A certain sword soul's infinite journey

"Varys!"

Cersei turned her head abruptly, glaring at Varys like an angry lioness, her once beautiful eyes were now bloodshot with ferociousness.

"I know you are closely connected with the Free Cities, tell me who did it, divine punishment? I don't believe in divine punishment? What kind of god would put divine punishment on my poor son, he is only 12 years old !"

Although this is indeed not divine punishment, your son is not pitiful either...

Varys bent slightly, and spoke softly.

"Your Majesty's wound seems to have been crushed by an invisible air arrow. The actual damage in the chest cavity is much greater than the superficial wound. Combined with the thunderous sound at that time and the distance between the assassin and His Majesty, it should be black." By magic..."

The development of the matter was actually smoother than Lin Yi imagined - Cersei was unwilling to dissect Joffrey's body, and the bullet hidden in Joffrey's body was not found.

Coupled with the special structure of the square at that time, the sound of the gunshot was amplified, and everyone thought it was a powerful black magic.

"Where's the assassin?" Cersei asked without looking up.

"The soldiers are still searching. According to my information, the assassin is a stranger from the east. He bought all the bread in stock on Flour Street, but no one knows where he hid the bread. Maybe it has something to do with the ritual of magical activation. Regarding, my people said that he is a foreign nobleman with delicate skin, now it seems that he is probably a wizard..."

Having said that, Varys paused slightly, pointing to the corpse held up by two guards.

"This person has been in extreme fear since he woke up, and died after seeing the bloody three-headed dragon carved on his stomach. Maester Pycelle said that he was frightened to death, but he died I've been muttering about 'the red-handed demon' and 'the devil's curse' before, so the real cause of his death is yet to be discussed..."

"The red-handed demon..."

Cersei blushed and quickly accepted this setting.

Compared with the punishment of the gods, she is more willing to believe that her son died under the curse of the devil.

Looking at the angry Cersei, Varys thought about it and spoke carefully.

"Words come from the east that the little Targaryen girl is now Khaleesi of the Dothraki, and is said to have won the favor of her husband Khal Drogo, and is pregnant with the horse king's child. With her current status, it is not difficult to entrust a wizard to take revenge, it's just..."

Varys seemed hesitant.

"Just what..."

Cersei said flatly.

"This wizard is too powerful..."

Varys sighed.

"powerful?"

Cersei sneered, her beautiful eyes were full of hatred and sadness.

"If he is really too strong to fight, why did he kill my poor son and leave so quickly?"

Maybe his only target was Joffrey, or maybe he just didn't care...

Varys couldn't believe that the owner of those eyes was afraid of mere mortals, but he nodded in agreement with Cersei—a wise man never tried to reason with a woman in a rage.

"Second... queen, it seems King Robert killed him too..."

Varys sighed.

Although Robert is not a wise king, but when he was alive, no one in the Seven Kingdoms dared to have any wrong thoughts. For a eunuch with world peace in mind, he was regarded as the top three existence among the generations of emperors he assisted .

"..."

Hearing what Varys said, Cersei's eyes twitched, she didn't say anything, and couldn't say anything.

Only she and her father Tywin knew that Robert was killed by their design. Even if he didn't encounter a wild boar, he might stumble, encounter a poisonous snake, or miss an arrow.

The wizard didn't know that, but he certainly knew Robert hadn't killed him.

Therefore, judging from the object of Targaryen's hatred, Cersei believes that the so-called first one in the message should be Ed Stark who just ordered the beheading.

After all, according to the gold-cloaked guard, the wizard had been there long before Ed was beheaded.

He didn't attack and kill Joffrey immediately, but waited until Ed was beheaded before killing Joffrey. It seemed that he was happy to see the result, no matter in terms of his goal, process or result, he was very much in line with a Targaryen The image of the killer.

Seeing that Cersei was losing her mind, Varys sneered inwardly.

As the person who holds the most secrets in this country, how could he not know that Robert was killed by Lannister?

Chapter 9 Debts must be paid

"Come on!"

When she came back to her senses, Cersei gritted her teeth and shouted.

"Go and tell everyone, whether it's money, beauty, title or power, I will give them whatever they want, as long as someone can catch the demon who killed my son!"

"Yes!"

Looking at the Kingsguard walking out, Varys sighed inwardly.

"Varys!"

Varys responded respectfully: "My queen."

"I know you've seen that face before, go and draw him and paste it on every street and alley in King's Landing City, I'll make him invisible!"

"Yes……"

Varys nodded, turned and followed the golden robe away.

With his head lowered, Varys couldn't help but feel lost when he recalled those eyes that were not like mortal things.

Could it be, are there really gods in this world?

But why don't the gods respond to his suffering followers?

Yes……

If the gods are like those eyes, what is the difference between ordinary things in the world and flowers and trees, rocks and rivers to them?

Immersed in unspeakable complex emotions, Varys slowly exited the hall.

Only Cersei and the cold corpse in her arms remained before the Iron Throne.

Cersei lowered her head, stroked tenderly, and murmured.

"My son, I will definitely avenge you..."

"Lannister, you must pay your debts!"

……

"My son is in their hands?"

At the end of the long hotel hall, Tywin Lannister, wearing a big red cloak, stood with his hands behind his back, asking in a hoarse voice.

"Yes... my lord."

The messenger's voice was even hoarse than Tywin's. His clothes were torn, and the dried blood covered the family emblem on his chest.

One of your two sons...

Tyrion sipped his wine.

The princes and generals were also in an uproar.

Tywin pressed his palm, the princes and generals in the long hall fell silent, and the messenger began to report the battle situation.

"how can that be?"

cried Ser Harris Swyfer, after hearing the messenger's report.

"How is it possible? After the battle in the Whispering Forest, Riverrun is still surrounded by large armies! What is Sir James thinking? How could he divide the troops into three places? He should know the risks involved, right?"

He knows better than you, a coward who relied on his daughter and Lannister to climb up relatives!

Tyrion sneered in his heart, but he wisely chose to remain silent, not arguing with Ser Swyfer at the critical moment of this army.

"I would have done the same."

Kevan Lannister spoke calmly.

"Sir Harris, you have never seen Riverrun, or you would have known that Jaime had no choice. Riverrun sits at the tip of the delta where the River Turnstone joins the Red Fork, which forms the sides of the triangle, and once it meets Dangerous, the Tullys will open the upstream gates and create a moat on the third side, turning Riverrun into an island in the middle of the river."

His tone was so calm that it didn't sound like a rebuttal, something Tyrion didn't think he could do.

"Lord Kaifeng is right." The messenger nodded and said helplessly, "If we want to cut off the support from all parties in Riverrun, we must place one on the north bank of the Tengshi River, the south bank of the Hongyou River, and the west bank of the moat. The army. But without any warning and the river divided the camp, they suddenly attacked the camp on the north bank..."

"Where's your scout?"

Ser Gregor Clegane's deep voice sounded.

"Our scouting troops have been disappearing recently. We thought it was Marco Piper's fault, but the people who came back found nothing."

"Is it?" said Ser Gregor indifferently. "That means they don't need eyes."

The messenger shuddered.

Fortunately, Sir Gregor turned his head and looked at Tywin at the top of the long table.

"Gouging out their eyes and handing them over to the replacement scout, tell him that he hopes four eyes can see better than two... If he still can't, then the next person will have six eyes."

The muscles on the faces of the princes and generals in the hall twitched, and they did not speak tacitly.

Tywin turned around and glanced at Ser Gregor, his majestic old face couldn't tell whether it was approval or disgust.

"Looks like that Stark kid isn't as young as we thought."

Tyrion still took up his responsibilities as a son in time, which eased the atmosphere in the hall.

"That kid, he was accompanied by a monster-like wolf... I didn't fight them. I heard that the monster killed four living people and killed more than a dozen horses." The messenger said.

"So... about Renly and Stannis..." a grizzled lord asked.

"It's true." Tywin nodded expressionlessly, "Two weeks ago, Renly Baratheon married Margaery Tyrell in High Court and became king. The bride's father He and his brother have knelt down and sworn allegiance to him."

"Oh gods!"

Ser Harris Swyfer wailed.

"The army is broken, Jaime is captured, Renly and Stannis are targeting us again, it's a disaster... Maybe we should make peace with them..."

"Reconciliation?"

Tyrion sneered, drained the wine in his glass, and threw it on the ground.

"This is the peace you want, Ser Harris. All peace has been shattered since my wise nephew decided to adorn the Red Keep with Lord Eddard's head."

"Speaking of which, Lord Tywin, His Majesty Joffrey's injury..." Ser Harris Swyfer turned his head.

"go out!"

Tywin said suddenly.

"Everyone get out!"

Everyone fell silent, stood up silently, and saluted Tai Wen.

No one wants to piss off a man who just lost a grandson and is now about to lose a son, and neither does Tyrion.

"No, Tyrion, you stay, Kevan, so do you. Everyone else backs down."

Tyrion was a little surprised, but he obeyed his father's order.

After everyone left, Tywin motioned for the two to sit down.

"you're right."

Tywin sat next to Tyrion.

"If Eddard Stark had lived, we could use him to make peace with Winterfell and Riverrun, and buy time to deal with Robert's brothers. But..."

"But thanks to my good nephew, we have no way out now." Tyrion sneered, "Perhaps the rumors about King's Landing have some truth, even the gods can't see his stupidity anymore."

"The rumors about King's Landing are true." Tywin said suddenly, "We will have a new king soon."

"The new king?" Kevan was shocked. "Joffrey is really dead? The gods—"

"That's a wizard from the Eastern Free City." Tywin glanced at him, "Wise and calm, Kevan."

"...Yes." Kefeng nodded.

"Words have come from my daughter that the wizard was an assassin found by the wandering little Targaryen girl, and killed my grandson with magic before or after he foolishly stepped onto the stage--this news is not yet in place. Diffusion in the military."

"Raising a tiger is a disaster." Tyrion gloated in his eyes.