Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 152 Escape

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The sound of the prison door opening was particularly loud in the silent dark prison.

"The Red Viper" Prince Oberyn suddenly woke up from his sleep, but he didn't move. Instead, he squinted his eyes to let himself adapt to the change in light while secretly observing the situation.

"His Royal Highness Oberyn." A soft and greasy voice came from the door.

"Varys?" Prince Oberyn sat up, but by the light of the torch he found that the man was not Varys.

He immediately understood that this was the other party's disguise, and joked with a smile: "Your outfit is much more pleasing than the original one, at least you look like a man."

Varys didn't care about Prince Oberyn's sarcasm, and said with a serious face:

"Your Highness, I'm here to tell you some bad news."

Prince Oberyn secretly withdrew his right leg, ready to jump up at any time, but on the surface he still looked lazy, and said with a smile:

"Bad news? I haven't heard good news since the death of Jon Arryn. Tell me, it won't be that I'm going to be accused of something again, right?"

"Oh!" Varys sighed, "You really guessed it right. You really want to be accused of another crime."

Prince Oberyn narrowed his eyes: "What crime?"

"Kill the Chancellor, Lord Petyr Baelish."

"Killed?" Prince Oberyn asked in bewilderment, "Did 'Littlefinger' die?"

"Yes."

"Impossible!" Prince Oberyn jumped up and rushed to Varys, "How could he die? The poison on my spear is not fatal at all!"

Varys sighed again, and said, "If you don't believe it, just come and see for yourself."

After speaking, he turned and walked out of the cell.

Prince Oberyn followed suspiciously.

"Your Highness, look." Varys opened the door of another cell.

Prince Oberyn walked over, but only stood at the door, with one foot on the cell door, looking inside.

Then, as expected, he saw Petyr lying on the ground with a pale face and a pool of blood around him.

After waiting for a while, Prince Oberyn saw that Petyr's chest did not rise and fall, and then he was sure that he was really dead.

"How could it be?" Prince Oberyn walked into the cell and carefully examined Petyr's body.

"He should have lost blood to death." Varys explained, "Maybe the wound has not been treated well, hey, poor Lord Petyr."

Prince Oberyn was undoing the bandage on Petyr's severed arm, examined the wound carefully, and then turned back and asked coldly:

"Who helped him treat the wound?"

"It's Grand Maester Pacelle."

"Pycelle!" Prince Oberyn gritted his teeth, "Is he a Lannister dog?"

Varys said nothing, expressing his acquiescence.

I thought in my heart that the Lannister family and the Martell family are full of blood and debts, and it doesn't make any difference if there is more hatred...

Prince Oberyn got up suddenly, walked to the prison door, stared into Varys' eyes, and said:

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Hey, I also don't want to see you being wronged." Varys looked very sympathetic, "I actually know that you are innocent in the matter of Jon Arryn, but now that Petyr is dead... hey , you can’t explain it even if it’s reasonable.”

"So you want to let me go?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Prince Oberyn asked, and without waiting for an answer, he added, "Don't talk about sympathy, what **** reasons like justice, Varys, tell me the real reason why you did this."

Varys shrank his head aggrievedly: "Your Highness, I really want to save you. What's more, your brother and I have been good friends for many years, you know that too."

Prince Oberyn sneered: "Varys, do you know what my brother said about you?"

"What?"

"He said you were a cunning and cunning spider! You must not be trusted!"

Varyston was even more aggrieved: "I didn't expect Prince Doran to have such a deep misunderstanding of me..."

"Come on, Varys." Prince Oberyn strode out. "Now that you've let me go, take me out. I've had enough of playing by their rules, now it's my turn to play by my own. Here comes the rules!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" Varys hurriedly followed.

The two entered the secret passage in the same way, but after walking a few steps, Prince Oberyn suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong? Your Royal Highness?"

"No, I can't just leave."

Varys thought that the other party was worried that he would be convicted of the crime after leaving, and was about to persuade him again, but he heard Prince Oberyn say:

"My lover, my daughter and niece, my servants... They are all still in the Red Castle, I want to take them with me!"

"So many people are too dangerous!" Varys persuaded, "You go on your own first, and I will arrange for them. When the day breaks, I will have someone notify them to leave the Red Keep immediately."

"No." Prince Oberyn insisted, "What if someone enters the cell early and finds out that I'm not there? At least you have to let me take Arianne away, otherwise I won't be able to explain to my brother."

Varys had no choice but to take Prince Oberyn into another fork.

The two walked for about ten minutes, and after they got out of a cellar, Prince Oberyn found himself in the Red Castle.

Varys said softly: "Go a few steps forward, through a courtyard..."

"I know, I know here." Prince Oberyn strode out.

However, he was not going in the direction Varys pointed.

"His Royal Highness, this way, this way."

Prince Oberyn ignored Varys at all.

"Where are you going?" Varys stomped anxiously, but could only follow.

After walking for a while, he was shocked to find that the place Prince Oberyn was going to was the residence of Grand Maester Pycelle!

Varys was about to step forward to dissuade him, but was suddenly pulled behind the wall by Prince Oberyn.

After waiting for a while, he heard footsteps.

It turned out to be a gold-cloaked guard on patrol.

After the guards left, Prince Oberyn set off again.

Varys tried to dissuade him several times, but all failed. How could he persuade the determined "Red Viper".

So Varys had to crouch in the shadows in the corner, cursing to himself.

Not long after, Prince Oberyn left and returned, but there was a strong smell of blood on his body.

Varys couldn't help shivering. He knew that another old friend had said goodbye to him forever.

At this moment, he heard the Dornish God of Death speak again:

"Take me to the secret passage leading to Maegor's Tower."

"What do you want!" Varys screamed.

Maegor's Tower is where the royal family resides.

"You don't have to worry about what I do, just take me there." Prince Oberyn said in a cold tone.

"There is no secret passage to Maegor's Tower!" There was, but of course Varys couldn't have taken the madman there.

Prince Oberyn stared at Varys with those viper-like eyes, making his heart shudder.

But even so, Varys still did not give in.

The two confronted each other for a long time, and Varys persuaded:

"His Royal Highness, this is the Red Castle, not your killing field..."

Prince Oberyn interrupted with a sneer: "When the Lannisters captured King's Landing, they used this place as a slaughterhouse! My sister and her two children died at their hands! If the gods If you still have a little sense of justice, you should let me kill Cersei and her three children, this is revenge! This is justice!"

Varys could not help but tremble all over, and kept cursing the lunatic in front of him in his heart, and incidentally scolded Samwell Caesar who planned all this.

"Impossible!" Varys' tone became tougher, "Oberon! I can't let you kill in the Red Keep!"

"Then I'll kill you first!" Prince Oberyn said with blood and killing intent all over his body.

"Then you kill it." Varys gritted his teeth, "If I really brought you into Maegor's Mansion, I would be dead anyway. Why don't you give me a good time now!"

Varys closed his eyes after speaking, looking like he was waiting to die.

Prince Oberyn said eccentrically, "I didn't expect you, an eunuch, to have such guts."

Varys heard the looseness in the other party's tone, and was overjoyed, saying:

"Your Highness, men's courage never grows in that kind of work, and the justice you want can never be achieved through killing. Please believe me, the Martell family will definitely have a day of revenge, but never Not now, and definitely not by killing innocent women and children. Run away! As for what to do next, I will discuss with Prince Doran, and you will never be wronged."

Prince Oberyn was silent for a moment, and then said: "Then you take me to the 'Magic Mountain', isn't he innocent?"

Varys was very angry: "Your Highness, Sir Gregor lives in the barracks outside the city, not in the Red Keep."

Prince Oberyn was silent.

Varys persuaded again earnestly:

"Your Highness, take Princess Arianne away as soon as possible! If it's too late, it will really be too late."

Prince Oberyn finally stopped talking this time, turned around and walked towards Princess Arianne's residence.

Varys breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel that his back was drenched in cold sweat.

Prince Oberyn woke up Princess Arianne, and his lover Ellaria, and briefly explained the situation to them.

Although the two were frightened by the change in the situation, they also knew that the situation was urgent, so they didn't say much, packed up in a hurry, and prepared to flee King's Landing together.

"Where's Tyene?" Prince Oberyn found out that his illegitimate daughter was not there.

"Uncle, Tyene is still in the Great Sept of Baelor, how should we inform her?" Princess Arianne said.

"Why is she in the Great Sept of Baelor?" Prince Oberyn wondered.

"She fell in love with a monk..."

Prince Oberyn rolled his eyes, knowing that his illegitimate daughter really has this habit, so he turned his head to look at Varys, who quickly patted his chest and promised:

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will send someone to notify Miss Tyene later, you should go first, or it will be dawn soon."

Several people obediently followed Varys back to the secret passage.

By the time they came to Port King's Landing through the secret passage, the eastern sky had turned slightly white.

"Let's go!" Varys seemed to be driving away the plague god.

If he had planned to help a group of Dorn when he released Prince Oberyn, then now, he has completely put down this thought.

Prince Oberyn grabbed the **** by the collar and warned: "My daughter is handed over to you. If anything happens to her, I will come and kill you!"

What kind of daughter, but an illegitimate daughter. Varys slandered in his heart, but on the surface he swore:

"Don't worry, I will definitely send Miss Tyene out of King's Landing safely."

(end of this chapter)

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