boyutpedia Chapter 70: Yellow Mud Falls into My Crotch
Chapter 70: Yellow Mud Falls into My Crotch
James was dumbfounded. "Dude? How come I didn't know about this?"
Wait, could it be that Father secretly...? No way, I didn't receive any news at all! And if it was Father, why would he kill Grand Secretary Paisell?
Is the premise of cooperation that the other party wants to vent their anger by taking the head of Grand Secretary Paisell?
To be honest, James felt a little numb facing all the stares he was being directed at. He was unsure whether there was any connection between his father's behavior and his father's.
Of course, even if it were true, he wouldn't admit it at this moment, so he said:
"I killed the Mad King with my own hands!"
Oh, it's alright then.
The courtiers, including Robert and Ed, all looked away.
Jaime colluding with the Targaryens? How could that be? If Jaime were colluding with the Targaryens, then Ser Barristan would be a Targaryen spy!
This assassin, framing someone without even considering who the target is, is utterly stupid.
Of course, everyone just kept these thoughts to themselves. After all, if the assassin was a fool, then what was Lord Renly, who was killed by the assassin?
Ah, what a good person you were, I remain silent for you.
Damn it, he was careless. He swallowed hard as he lifted the weight. He remembered the identity of the knight he had splashed dirty water on. He remembered seeing this guy in the cutscene when he first entered the game. Wasn't this the guy who backstabbed Viagra?
sloppy.
But there are still some steps to take!
"Sir Ilyn Payne!" Robert commanded.
A tall, thin figure emerged from the courtiers' ranks and bowed to the king.
"Tear out this assassin's tongue!" Robert commanded.
A glint flashed in Sir Ilyin's eyes. He silently drew his dagger from his waist and quietly approached the weightlifter.
When a bald, sparsely shaved, and pockmarked face came into view, his instinctive reaction to weightlifting was resistance, and he quickly said:
"Don't come any closer! You ugly creature!"
"I told you not to come any closer! Damn it, are you deaf, or can't you speak properly?!"
Ilin strode forward, grabbed the weightlifter's hair, and revealed a hint of anger in his deep-set, pale eyes.
It's almost done.
There was no fear in the lifter's eyes, only a fleeting hint of mockery.
"Wait! I'll confess! I'll tell the truth! Who would willingly lose their tongue for a Targaryen just for a few golden dragons!"
He also said!
"Gah!" Ilin roared in anger, the dagger about to pierce the iron-smoking man's mouth.
"Wait a minute!"
Robert's command came, the dagger stopped, and the steelworker could clearly see anger in the other's pale eyes.
"Hmph, so you really can't speak properly. Is it innate, or is it because the alcohol is too spicy that you cut off your tongue to use as a condiment? I bet it tastes delicious."
He lifted weights with a playful expression.
Pfft, James covered his mouth apologetically.
Ilin glanced back. He could be angry at an assassin with his hands bound, but he dared not bare his teeth at his master. He lowered his head and slowly retreated.
"Varys, it's yours. I need to know how they got in! How they got in with wildfire and weapons!" Robert said.
Varys was extremely reluctant to approach the two men in front of him, who he still considered dangerous.
But forced by the king's orders, he had no choice but to go forward.
Okay, so your name is Varys, right?
Lu Tie's eyes darted around, and as the other person approached, Lu Tie whispered:
"My lord, come closer. I'm telling you, we have people in the palace."
Varys frowned and moved closer, but unexpectedly, the weightlifter suddenly attacked, headbutting Varys and causing him to stumble.
"Help! He has poison! He's going to kill us to cover it up!"
Varys is numb, what are you doing!
Robert, also frowning, began to question:
"Varys?"
Varys quickly spread his hands, indicating that he had nothing in them.
Robert was about to order the interrogation to continue when he saw the assassin who had been shouting just moments before now rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth.
Crescent Moon turned around and saw, "Wow, buddy, you're really good at acting."
It turns out that this guy who lifts weights has always had a venom sac hidden in his teeth, and biting it open now has come in handy.
Upon seeing this, Prime Minister Ed exclaimed, "Quickly, get medical help!"
He then looked at Robert and said, "It seems the assassin took poison beforehand; he just wanted to frame Lord Varys."
Upon hearing this, the eight-legged spider quickly gave Ed a grateful look.
Robert waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care; he wasn't stupid.
"His Majesty!"
At that moment, a man in a red robe rushed up to Robert in a panic and bowed, saying:
"We've found the body of Grand Secretary Paisell!"
"Where?" the king asked.
"In Lord Varys's room!" the red-robed man replied.
Varys opened his mouth, then chuckled softly; he had broken down.
"If it was really Lord Varys who did it, why would he leave the body of Grand Maester Paisel so openly in the room?"
This doesn't make sense. They must have simply taken advantage of Grand Maester Paisel's momentary lapse in attention, killed him, and dumped him in Lord Varys's room to frame him. But that's too naive.
Prime Minister Ed explained to Lord Varys once again.
Robert waved again to indicate that he understood.
"That's not how it is, Your Excellency Prime Minister! We didn't find Grand Secretary Paisell in the room!" the man in the red robe exclaimed urgently.
"Are you deceiving the King?" Robert glared angrily.
"Forgive me, Your Majesty, but we found bloodstains in Lord Varys's room, and following the bloodstains, we discovered a secret passage hidden within Lord Varys's room!"
The body of Grand Scholar Paisell was hidden in the secret passage! Along with it were two of my teammates, who never returned!
So I quickly found a clue in Lord Varys's room within their patrol area!
The man in the red robe spoke with reason and evidence.
Upon hearing this, Robert looked at his good friend Ed.
Ed frowned, speechless.
Varis simply closed his eyes.
"Varys, it's not that I don't trust you, but I think you should explain the current situation to your king!"
Robert's gaze shifted to Varys.
"Your Majesty, we also found this!" The man in the red robe took out a piece of paper from his robes and handed it to the king.
Robert handed it to Barristan, who was standing nearby:
"Please read it aloud, Sir!"
Barristan didn't hesitate and opened it to read:
"Your Majesty, your most loyal minister Varys has made contact with your men. We have a plan, and we will surely kill the usurper. The nobles and commoners of King's Landing await the day when the dragon banner flies over the city once more!"
Barristan looked up in surprise at Varys, who was now surrounded by several red-robed figures.
The atmosphere was somewhat heavy, but the Imperial Guard Captain continued reading:
"May our plan succeed, may His Majesty Viserys III enjoy eternal health and longevity, may you reclaim your homeland, and may your achievements rival those of your conquering ancestors!"
Long live the Targaryens, the divinely ordained rulers! Long live His Majesty Viserys III, protected by the dragons!
Varys's Adam's apple bobbed, and he remained silent.