Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 144 The Poisonous Snake Out of the Hole

   "You haven't seen Lysa Tully?"

  Prince Oberyn helped the dusty lover Ellaria Sand take off her cloak, and asked.

"No." Ellaria said with exhaustion on her face, but she still held her spirits up, "That woman dared not see me at all! Oberyn, you guessed right, there is definitely something wrong with Lysa Tully. She even refused to come to King's Landing even though Ed Stark personally invited her! She dared not testify in court under the eyes of the Seven Gods! She has a ghost in her heart!"

  Prince Oberyn nodded silently, deep in thought.

   Ellaria took a sip of her wine, took it easy, and said again: "By the way, I heard that the king was cut open in the stomach during a group competition?"

   "Yes." A sneer appeared on the corner of Prince Oberyn's mouth, "In my opinion, this guy may not have a good life for a few days."

   "Will it affect your trial?" Ellaria was a little nervous, "I always feel that the atmosphere in King's Landing is not quite right now."

  Prince Oberyn's face was also a bit solemn: "It's not right. Hmph, I guess some people can't wait. However, this may not be a bad thing for us."

   Ellaria looked at the cold light in her lover's eyes, and couldn't help asking: "Oberon, you don't want to do it directly, do you?"

   "Is there any other way?" Prince Oberyn asked back.

   Ellaria hurriedly grabbed her lover's hand and persuaded: "Don't be impulsive, Oberyn, anyway, the trial won't be held for a while, we still have time..."

   Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

   "Your Highness." The attendant pushed the door open and said, "Just now Duke Renly sent someone to inform you that your trial is planned to be held in the Throne Hall tomorrow morning."

   "I see." Prince Oberyn nodded, showing no emotion.

   When the attendant left, Ellaria nervously grabbed her lover's hand: "Oberon, you don't really want to kill Petyr Baelish, do you?"

   "No, I won't kill him." Prince Oberyn shook off his lover's hand and strode out, "I want him to stand trial!"

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   "Renly will hold a trial tomorrow?" Petyr turned pale after receiving the news, "He won't wait for Lady Lysa?"

  The messenger who sent the letter didn't know how to answer, so he spread his hands and said, "Lord Petyr, if you have any doubts about this matter, you can ask Lord Renly face to face."

  Petyr's face changed for a while, he already smelled the breath of conspiracy—

   Conspiracy against yourself!

  Before Ed Stark had made it clear that he would postpone the trial, Renly Baratheon dared to risk offending the king's hand to force a trial.

  Reminiscing about the damning rumor, Petyr realized that the black hand behind the scenes targeting him had already begun to collect the net.

  The opponent is forcing the "Red Viper" to attack him!

  He didn't want to face that lunatic in Dorn.

  Thinking of this, Petyr rushed out of the room and shouted:

   "Bai Lan, Bai Lan! Take all the guards and go out with me."

   But after waiting for a while, there was no response.

   Petyr frowned: "Bye..."

  Before he could speak, he was shocked to find that his knight had appeared by his side at some point.

   "Huh—why are you walking without making a sound? You scared me!"

   Petyr complained, but there was still no response.

  He looked at his knight suspiciously: "Bailan, what's going on with you today?"

  Bai Lan finally spoke, without any fluctuation in tone, as flat as ice that would not melt for thousands of years:

   "The debt owed by the man to the Red God has not been repaid."

   Petyr was stunned for a moment, but then he tensed up and blurted out:

   "You are not Byran! You are the Faceless One!"

   "Someone came to ask for a debt for the Red God." The Faceless Man said coldly.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten." Petyr cursed inwardly, forced a smile on his face, "Jaqen H'ghar, I always remember it. However, saving people from the prison is not that simple... "

   "A man owes his life to the Red God, and if he does not pay back, someone will take his life."

  The faceless man's gaze made Petyr feel endless chills, and the smile on his face became more and more reluctant:

"I will definitely save people. In fact, I already have a plan. You know about the Night Watchmen Legion on the Great Wall of Impossibility? They come to King's Landing every year to recruit recruits, but who wants to go to that ghostly place, and they can't marry wives and have children. , You can’t confer titles, every time the king will let them go to the black prison to pick some criminals to go to the Great Wall. Therefore, my plan is to let Jaqen Heghar leave the black prison with the night watchman, which is the safest and most secure way."

  The Faceless Man stared into Petyr's eyes for a while, and finally said expressionlessly: "Okay."

  Petyr breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Then—what about my knight?"

   "Someone is a man's knight until a man fulfills his promise."

  Petyr frowned and said: "However, someone might want to kill me recently, can you protect my safety?"

   "One will not let another take a man's life until the man has paid his debts."

   You faceless ones have always only killed people, when will you protect people?

   Petyr muttered to himself, but he also knew that he couldn't argue with the Faceless.

  Thinking of the impending trial gave him a headache.

  Petyr knew that during this period of time, he had to strengthen his guards, and the best way was to go to the commander of the capital garrison, Janos Slynt, who happened to be bought by him.

  So, after his dozen or so guards had assembled, Petyr led them out.

  The Faceless Man followed quickly, his footsteps were so light that there was hardly a sound.

   A group of people went to the command post of the Capital Defense Army first, but were told that Sir Janos was not there.

   "Where did he go?"

   "Master Genos didn't say anything."

  Petyr was not discouraged, he had already guessed where Janos Slynt might go.

  So, he brought his men to another women's branch hospital.

  Petyr seemed to be very familiar with the charming proprietress, and asked with a smile:

   "Is Ser Janos Slynt there?"

   "Yes, Lord Petyr, I will take you right away."

  Petyr was about to reach out and slap the woman's upturned buttocks, but suddenly found that the Faceless Man was pulling his clothes, and the huge force made him stagger backwards.

   Before Petyr could question him angrily, a black light flashed in front of his eyes.

  Boom!

  Amidst the sawdust flying, Petyr was shocked to find that it was actually a long spear—the leaf-shaped spearhead was black and shiny, shining with a palpitating faint light.

"run!"

  Petyr heard a low growl from the Faceless Man, and when he turned his eyes, he saw a tall figure in an orange-red robe rushing towards him like lightning!

   "Red Viper!" Petyr ran away, "Are you crazy!"

   "Petyr Baelish!" Prince Oberyn drew his spear from the wall and roared, "I will kill you!"

  The women's branch suddenly exploded, and amidst the screams, the clients and women fled in all directions.

  Prince Oberyn charged unabated, swiftly and with unstoppable ferocity, like a storm on the sea, sweeping towards Petyr.

  But amidst the storm, an inconspicuous light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes—

  Nail!

  A tiny crossbow bolt was sent flying by Prince Oberyn, but it also made him stagnate.

   "Who are you!" Prince Oberyn noticed this unusual guard.

  The Faceless Man didn't answer, but drew out his two knives and threw them at Prince Oberyn's eyes.

  But Prince Oberyn's long spear had already been smashed down, and the pair of knives were knocked away with a slap, and the momentum remained undiminished, directly blasting towards his face.

  Boom!

  The wooden floor exploded, and among the flying sawdust, the Faceless Man rolled over and disappeared.

  Petyr's guards also surrounded him at this time, but Prince Oberyn was not afraid, and swept his spear across, bringing out a **** light, so that the guards didn't dare to approach at all.

  Prince Oberyn didn't get entangled with these guards either, the spear rolled like a dragon, piercing a gap, the whole person followed the spear and rushed out of the encirclement, once again locked onto Petyr's figure and chased after him.

   "Stop!" The sound of fighting and Petyr's relentless cries for help finally attracted the commander of the capital garrison, Janos Slynt, who roared and ordered his golden robes to stop Prince Oberyn.

  Petyr was ecstatic when he heard this voice, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Prince Oberyn relentlessly chasing him.

"help me!"

  The Faceless Man sprang out from nowhere again, and the dagger in his hand went straight to Prince Oberyn's neck.

   "Go away!" Prince Oberyn shouted.

  In the blink of an eye, the dagger pierced through the orange robe, but left a mark on the inner leather armor. Prince Oberyn ignored the weird killer at all, and pointed his spear at Petyr.

   Chi la!

  Bleeding with blood, Petyr only felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and then the sky and the earth spun, and the whole person flew out.

   More than a dozen golden robes finally arrived and cooperated with Petyr's guards to surround Prince Oberyn.

   "Lord Petyr, are you alright?"

   Genos ran over and asked.

  Petyr was dizzy from the fall, and it took him a while to struggle to get up from the ground, only to see a hideous cut in his left arm, blood mixed with some kind of black liquid gurgling out.

   His heart suddenly became cold.

   "Quick! Cut off my left arm!" Petyr roared frantically.

   "My lord..." Genos was at a loss for a moment.

"Cut!" I don't know if it was an illusion, but Petyr felt his left arm go numb and swell, and he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, he quickly pulled out the saber from Janos' waist, gritted his teeth, and pointed at his own Cut off the left arm!

   Chi!

  The long sword pierced into the bone, but it got stuck inside due to insufficient strength.

   Petyrton was crying again.

  Janos was still hesitating, but the faceless man "Bai Lan" appeared out of nowhere, with a knife in his hand.

  A knife flashed.

"ah!!"

   Broken arm fell to the ground, Petyr rolled on the ground in pain.

  In his blurred vision, he saw the "Red Viper" standing proudly, pointing the spear in his direction, and shouted:

   "Petyr Baelish! You conspired to poison Lord Jon Arryn! I want you to stand trial!"

   Mental fear and physical pain surged up like a tide, Petyr rolled his eyes and passed out.

  (end of this chapter)