The rain has stopped.

But the sky was even gloomier, and the thick dark clouds were like a huge curtain, as if they would fall down at any time and cover the entire King's Landing.

"Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish walked out of the bronze door of the Red Keep, his heart filled with anger and panic.

who is it?!

Who is spreading rumors about him and Lady Lysa?!

Petyr knew that he had become someone's prey.

Someone actually saw the clues to what he did to Jon Arryn!

How can this be!

Petyr couldn't figure it out. He had hidden himself so well, why would anyone still focus on him?

Shouldn't you all put Oberyn Martell on trial?

Petyr searched the names in his mind and looked at the faces, trying to figure out who was spreading the rumor.

Varys told him that this rumor started circulating in the city in the past two weeks.

This allowed Petyr to first rule out Eddard Stark, the newly arrived Hand of the King, and turn his suspicious eyes to the group of Riverside and Dorne nobles who had arrived in King's Landing in recent times.

But they all seemed to be vagrants. They were dressed in brown coarse cloth and covered in filth. It looked like they had come to receive alms from the church.

These homeless people crowded the square in front of the Great Cathedral of Baelor, and Samwell was about to take Natalie around to the back entrance of the church.

All this time, the reason why Petyr has been able to hide behind the scenes and complete various conspiracies without being discovered is because he hid his purpose very well.

Petyr's gray-green eyes flashed with madness, and a mocking smile crept up the corner of his mouth again.

And he also faintly pointed out a heart-wrenching fact——

Samwell thought to himself, but he was a little confused that the other party seemed to be looking for him too.

"Oh, okay. So Sam, you are so pious."

It turned out to be a "sand snake", Samwell knew clearly: "Miss Tyene, do you know me?"

Petyr thought for a long time and finally thought of another method, which was also the method he was best at -

After all, if the Duke's widow marries him as the rumors say, then he and Lady Lysa will jointly rule the Eagle's Nest.

Sometimes, he would even deliberately do things that were not directly beneficial to him, just to prevent others from discovering him.

Samwell stepped forward to inquire and learned that it was not the church organizing charity, but the eldest lady of the Tyrell family.

Is this Nima praying?

Samwell turned around and found that the girl who had just led the way had long disappeared.

Samwell casually answered all kinds of strange questions from the girl, his eyes already seeing the white marble dome of the church and the seven towering crystal towers.

"Is this Baron Yingzui Island, Lord Caesar?"

This is also because King's Landing is too big and has too many people. Even if the "eight-clawed spider" has thousands of claws, it is impossible to weave a web to monitor everyone, especially in a place like the slums where dragons and snakes are mixed.

Petyr cursed secretly, but had to admit that if this woman was not stupid and weak, how could she be controlled by him.

The more you try to ban rumors, the faster they will spread, and the more people will believe in their authenticity——

"No." Samwell began to lie, "The gods are benevolent. They can understand your difficulties and will only pay attention to your true beliefs in your heart."

The best way to clear away the suspicion is to convict Prince Oberyn!

This Dornish snake was the scapegoat he prepared for himself, but if he wanted to be convicted, a trial must be held as soon as possible.

"But I serve the old gods..." Natalie felt a little aggrieved.

She was afraid.

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I guess it doesn't have a good reputation.

Then he froze.

But Petyr could no longer narrow down his target. The other party was very cautious and left no traces. Even Varys's little birds couldn't find the source of the rumor.

"No, you go find Miss Margaery. It will take me a little longer to pray to the Seven Gods. You can come back to me later."

At the end of the Hall of Lights is a double door, through which is the prayer hall.

"Of course." Tyene smiled sweetly, "Lord Caesar, your name has spread throughout Dorne. Of course I know you."

"My name is Tyene Sand, and Prince Oberyn is my father."

It seems that he is the person he is looking for.

There are indeed many people.

Following Tyene, Samwell left the side door of the prayer hall, walked through a long corridor, and finally stopped in front of a small door.

"right."

But after taking a few steps, he spotted a guard with a golden rose emblem on his chest - why was a member of the Tyrell family here?

Colorful lights slanted in through the glazed windows on the dome. Countless dust danced in the beams. The air was filled with the smell of incense. Directly in front of the hall were seven altars dedicated to the seven gods——

No! We must stop the spread of this rumor!

Petyr thought.

That’s really not what your title means...

This is a sweet-looking Dornish girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She is wearing a pure white silk dress with the emblem of the Sun Halberd embroidered on her chest.

"Father is praying in the small hall at the other end of the corridor. I will take you there."

"Who made your subjects all believers of the Seven Gods?" Samwell persuaded patiently, "Especially now that your prestige is not enough, you have to use this method to win people's hearts. In fact, it is just a show.

This kind of performance, even if you still worship the old gods in private, you must bow to the Seven Gods in public."

There was another person riding on him.

"Yes." Samwell nodded with a smile, "Every time I see the Seven Gods, I always have endless things to say."

In the dim light of morning, Samwell slowly climbed up the Visenya Hills.

He will benefit from the death of Lord Jon Arryn!

Yes, it must be one of them!

They were all present when Jon Arryn died, and maybe they saw something.

"Sam, is the Great Sept of Baelor in front of you?" Natalie held the Baron's left hand and looked at the magnificent building on the top of the hill.

A dozen rude mercenaries knelt in front of the warrior's altar, begging the gods to bless the swords at their feet; in front of the Virgin's altar, a monk led hundreds of children in chanting hymns; in front of the girl's altar

, naturally many young ladies gathered, one of them actually came up to Samwell after seeing him.

"Then how to distinguish between the various archbishops?"

"Miss Margery is so kind!" Natalie exclaimed, "I also want to give alms to the poor, so that I can live up to the name of 'generous' Natalie."

"This... is indeed a bit difficult. Fortunately, there won't be two archbishops existing at the same time."

"I will always serve the old gods in my heart!" Natalie quickly vowed.

And Lady Lysa...that stupid and weak woman didn't dare to come.

He knew that there was no way to stop the spread of rumors now.

But now, Petyr felt as if he had been stripped naked and exposed to the sun.

Most people may think that this rumor is not a big deal. Almost every gentleman has similar rumors, and some are even worse. But for Petyr, this seemingly harmless rumor is actually extremely fatal.

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"The old gods will definitely see your piety." Samwell seemed to be making a declaration on behalf of the gods.

Because Prince Oberyn is not alone.

Create confusion!

As long as there is greater chaos in King's Landing, no one will notice this little rumor anymore.

"They existed before, but after becoming the Archbishop and wearing the Crystal Crown, they had to give up their names. From then on, they are the spokespersons of the Seven Gods and can no longer use the names of mortals."

The king was reluctant to hold a trial and had to wait for Lady Lysa to come to the throne.

The Father, the Virgin, the warrior, the blacksmith, the girl, the old woman, the stranger.

Because this rumor connects him to Lady Lysa!

He immediately realized that he had been tricked by the seemingly sweet and well-behaved girl.

"Well!" After lifting the psychological barrier, a smile reappeared on Natalie's face, "Sam, does the Archbishop of the Church of the Seven Gods live in this church?"

"Look, there are so many people over there!" Natalie suddenly pointed at the square in front of the church and shouted.

This feeling made him extremely panicked and frightened.
To be continued...