A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 10 Masks
In the majestic and empty hall, there was only a middle-aged man with gray temples, standing under the Iron Throne that everyone in the Seven Kingdoms longed for, staring up blankly with a pair of gray-green eyes.

"How does it feel when you imagine yourself sitting on it?"

A slightly neutral voice sounded from behind, Petyr Baelish was startled, but his expression remained calm.

"All the ministers and maids will salute you with smirks, including those who have been laughing at you all these years..."

"The head is gone, how can you still salute with a smirk?" Petyr Baelish asked rhetorically.

"What an ambitious and ruthless man." Varys said with a smile.

Petyr smiled indifferently: "What if it was you?"

"what?"

"Sit in that chair."

"Hehe..." Varys laughed, "If there is anyone in King's Landing who doesn't want to be king, I must be one of them."

"I don't want to offend all the people in the Seven Kingdoms who want to sit on the throne because of the throne-well, and that crazy little Targaryen girl overseas."

"What? Afraid of that wizard?"

"Aren't you afraid?" Varys asked back.

"..."

Petyr turned his head and glanced at him, and said irrelevantly.

"I've been thinking about whether what I've done all these years is meaningful, in front of that kind of magical method that I can't forget once I see it."

"You are humble, Lord Baelish." Varys smiled, "For this issue, I believe the bones buried under the brothel have more say than me."

"A person who came from another land, suffered discrimination and setbacks, experienced panic and fear..."

Petyr's tone was that of a bard.

"But you endured in the end, whispering in the ear of kings... I admire you, Lord Varys."

"I admire you too, Lord Baelish."

With a smile on his face, Varys looked at Petyr who was also smiling, but only the two parties could know how real or fake the smile was.

"Let's talk..." Petyr turned around and walked out of the hall.

"Say what?" Varys followed.

"The wizard."

"Wizard..." Varys sighed. "Over the years, my men have captured all kinds of people who claim to be wizards, but they are all impostors who pretend to be ghosts."

"Oh really?" Petyr laughed, "I'm sorry for what happened to these fakes, but the people we discussed this time killed our new... king."

As he said that, Petyr seemed sincere, but he said indifferently: "Sorry, I have never seen such a quick change of throne in my life, and I am not used to it for a while."

"Understandable." Varys said with a smile, "But there is one thing to correct. It was not a completely invisible thunder. Sandor Clegane said he saw a fleeting fire."

"Really?" Petyr frowned, keeping this information in his heart calmly.

"Believe me, there are very few fake wizards in King's Landing, so every wizard who can appear in King's Landing is worthy of vigilance, and the wizard who assassinated the king..."

Speaking of this, the pair of eyes that made him lose his mind and awe again appeared in Varys' mind.

"Why..." Petyr Baelish looked at him, "Does Lord Varys have any information?"

"That's a really magical wizard." Varys straightened his face, "To be honest, I absolutely don't want to provoke such a person."

"Lord Varys was joking."

Petyr laughed.

"Even the king blessed by the gods died because of him, how dare I provoke him?"

……

……

The bells of King's Landing rang again, just as they had when Robert died.

Lin Yi was lying on a balcony in a complex alleyway, covered with a light brown woolen blanket, and potted plants and flowers were piled up on the edge of the balcony.

"Your name is Ali now, understand?"

Some slight voices came from below.

"A poor orphan, Ali, like every other orphan in this city."

"I……"

"You have to know that it's not difficult to get out of the city. It's rare to go on the road. We will have a long way to go—oh yes, thanks to the wizard who assassinated the king, it's not so easy to get out of the city now."

"Wizard? The arrest warrant says it's a demon!"

"Oh really? Even if it was a devil, it was the devil who avenged your father's death, kid, now you are no longer that noble lady, you are an orphan that no one cares about, an orphan doesn't care if you are a wizard Or the devil killed the king, he wants to know how to solve the next meal."

"I... I just thought that figuring out the situation would help me find him sooner..."

"Ha! What? You want to be a wizard too? Or a demon?"

"If it's going to get me revenge..."

Arya said seriously.

"..."

Yoren frowned and stopped, taking the little girl seriously for the first time.

"Listen, I'm responsible for bringing you safely to the north, and other things are up to you, and it has nothing to do with me anyway. So, now, tell me what's your name?"

"... Ali"

"Good boy... No one will check an orphan in detail, because it is superfluous. Every orphan in King's Landing is like this."

Saying this, Yoren shook his head.

"This time I got twenty people, they are not like your illegitimate brother... Your father asked me to pick people from the dark prison, and there are no noble young masters in the people below, no matter how old or young they are, they are not good people." .If you let them know who you are, at least half of them will hand you over to the Queen Mother without even thinking about it, in exchange for amnesty and a few copper coins. The other half will do the same, but they will fuck you a few times first .”

Arya had never heard such a vulgar instruction, her little face was flushed, but it was covered by the thick dust on her face.

Yoren didn't seem to see Arya's expression, or did and didn't care.

"So you have to be careful. Don't drink too much water if you have nothing to do. Peeing is the most troublesome. If you want to urinate, find a forest where no one is there. Remember, you are not a nobleman here, you are just an unwanted person. Orphans, donning black is the most glorious moment you can meet in your life."

The voices in the alley gradually faded away.

The corners of Lin Yi's mouth curled up slightly, then he took off the blanket covering his body, stood up, turned around and walked towards the room connected to the balcony.

"My lord, the mask is ready..."

The gray-haired old man handed over a black mask tremblingly.

Lin Yi took the mask, stroked the fabric twice with his fingers, and then nodded with satisfaction.

His face has been wanted by Cersei. Although for some unknown reason, the appearance on the wanted notice is really not flattering, but this standard northern Han face is still too conspicuous in Westeros.

Therefore, Lin Yi took out the black T-shirt he brought with him in his inventory, found a tailor shop, and asked them to make something similar to Kakashi's mask.

When he appeared in front of the owner of this tailor shop, the old guy actually recognized him from the arrest warrant. This strange burden made Lin Yi sigh for the wisdom of his decision-making.

Putting away the mask, Lin Yi threw a small piece of silver into his hand, and then, with the old man's happy and terrified expression, pulled out his hair.

"Listen up, old man."

Lin Yi looked at him indifferently, pinching the old man's hair with his fingers, and shaking a rectangular object with his other hand.

The old man's eyes widened with horror on his face - he watched this thing appear in Lin Yi's hands instantly from scratch.

"In the mercy of the gods, I spare your life. But..."

Lin Yi pressed the lighter, and the flames crept high, and then ignited the greasy gray hair. With the crackling sound of deflagration, these hairs instantly turned into fly ash.

Looking indifferently at the terrified old man, Lin Yi turned and left, leaving only one sentence.

"You have been cursed by the flames, if I hear anything about me from outside... think about your hair..."

"understand!"

The old man was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he knelt on the ground with his head like a pounding garlic. His cloudy eyes were filled with the joy of being alive after the catastrophe, but even so, the hand that was holding the money tightly was still not loosened.

(End of this chapter)