As soon as Michelle spoke, Linn looked at him in surprise. "You, a thick-browed boy with big eyes, actually joined Black Hand Mafia?"
However, Michelle answered honestly, "No?"
"Then what did Black Hand Mafia say hello to you?"
As soon as these words came out, Michelle suddenly said excitedly, "How handsome!"
"I have heard a lot about Black Hand Mafia's work style in Vale. I will leave this sentence every time I clean up traitors and enemies."
"I've wanted to try saying that for a long time!"
Hearing this, the corner of Linn's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't know how to evaluate this kid, but Michelle had such an out-of-the-box personality, so just let him be.
Petyr here recognized the two of them immediately.
Lynn·Corbray?
Michelle Redford?
Seeing clearly that the visitors turned out to be two famous knights in Vale, Petyr was almost sweating from his chin, and his mind was running rapidly.
How did these two guys get in?
Since ancient times, the Eyrie has only one way to get in. No matter how useless the Eyrie's guards are, they will not let two fully armed knights silently touch them right under their noses!
Damn... it must be that old immortal Brynden Tully!
You said you are a fucking Knight of the Bloody Gate, just keep guarding Bloody Gate for me, and you have nothing to do all day long to wonder about the truth of these crooked ways?
I want to rebel!
But... none of this matters anymore.
Looking at the arrows in Michelle's hand that could be fired at any time, Petyr didn't dare to bet on the archery skills of this elite Vale knight.
He swallowed and thought frantically about how to escape.
"Sir Lynn, how long has it been since we last met?" Petyr said, deciding to play the emotional card with the more familiar Lynn first.
"Long enough."
There was no emotion in Lin En's tone. "It's been so long that I almost didn't recognize you, Mr. Baelish. To be honest, compared to the last time we met, you have... become uglier."
Is this the point?
Petyr almost didn't curse out loud, but still said softly, "Governing Vale is not an easy job."
"Really? But I heard that you are very happy in management. Some time ago, you even arranged for my elder brother to marry a rich wife.
Lin En smiled sarcastically and said, "Thank you so much, Lord Petyr. I heard someone said that Lyonel took two days just to count the dowry."
"This..." Petyr, who always had a bright tongue, was stunned by Lin En and was speechless for a moment.
After all, he originally promised to help Lin En become Heart's Home Earl, but in the blink of an eye, he went to be a matchmaker for his elder brother Lyonel. This is more or less unethical.
"Sir Lynn."
But after all, it was Petyr·Baelish. His ability to be thick-skinned had penetrated deep into his bones, and he continued to confuse him, "If I remember correctly, you took my money and left Vale."
"Oh?" Hearing this, Michelle Redfort raised her eyebrows slightly and teased Lin En: "Unfortunately, I thought you were really determined to join Lords Declarant against this guy."
"It seems like you are not honest either, Linn."
However, faced with Michelle's half-truth and half-false ridicule, Lynn just shrugged indifferently.
"This time, that time."
"Lyonel That guy Earl didn't do very well in the first place. He almost ruined the whole family before I left. And when I went back to Heart's Home not long ago, that guy didn't even let me in. It's simply too much!"
He is quite open and doesn't hide anything.
"You're quite vindictive."
Seeing this, Michelle didn't ask any more questions and just made another mocking comment.
After all, Lyonel·Corbray Earl is a famous prodigal son in Vale, so it is normal for Lin En to want to replace him.
And if given the chance, who wouldn't want to be Earl?
But since Michelle is the youngest son in the family, if we really want to fight, we have to kill the three older brothers first!
This matter is too complicated and basically unfeasible. After all, he is not the fifth generation of Aegon·Targaryen. He sits at home and the throne comes from heaven.
But this does not prevent Michelle from sometimes having sweet dreams of being Earl.
However, Lynn did not deny it, which made Petyr think that there was an opportunity, and continued to strike while the iron was hot, "Sir Lynn."
"We don't have to go that far. You know, I always appreciate capable people."
"Hmm." Linn raised his eyebrows, wanting to see how many farts this guy could come out of.
"Your eldest brother Lyonel.
"Although I acted as a matchmaker for him, it does not mean that his Earl is secure. That guy has always liked gambling, and it is said that he lost most of his wife's dowry. Heart's Home's vassals also criticized him. You should know this better than me."
"If... I mean if."
Seeing that Lin En did not refute, Petyr took another step forward. "If you are willing to help me get through this little difficulty tonight, I Petyr·Baelish swear to Seven that I will definitely help you become Heart's Home Earl!"
As soon as these words came out, Sept was quiet for a moment.
The tip of Michelle Redfort's arrow was still as steady as a rock, but his eyes moved quickly between Petyr and Lin En, and most of the teasing smile on the corner of his mouth had disappeared.
"Petyr-sama."
However, Lin En spoke slowly, as if he was seriously considering the proposal. "What you said... is really tempting."
Petyr has seen this expression too many times. It is obvious that the other party is tempted and just needs another push.
He immediately struck while the iron was hot. "There are only three of us here now, and no one will know about this."
As he said that, Petyr glanced at Michelle, and the meaning was self-evident.
He actually planned to trick Linn into killing him!
"Ha... hahahaha!!!"
However, before he finished speaking, Lin En burst out laughing!
Not only Lynn, but also Michelle Redfort couldn't help laughing.
"Sorry, Master Petyr."
Lin En seemed to have heard some big joke, holding her stomach and out of breath. "What you said is really funny, Heart's Home Earl, after all, serious people don't want to be Earl?"
He pouted at Michelle: "Do you want to?"
Michelle immediately answered, "Of course I do, I've never dreamed of it!"
"Hahaha!!"
The two of them laughed wildly to themselves again, until Petyr's face began to turn gloomy, and then Linn stopped laughing and straightened his back.
He raised his chin slightly, and his usually playful eyes were now a little more serious.
"What nonsense are you talking about, Petyr·Baelish."
Lin En stretched out his hand and tapped his fingertips twice on the white armor on his chest.
The white armor reflected a cold luster in the candlelight, and Kingsguard's pure white cloak hung from his shoulders.
Lin En shouted proudly, "Keep your eyes open for me to see clearly. I, Lin En Corbray, am now Kingsguard, the one who swore an oath in front of Seven!"
"No land, no wife, no children, do you know what this means?"
.. It means you are mentally ill." Petyr almost couldn't hold it back.
However, Lin En added, as if he was explaining some great truth.
"It means that I no longer have anything to do with House Corbray. Even if that idiot Lyonel loses all the castle, he has nothing to do with me!"
"I now... only value honor!"
As soon as these words came out, Petyr's head buzzed.
In the eyes of outsiders, it is indeed the highest honor for Kingsguard to give up inheritance rights, give up marrying and having children, and give up fiefdom to protect the royal family.
However, for ambitious people like Petyr, they cannot understand it.
What's more...
You're fucking Lynn Corbray!
That guy who only cares about gold and boys, the word "honor" from your mouth is an insult!
Petyr is very angry.
However, before he could be angry for too long, the Lady Forlorn in Lin En's hand had already been unsheathed.
"Petyr·Baelish!"
"You actually murdered Lysa Mrs. Tully and blamed her on Sansa·Stark!"
"I didn't!" Petyr took half a step back unconsciously.
However, he still said stubbornly, "Lysa is my wife, how could I kill her!"
"Really?"
Lin En snorted coldly, "The death of my predecessor Hand of the King Jon·Arryn must have been your fault, right?"
.Tears of Lys."
This word slowly came out of Lin En's mouth. Petyr's pupils suddenly shrank, and he instinctively waved his hands to deny it.
"I didn't, it's not me, don't talk nonsense!"
"Whether it's you or not, I don't care."
Lin En did not give him a chance to defend himself, but said coldly, "Sir Michel and I are just responsible for blocking you here, don't let you escape, as for interrogating you...
"When the Vale lords arrive, they will chat with you slowly."
As soon as these words came out, Petyr's heart sank completely.
It wasn't because he was afraid of those lords. Whether it was John Royce or Morton Waywood, he had stayed in Vale for more than a year and had already figured out the details of these people.
Those people might be honest, brave, and have all the bullshit good qualities that the bard talks about.
But at the negotiation table, Petyr·Baelish believed that he had never lost to anyone. Even if he told lies, he was confident that the poisoning of Lysa·Tully would be pinned on Sansa's head.
But the problem now is that Lin En said the name "Tears of Lys" so easily.
You can't sit still and wait for death.
But what to do?
Petyr's brain is running at an unprecedented speed.
It is impossible to break through forcefully. Lynn Corbray Vale is not called the number one swordsman for nothing, not to mention there is also Michelle Redfort.
Persuade?
He just tried it.
Lin En is a guy who refuses to take soft and hard advice. He even refused the temptation of Heart's Home Earl.
Petyr's eyes swept around Sept calmly.
Seven statues are lined up along the curved wall, Father, Mother, Warrior, Maiden, the Smith, Crone, Stranger.
The candlelight danced under their feet, casting their shadows on the stone wall, like a group of silent judges.
For the first time in his life, Petyr actually began to call Seven in his heart to appear and help him!
But maybe the gods always favor villains, bullies and schemers.
Just when Petyr felt desperate.
Boom!
The whole Sept shook violently.
It was like something huge hit the foundation from the ground.
Everyone present was standing unsteadily, and the arrow in Michelle's hand actually shot out of his hand, hitting the door frame directly!
Thanks Seven!
Petyr immediately seized this gap and ran out without looking back!
"Fuck!" Michelle cursed and raised her bow again but it was already too late.
"Chase!" There was no time to think too much, and the two of them chased in the direction where Petyr escaped at the same time.
"Help! Someone come! You damn bastards!"
Petyr didn't dare to look back at all. He shouted and ran as fast as he could, but no one responded. Apparently they all went to put out the fire.
Behind him came Linn's curses, Michelle's chasing footsteps, and curses.
"It's all your fault! I told you not to set the fire, but you did. It's fine now. The load-bearing pillar must have been burned!"
"Fuck you!"
Lin's voice followed closely. "Didn't you fucking set the fire too!"
"Fart! What I'm burning is the kitchen. Do you know how far the kitchen is from Sept?"
"Then how do you explain that moment just now?"
"How the hell do I know!"
"Shut up, everyone is gone!"
"Then you should catch up faster!"
Petyr didn't have time to understand what they were arguing about.
He only knew that his legs were about to cramp from running, but fortunately, he was familiar with the structure of the Eyrie better than anyone else. At the end of this corridor was the hall, and the door through the hall led directly to the outside courtyard.
As long as I can run to the courtyard... there is hope!
Petyr ran at top speed and plunged into the empty hall.
The moonlight poured down from the stained glass windows high up, spreading a silvery white on the ground.
The gate is just ahead.
Less than fifty steps.
Petyr opened his legs and rushed towards the door symbolizing freedom with all his strength...
Then, an iron boot kicked him hard on the chest.
Bang!
This kick was so powerful that Petyr felt as if he had been hit head-on by a war hammer, and his whole body flew backwards and fell to the ground.
Severe pain spread from his chest to his limbs. He opened his mouth, but couldn't take in air, and his eyesight went black.
After finally regaining my sight, I raised my head and saw the moonlight pouring in from the door, and an ugly face full of scars slowly walked in from the door.
Looks like a demon crawling out of Seven Hells!
"The Hound...
Petyr struggled to get up and sat on the ground. In shock, he saw a slender figure walking out from behind the Hound.
Her long maroon hair hung down from her shoulders, the moonlight coated her whole body with a silvery halo, and her blue eyes were as bright as two cold stars in the night.
"Petyr-sama."
Sansa's voice was very soft, as if she was just greeting him. "Where are you going?"
The moment he saw Sansa, Petyr's chest was still aching, but he could no longer care about it. Instead, his brain became extremely clear-headed at this moment, because now he had reached... a desperate situation.
"Sansa."
Petyr pretended to be calm and showed concern. "It's great that you're okay!"
"I wanted to release you against all the odds. The prison was really not a place for human beings, but they all said you killed Lysa...
"It's you."
Sansa interrupted him mercilessly, "It was you who poisoned Aunt Lysa's wine glass."
"No!"
Petyr denied almost instinctively. "Sansa, why do you think so?"
"Lysa is my wife, how could I...
"Of course you will."
Sansa interrupted him again and said word by word, "You bewitched Lysa and poisoned Mr. Jon·Arryn, and then asked her to write a letter to my mother to blame Lannister."
"You poisoned Aunt Lysa and put the blame on me."
"This is your usual tactic, Petyr·Baelish, using one lie to cover up another lie, using the blood of one dead person to pave the way for the next dead person."
"You... why do you know..." Petyr's brain suddenly shut down.
Even if he was tricked by Sansa outside the Eyrie before, he only thought that the other party was under the orders of Corleone.
But now...
It's not because Sansa was right. She was right, every word was correct.
Is the girl in front of him still the Sansa·Stark he knew?
Petyr raised his head and saw Sansa under the moonlight, with a straight back and cold eyes. The temperament coming from his bones actually reminded Petyr of another person.
Vito·Corleone!
"Chaos is the ladder, Lord Petyr."
Sansa's voice sounded again, "Today, I will give you a chance."
As she spoke, she raised her chin behind Petyr.
Petyr turned his head and followed her gaze, and saw a long staircase that looked particularly bright under the moonlight.
. long.
And the end of the stairs was a place he was very familiar with.
-Moon Door!
For thousands of years, countless prisoners sentenced to death were pushed down from there and fell into Mountains of the Moon to pieces.
"Climb." Sansa's voice was light, but Petyr's legs began to tremble.
He turned around and looked at Sansa with pleading eyes, but all he got was the Hound approaching step by step.
Sansa's voice sounded again, "Chaos is a ladder that you have been climbing all your life. Now, I give you a chance."
"Climb."
Petyr swallowed, his eyes wandered back and forth between Sansa and Moon Door, and he tried to say something.
But the Hound continued to approach silently.
The boots stepped on the stone slab, and every step sounded like a death knell. Petyr began to instinctively retreat in panic.
One step.
Two steps.
He climbed slowly because his legs were beginning to lose control. Every time he climbed up a level, his breathing became more rapid.
However, the Hound continued to press forward step by step, until Petyr finally climbed to the last step.
Moon Door is right in front of him.
It was open, and the night wind was pouring in from outside. If you take another step forward, you will fall into the abyss.
The Hound ahead, abyss behind.
With no way to retreat, Petyr's legs softened and he knelt down towards Sansa!
"Sansa!"
The always elegant Mr. Petyr·Baelish finally shed tears without any backbone. "Please, don't do this to me!"
"Everything I did was because I love you too much. I just made the same mistake that all men in love in the world make. Please...
However, in the face of his sincere begging for mercy, Sansa just said coldly, "Keep climbing."
"No..." Petyr knelt in front of Moon Door, trembling all over.
"Continue."
"No! I can't! I can't...
"Sigh... it seems you are not that keen on climbing, Petyr·Baelish."
Sansa shook his head, turned around and walked towards the hall, leaving only this sentence.
Her back was stretched out in the moonlight, the hem of her long skirt swept across the stone steps, and she walked away step by step without looking back.
"Hello, Mrs. Little Birds...Sansa."
However, at this time, the Hound said, "Do you want to keep him and let this guy confess in front of Vale people to clear your name?"
"No need."
Sansa The cold voice came, giving a glimmer of hope to Petyr's heart, which made her fall into sadness again.
"What this guy is best at is talking nonsense. Who knows what he will say in front of those Vale people.
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"With a few slaps and a little intimidation, my cousin Duke of the Eyrie will be happy to cooperate with us."
Petyr knelt in front of Moon Door, watching the back of Sansa disappear behind the shadows, the fear in his heart had reached its peak.
At this time, the Hound was only one step away from him.
"Please...
Petyr instinctively shrank in the direction of Moon Door, almost losing his footing and falling.
"I can give you money, a lot of money, Corleone gives you whatever you want, I will pay double, triple, ten times...
, Hearing this, the Hound just sneered and said, "The favor I owe cannot be bought with money."
"Good night."
After saying that, he kicked Petyr hard in the chest.
His thin body couldn't withstand such an impact, so he flew into the air without any resistance.
"Ah!!!" The elegant Lord Petyr screamed like a woman, just like the way Lysa annoyed him during his lifetime0
The sound became farther and farther away, and soon nothing could be heard.
The hunting dog stood in front of the moon door, glanced down, and then spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm in disdain.
"Bah!
"He is indeed a coward."