Suleiman stood up, the candlelight in the tent danced in his eyes, reflecting a bottomless chillO
He spoke, his voice steady but cold. "Walter Master."
"Riverlands People say that Mr. Lymond. Lychester is a madman. Tonight, I really saw a madman."
Walter. Hean's body froze, and his withered lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.
Suleiman didn't give him a chance. "The person behind you."
"He wants to use me as a chess piece to break open the door to a world of chaos, so that he can get what he wants from this sea of blood."
There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth, and he approached the old man step by step. Every step was like stepping on Walter. Hean's heart.
"This plan is too stupid."
"So stupid that I could almost see myself dying."
Suleiman can almost predict that if he really does this, it will indeed start a chaotic world, but he will have to accept the first wave of strong counterattacks from the Westerlands, Vale, the North, Stormlands. Besides, who is he at this time, how can he let Riverlords of the Riverlands stand on his side.
Lymond. Lychester and his blood were the first blood in troubled times, and they became the fools in the mouths of future generations. Moreover, after killing one Robert. Baratheon, there were also Stannis. Baratheon, Renly. Baratheon, and King's Landing. Among the Red Keep, there were also Lannister hybrids with the surname Baratheon.
With a bang, Valyrian Steel Sword unsheathed his half-sword, and the air in the tent instantly solidified. The cold light of the Valyria sword instantly extinguished the enthusiasm in Walter. Hean's eyes.
Suleiman's sword edge stopped steadily. "The king of Seven Kingdoms is Robert. Baratheon. I have never heard what Mr. Walter said today."
He stared at the old man's eyes that were clouded with fear and spoke word by word.
"I don't care who is behind you and what you want to gain, but I have noted the fact that he wants to use me and treat me as a pawn."
Walter. Hean turned pale. He had never thought that this grand plan that was carefully prepared for the young man in front of him and could subvert the kingdom would be so easily dismissed as stupid in front of this young man.
The old man cried out, "Suleiman! You are so stupid! Ironborn is defeated! Everything I said is sincere!"
"Do you really think that old lunatic Lymond. Lychester can learn from Jon. Arryn and Eddard. Stark supported Hoster. Tully, are you taking the power from Riverlands? You are asking for death!"
Suleiman didn't answer. He flicked his wrist and a silver light flashed through.
Walter. Hean felt his scalp go cold, and a few gray hair fell to the ground. He subconsciously touched the top of his head, and then looked at the long sword in Suleiman's hand that was beginning to be sheathed. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
Such a fast sword and so accurate.
This sword cut off not only a few of his hairs, but also all his fantasies and luck. The other party's attitude showed absolute determination.
Walter. Hean was exhausted. He looked at Suleiman's young but untroubled face, and let out a long, bitter sigh in his throat.
He stooped down, turned around and staggered out of the military tent without saying a word.
Suleiman slowly sat back on the chair, tapping his fingers on the table unconsciously.
This proposal was indeed too attractive. He could reach the sky in one step through the power of dragons. If it weren't for the historical experiences from the mysterious East in his mind that warned him, maybe he would really be tempted.
It started a chaotic world, but it has no power to calm it down.
Throughout the dynasties, among those rebels who held high the flag of righteousness and rushed to the forefront, how many of them could have the last laugh?
Most of them have become the bones and stepping stones for those who come after them.
But, who is the person behind it? Littlefinger?
Petyr. Baelish's status at this time is not enough, let alone King's Landing. Besides, it would not be good for him to cause chaos in the world now.
Could it be...The Spider? Varys?
Suleiman's eyes became dark. The eunuch from Lys was the most likely.
It seems we have to speed up the progress, otherwise we don't know what will happen.
Under the same night sky, the figure of Suleiman appeared outside the camp of Lymond. Lychester.
After the announcement, he walked in.
Lymond. Lychester had fallen asleep, but it was obvious that he was sleeping very uneasily. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he uttered vague dreams from time to time. When he heard that Suleiman asked for a visit late at night, he immediately woke up, put on his coat, and cheered up.
The old man said in a hoarse voice, "Little Suleiman, it's so late, what's the emergency?"
Suleiman got straight to the point. "Sir Lymond."
"Ironborn's army suffered heavy losses and their morale was shaken, but they were hesitant and showed no sign of returning to the sea."
"I need your Excellency to assign 7,000 people to follow me westward, station in the Raventree Hall, and completely cut off their way back to the sea."
Lymond. Lychester barely hesitated and nodded immediately. "Okay."
He fully trusts Suleiman's military judgment. This young man can always bring miracles.
There was a brief silence in the tent. After a long time, Suleiman spoke again, his voice as soft as a gust of night wind. "Sir, Hoster. Tully may have passed away, but Riverrun dare not announce it to the public."
Lymond. Lychester raised his head sharply, his whole body was shaken, and he turned pale and said, "What? How do you know... Did you do it?"
A faint, unreadable smile appeared on Suleiman's face. He neither admitted nor denied it. This silence was more heart-wrenching than any answer.
Lymond. Lychester's face became melancholy and complicated, and he said painfully, "Since you are sure... to decide things far away, let Master Hoster pass away as normal."
"And why did you tell me about your plan to murder Lord Hoster?"
"Wouldn't it be better for me to be a confused person and not suffer this kind of psychological torture?"
Suleiman looked through the gap in the tent and looked out into the dark night. "Because it will happen sooner or later."
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"My code of conduct is different from that of Westeros people."
The old man looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"
Suleiman said slowly, "Because one day, I will definitely do something that you may not be able to accept."
"So I didn't intend to hide it from you. Hoster. Tully was killed by me."
These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Lymond. Lychester's heart hard. His eyes widened and his lips trembled, but he couldn't make any sound.
Su Lymond turned his head and stared at him calmly. "I have a saying, people with different paths cannot conspire for big things."
"One day, I will do something you cannot accept, so I will not hide it from you."
"No one can change my mind."
Suleiman's tone did not fluctuate at all, as if he was stating an established fact.
"My original plan even included killing Edmure. Tully."
Lymond. Lychester finally recovered his voice from the shock, and he almost shouted, "What... what did you say? Suleiman!"
Suleiman faced his horrified gaze with a calm voice, but with irresistible power. "I hope you will remember one sentence."
"You can always choose between being a good person and maintaining rule."
He paused and put the question in front of the old man.
"So, sir, do you still want to conspire with me?"
There was deathly silence in the camp, Lymond. Lychester was breathing heavily, and his mind was in chaos. On one side was the Westeros Continent traditional aristocratic education he had received, and on the other side was the unprecedented honor, flattery and awe he had enjoyed these days.
He thought of those Riverlords of the Riverlands who used to look down upon him, who laughed at him behind his back for his madness, and who ridiculed his dead sons, but now these people were groveling in front of him.
He thought about House Lychester, maybe he could really touch the position that they could never belong to.
power.
The word was like poison, like honey, rushing through his blood.
After a long silence, the struggle and pain on the old man's face gradually faded away, replaced by a determination burned by desire.
I am going to die of old age, all my sons have been killed in battle, and my bloodline has been cut off. What else do I have to worry about? Isn't this the kind of gambler who can step onto the gambling table without any restrictions?
He raised his head, looked at Suleiman, and spoke word by word.
"Of course! Suleiman! You are the secret heir to my family!"
He said this very loudly, as if he was convincing himself and declaring his choice to fate.
Suleiman stood up and was about to say goodbye. He looked at the old man in front of him who had made a decision, but he didn't feel much relaxed in his heart. He was a little worried.
But he must go to the Raventree Hall personally, for his goal, and for their common goal, to completely eliminate Ironborn.
But Lymond. Lychester was left alone, wandering alone in this quagmire full of conspirators, careerists and speculators, and he couldn't rest at ease.
Among Seven Kingdoms, Riverlands's difficulty in dominating is terrifying.
The Lords here do not have the loyalty of the North people, the unity of the Westerlands people, nor the closeness of the Vale people. They only value strength and interests.
Suleiman looked at the old man and said softly, "Riverlords of the Riverlands Everyone has his own conspiracy, please be careful.
After finishing speaking, Suleiman stood up and left, Lymond. Lychester insisted on sending Suleiman out.
The two of them walked slowly in the night wind. Lymond. Lychester seemed to have a lot to say, but didn't know where to start.
Outside the tent, Suleiman stopped, turned his head again, and looked at the old man seriously.
"Sir, whenever you make a promise, you must think more about it and worry about it."
He added, "Take care of yourself."
Lymond. Lychester's eyes were red. His old hands tightly grasped Suleiman's arm and nodded vigorously. Thousands of words were turned into this heavy movement.
Suleiman took out his arm, turned around, and his figure quickly disappeared into the deep night without looking back.