The king on the Great Wall

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Varys' palms were sweating: the commander-in-chief of the Night Watch, the killer of the White Walkers, the hero who led the humans to defeat the dead... The soldier in front of him was born, has a lot of legends, and is said to rank among the top ten in the entire Seven Kingdoms. The ruthless character killed from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood is obviously not in the category of "ordinary people" mentioned above.Although the information shows that the legend about this person has some water, but judging from his figure, it is obvious that he is wearing armor under his clothes, and there is a fine steel long sword hanging on his waist...

With the opponent fully armed and fully prepared, how much chance do you have of winning against him?

One point, or not one point?

His Adam's apple squirmed up and down, knowing that today was probably a day of luck, but the blood in Varys' chest was aroused: He has planned for more than 20 years, and he has worked so hard to get to this point, but he didn't come here to be poisoned by a reckless man. Wine to die for!The Unsullied outside the door probably cannot protect themselves. If there is a conflict, the only way out is not to escape, but to take the initiative to attack. As long as the knife is placed on Iger's neck by surprise, the soldiers of the land-grant army will not dare to mess around. The guest room building under the control of the Queen's Guard took the head of the Blackshirt Army hostage, so he and the Queen still had hope of leaving Winterfell safe and sound!

Even if there is only a half chance of winning, it is better than certain death.Even if he is destined to stop here, he will force the other party to resort to violence and never let him get his way!

Here, Varys secretly prepared to do something and decided to fight to the death, while on the other side, Petyr had the opposite idea.

He doesn't have Varys's tortuous and wonderful past, rich and diverse experience and skills, and he has long forgotten the rough martial arts he learned when he was young... As Iger's former ally, he is neither prepared nor intends to fight for anything.It is true that I am loyal to Daenerys, but it is by no means to the extent that I am willing to die for her. If Iger is determined to do it, then he is naturally a good bird to choose a tree to live in.Right now, most of the wine is poisonous, but whether Iger will be forced to take the poison is still uncertain. He has already made a calculation in his heart: Varys will definitely refuse to drink this wine with an excuse. It's just a matter of imitating, but if you turn your face...

He immediately knelt down to show his loyalty, saying that only he was worthy of the position of Lord of Westeros, and persuaded him to hold the queen hostage to command the Seven Kingdoms, and to be the uncrowned king.

I just don't know, is there still time?

……

The two people who were sitting had their own thoughts, but they both made up their plans in a split second, but Iger, who was standing there, made another move that they didn't expect.

After he finished saying "drink this cup together to celebrate", he actually raised his head, drank it down, and knocked the empty cup back on the table, and then waited and asked. He looked at the remaining two with innocent eyes, as if asking with his eyes: Why don't you drink?

What's going on here?

I'm so ready to go all out, did you drink the wine for me? !

Varys and Littlefinger felt engulfed in a larger and deeper cloud of suspicion.For the self-proclaimed smart people, nothing in the world makes them more worried and uncomfortable than this: after finally clearing away the layers of fog, they feel that they have figured out the truth of the matter, but immediately find that it is not the case at all.

Varys tried his best to hide his astonished expression, but he couldn't help opening his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to better observe the surroundings and understand the situation by increasing the light-receiving area:

The wine was poured by the attendant just now in front of everyone, there was absolutely no gimmick;

The cup, he had sat at the table for a moment before Petyr arrived, and was sure it was clean and contained no pre-stored poison;

Iger drank all the wine in his glass without leaving a drop, neither staying in his mouth nor leaking from the corner of his mouth.

Ok……

Varys quietly turned his attention to the utensils for pouring wine: he had heard that in the far east, a craftsman had made a kind of exquisitely structured poison wine jug—it looked the same on the surface, but there were secrets hidden inside, and it was ingenious. It is divided into two compartments, which can be filled with two kinds of drinks. By corresponding to the two through holes, the air pressure can be used to control it to pour out any desired drink with a little manipulation. Is it possible that Iger used this trick?

It is a pity that what the attendant left on the other side of the table when he left was an ordinary open wine jug - there was no closed lid, and the transparent material of the glass made it transparent from the inside to the outside and could be seen through at a glance. There was no complicated structure at all. .

that……

He looked at Iger again—maybe, there was indeed poison in the wine, but this guy had already swallowed the antidote in advance, so he could drink the poisoned wine without fear, bewildered and lured him to make wrong judgments and be fooled without vigilance?

Shaking his head secretly, even Varys himself didn't believe this guess.He is not an ignorant fool who believes everything he hears. He has traveled across half of the known world by himself. He has killed many people who get in the way by various means. Which kind of poison that can kill people has a reliable antidote-that thing is just something that bards and masters imagined to make up stories... To put it bluntly, in the current known world, bachelors, doctors, etc. Compared with alchemists' research and understanding of substances, human beings only know what can poison people to death, and they can't even figure out why it can do this, so how can they prepare an antidote?

It is true that some drugs can curb the effects of poison to a certain extent, but at best they can only be regarded as diluting the poison and helping people hang their lives. Everyone in Winterfell, including the Queen, has the great advantage of being chopped into meat. Could he use his health to play tricks in order to kill himself?

This makes no sense.

Excluding all impossibilities, the conclusion is very clear: since the other party dared to drink up the wine, it means that there is absolutely nothing wrong with his glass of wine.

Either Iger poisoned his wine in some way that he hadn't seen or imagined - which is unlikely; The poisonous atmosphere in the room, so that he and Petyr can give himself and Petyr a severe blow, so that they will be scared out of their courage to make a fool of themselves, and they will never have the face and courage to dare to fight against it!

Think beautiful!

But the truth is, this kid almost did it!

Feeling that he had been tricked, Varys was instantly relieved from the horror that his life was at the last moment, and then another evil thought came to his heart: since he was suppressed by Myr's Thieves Guild and kicked out of the city-state, he has a lot. I haven't been teased this way in years!

Let you be proud for a while today, and tomorrow, you will die in an ugly and ugly way!

Under pressure and full of rage, Varys made up his mind with the remaining rationality: Even if there is only a chance that there is a possibility of poison in this cup, he will never drink it.

Putting on a helpless and guilty expression, he shook his head: "My lord commander, I'm really sorry, I'm not feeling well recently, this glass of good wine... I'm afraid I won't be so lucky to endure it."

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Chapter 552

"I don't know much about the food culture of Westeros, but whether it's in Caina, where I come from, or the northern border where everyone is at the moment, toasting and not drinking...is considered extremely rude." Drinking together His proposal hit a wall, and Iger's face darkened at a clearly recognizable speed and degree, "Master Varys's body looks very tough, how can he be ill, and can't even drink such a glass of wine?"

"I'm ashamed to say that intelligence work is really tiring...Under pressure, the stomach..."

"I don't care about your stomach, Lord Varys." Something started to get hot under the collar of the clothes, and Iger coldly interrupted the eunuch, "Actually, I don't care if you are rude, but you don't care what you say." The attitude of not drinking this glass of wine gives me the feeling that you didn’t take the mediation that I spent so much time to complete just now, and the consensus reached between us on Nanzheng. …When you turn around and go out of this door, there will be no less stumbling blocks, dirty tricks you should play, and bad things you should say in the queen's ear, and they will only get worse, so as to regain the place you lost today, yes Neither?"

"Your Excellency is overthinking." Varys shook his head without thinking, "After these days of thinking and consideration, in fact, without reminding and analyzing, I have also realized and realized that confronting Lord Petyr is not beneficial to the Queen's cause, and has achieved It is the most correct choice for the general support of the northern border and to start the southern expedition as soon as possible. Even if you don't organize this meeting today, Commander-in-Chief, I will persuade His Majesty after Lord Stark returns to Winterfell to let go of the war on Casta The pursuit of Ke and a group of neutral families..."

Obviously, it was completely right, but the octospider's answer showed no guilt or flaws, and it could be called a textbook-level stability like an old dog. However, it was only halfway through, but it was suddenly hit by an even bigger change. Duan: Iger, who was standing upright just a moment ago, suddenly pulled out the steel sword at his waist with a "boom" without any warning, and with a "boom" he pushed the tip of the sword obliquely onto the table, nailing it to the table that had been drunk and put down. Beside the empty glass.

Such actions naturally startled the other people in the room, and the two people who were sitting jumped up from their seats after a "scratch".

"Wait, I still have something to say!" Petyr raised his hands and shouted, while Varys drew out the dagger directly - the distance between the two of them was temporarily more than the length of the sword, but only when Iger's feet moved or initiated Attacking first, he will use the interior furnishings and another living person as cover, looking for a chance to counterattack while evading around.

"Forget all the bullshit." Iger suppressed the burning pain, his face was cold, he clenched the hilt of the sword, but his lower body did not move at all, "I said why Lord Varys is so stubborn, the feeling is given by the guy hidden in his arms Are you confident? It must be that I was too tactful before, so that you couldn't understand what I said, so let me change to a more vulgar and straightforward way of expression—"

"Today's wine—you have to drink it, or you have to drink it!" Suddenly, he changed his face and finished drinking in a low voice. He paused slightly, twisted his wrist and flipped the steel sword on the table, showing the blade The sharp side of the face adjusted the voice to the most deterrent and convincing deep state: "Drink it actively, everyone will be happy, and there will be nothing wrong; if you don't, you won't give me Iger West face, then don't blame me for using it. This sword—"helps" you drink it! Guess what? Whether it cuts the throat and pours it down the esophagus, or disembowels it and pours it directly into the stomach, the scene... Tsk, it's not very good!"

……

"If you don't drink, you don't give me face" - before traveling to the world of ice and fire, this sentence was firmly in the top three in Iger's "stupid words list". He never expected that this sentence he hated the most One of those words that will come out of his own mouth one day.

No matter how good a fine steel long sword is, it can't compare to the style of a Valyrian steel sword, but the former is not without any advantages: the newly polished blade has first-class reflection effect, and the bright cold light is accompanied by a slight rotation of the blade The eyes of the two intimidated people flashed, as if they were silently accompaniment to the straightforward threat of the bearer... The murderous aura was so real that it suppressed them so much that they felt tight.

The Unsullied outside the door could not save the scene. The two wise men who understood this very unanimously chose to remain silent rather than shouting for help to worsen the situation—seeing that Iger only drew his sword to threaten instead of directly attacking, Petyr was about to arrive The "persuade to advance" line on his lips was temporarily held in his throat, while Varys was holding the same shiny dagger without embarrassment, and for a while he didn't know whether to take it back or strike first.

If Iger's purpose was to be confusing, he's completely succeeded so far... Varys now, really, has no idea what he's up to.

If there was poison in the wine, of course he would not be able to coax himself to drink it, but he would drink it first; but if there was no poison in the wine, what kind of fool would draw his sword out—just to force others to "give himself a sip." face"?

Normally, Varys would spend hours, days, or even longer to ponder over the other party's true thoughts and plans... But now, he knew that he had to react as soon as possible: Seconds, the probability of Iger losing his patience and raising his sword to kill will double!

After a few seconds of frantically overdrawing his brain at full speed, he had a preliminary judgment on the situation.

What Iger thinks can be put aside for a while, but whether the wine is poisonous or not, there are only two possibilities: yes, or no!

If it is poisonous, then Iger will take a sip and then draw his sword to force himself to drink together, that is, to die with himself-whether this possibility exists will not be discussed, assuming it is true, then the other party who has made up his mind to risk his life Naturally, it is impossible to tolerate myself not drinking poisonous wine to escape from birth. Whether I drink it or not, I will die anyway anyway. Just a sword.

And if it is not poisonous, then there is only one explanation for the other party's stupid behavior of threatening his life just to force himself to drink a glass of fine wine other than developing madness: this guy wants to use this naive form to establish himself in this world. Half of the imperial court... the actual authority and leadership position among the Big Three under the Queen's command.Perhaps the smooth experience of being the commander-in-chief of the Night Watch and the Lord of the Land Grant gave Iger a one-sided experience. He might naively think that everyone in this world is like the commander of the Shadow Tower and Eastwatch. Once, he will always be obedient - once he and Petyr succumb to him this time, he will never dare to dare to confront him again!

This kind of world view is naturally stupid in the eyes of Quanyou Gaowan, who can bend and stretch, but considering that Iger is a reckless man who was born as a soldier, maybe he really thinks so!

Most of the doubts faded away again, Varys looked down at the dagger in his hand, and then at the glass of wine that was still safely placed on the table... What to do suddenly became a difficult decision.

If Iger didn't drink that glass of wine, then choose between "being poisoned" and "fighting", anyway, death, Varys naturally chooses the latter;

But now, the other party's behavior of doing it first has changed the glass of wine from "definitely poisonous" to "probably non-toxic". To make a choice between "survive"-the end of life and the end of life, there is a world of difference.

Is Iger being stupid, or is even this "hope of life" an illusion created by his careful calculations?

How many years has it been since I have faced such a problem that makes him worry about gains and losses?

Varys couldn't say, but he was sure of this: If he had planned for decades, and ended up being hacked to death by angering a fool for refusing to drink a glass of non-poisoned wine, even if he went to hell, he would die There was one who died again out of regret.

The ominous premonition was as vague as the background sound, but the desire to survive and the increasingly hostile expression on Iger's face made him unable to continue thinking.

Varys put away the dagger, and bowed with a smile on his face: "The small things for self-defense made the two adults laugh... old man, I have seen too much wind and rain, and I really can't be brave. Since the commander-in-chief If I'm so obsessed with this mere glass of wine, then I'm not going to be an iron-headed fool, and I'm just wronging my stomach!"

In order to ensure that there is still strength in case of a situation, the eunuch didn't even dare to sit back in the chair. He carefully reached out to pick up the wine glass, raised it in front of him, stared at Iger's figure from the corner of his eye, and took a sip.

Under Petyr's gaze, Egger's stiff face, which was already on the verge of eruption, relaxed a lot. His left hand pulled his collar unconsciously, but his right hand was still holding the steel sword, and he swiped his own drink with the tip of the sword. The empty glass that was knocked upside down on the table.

"Drink—light."

Now that the decision has been made, there is actually not that much difference between taking a sip and drinking a glass. Varys sighed secretly, and raised his glass again. What goes wrong really drinks it up.

Iger's expression became more relaxed, but he still didn't put down the weapon in his hand, but turned his head away, as if he was still puzzled and pointed at another person in the room: "Master Petyr, what did you want to say just now?" ? Doesn't it also happen to have a stomach upset and can't drink alcohol?"

The meaning couldn't be more clear, how dare Petyr pretend to be stupid, since even the dead eunuch judged that there was nothing wrong with the wine, he has nothing to be afraid of.

Without much nonsense, he also happily raised his glass and raised his neck, without emphasizing it, he drank it clean in one go.

The three glasses of wine were empty, and now Iger is finally not good, and there is no need to be serious anymore. He put his sword back into the scabbard, and put on a sincere smile: "Hey, look, why is this necessary. Sigh , Forget it... please allow me to apologize for my bad temper, today's matter will be disclosed, and no one is allowed to mention it in the future... please take a seat, this luncheon can make the first family of the northern border I used all the best ingredients I could find in the storage room, and in the cold winter, even a king can hardly have such enjoyment."

He put away his weapons, took the lead to sit down, called back the attendants who had left, and began to enjoy the food. The Hongmen Banquet, which had drawn their swords at each other a moment ago, turned back into a happy and harmonious dinner with colleagues in an instant.

After a whole night of targeted planning plus a little impromptu performance, he successfully took the most difficult but also the most important first step in his huge adventure on the Qingjun side. This is something to be happy about, but it may be too early to start relaxing, the plan In the next part, any omissions and mistakes in any place will cause endless troubles.

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Chapter 553 The Emperor Qing's side!

Varys and Petyr have traveled far and wide in their lives, and they are considered people who have experienced wind and rain. They have encountered dangers and crises that are much more exciting than this, but it is really the first time that a meal can eat such ups and downs. suffer.Based on their knowledge and experience, Zhou also sighed sincerely in his heart-"See you soon".

After experiencing a roller coaster of emotions, the two rivals decided to appease the irritable third party by giving in and pretending to be cowardly.After some effort, he managed to calm the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

Iger, who seemed to be in awe of the imperial court and grasped the situation, seemed satisfied. After that, he finally stopped any scary scenes. Instead, he chatted and laughed happily while enjoying the big meal, chatting with Varys and Petyr like old friends about the upcoming The meeting of lords held in Dongdong, and his vision of the upcoming coalition expedition to the south...

They said it was a "chat", but in fact, the two conspirators were terrified just now, and now they just want to coax this reckless man to eat and drink, so that he can retreat from the house, so how can he really argue with him or discuss?So, under their deliberate control, this conversation is completely following Iger's thoughts in a subtle and subtle way that makes it difficult for people to detect-led by one person, what does he say? is what.At most... that is, in order to avoid looking too perfunctory, the first two deliberately participated in it, inserting a question from time to time, and occasionally making two innocuous suggestions.

I didn't sleep well all night, and I was threatened by a real sword and a real sword. I didn't feel sleepy when I was pointed at by a sword. Now I sat down for a while after drinking, and pretended to eat something. Once I relaxed, I felt overwhelming. Tiredness suddenly surged.After dealing with Iger a few more words, Varys suddenly felt weak all over, and everything was boring. Not only did he not want to talk anymore, he even felt a little lazy to move his fingers.

Probably because I was also tired, or because I had finished what I needed to say, there was a brief silence at the table for no reason. About half a minute later, Iger, who chewed and swallowed the food stuffed in his mouth, put down his hands Cutlery, heads up.

……

"Cough—I thought about it." He cleared his throat, smacked his mouth again to clean up the food residue in the crevice of his mouth, and put his hand on the napkin, "The plan discussed just now is actually a bit small. Small blemish."

The two listeners braced themselves up and prepared to deal with it, but Iger stopped abruptly after only half a sentence—he raised his napkin, and under the watchful eyes of his four eyes, he was very leisurely...

Wiped his mouth.

Three circles to the left, three circles to the right, three circles to the top, three circles to the bottom...It seems to be swearing authority, and it seems to be playing petty temper, not tight and not slow, wipe it once...fold it in half, do it again...and so on twice , until the mouth was wiped clean, Petyr and Varys also waited quietly, and the night watchman spoke the second half of the sentence.

"I believe that both of you are loyal to the Queen, and I am very happy to reach an agreement on matters related to the Northern Territory and the Southern Expedition... However, our origins, growth, and vision experience are so different, even if we can barely come here today. Once consensus has been reached, how can we ensure that every time there are differences of opinion and ideas in the future, the conflict will be resolved and the conflict will be resolved satisfactorily?"

Again?

What a nerve!

Petyr and Varys got dizzy all of a sudden: they should act, they should pretend to be cowardly... They have already made all the concessions they can make within a reasonable range, obviously the atmosphere in this room just now is quite harmonious Now, Iger was only normal for a while, and now he said this sentence in a strange way, what kind of trouble is he trying to make, and there is no end to it?

Littlefinger suppressed his emotions, and said with a dry smile: "What is the commander-in-chief saying? Isn't it normal to have different opinions and disagreements? Everyone puts their own ideas on the table, brainstorms, and take a look clearly. After a debate, which one is better and which one is worse, and which one the queen wants to choose, won't it be clear naturally?"

"Brainstorming?" Iger chuckled, "Indeed, most of the time it's a good idea, but what about the premise? Everyone has common interests, ideals, and goals, and they are willing to work together." He shrugged , The tone changed, "The two adults are very smart, I don't want to deny it, but due to your own aristocratic attributes and the resulting fixed thinking mode, it is doomed: you will never be like me--understand what the Queen said personally. Thinking, and deeply understand what the Queen thinks. Under such circumstances, the talents and abilities of the two will not only not be advantages and strengths at certain times, but will instead become troubles and constraints, leading to meaningless internal friction."

(Isn't this saying in a roundabout way: I and Petyr are superfluous?)

Varys took a deep breath, his heartbeat that had just recovered began to speed up again, and he raised his vigilance again: "What do you say? Aren't we all loyal to His Majesty and trying to put the Queen on the Iron Throne? This is not a common interest, Ideals and goals?"

"No, at best, this can only be regarded as serving the same master and being crowded on the same boat... There is no disrespect, but among the three of us, the only one who can truly understand the Queen's ambition and ideal and is willing to fight for it is the next One person." Iger's face remained unchanged, gentle and elegant, but his tone was calm but he made wild words that made people dare not think about it, "For this reason, I have formulated a set of detailed and specific strategies. Your Majesty only needs to implement them step by step. Sit back lightheartedly on the Iron Throne and break the ... 'wheel of history' she always wanted to break."

"But it is precisely this plan that the two adults will definitely not agree to. After thinking about it, there is only one way to eliminate potential conflicts and prevent the conflicts and disputes that will inevitably occur in the future. That is ,Um……"

He paused, and with an unpredictable and strange smile, he said slowly: "Thank you two for helping Dani to come here, but next, if you can leave the Queen, I will accompany Your Majesty through the rest of the journey." Road, that would be the best."

Dani?

Is this kind of intimate and presumptuous title worthy of you, a newcomer who has just joined the team for a few months?

Moreover, what does it mean to leave the queen?Could it be that he and Varys resigned?

A joke, even if the two agree, will the queen agree to let them go?

If it is said that when Iger made a "forced drinking" before, Petyr could barely think that he was trying to scare Varys to give the eunuch a look, then this time he made even more arrogant and strange remarks, which is really true. He couldn't figure it out at all.Realizing that something was wrong, his heart started beating wildly like a drum, and his former eloquent teeth suddenly disappeared without a trace. His mouth was dry, and his majestic Queen's hand actually connected what to say, and he held back for a long time before thinking about it. Come out: "Lord Commander-in-Chief, you didn't even talk about the plan... how can you be sure, we will definitely not accept it?"

Littlefinger's plan is to use questions to induce Iger to answer, to delay time to delay the attack, and try to figure out its purpose so that he can take targeted countermeasures... But opposite him, Varys noticed the abnormality just like him, but after entering this room For a while, the completely opposite idea came up.

He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find it for a while. Find out what the problem is as soon as the sense of crisis arises, but today...

Suddenly, his heart beat faster and faster, and after a moment of hard thinking, he suddenly had an answer.

The problem is on yourself!To be precise, he "can't find the problem", which is the problem itself!His physical strength is slowly dissipating, and his thinking speed is also unknowingly slowing down, which leads to slow reaction and difficulty in thinking!

A moment ago, he thought it was the result of not getting a good rest last night and was taken aback again, but when Iger made those strange remarks that seemed nonsense and obviously meant, he revisited When vigilance is raised, abnormalities that are difficult to detect will be highlighted!

He didn't know how many important nights he stayed up all night in his life, but this time the fatigue and weakness he felt far exceeded the normal level!

He pursed his lips, almost exhausted the strength of his upper body, and clenched his fist again, only to be surprised to find that even his fingers began to feel numb.

poison?Anesthetic?Or... was she simply intimidated by Iger's weird speech and behavior?

He no longer had the strength to guess, but his lucidity told Varys: No matter what, it's never wrong to get out of this room as soon as possible!

"Commander-in-Chief, I feel a little unwell, so let me tell you first..." Varys stood up with his hands on the edge of the table, trying to maintain his clarity—it's a pity that he didn't finish his farewell, so he was puzzled by Iger Under the staring gaze and Littlefinger's surprised gaze, he froze in place.

A second later, the eunuch fell down on the side of the chair with a plop, as if his soul had been taken away in an instant.

"Lord Varys?" Petyr was stunned, and subconsciously stood up while being surprised, but he didn't know that the violent emotional changes and body movements would consume the last bit of dissolved oxygen that his blood circulation system was still struggling to transport. If he continued to sit , he may have a few more minutes to live, and still have the opportunity to make futile calls for help... But when he got up and stood up, his eyes went dark under the lack of oxygen in his brain, and he even pinched his neck and pointed at himself like in a work of art. The chance of the poisoner yelling "I will never let you go even if I die" was completely lost... Then he followed in the footsteps of his old enemy, fell to the ground without a sound, and died quickly.

God's.