Chapter 153 Death of the King

"Petyr Baelish is dead!?"

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

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

"Damn 'Red Viper'!" Duke Ed cursed, "He is murder!"

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."

"Missing?" Duke Ed was furious, "Isn't he locked in a dark cell? 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, a dungeon guard named Logan disappeared at the same time. , so we suspect that this man 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 ship will be allowed to leave before I get 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 already 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 his attendants 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.

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

He is also the Guardian of the North after all, 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 came to Steel Street today to see what Varys said was another **** son of King Robert.

He was a big boy of sixteen or seventeen, just like Robert when he was young.

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

Now is far from the time to rest, the exhausted Duke Ed cheered himself up.

He has to avenge Robert, and Jon Arryn...he has to do him justice.

However, at this moment, he suddenly remembered the advice of the Baron of Yingzuiyu

Face only one enemy at a time.

Only face one enemy?

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

"My lord, just now the gold-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.

Finally made up my mindsorry, Robert, I want to avenge Jon first!

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

Samwell opened the door, and saw Natalie standing outside.

"Good morning, Sam!" The little girl was wearing a light yellow silk dress, with a white brocade cloak on her shoulders, her soft dark hair coiled 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.

"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 confidential."

"Huh!" 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 done.

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 couldn't wait to take 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 the original 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 spirituality.

Natalie watched Samwell drink down a bowl of soup, hesitated to take another sip, but stuck out her tongue uncomfortably: "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 go."

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' has escaped."

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

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

"I heard that 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 that the "Red Viper" would actually kill that old guy.

He immediately realized that the other party blamed the death of "Littlefinger" on Pycelle, and suspected that the Lannister family deliberately framed him.

I have to say that this suspicion is quite reasonable, there is already a blood feud between Lannister and Martell.

"Did anyone else get killed?" Samwell asked.

"Nothing else."

That's okay. 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's 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 well, now Donne is justified and I 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 he 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 to remind, 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 sparkling.

In addition to adding spiritual attributes, could this keel soup also increase fire resistance?

Is this trying to **** the title of "Unburner" from Long Ma?

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

Does not appear to be completely immune to fire damage.

It may also be that I haven't drunk enough.

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

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

Dragon bone soup is really good!

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

Samwell touched his round belly, thinking with half happiness and half pain.

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

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

I don't know if it's because the panel can't 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 gnaw the bone directly.

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

You have to try it, maybe the bones of this little dragon 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 and said, "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, picked up the kettle and continued to add water.

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

Samwell put the lid back on the pot and sighed secretly.

Hey, if you can't chew the bones, you can only continue to drink soup.

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

Let's see if it can be boiled by cooking more.

"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..." The corners of Samwell's mouth curled up, "The 'Red Viper' will not 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 felt relieved.

Just then, a loud bell rang outside.

One sound after another.

It was hurried and shrill, and it seemed that the bells in the entire 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 King, is dead."

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

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

(end of this chapter)