Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Petyr Baelish is dead!?"

Inside the blacksmith shop, Duke Ed, the Hand of the King, received a piece of news that shocked him.

"Yes, Lord Ed, when the jailer went to bring Lord Petyr to stand trial this morning, he found that he was silent. It seemed that it was caused by the broken arm..."

"Damn 'Red Viper'!" Duke Ed cursed, "He's murdering!"

When the attendant heard the name, he reported again:

"My lord, about His Royal Highness Prince Oberyn, he, he..."

"What happened to Oberyn?"

"He's gone."

"Disappeared?" Duke Ed was furious, "Isn't he locked in a dark prison? How could he disappear?"

"My lord...we don't know...but when the jailer went looking for someone this morning, he saw that the cell was empty, and there was no sign of Prince Oberyn. However, at the same time, there was also a man named Logan The dungeon guards, so we suspect this is the man who let Prince Oberyn go."

Duke Ed said in a hurry: "You immediately notify Sir Janos to close the city gate and search the whole city! Then notify King's Landing Port, and no ships will be allowed to leave without my permission!"

"Yes, my lord."

"Where are the other Dorne nobles?" Duke Eddard asked again, "Where is Princess Arianne?"

"The nobles of Dorne are basically still there, but Princess Arianne...is gone too."

"Where's Prince Oberyn's lover? And where are his illegitimate daughters?" Duke Ed had realized that this was a premeditated escape, so these few people probably wouldn't stay, but he held Fortunately, I still have to ask.

"It's gone too. The Martell family only has servants and guards in the city."

"I see." Duke Ed waved the attendant to leave.

The attendant hesitated for a moment, but asked cautiously, "My lord, will today's trial... still be held?"

"Cancel it." Duke Ed just felt a splitting headache.

King Robert hadn't had a good rest since he was dying of a wound.

No, it should be that since becoming the Hand of the King, he hasn't had a good rest.

After all, he is also the Guardian of the North, the Duke of Winterfell, but managing the Seven Kingdoms is not at the same level of difficulty as managing the North.

Duke Ed just felt physically and mentally exhausted.

He had come to Iron Street today to see what Varys had said was another bastard son of King Robert.

He was a boy of sixteen or seventeen, just as Robert had been when he was young.

Seeing him, Duke Ed seemed to see Robert back then, and his heart was filled with anger and sadness.

It was far from the time to rest, and the exhausted Duke Ed cheered himself up.

He must avenge Robert, and Jon Arryn...he must bring justice to him.

However, at this moment, he suddenly remembered the advice of the Baron of Yingzui Island——

At a time, only face one enemy.

Facing only one enemy?

While Duke Ed was contemplating, he suddenly saw an attendant rushing over again, reporting:

"My lord, just now the golden-cloaked guards discovered that Master Pai Xier was also brutally killed!"

"What! Who did it?"

"They suspect that it is Prince Oberyn..."

"Oberon Martell!" Duke Eddard said the name through gritted teeth.

I finally made up my mind—sorry, Robert, I want to avenge Jon first!

After finishing speaking, he no longer cared about the stiff and confused illegitimate son, and strode away.

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Boom——

Samwell opened the door, and saw Natalie standing outside.

"Good morning, Sam!" The little girl was wearing a pale yellow silk dress, with a white brocade cloak on her shoulders, her soft dark hair curled up high, and her purple eyes were full of smiles.

"Good morning, Natalie." Samwell patted the little girl's head habitually, but this time he was careful not to mess up her hair.

"Huh? What's the smell?" Natalie's small and exquisite nose twitched.

"Oh, I'm making soup." Samwell let her into the room and closed the door behind him.

"What kind of soup are you cooking?" Natalie looked curiously at the pot on the ground by the window, "Why does it taste strange?"

Samwell squatted on the ground, stirred the pot with a wooden spoon, and said with a smile:

"This is a secret."

"Hmph!" Natalie pouted, but she couldn't help but said, "Is it cooked? Can I have a taste?"

"It should be fine." Samwell actually didn't know, but he thought that he had stayed up all night, so it should be almost the same.

He scooped up two bowls of soup with a wooden spoon and handed one of them to Natalie.

"Thank you!" Natalie held up her hands, blew on the hot air, and then eagerly took a sip.

But in the next second, the little girl's face wrinkled together: "It's so hard to drink!"

The taste is really strange, with a strong fishy and astringent taste, which is hard to swallow.

But Samwell still suppressed his nausea and drank the whole bowl of soup.

Because, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his spiritual attributes actually started to improve!

After killing a bowl of keel soup, his spiritual attribute increased from 2.19 to 2.21!

Eating too much ghost grass before had weakened its effect, and his spiritual attributes hadn't increased much for a long time, but today, he finally found another food that can increase his spirit.

Natalie watched Samwell drink down a bowl of soup, hesitated to take another sip, but stuck out her tongue in pain: "No, it's too bad. Sam, how can you drink it?"

Because it can add attributes!

"You can't taste its true taste. Don't give it to me, don't waste it."

"Oh, here you are."

Samwell took Natalie's bowl and drank it down again.

Natalie put her chin on her knees and said, "Sam, have you heard? Today's trial has been cancelled."

"Well, I heard." Samwell scooped up another bowl for himself, "'Littlefinger' is dead, and 'Red Viper' is gone."

"Yes. That Prince Oberyn . . . too much."

"Yes, yes." Samwell nodded while drinking non-stop.

"I heard he killed Grand Maester Pycelle before he escaped."

"Huh? Pycelle is dead too?" Samwell scooped up the soup. He didn't go out this morning. He didn't expect the "Red Viper" to kill the old guy.

He immediately realized that the other party blamed the death of "Littlefinger" on Pycelle, and suspected that the Lannister family wanted to frame him on purpose.

It has to be said that this suspicion is quite reasonable, there is already a blood feud between Lannister and Martell.

"Was anyone else killed?" Samwell asked.

"Nothing else."

That's fine. Samwell secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the "Red Viper" really went crazy and started killing in the Red Castle, it would be troublesome.

Fortunately, the opponent is still restrained.

"Where are the Martell family? Are they all gone?" Samwell felt relieved and continued to drink soup.

"Princess Arianne and the prince's lover are gone, but the servants and guards are still there."

Very good, now Donne is justified and can't tell.

Samwell can also use the power of the Iron Throne to weaken Dorne, and find the right time to gain more benefits and territory.

Natalie watched Samwell drink up a large pot of soup in such a short time, and couldn't help but wonder:

"You drink so fast, isn't it hot?"

Samwell was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he seemed to be drinking faster and faster. At the beginning, he needed to blow and blow to cool down, and then poured the hot soup directly into his mouth, but he didn't feel it at all.

Amazed, Samwell tentatively stretched out his hand to the flame under the iron pot.

"Be careful!" Natalie screamed and reminded, but saw that Samwell's hand was wrapped in flames, but there was no trace of burns, "Doesn't it hurt?"

Samwell shook his head, his eyes brightened.

Could it be that in addition to adding spiritual attributes, this keel soup can also increase fire resistance?

Is this trying to grab the title of "Unburned" from Longma?

But after more than a minute, Samwell finally felt a tingling between his fingers.

It does not appear to be completely immune to fire damage.

Or maybe you haven't been drinking enough.

Samwell withdrew his fingers, put them to his mouth and blew.

I saw that there was no trace of burns on the skin, but it was simply hot.

Keel soup is really good!

It's just a little too much to drink all of a sudden.

Samwell stroked his round belly, thinking half with joy and half with pain.

His mental attribute at this time has been raised to 2.32, plus the acquired fire resistance, compared with this, it's nothing to drink a little and a bloated stomach.

However, fire resistance is not reflected in the attribute panel.

I don't know if it is because the panel cannot reflect the flame resistance, or the flame resistance is not perfect enough to be displayed temporarily.

Samwell looked at the crystal clear keel left in the pot, wondering if he could chew the bone directly.

But remembering that even the giant sword [Dawn] couldn't cut through Balerion's teeth before, Samwell felt that he might not be able to bite.

You have to try it, maybe the little dragon's bones are not so hard, and it has survived for so long.

Do whatever you want, he immediately picked up the keel, put it in his mouth, and bit it hard——

Click!

Damn it! Can't bite!

Almost knocked out his teeth.

Natalie giggled when she saw it: "Sam, why is this bone so hard!"

Samwell shrugged helplessly: "After all, it is the bone of a dragon."

"Dragon?" Natalie blinked, "Liar! How could the skull of the dragon be so small? And where did you find the bones of the dragon?"

"I picked it up on the road." Samwell had no choice but to throw the skull back into the pot, and picked up the kettle to continue adding water.

Natalie became even more convinced that the other party was lying to her.

Samwell put the lid back on the pot and sighed to himself.

Hey, I can only continue to drink soup if I can't gnaw my bones.

It's just that the stomach is too full to bear.

See if it boils over time.

"Sam, since Prince Oberyn has run away, is there no need for a trial?" Natalie asked again.

"The Iron Throne should ask Dorne for someone. But..." Samwell's mouth curled up, "The Red Viper will never come to King's Landing again."

"what should I do then?"

"If you don't come, then send troops to fight Dorne. This guy took three lives, Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King, Petyr Baelish, the Minister of Finance, and Pacelle, the Grand Maester. Hehe, if the Iron Throne doesn't If you can't hang this poisonous snake, there will be no prestige at all."

Natalie suddenly became nervous: "Then... will it hit Starfall City?"

"Don't worry." Samwell rubbed the little girl's head, "Although you are the lord of Dorne, you can stand on the side of justice this time. When the Iron Throne issues a war order, you will also announce that you will fight with the Martell family." Just draw the line."

"Oh, okay." Natalie nodded, and then she was relieved.

At this moment, a loud bell rang outside.

Clang—clang—clang—

One after another.

Urgent and shrill, it seemed that all the bells in King's Landing City rang for a while.

"Sam, what's going on?" Natalie was a little flustered.

Samwell stood up and looked out of the window. Disturbed by the sound of the bell, birds were fluttering about in the sky of King's Landing.

"Our Majesty the King is dead."

Hearing this, Natalie immediately covered her mouth and widened her eyes.

"The king is gone." Samwell murmured with deep eyes, "War is coming."