Chapter 150 Death of the Conspirator

When he woke up again, Petyr found an endless starry sky in front of him.

"You are awake, Lord Petyr."

Petyr trembled when he heard this voice.

He struggled to sit up, only to realize that he was on a small boat, and sitting in front of him was Samwell Caesar, rowing towards the port of Blackwater Bay.

"Sam..." Petyr forced a smile, "How did you find me?"

"A little bird told me." Samwell said with a smile.

In fact, after being led into the secret passage of the Red Keep by Arya, Samwell guessed that Varys might secretly let "Littlefinger" go.

After all, Varys has a "criminal record". In the original book, this spider secretly let go of the "little devil" Tyrion Lannister who was imprisoned in the dark cell.

Therefore, he had been sending falcons to monitor the exit of the secret passage, and then he discovered the whereabouts of these two people.

When Petyr heard Samwell talking about "little bird", his first reaction was that Varys had betrayed him.

But the next moment he immediately denied this possibility. There was no need for the eunuch to play with himself like this.

"Where are you... taking me?"

"Of course I'm taking you back to King's Landing, Lord Petyr. You have to attend the trial tomorrow, so don't be late."

Petyr's heart felt cold, and the warm summer wind blew by, making his body shiver with cold.

Only then did he realize that he was completely soaked.

Petyr immediately guessed that he should have been taken by Samwell to swim in the sea for a while.

But the problem is, his broken arm——

Petyr quickly lowered his head, and sure enough he saw that the white cloth wrapping his broken arm had been dyed red, and the blood was still there, forming a shallow pool of blood on the boat.

Suddenly, Petyr felt a wave of dizziness coming over him, and his whole body fell back weakly.

boom.

"Sam." Petyr lay on his back, feeling that all the strength in his body seemed to be flowing away with the blood from the wound. He tried his best to concentrate his gradually weakened energy and begged, "Help me, save me!"

Samwell put down the oar, came to Petyr, grinned and said:

"I'm sorry, Lord Petyr, I accidentally let your wound be soaked in water just now. I also want to help you deal with it, but unfortunately, I can't."

"It's very simple, I'll teach you." Petyr suppressed the urge to curse in his heart and tried to put on a smile, "First, you use fire to make the sword red, then press it on my wound to scorch the flesh and blood.

It will stop..."

"Okay, Petyr, why bother." Samwell didn't bother to talk to this person anymore, "You know I'm here to kill you. Just stop struggling in vain and save yourself some dignity."

"Sam, listen to me and don't kill me. I'm very useful and I can give you everything you want!"

"Hahaha!" Samwell laughed when he heard this, "Petyr, you have nothing, and you give me everything I want? What do you want to give me?"

"I have nothing? Hahaha..." Petyr also laughed, "Samwell Caesar, you really underestimate me. Since you can guess that I killed Jon Arryn, you spread the news that I was the one who killed Jon Arryn.

Lysa Tully’s rumors, don’t you see my control over the Vale?”

Samwell chuckled: "You don't think you can control the Vale with those orphans and widowers, do you? Even if you marry Lysa Tully, the nobles of the Vale will obediently obey your orders of Baelish?"

"Of course I won't just rely on that mother and son. My control over the valley is far beyond your imagination." Petyr tried his best to seduce, "Want to know? Sam, help me stop the bleeding first."

Unfortunately, Samwell looked at him quietly, indifferent.

Petyr only felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and the feeling of life gradually passing by made him extremely frightened.

"Sam, listen to me." Petyr could only continue to show his value. "I worked as a tax collector in Seagull Town for five years, and I increased the tax revenue of this largest trading city in the valley tenfold! Traveling to and from the Narrow Sea

Businessmen, captains, adventurers, and bankers are all my friends! Do you know how powerful this power is?

Those stupid nobles who only know how to wield swords cannot understand this emerging force, let alone control it!

But, I can!"

Samwell raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by Littlefinger's vision. Has this guy become the spokesperson of the emerging bourgeoisie? But this is not a surprise. After all, he can be the Minister of Finance, and he must be a shaker in the economic field.

exist.

Of course, there must be some bragging involved.

Before the onset of industrialization, the so-called bourgeoisie were businessmen with a little money and limited energy.

Seeing that Samwell was silent, Petyr could only continue to give evidence: "Do you know that the Corbray family in Heart City is almost bankrupt? Count Leonor Corbray's wife happened to have died recently. I will give him

I introduced a lady, not a noble lady, but a commoner! A lowly commoner!

Of course Count Leonor did not agree, but I have seen his struggle and hesitation. Why? It's not because the commoner is rich! Believe me, he will agree sooner or later!

There is also Earl Gerald Grafson of Seagull Town, who has always wanted to give his son to me as a squire, as well as Earl Lindley of Snakewood City, Earl Weakley of Candle Hole City... They are all in financial difficulties, and they all depend on me.

rescue!

Sam, believe me, I don’t need that stupid woman Lysa Tully at all. As long as Jon Arryn is dead, no one in the valley can resist me!

At most, Bronze Yohn is a bit troublesome, but I have plenty of ways to isolate him...

So, trust me, Sam, help me stop the bleeding!"

Samwell rubbed his chin, thinking about the information revealed in Petyr's words.

I have to say that although I know that this person is lying a lot, some of his words may actually be true.

For example, this person really did not take the chess piece Lysa Tully very seriously, and he showed no mercy when killing this woman in the original novel.

Another example is Count Leonor Corbray, who seemed to have married a commoner woman and became a laughing stock in the aristocratic circle. This also shows that this valley nobleman may really be on the verge of bankruptcy.

As for Jon Bronze, this man did form a "League of the Righteous" in order to oppose Petyr's custody of Little Robert and his rule over the valley, but he was repeatedly roped in by Petyr to instigate rebellion.

The operation collapsed.

"Sam..." Petyr became increasingly weak and panicked, so he had no choice but to continue to reveal secrets in an attempt to impress Samwell, "Think about it carefully, Jon Arryn promoted me to become Lord Treasurer, is it just

Is it because I am his vassal? Or can Lysa Tully make that old guy who values ​​glory above all else compromise with just a few words from Lysa Tully?

No! Jon Arryn understands my worth! He knows this country cannot survive without me!

The Iron Throne owes a huge debt of up to six million gold dragons. Do you really think that Robert squandered it all by himself? Did you know that the whole of Westeros is about to usher in a storm?

Only I...only I can save this!

Believe me, Sam, your mother is a Florentine, right? I'm telling you, the foxes in Brightwater are going bankrupt! That vixen who married Stannis... Damn, I'm so dizzy.

, I can’t even remember her name... But did you know that in order to alleviate her dire financial situation, she actually abandoned her faith in the Seven Gods and borrowed money from the followers of the Red God!

There is also Hightower in Old Town. Despite their glory, they have made a lot of money in ocean trade, but they don’t know the risks at all! All it takes is a big storm or a rampant pirate attack to destroy them.

Fleet destroyed..."

Samwell saw that the other party was getting more and more exaggerated, so he laughed and interrupted:

"Okay, Petyr, do you think I am a three-year-old child that can be scared by just a few words? According to you, the gentlemen of Westeros are going bankrupt and they all rely on your support.

?”

"You don't understand, you really don't understand... But, Sam, even if you don't believe what I said, you should still know the current situation in King's Landing, right? Robert's death was planned by me. You should have guessed it with your intelligence.

."

"Yes, I guessed it." Samwell saw that Petyr even dared to admit such a thing. It seemed that he had lost too much blood and was confused. Of course, it might also be that he had nothing to do and could only confess some secrets.

.

So Samwell wondered if he could squeeze out more secrets: "So? I have no benefit from you planning this."

"Why not?" Petyr said quickly, "Sam, can't you see? The situation in King's Landing is completely under my control now. Eddard Stark is a brainless idiot, and Cersei is even more desperate.

Crazy, every move they make is so easy to guess, I can easily fool them into applause!

As for the 'Red Viper', he is just a reckless man with only brute strength. It was because... In short, I can easily kill him.

Believe me, believe me, Sam, I have the City Guard under my control, and there are my people in the Kingsguard... Really, I'm not lying... Don't look at me like that... Really

, I can even give you his name... Ser Mandon Moore. Although he was recommended by Jon Arryn, he actually... obeys my orders...

Sam...Sam, as long as you are willing to help me, we can control King's Landing and let the situation in the Seven Kingdoms evolve according to our ideas...

Sam... I can help you sit on the Iron Throne...

Sam...save me...save me..."

Unfortunately, no matter how tempted Petyr was, Samwell remained unmoved.

As he lost more and more blood, Petyr's eyes began to become blurry and his words became less and less logical.

Samwell thought about treating his wounds so as to gain more information, but the next second, he gave up the idea.

Whether what Littlefinger said was true or false, Samwell really didn't have the time to distinguish them one by one. Moreover, this person was too dangerous. If he was not careful, he might fall into a trap.

Therefore, it would be better for one of the biggest conspirators in Game of Thrones to die.

Moreover, only if he dies can Samwell continue his plan.

After making up his mind, he no longer cared about Petyr, left him here to fend for himself, and went back to rowing.

"Kate...Kate..." Littlefinger's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he said Catelyn Tully's name.

Samwell listened silently, and suddenly felt that this was probably the only sincerity in this man's heart.

Of course, this relationship is also the biggest inducement for this man to transform into a careerist.

A little noble actually fell in love with the daughter of a duke. If it were in a fairy tale, it might become a legend.

But alas, this is Game of Thrones.

"Kate...why...don't you reply to my...letter..."

The night fell low, reflected in Petyr Baelish's gray-green eyes, and finally became completely dark.
Chapter completed!