Spellcasting Heavens

In the dark castle cellar, a bald fat man in a gorgeous silk robe was sitting at the desk, quickly flipping through a piece of paper full of tiny words, and then throwing the paper into the brazier next to him and burning it.

He was none other than Varys, known as The Octopus Spider.

As a person who makes a living by collecting and selling information, he has an exceptionally keen sense of danger. Often, before the danger arrives, he will first detect it and then take corresponding countermeasures.

It is by virtue of this that he has survived countless court battles.

No matter who becomes the king or who becomes the prime minister, he is still the unstoppable intelligence chief in the Imperial Council.

But today, Varys was a little uneasy for some reason. He always felt that he had overlooked something important, so he hid in the cellar alone, trying to find some clues from the latest information collected by Little Bird.

Just when he read the last note and was about to throw it into the brazier, there was a sudden noise of footsteps in the corridor outside.

Before he could realize what had happened, the closed door was slammed violently.

boom! boom! boom!

Boom!

The wooden door bolt only held on for three times, and immediately broke into two pieces, and the door flew out directly, knocking the furniture such as cabinets and tables into pieces.

Good afternoon, Lord Varys.

Following the mocking greetings, Zhang Cheng walked into the room and made a gesture to the guards behind while watching the bald fat man who was vigilant not far away.

The latter did not say a word, repaired the door with great speed, and disappeared at the end of the narrow and dark corridor.

After watching these irrelevant people leave, Zhang Cheng slowly came to the table, snatched the note from the other party and glanced at it, smiled and sarcastically said: If I guessed correctly, this is the little boy you are proud of. The information collected by the little birds, right? Geez, your heart is really vicious enough to use underage children to do such dangerous things.

Ser Mason Aspring, did you break in rudely to ridicule me? Varys demanded coldly.

Zhang Cheng slightly raised the corner of his mouth and waved his hand quickly: No, no, no, please don't misunderstand, I'm not mocking you. On the contrary, I'm praising your wisdom. Think about it, if it weren't for such viciousness How can you betray the master you are loyal to again and again? And you have successfully escaped a fatal disaster? And now you can still hide in the dark, secretly carry out a certain plan, even You can also influence Daenerys Targaryen across the ocean. You're so good as a Game of Thrones player that you can't help but want to cheer.

Sorry! I don't understand what you're talking about! Farewell! Varys was visibly panicked, trying to escape the terrified young man as quickly as possible.

After all, the conspiracy has huge destructive power, and the root cause is that it is difficult to be discovered. Once the conspiracy is exposed to the sun, only those who secretly plan the conspiracy will die.

Wait! Did I allow you to leave? Zhang Cheng took out his magic sword—the Messenger of the Soul, and pressed it against the opponent's throat.

The strong evil aura emanating from the blade suddenly made the Eight-clawed Spider take several steps back.

A psychologist once said that the more a person hates someone or something, the more subconsciously he fears that person and thing.

If the Hound hated and feared his tyrannical brother and Fire, Varys hated and feared an incomprehensible supernatural force—magic.

Aware of the strong rejection of the dead eunuch,

Zhang Cheng immediately waved his long sword.

Blink of an eye!

A green translucent figure appeared out of thin air in the room...

He has no legs, his lower body is completely a blur of fluorescent light, and his upper body is human-like. His scarlet eyes flash with naked malice, as if he might rush up at any time and devour people alive.

There is no doubt that this evil necromancer is the prisoner who died by the sword not long ago.

Now his soul has fallen into the abyss with the double blow of pain and torture, and has become a complete ghost.

Due to the appearance of the undead, the temperature in the room began to drop rapidly, and within a few seconds, a layer of hoarfrost grew on the ground and walls.

Damn! What the hell is this? You... what are you going to do?

Varys felt as if he was back in childhood, back to that terrible night, his face full of horror and helplessness.

What? Of course, to settle the little misunderstanding between us. You must not forget that during the tournament, you encouraged His Majesty Joffrey to kill me with the help of Sandor Clegane. What? After that, Zhang Cheng nodded at the undead servants beside him.

The ghost who got permission showed a cruel smile in an instant, opened his arms and rushed straight up.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The moment he touched the skin, which was completely composed of negative energy, Varys couldn't help screaming in pain, and his body began to age rapidly. In less than half a minute, there were a lot of wrinkles on the forehead, the corners of the eyes, and the cheeks. The otherwise smooth skin has also grown countless age spots.

In general, he suddenly changed from the appearance of a middle-aged man to that of an old man.

What is even more terrifying is that the extreme pain of the life force being taken away deeply stimulates every neuron. If he can choose, he would like to faint immediately, or be killed directly.

Unfortunately, he has no choice now.

How does it feel to be near death, Lord Varys? Don't worry, I didn't say it was a misunderstanding, so I won't kill you, but I will slowly clear the misunderstanding. As for how long it will take, then It depends on your cooperation. Zhang Cheng said, poured himself a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it.

Misunderstanding? You really know how to use words! Come on, what do I need to do to resolve this misunderstanding? Varys got up from the ground panting and asked back.

It's very simple, we need to talk about your prejudice against magic first, and then talk about your plan to restore the Targaryen family. Finally, I hope we can reach a consensus and do what we want to do without interfering with each other. In the process, you'd better not play tricks, know that I'm not a player who completely plays by the rules, and I have the ability to overturn the table when necessary.

Okay, where do we start?

Let's start with the tragic experience of your childhood.

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