... her current sister was slightly lacking in feminine charm... She looked away and sipped her wine.

Caitlin put down her wine glass, coughed slightly, and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Although Lesa is rude to you, she needs her sister very much. I believe she will get better..."

Petyr said seriously: "Kate, I will try my best to convince Lysa to let me bring your handwritten letter to meet our King in the North."

Caitlin looked at the sincere Petyr and said directly: "Petyr, I don't want to deceive you. The Hand of the King needs the trust of the king, not the recommendation of a king's mother."

"I'll do my best, thank you, Kate."

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Returning to his study, Petyr stood quietly for a while, then walked to the bookcase and pulled out the envelope he had hidden so secretly, a letter sealed with gold ink.

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Crab Claw Peninsula, Whispering City, Lord's Bedroom.

"Green..."

"Green..."

"Green..."

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Green, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes. There was a cold light in his eyes, and it was the same dream again!

Green sat on the bed and said, "Here comes someone."

Following Green's voice, the wooden door of the dormitory was quickly pushed open, and fully armed Mason Baker and others strode in.

Green's gaze swept over, and everyone straightened their waists.

"Anyone found suspicious will be killed on the spot if he resists."

In order to allow the simple people of Clayber to sleep peacefully at night, Lord Greene started a curfew not long after inheriting the position of Lord Clayber, and it has never been interrupted to this day. Therefore, except for the soldiers patrolling and standing guard, everyone around Qingyu City at this time can be classified as suspicious.

Mason Baker and others said in unison: "Yes, Lord Green!"

After everyone walked out of the room, Green left the bed and opened the narrow window of the dormitory, and the night breeze suddenly poured into the room.

Outside the window, the full moon hung high, and Green stared at the hazy night sky, recalling the scene in his dream.

Already the third time... Green could only be sure that it was Daenerys's voice, and other scenes were still blurry.

Could it be Melisandre's magic? When Green had his second dream, he first suspected her, the red-robed female priest whom he had come into contact with at Dragonstone Castle.

King Green will act when he has doubts, and he doesn't like magic because... he doesn't know how.

Kleb's soldiers were waiting for the bonfire signal from Whispering City at various locations.

Whether it is shadow magic or phantom magic, Green knows that the casters of these magics have a certain distance limit in this world (except for three eyes).

Tonight, Green had ordered his retainer Knight Massen in advance to prepare secretly. As long as he gave an order, Kleb's soldiers would be dispatched to conduct a blanket search.

If not man-made magic, what is it? Green thought as he stepped forward and stood in front of the table covered with a map of Westeros.

In fact, the possibility that Green can guess that Melisandre is a spell caster is very low, but his character is cautious and he will not base everything on his own judgment. He will conduct detailed investigations and eliminate suspects one by one until Find the final answer.

Still the question, if it's not man-made magic, what is it? Why do I have the same dream for three days in a row?

Because Green couldn't find the answer for a while, he thought of other things... The ice sword was too big to carry around, and he also needed a Valyrian steel sword... Tob Mott, the blacksmith of King's Landing, knew how to value. How to forge Valyrian weapons... Green's finger pointed at the location of Crab Island on the map.

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When the sky was slightly light, Sir Mason came to meet Green.

"My lord, apart from a dozen poachers and smugglers, we have found nothing unusual."

Green pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and said, "Thank you, my loyal Mason."

Mason hesitated and said, "My lord, how should we deal with these people?"

"Let's deal with it according to the laws of the territory."

After speaking, Green waved his hand.

After Mason left, Green leaned on the back of his chair and closed his eyelids... Could it be the call of the Targaryen dragon, or some kind of prophecy? or……

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There were blazing flames everywhere, Daenerys's silver hair and body were covered with black dust, and her violet eyes were full of fear and helplessness.

She stretched out her hand in the direction of Green with difficulty, her lips closing repeatedly, what on earth was she saying? !

Finally, he heard: Green...help me...

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Green opened his eyes suddenly. It was already broad daylight, and the bright morning light poured into the house through the narrow window.

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The next day, Green's Mermaid slowly left Mermaid Harbor with five Kleb warships.

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Essos, the city-state of Viserys.

In a certain room, Jon Snow, Little Griffin, and Raleigh were sitting around drinking wine. There were empty wine bottles all around them.

The drunken Raleigh could not speak clearly: "On my name day when I was sixteen, my blacksmith father... My father was famous for the weapons he made. He made a long sword for me, but a nobleman not only snatched it away. My father gave me the sword and insulted me... saying that my hands were not born to hold swords, but only to use hammers. I couldn't hold back my anger at the time. I went home and took the hammer and broke the two hands of the noble man. Arms and half of ribs.”

Raleigh picked up the wine glass and took a long sip, then continued: "In order to avoid the pursuit of the noble master, I fled my hometown overnight, crossed the narrow sea and came here to work as a mercenary."

Finally, he added: "A mercenary with a sword in his hand."

Jon drank a lot, and Raleigh was dangling in front of his eyes, making him a little dizzy. He knew that this was his problem, that he drank too much.

Jon leaned against the wall and smiled happily: "Raleigh, you are brave, you are a warrior."

Raleigh laughed for a while and then said: "Little Griffin, where's your story?"

Jon opened his blurred eyes and looked at the red-faced little Griffin. His eyes seemed to turn purple in the twilight, and he thought it was an illusion.

Little Griffin smiled and said, "My father also fled to Essos on the mainland across the strait. I grew up here, and my father didn't like to mention things about his youth to me."

After a pause, he pretended to lower his voice, and continued: "Once my father drank too much, I learned that he offended a family named Lannister on the continent over there. It is said that that family is very powerful. He I had to choose to flee."

Raleigh said: "I know that Lannister will pay any debt!"

Jon shouted angrily: "It's Lannister again, damn it!"

Hearing this, Little Griffin and Rowley both looked at Jon who was rarely angry.

Raleigh said curiously: "Jon, it seems you have a lot of hatred for Lannister?"

After a moment of silence, Jon nodded slowly and said, "My relatives were almost harmed by Lannister, and I don't like them."

"Your relatives?"

Jon was silent again. After a while, he spoke: "I made a mistake. I am an illegitimate child. How can an illegitimate child have relatives?"

Raleigh patted Jon's shoulder with his big hand and said: "This is not the damn sunset place. Don't always think about that kind of thing. Who will care about this when you become a mercenary? With your skills, sooner or later you can Win everyone’s approval.”

Although Little Griffin drank a lot, his voice was still gentle: "This is not a choice we made ourselves. If we could make our own choices, I don't think anyone would want to come into this world as an illegitimate child. "

Raleigh nodded heavily: "Yes, little Griffin is right, you should blame others, not yourself."

Jon's eyes were a little glazed, and he smiled cheerfully: "I know."