Chapter 155 The legacy of the bachelor

"I heard that when Lord Pycelle died, his entire head was cut off. Oh, it's so tragic."

Wallis pointed to the bed that still had blood-red marks on it and said, with a hint of sadness in his tone.

Samwell shrugged: "When we released the poisonous snake, we should have guessed that it would bite people. Fortunately, we only killed one."

When he heard this, Varys suddenly became angry: "Lord Caesar! Do you know that if I hadn't tried my best to stop him last night, that poisonous snake would have entered Maegor's Tower!"

Samwell laughed loudly and patted Varys on the fat shoulder:

"I didn't expect you to be a loyal and brave man who dared to sacrifice his life for the country!"

Varys rolled his eyes and ignored Samwell's sarcasm.

"I heard that the royal meeting this morning was quite exciting." Samwell said as he left the bedroom and walked to the Grand Maester's study.

"Actually, it was all expected. The Queen controls most of the military forces in the Red Keep. Renly would not dare to confront her head-on. It would be a wise move to resign as regent. Lord Eddard, on the other hand..." Varys showed a hint of doubt.

, "It really surprised me that he made the queen the regent so easily."

"Perhaps the direwolf is not as inflexible as you think." Samwell searched on the bookshelf and soon found his target. The big book was easy to find.

"You know so much!" Samwell praised with a smile, and then changed the topic, "I heard that it can also treat epilepsy?"

This can also prove that the three blond princes and princesses have no bloodline from the Baratheon family at all!

"Lord Caesar." Varys looked at the tome in Samwell's hand and wondered, "Why are you interested in this book? It will only make people doze off."

Varys frowned, but when Samwell finally got up and walked out, he said nothing more.

Wallis pointed to a small bottle on the shelf: "Then I suggest you get some poppy milk, which is much more effective than this book."

"Investment. It just so happens that the spear champion has a lot of rewards, and I'm worried about how to spend it." Samwell showed off his wealth.

So it's not surprising that all three children inherited their mother's blond hair.

The reason why no one has ever doubted this is because the Lannister family is so famous for its blond hair. This is a family with a history of six thousand years, while the Baratheon family has a total history of only three hundred years. Don't look at it now.

Sitting on the Iron Throne is a stag, but in fact, in the hearts of Westeros people, lions are of more ancient and noble blood.

Contrary to everyone's understanding, once the golden color of a lion meets the black carbon of a stag, there is nothing but surrender.

"By the way, Lord Varys, there is something I want to ask you."

"Don't worry, although I don't understand, there is a knowledgeable bachelor in my territory."

"The Dread Baron?" Samwell's mouth twitched.

All three children born to Queen Cersei, without exception, have blond hair - this is a characteristic of the Lannister family.

Samwell then gave up.

"How did you find out that Lord Petyr was the real murderer of Lord Jon?"

Of course, he didn't put down the book either.

"When will His Highness Joffrey be crowned?" Samwell asked as he continued to look at the shelves.

"You say."

"So urgent?"

Samwell nodded and stuffed the bottle back into his arms.

Varys was finally convinced of his guess this time, and gave Samwell a thumbs-up: "Lord Caesar, I didn't expect you to suspect Lord Petyr from here. It's amazing! Yes, he does often buy this

Plant medicine, and Lady Lysa's son suffers from epilepsy."

"Well... I remember Lord Petyr has a cousin." Varys glanced at Samwell, "Why do you ask this?"

"But the girls' ward is safe." Samwell said seriously, "They are not like ships that can sink, and there is no need to worry about encountering pirates. Oh yes, even if pirates do come and want the girls to spread their legs,

You have to pay obediently. You see, this is not much safer than maritime trade."

Damn Chiman, let him kill less people!

Maybe it's time to write back and ask him to stop for now.

"And the price is extremely expensive." Varys nodded and added, and then he saw Samwell stuff the vial into his arms.

"Use waste."

Wallis was speechless: "Then you still take so much?"

"explain."

Hearing this kind of prevarication, Varys was a little dissatisfied: "Hey, Lord Caesar, I sincerely regard you as an ally, you should also show some trust."

Samwell spread his hands: "Did you see the silver necklace on my chest?"

These four riddle-like words actually hint at the hereditary trait of the Baratheon family - black hair.

The race is strong. Jon Arryn shouted this before his death in the original book.

He closed the book, held it in his hands, and said with a smile: "Haha, that's just right, I've been suffering from insomnia recently."

"I don't know if you have received any letters from the territory recently. Your savage named Chiman is now very famous in the Crimson Mountains."

Varys chuckled: "Nearly half of the women's wards in King's Landing are run by Lord Petyr."

Samwell glanced at the spider in surprise: "I didn't expect you to know my territory so well. Tell me, how many of your little birds are there?"

Doesn't this spider know the secret in this book?

Samwell shook the vial and asked, "Do you know of anyone else in King's Landing who always has this medicine in their home?"

"Then do you know what these things are for?"

"Yes." Varys lowered his voice, "I suspect that he deliberately increased the child's medication. Hey, I guess the young Duke of the Eagle's Nest City won't live long."

It is taken for granted that "the golden color of a lion will overwhelm the blackness of a stag".

"Lord Caesar, you'd better stay here." Varys really couldn't stand Samwell's sweeping behavior. "Otherwise, when the next Grand Maester arrives, he will look at the empty room and cry without tears.

Already."

Samwell knew that these female branches were actually places where Littlefinger collected intelligence.

"There are quite a few."

This is the meaning of the riddle that Jon left before his death.

Without exception.

"Lord Petyr 'Littlefinger' should have opened quite a few girls' institutions in King's Landing, right?"

But this book happened to record several marriages between lions and stags in history. Because they were too old and they were all side branches, no one paid attention to them at all. But in these few examples, the marriage of the two families

The offspring he produced were all black-haired.

Samwell did not reveal the truth and pretended to be mysterious: "Littlefinger's purchase should be quite large, right?"

Then, he went to the bookshelf, and after pretending to look through a few books, he finally picked up the real goal of his trip - "The Genealogy and History of the Main Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms."

"I know." Samwell played with the vial, "Colorless and odorless, as sweet as water, killing people invisible."

"How could I not trust you?" Samwell smiled and took out a bottle labeled "Sweet Sleeping Flower" and asked, "Lord Varys, how much do you know about this?"

Wallis' expression moved slightly, as if he understood something: "To be precise, it can only suppress epilepsy and make people calm."

"This is something that calms nerves and slows down the heartbeat, but it is poisonous, so the dosage must be controlled."

In the original book, Lord Jon Arryn found ironclad evidence that Queen Cersei's three children were not related to King Robert from this book, and later died because of it.

"Yes, as far as I know, he has conquered forty-seven tribes in the western part of the Crimson Mountains. His methods can be said to be quite harsh and cruel. He will kill those who do not surrender. Therefore, he now has a title called the Terror Messenger. As his

Master, hehe, you are called the Dread Baron by many savages."

Samwell smiled slightly: "I want to buy these women's wards. I wonder if you can help me contact the heir of the Baelish family?"

"A country cannot live without a king." Varys saw Samwell stuffing vials into his arms, including gray mushroom powder, ghost dance grass, skink poison, widow's blood...

Wallis said softly: "Lord Caesar, there is actually a question I have always wanted to ask you."

Samwell thought to himself.

Judging from the current situation, the Iron Throne should use troops against Dorne next, and he should also return to his territory to reorganize his military equipment, so as to take this opportunity to take a piece of fat from Dorne.

It was filled with all kinds of bottles and cans, and each container had a label written by the Grand Maester in neat handwriting, making it look very organized.

Wallis chuckled, of course he would not answer this question, and instead said:

Well, it's time to stop.

He couldn't help but said: "Lord Caesar, it turns out you are here to plunder Lord Pycelle's collection."

However, he did not take it off immediately, but continued to the shelf next to it.

Varys coughed and reminded: "Qyburn has been expelled from the school."

"Maybe. But that's good. At least the situation in King's Landing can be stabilized." Varys saw Samwell take out a vial from the shelf and quickly reminded him, "Lord Caesar, what you are holding is 'Lys'."

Tears' are extremely poisonous!"
To be continued...