Putting the blame on

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"Eight-clawed Spider" Wallis blew out the candles and was about to go to bed when he suddenly heard a knocking sound.

It seemed to be coming from the window.

Wallis lit the candle again and followed the sound to the window, but only saw the dark night sky.

He opened the window and looked around, but still saw nothing.

But just when Wallis was about to close the window, a black shadow suddenly enlarged in his sight, and the strong wind that hit his face made Wallis close his eyes unconsciously.

He was so frightened that he quickly closed the window, and when he opened his eyes again, he only saw the retreating back of a large bird that seemed to be an eagle.

Wallis frowned and thought for a while, then finally shook his head and prepared to go back to sleep.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw an additional scroll on the ground.

Did that bird just bring it in?

Varys picked it up in surprise and opened it slowly.

Soon, his expression froze.

…

The night is dark.

Varys walked out of the secret passage again. In front of him were rugged rocks, and in the distance were the sparkling Blackwater Bay and the silent Port of King's Landing.

He looked around, but didn't see anyone.

Varys walked further towards King's Landing Port and finally saw two figures behind a rock.

"Lord Varys."

Through the moonlight, Wallis could clearly see the face of one of them.

"Lord Caesar." Varys nodded towards the man, seemingly not surprised, and then looked at the other person lying on the ground, "Lord Petyr..."

"Dead." Samwell said calmly, "Lord Petyr really didn't care for his body. He was still running around outside after being so seriously injured, causing the old wound to burst and blood loss to death. Alas,

It’s a pity, it’s a pity.”

Varys looked at Petyr's body without moving for a while, and then sighed after a long time:

"It's a pity indeed."

He looked up into Samwell's eyes and said:

"Lord Caesar, was it your tamed falcon that sent me the message just now?"

"good."

"That falcon is really humane." Varys said meaningfully, "I remember that on the night when Ser Gerold Dayne and Ser Hob Redwin died, a falcon seemed to have appeared.

…”

"Hahaha!" Samwell laughed loudly, "Lord Varys, you really understand. There are many people who raise falcons."

"I can't help it. If you know more things, you will inevitably think more." Wallis resumed his soft and greasy tone, "I also know that Miss Ello of the Florent family was originally going to marry you.

, but later Earl Landau asked your brother Dickon to marry her. So, which lady do you want to marry? "

"What? Lord Varys is also so interested in my emotional life?"

"I was just wondering which young lady would be worthy of such an outstanding young knight as you. Miss Natalie Dane is very suitable. I heard that you two are very close, and I think you must help her catch up."

There have been a lot of annoying suitors, right?"

Samwell knew that Varys had already guessed that he planned the previous murder, and he brought it up now to warn and shock him.

If it was before, Samwell might still be a little worried, but now, he is not worried at all.

First of all, Varys has no evidence at all. Secondly, he also has the handle on Varys.

If he really wants to break up, this fat spider will definitely be even more panicked - he has much bigger things to do than Samwell.

The most important thing is that after killing "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish, Samwell no longer fears these conspirators.

That's right, when it comes to conspiracy and calculations, Samwell thinks he is no match for these old silver coins. In his previous life, he was just a liquor seller. He was a little clever at most. How could he fight with these guys who came out of the bloodiest conspiracy arena?

Let's compete.

But it doesn't matter, Samwell is cheating.

With his familiarity with the plot, Samwell can easily catch the flaws of these conspirators.

"Littlefinger" Petyr thought that his assassination of Jon Arryn was flawless, but he didn't know that in Samwell's eyes, he was simply running naked.

Varys, the "Eight-Clawed Spider", thought he could unknowingly release Petyr from the dungeon through the secret passage of the Red Keep and the false identity of a jailer. Little did he know that Samwell had already guessed his plan -

—Because according to the plot, Varys will use the same method to release another dungeon prisoner "in the future".

Therefore, Samwell was able to understand their secrets and choose the most appropriate time to take action.

Just like now, it is natural for "Littlefinger" to die.

"Lord Varys, there is something I am very curious about." Samwell forced the topic away from him, "You said Lord Petyr has obviously been imprisoned in the dark cell, why is he wandering around outside? Who is it?

Did you release him?"

Varys shrank his head, glanced at Samwell, and looked innocent:

"I'm also very confused about this."

Samwell smiled coldly: "Okay, Lord Varys, stop pretending. If you are really so innocent, how can you be called out by an inexplicable letter in the middle of the night?"

Varys shrugged: "How could I remain indifferent when I heard that my old friend died suddenly. However, if you want to say that I am involved in this matter, it is nonsense. Lord Caesar, if there is no evidence for some things, you should not mess with it.

Well said. Just like the deaths of Gerald Dayne and Hob Redwine, I couldn't find any evidence, so I kept silent.

Also, what did you tell Prince Oberyn in the Great Sept of Baelor before? Why did he send his lover to the Eyrie immediately after he came back? You see, I have known these things for a long time, but I helped them all.

You kept it a secret. Lord Caesar, you should thank me."

Sure enough, this spider had discovered him a long time ago. Samwell was secretly alert.

But at this time, he had nothing to be afraid of. After all, "Little Finger" was already dead, and in terms of handles, this spider only had more tricks than him.

"Thank you so much, Lord Varys. But actually, I have helped you keep a lot of secrets." Samwell said with a smile, "For example, your close contact with the Governor of Pentos, such as Wessey

Lys Targaryen, such as Daenerys Targaryen, such as Lord Griffin..."

Samwell had been staring into Varys's eyes as he spoke. He found that when he said the first few names, Varys's eyes did not fluctuate much until the last "Lord Gryphon".

He knew that the intelligence chief of the Iron Throne was actually a deeply hidden conspirator who was secretly planning to restore the Targaryen dynasty.

And even so, the cautious and sophisticated Varys has added another layer of disguise to his purpose——

It seems that Varys is supporting Viserys and Daenerys, two apparent Targaryen descendants, but in fact, these siblings are just targets he deliberately throws to attract attention.

In fact, the Targaryen that Varys really wants to support is actually someone else.

So, Samwell took a step forward and said another name: "For example, Little Griffin."

Wallis finally couldn't keep calm anymore. His eyes fluctuated violently, but he still said harshly:

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know, Lord Varys." Samwell pretended to be mysterious and said: "Like you, I am also good at raising birds. The falcon you just saw is just one of them. I also have many other small birds.

Birds are found all over the world."

"This is impossible!" Varys blurted out.

Having been engaged in intelligence work all his life, how could Varys not know the difficulty and cost of cultivating disseminators? If he had not had the support of the Iron Throne, he would never have been able to lay such a large network.

Therefore, in his opinion, Samwell definitely does not have enough time, energy, financial resources, and manpower to weave such an intelligence network.

However, Samwell had just revealed the biggest secret in Varys's heart, which made him extremely panicked and frightened.

Moreover, since Samwell can play "Littlefinger" to death, he obviously really knows a lot of secrets.

This made Wallis dare not despise this person at all.

"Nothing is impossible with me." Samwell patted the giant sword behind him, "You should know about this [Dawn]. The people of the Dane family are sure that I will never be able to pull it out, but I

I did it. Going forward, no one believed that I could carve out a territory in the Crimson Mountains, and I did it. And Petyr Baelish, he thought he could use me as a pawn, but instead he was manipulated by me.

Kill Mr. Varys, there are always some people who are destined to be extraordinary."

Wallis was speechless, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing Varys's serious face, Samwell softened his tone and said, "But Lord Varys, you don't have to worry, because I am not your enemy."

Varys glanced at Samwell and asked, "So, Lord Caesar, what are we?"

"ally."

"ally?"

"Yes." Samwell smiled extremely sincerely, "We have a common purpose."
To be continued...