The midday sun was dazzling and uncomfortable.
Lord Chancellor Kevan Lannister is enjoying lunch.
The meal was very simple, consisting of grilled chicken breast, boiled beans, brown bread, and a glass of water.
He ate quickly and attentively, as if he was on a mission.
"Baelish Earl." After swallowing the chewed food, Kevan raised his head and frowned slightly. "What's the matter?"
"Sorry to interrupt your meal, Kevon Ser."
Petyr was not polite at all, and sat down at the table, acting as naturally as if he were at home. "It's just that I heard some news, and I thought I must tell you, the Minister of Justice, now, about the attack on the king this morning...
Hearing this, Kevan immediately put down his knife and fork and wiped his lips with a napkin.
"Adam has already reported the mob attack. Chief Intelligence Officer of the Small Council Vito·Corleone arrived in time. Your Majesty and Queen Mother are safe and sound. Marga Miss Li was frightened but not seriously injured."
"Marin·Tran Ser died in the line of duty, other than that there were almost no casualties."
"Do you have anything else to say?"
Kevan's voice was very deep and his expression was very serious, exuding a sense of confidence.
As the elder brother of Tywin, Deputy has managed Casterly Rock in an orderly manner for decades and has never made a mistake.
"A very complete report." Hearing this, Petyr just smiled, "But don't you think...
.. Is it too complete?"
As he spoke, he took out a roll of parchment from his arms and spread it out on the table.
Kevan looked at it intently and saw a hand-drawn simplified map of King's Landing with various symbols marked on it.
"I sent someone to see the scene."
Petyr seemed to have no intention of covering up at all, pointing to the map and said directly, "The location where the attack occurred is in the middle of Cured Meat Street, here..."
He pointed at a red dot. "This is where the carriage stopped, and here... is where Corleone appears."
Kevan took a closer look and saw two places connected by a line.
"It takes at least ten minutes to ride a horse from House of Order to Cured Meat Street, but according to Ser Adam's report, only four minutes passed from the attack to Corleone's appearance."
Having said this, Petyr raised his eyes with a faint smile on his lips, "Don't you find it strange, how could Vito·Corleone know in advance that the attack would happen, and arrive at it in such a short time?"
As soon as these words came out, Kevan's frown deepened.
"Coincidence." He thought for a moment, "Maybe they happened to be on that street."
"Maybe..." Petyr smiled even more and took out a second piece of paper, "This is the entry and exit record of House of Order this morning. At four o'clock in the morning, twenty-three people left, and at five-thirty in the morning, thirty-one people left."
"None of these people came back before noon."
"And the alley they went to leads exactly to where the attack took place...Cured Meat Street!"
Hearing this, Kevan stared at the two papers, frowning and thinking, tapping his fingers on the table unconsciously, then looked up at him. "What do you want to say, Baelish?"
"I don't want to say anything, sir." Petyr leaned forward and lowered his voice. "However, not long after the king ascended the throne, he encountered two riots in succession. Is all this too coincidental? Maybe... you can send Ser Adam to check."
Hearing this, Kevan was silent for a long time.
"Do you have evidence?"
"I'm just raising some doubts, my lord."
Petyr smiled and slowly put away the paper on the table, rolled it up, and put it back in his arms. "As a loyal vassal, I believe that the honor of the Iron Throne should not be clouded. It is best to investigate clearly."
He stood up and bowed slightly, "Excuse me, Kevan Ser."
With that said, he turned and left.
One step, two steps, three steps.
"Wait."
Hearing Kevan's voice, Petyr stopped, smiled slightly, and turned around. "My lord."
Kevan also stood up and looked at him seriously. "The Iron Throne will never be deceived by anyone."
"It is the Seven Kingdoms's honor to have you as the Minister of Justice." Petyr bowed slightly.
However, just as he was about to leave again, he heard Kevan continue to speak, "Tywin asked you to leave King's Landing, right?
Hearing this, the smile on Petyr's face froze.
He turned his head and saw that the expression on Kevan's face was very cold and serious. "Then... leave."
The next day.
Baylor Great Sept in the early morning, the colorful sunshine pours down through the huge stained glass windows.
Almost all the nobles of King's Landing were present, standing on both sides of the Sept central hall.
Queen Mother Cersei Lannister stood in the front row, closest to Altar, wearing a dark red gold-threaded dress with a high neckline and a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth, looking a little disdainful.
The king stood beside her, his heavy crown always sliding down, adjusting it every few minutes, stamping his feet impatiently, his leather boots tapping against the marble floor.
"How long will it take?" he asked his mother in a low voice.
But his eyes were fixed on the door of Sept, where his attendant was holding a delicate box, which contained his newly purchased Valyria steel arrowhead.
He couldn't wait, because he had just tried it this morning and the arrow could penetrate three layers of oak boards. He was already thinking about which disobedient servant he should use to test it after the ceremony.
"Patience, Your Majesty." The voice of Marga li·Tyrell next to her was soft. "The Seven Gods like to watch people wait."
"Today is a good day. The brave will finally be rewarded."
She patiently tried to appease the king, but if you observe carefully, you can find that her eyes drift to the Sept side door from time to time, where seven of her guards stand, with their hands always on the hilt of their swords.
Since experiencing yesterday's riot, Marga Li has understood how important it is to have bodyguards with you at all times.
Hearing this, Joffrey tossed his robes irritably. Next to him, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard Jaime Lannister stood proudly.
He specially shaved today, washed his blond hair mixed with gray, and even put on a brand new pure white armor, with a long-lost sincere smile on his face.
Although he was guarding the king, James kept his eyes fixed on the door, waiting for that familiar figure to appear. He was even more excited than the day he was canonized by the Dawn Sword.
This is that guy's big day, hehe.
Although he has been despised by the world, at least there is always someone who deserves the honor he deserves.
Next to James, little Tyrion stood behind, wearing a dark purple velvet jacket, trying to look dignified, but the too long hem made him look like a child wearing adult clothes.
He smiled softly, and there was no warmth in his eyes.
These days, since marrying Sansa Stark, Shae has never been touched by him.
No matter when the two women faced him with dark faces, Tyrion felt really exhausted.
It's all my fault for my father's arrangement...
"It's always nice to witness the heroic, isn't it?"
At this time, a voice sounded beside him.
Tyrion turned his head and saw Petyr Baelish standing next to him at some point.
This guy was dressed extraordinarily gorgeously today, wearing a dark green brocade jacket with silver threads embroidered with complicated arabesque patterns, and a mockingbird brooch flashing on his chest. He was simply dressed even more exaggeratedly than when he was canonized as Harrenhal Earl.
Vito·Corleone is awarded the title, you are singing and dancing here...
"I just feel bored."
Tyrion snorted, "This ritual is like aged cheese, shiny on the surface but moldy underneath."
"Oh, don't say that, dear Lord Tyrion!"
Hearing this, Petyr smiled exaggeratedly and said, "A Farmer is about to be canonized as a knight by the Minister of Justice. To be able to attract the attention of so many nobles is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We should all be happy for him!"
"You know, this is rare in the history of the seven the Seven Kingdomss. Even the tall Duncan Ser at least started as a servant."
He smiled quite enthusiastically, as if he was truly happy for the canonization of Corleone.
"There are many rare things in history."
At this moment, a voice beside him sounded, "I didn't see you much yesterday, I don't see you much today, tomorrow... who knows?"
The two of them looked sideways and saw a shiny forehead.
The head eunuch was wearing a simple gray robe, with his hands folded in the wide sleeves, and the expression of compassion still on his face. He moved calmly to stand on the other side of Petyr, and the three of them formed a subtle small circle.
"Lord Varys," Petyr's pupils narrowed slightly, then he nodded and said, "You look good today."
"Really?" Wallis touched his smooth chin. "Maybe it's because he slept well last night."
"My little birdie said that some people didn't sleep well last night. They seemed to be busy packing their luggage and preparing to travel far away."
As soon as these words came out, Petyr's smile froze.
But he quickly recovered and said calmly, "It is sometimes necessary to travel far away. If you stay in the same place for a long time, people will become dull, right?"
"Indeed." Wallis nodded, his voice very soft. "But sometimes when you leave too hastily, you always leave something behind."
"When I was in Pentos, my master always told me that when people are most proud, they must not be happy too early, otherwise when disappointment comes, they will not be able to accept the ending."
"I don't know what you mean," Petyr said.
"You will understand." Wallis smiled, then stepped aside and remained silent.
Seeing his appearance, Petyr had an ominous premonition in his heart, but before he could think about it, there was a commotion at the Sept door.
The crowd parted automatically, and a well-proportioned figure stepped in.
Vito·Corleone.
He wore a seemingly simple dark gray plate armor, not gorgeous, and it reflected a cold metallic luster under the sun.
The style of the armor is very simple, with no complicated patterns and no unnecessary decorations. Only the white coat of arms Black Hand on the chest makes people unable to take their eyes away.
He walked very slowly, each step was steady and powerful, his armored boots tapping the marble floor, his eyes looking straight ahead, looking directly at the Father statue.
[Dignity Iv3]'s aura is fully open, sweeping across the entire Sept like an invisible wave.
The whispers of the nobles stopped suddenly, and all eyes suddenly focused on him.
His back was straight and straight, completely unlike the humble posture that ordinary civilians used to have when meeting nobles. Instead, he walked as calmly as a king.
James looked at this scene, and the smile on his lips deepened.
Yes, that's it.
As Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, he could have directly canonized Corleone as a knight. He also has this qualification, but James is unwilling to do so.
Because he has always been known as the "Kingslayer", although he doesn't care, this will also implicate Corleone!
But now... Uncle Kevan is the person James respects the most. He upholds honor and has a noble character.
It is really appropriate for him to be canonized!
Under everyone's gaze, Corleone walked up to Altar and stood proudly.
The fat archbishop wore a gorgeous robe embroidered with the symbols of the Seven Gods. He straightened his back and tried to maintain his divine majesty.
"Vito·Corleone."
He shouted loudly, "You bravely saved the king when he was attacked and protected the majesty of the Iron Throne. The Seven Gods bear witness to your courage and loyalty."
"Now, under the witness of the seven gods and all the adults, you will make an oath and accept the highest honor and canonization!"
Taking a deep breath, the High Septon turned to Kevan Lannister, who was standing aside.
The Minister of Justice was wearing a dark blue dress today, with Lion Sigil on his chest.
His expression was serious, and he held a Longsword inlaid with Ruby in both hands.
According to the ceremony, he should step forward now, tap Corleone's shoulder with his sword, and recite the canonization oath.
However, under the expectant gazes of the fat bishop and everyone else, Kevan made no move at all.
He stood there, holding the sword in both hands, looking straight ahead, like a sculpture.
"My lord..." the fat bishop urged, but Kevan turned a deaf ear.
Sept was eerily quiet, with only the Archbishop's heavy breathing, tentatively reminding him again. "Sir... please proceed with the canonization...
But Kevan still didn't move.
Such a gesture made the fat bishop's forehead break into cold sweat.
What are you doing!
"Sir, please begin the canonization ceremony!"
After urging for the third time, the archbishop's voice began to become extremely impatient.
His son's illness still needs Corleone follow-up!
Fortunately, Kevan glanced at the entire audience and finally spoke, "I... will not canonize Corleone."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked at Kevan in great surprise, and then began to whisper.
"What?"
"What did he say?"
"Not canonized? Why?"
The Archbishop was even more trembling. "Sir... you...
"What are you doing, Uncle Kevan, end this ceremony quickly!"
At this moment, the heroic king stood up, pointed at Kevan's nose and shouted, "Corleone saved the king, he should be rewarded!"
"That's right...
"If you say you want to be canonized but you are not, aren't you kidding us?"
"The Minister of Justice can't act like this!"
As Joffrey finished speaking, everyone present started talking again.
But Kevan looked directly at the king and said in a very cold voice, "The program can be changed, Your Majesty."
"In view of what Corleone has done, I cannot canonize him!"
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar again.
James's face changed suddenly. He took a step forward, as if he wanted to complain about Corleone, but his brother beside him immediately grabbed his trouser leg and shook his head at him.
Then, Tyrion seemed to notice something and looked up at Petyr. He saw the guy smiling brightly. He even turned his head slightly and whispered to Varys: "It seems... the brave do not always get rewards."
But the head eunuch didn't look at him, didn't respond, and just remained silent.
Altar Before, the Archbishop was completely panicked.
He looked at Kevan, and then at the kneeling Corleone, and was at a loss. "This... This is not in compliance with the procedures. My lord, the king has approved it, and the church has unanimously agreed..."
Looking at this scene, Petyr's smile became more and more proud.
It worked.
The seeds of doubt have sprouted. Now, this Farmer will be stripped of all its halo and restored to its original shape. By then, all his properties...
Just then.
Sept Heavy and slow footsteps sounded at the door.
The heavy boots stepped on the floor, and every step sounded like a war drum, making him look extremely majestic.
Everyone turned their heads and held their breath.
I saw a figure standing against the light at the door of Baylor Great Sept.
The morning light poured in from behind him and formed a golden silhouette. He was very tall, with broad shoulders and a tall and tall figure. He was walking over with an unsheathed sharp blade in his hand.
His green eyes looked around, like a... lion patrolling his territory!