Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"You haven't seen Lysa Tully?"

Asked Prince Oberyn as he helped his dusty lover Ellaria Sand take off her cloak.

"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, lost in thought.

Ellaria took a sip of her wine, calmed down, 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 little serious: "It's not right. Hmph, some people probably 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?" asked Prince Oberyn.

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

At this moment, there was a sudden 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 attendants 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 is going to 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!

Ed Stark had made it clear before that the trial would be postponed, and Renly Baratheon dared to risk offending the king's hand to force a trial.

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

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

He didn't want to face that Dornish madman.

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

"Bylan, Bylan! Take all the guards and come 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 startled me!"

Petyr complained, but there was still no response.

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

Bailan finally spoke, without any fluctuations in his tone, as plain 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 immediately he tensed up and blurted out:

"You are not Bylan! You are the Faceless!"

"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 the Red God a life, and if he does not pay back, someone will take his life."

The faceless man's gaze made Petyr feel an endless chill, 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—where's my knight?"

"Until a man keeps his word, someone is a man's knight."

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

"One won't let someone else take a man's life until the man's debt is paid off."

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

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

The thought of the impending trial gave him a headache.

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

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

The Faceless Man also followed quickly, his footsteps were extremely light, almost without a sound.

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

"Where did he go?"

"Master Genos didn't say anything."

Petyr was not discouraged, he 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 Jonos Slynt here?"

"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 holding 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 spear head was black and shiny, shining with a palpitating faint light.

"run!"

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

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

"Petyr Baelish!" roared Prince Oberyn, drawing his spear from the wall, "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, with unstoppable ferocity in his swiftness, 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 freeze.

"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 two knives flew flying with a slap, and they blasted straight at his face without losing momentum.

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 unafraid, and swept his spear across, bringing out a bloody light, so that the guards didn't dare to approach at all.

Prince Oberyn didn't bother 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, locked onto Petyr's figure again 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 gold robes to stop Prince Oberyn.

Petyr was overjoyed when he heard this voice, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Prince Oberyn relentlessly chasing after 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 a 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!

The blood burst out, and Petyr felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and then the sky spun, and the whole person flew out.

A dozen or so golden robes finally arrived and cooperated with Petyr's bodyguards to surround Prince Oberyn.

"Lord Petyr, are you alright?"

Genos ran over and asked.

Petyr was dizzy from the fall, and he struggled to get up from the ground after a long while, 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 penetrated into the bone, but it got stuck inside due to insufficient strength.

Petyrton was crying like ghosts and howling like wolves.

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

A knife flashed.

"ah!!!"

The broken arm fell to the ground, and 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 shouting:

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

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