Chapter 554
2021-01-06
Chapter 554 Qingjun's side! (below)Igor wears nothing but the Magic pendant that Melisandre wears around his neck day and night. Last night, he confirmed that this thing has the function of detoxifying the wearer by asking the witch, and then used the authority of Goddess' agent to forcibly "borrow" it - and used it as the basis for drinking the poisonous wine today.
The chain is useful. The high temperature released by its core gemstone when running Magic detoxification is as hot as boiling water, making people unable to help worry that its next moment will burst due to severe temperature changes. But no matter how hot the gemstone is, it is only something worn on the surface of the body. Now that Igor's ability to withstand high temperatures has been greatly enhanced, it is not difficult to endure - the scale of R'hllor hidden under the skin of the chest is the The real fright and horror, embedded under the skin is not only hot like a red-hot piece of iron, but also wrapped in all directions by the skin and flesh, so that the heat has nowhere to dissipate. Under the mutation... Igor also felt that Others was killed by Dragonsteel The taste of the weapon piercing his body, and in the pain worse than being tortured by a soldering iron, he vaguely heard the sound of oneself's blood boiling, and smelled the smell of burnt flesh.
This intense burning pain releases at least two messages: First, the medicine provided by Qyburn Maester is truly amazing; Second, the scales given to oneself by R'hllor are also constant. An antidote spell, and probably much higher level than Melisandre's chain.
Think about it: even the existence of the Red Woman level can think of things, Goddess who followed their beliefs and lived for hundreds of thousands of years, chose the gifts and body protection symbols provided by the spokesperson for her oneself, how? Will it be worse than the priests under his command?
This kind of potion will not bring pain to the poisoned person, which creates a very strange situation: the two poisoned people die cleanly, and the one who is still alive is trapped in the magic detoxification. in the burning pain. Enduring until the muscles in his face were twisted, Igor continued to open the neckline tremblingly, tearing and pulling down until he could see the scales when he lowered his head: on the flat sternum, the slightly convex part hidden by the dragon scales was flushed red, It was hot to the touch, but he obviously didn't suffer from physical burns, and he didn't know whether it was his senses that exaggerated the pain, or the dragon scales were detoxifying and repairing the burns he suffered.
Although I was so hot that I wanted to take a knife and gouge the piece out of the flesh, it was about oneself's life after all - in fact, Igor not only didn't dare to mess with that piece of scale, he even borrowed money from Melisandre. The chain is also obediently and honestly worn and dare not take off: 2>1, he still has the basic common sense, although it is unlikely, but in case it is possible: this poison is really fierce... just rely on the scale of R'hllor Can't figure it out?
The scene where Varys and Petyr fall down one after another in just a few seconds in a movie is so shocking that Igor is still holding on to the table when he knows that oneself is not poisoned. Dare to leave your seat a little bit.
Slowly stood up, straightened his waist... There was no difference, he pressed the hilt of the sword cautiously and approached the two people who fell to the ground in turn, leaned over to confirm that they were both heartbeat and their breathing had disappeared before letting go.
He took a breath and stood on the floor in the center of the house, quietly watching the scene of the crime caused by oneself:
The Prime Minister of Targaryen Queen and the Master of Whisperers and Daenerys are at least the top two ministers who have the right to speak on the surface. The combination and means are enough to pry Westeros and even the entire ice and fire world to the two big shit sticks, which have become two dead flesh lying quietly on the ground, no longer threatening the outside world.
Once upon a time, oneself was just a person who jumped up and down, it was difficult to change the plot, even if it might attract the attention of key characters, you had to think twice, even if you were dealing with a supporting role, you had to go all out to bet everything on a nobody?
But now, oneself has become a ruthless character who even stomps and stomps the Seven Kingdoms, and can kill the "great character" in the eyes of ordinary people with the touch of a finger.
Well...the above sentence is obviously a bit exaggerated. But in any case, the excitement brought by the biggest active adventure in his life just now, and the sense of control that has been able to control the direction of the world, still makes his blood boil and his mentality inflate temporarily.
The last bizarre speech he made a moment ago seemed to be going crazy, but in fact, he wanted to make the two listeners think about it and make the heartbeat speed up and the blood flow to ensure that the poison takes effect. ...But, halfway through the words, it was really uncomfortable, to be comfortable for oneself, and to give an explanation to the two dead people...
He decided to finish the pretense.
"It's cold on the ground, and you are dead, so I won't talk nonsense."
There is a faint smell in the air, and I don't know which feces and urine are incontinent. In this strange mix of food and wine aromas, the final act of this killing feast opens...a one-man show.
"Yes, I think the two of you are in the way, so I hope you can leave the Queen's side." The belt was undone from his waist and hung on the sword stand by the wall - drinking with a colleague with a sword on his back, it was a bit strange after all.
"The two of you will not be obedient to resign, even if you resign the Queen, you will not agree, even if the Queen agrees...you will definitely continue to make trouble in other corners of this world..."
He threw the white water from Varys glass into the fireplace, poured half a glass of poisoned wine, and made the illusion that he was drinking normally until the last moment before the poisoning - in order to make oneself "bad stomach" lie, which is After eunuch finished drinking a glass of wine, he insisted on changing it to water. Igor had no position to force him to continue drinking, so he could only let it go. But if he didn't change it back, those who went back to investigate the scene would definitely not be able to understand why he was poisoned.
"After thinking about it, I can only make a difficult decision: I will come forward in person, and ask the two of you to go to a place that will never affect the Queen's great cause and hinder my plans for the South Expedition—"
Moved the chair, made sure that there were no obstacles on the ground between oneself's seat and the door, and then checked the room to make sure there were no details, then he walked back to the oneself chair and put his hand on the back of the chair. , revealed the final answer without any audience curiosity.
“Hell.”
……
It is said that hearing is the last feeling that disappears during death. Probability... But Igor has neither the energy to confirm the former legend nor the time to wait for the two bodies to become cold and hard to prevent the latter.
He had more important things to do—the aftermath.
The aftermath here, of course, does not refer to dealing with two corpses.
The reason why Varys and Petyr went to the appointment even though they knew that the meal was a feast at hongmen, the logic of the decision was simple: Igor controlled Winterfell, and when he controlled the life of anyone in the castle. At the same time, it is also responsible for everyone in the castle.
He seems to control the lives of everyone in Winterfell, but he actually has to protect anyone in the city wall - because no matter who, where in the city wall, what happens... … even if it has nothing to do with him, he is responsible. This unity of opposites between power and duty is actually a disguised guest right: you can kill me, but you can't get rid of the blame for killing me, and you can't afford the consequences of killing me.
Before starting, the master's factual identity was the advantage that he could force the two to come to the door to die; but after he succeeded, it became the biggest trouble holding him back.
Eunuch and Littlefinger are two shit sticks. In this Winterfell, there is no essential difference whether it is poison to death, hacking, falling from a building or mysterious disappearance - everyone will think that It was oneself who killed these two, and Daenerys will definitely put the blame on oneself. Igor couldn't get rid of the responsibility, but at least hoped that the Queen would not think that he was a murderer, and would not be suspicious and resentful because of this, relying on oneself every moment for the rest of his life, but thinking about how to guard against and get rid of him.
I have cleared the king's side but I don't want to be identified as a treason... To achieve this impossible goal, there is only one way to go.
The victim will not be the murderer, and he has to be poisoned to death.
Clenching his fist to make sure his fingers were still moving smoothly, he took a deep breath and pulled down the chair that oneself was sitting on a moment ago.
"peng!"
Unlike his soft flesh, the chair overturned and hit the ground heavily, making a loud bang. He immediately strode towards the exit and hit the ground. Open the door and stumble into the cold wind outside.
Outside the door, the land-grant army soldier and Unsullied, in groups of three or four chatting in a sheltered corner not far away, turned their heads in unison, looking towards him with surprised and curious eyes .
"Your Majesty?"
Igor didn't answer, but with a frantic expression, he bent down to support the wall, and put his right hand index and middle fingers into his mouth tremblingly. In the middle, as if desperate, he frantically scratched his throat.
The gag reflex took effect steadily, and after two seconds, he vomited with a wow.
He didn't stop talking at the dining table just now, and the vomiting was particularly spectacular at this moment. The soldiers outside the door stared at him stunned for several seconds. The four Unsullied soldiers brought by Varys and Petyr He was the first to realize that something was wrong and rushed into the house.
"The food is... poisonous!" He vomited most of it, and finally had time to speak, "Block the castle... and control the kitchen and... everyone who has access to the food... Get up..." At least the vomiting was real, and he vomited again with a wow, and he couldn't even breathe: "Go and call Qyburn...and Melissa...help me..."
Before finishing the last sentence, he rolled his eyes and fell headlong into oneself's vomit.
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(end of this chapter)