Chapter 283 Eagle Time

The Red Castle has lost its backbone, and the many maids and servants inside it, and even the palace nobles from all over, are all staring blankly at the valley people occupying every corner, every room and every tower of the castle, like a line. The entrenched blue snake spit out its venom, and its thick venom spread all over the palace.

The flag of Arryn was raised. People in King's Landing, including those in the Red Keep, were somewhat impressed by this flag. It seemed that it had been raised briefly during the reign of Prime Minister Jon Arryn, but then it was basically replaced by more and more people. The Lannister golden lion banner replaced it, and even later there was a king's banner with half a stag and a golden lion.

I heard that this group of valley people respect the holy scriptures, etiquette and gods, and are very chivalrous. The monks thought so after seeing it, but they only heard it from hearsay. They could only fold their hands and pray silently, waiting for the situation in King's Land to change.

The civilians didn't respond much. It was already the time to rest at dusk, and the situation in King's Landing changed too frequently. Shortly after the death of King Robert, Stannis invaded, and then Lord Tywin, who was able to extract gold, was also killed in the street. He was The head bitten off by the direwolf was still being kicked as a ball by a beggar somewhere in Flea Bottom.

As for the Grand Duke of Arryn, people probably have no other impression of the time when the title of Eagle of the Vale made many people make a fortune at the tournament. Only foreign merchants and proud Vale people would be in the tavern. Bragging about the great achievements of this young Duke is comparable to Daeron I Targaryen who conquered Dorne.

They proudly shouted in front of everyone:

The Bleeding Gate, the defeat of the Three Rivers, the killing of the winter wolves in the north, the quelling of the war, the suppression of the rebel deer in the south, and the great victory in Blackwater were all due to Duke Attis Arryn!

The noble ladies hiding in the Red Castle palace and some noble children from the King's Land, the Stormlands and the Reach are all uneasy. Most of them are young, and their ability to analyze the current situation is not even as good as those who have been selling money in King's Landing all year round. Fish sailors, those who are timid may not be able to escape the fate of insomnia even if they are covered with pillows and quilts at night.

"Ta! Ta!"

"Ta! Ta!"

Attis walked in the long corridor leading to the king's residence from the Red Castle. Ten of the most elite blue-robed personal guards lined up in two rows behind the Duke. Their entire faces were covered tightly by their giant arc-top helmets, leaving only His eyes are especially sharp and bright in the darkness of the corridor. The heavy plate armor that comes standard with the elite knights of the valley also has steel spikes on the corners. Walking in the corridor gives a great deterrent to prying bystanders.

Of course, most of the blue-robed personal guards and the valley soldiers drawn from the Anda barracks wore chain armor and battle skirts, and there were not many in the army wearing plate armor.

"Duke Attis!"

Barristan's voice was behind him.

The blue-robed guards all lined up and turned around, leaving enough space.

"The Queen asked me to hand it over to you," Barristan stretched out his palm, and the brooch of the King's Hand was placed on it. A golden and bronze palm came to life, "as a symbol of the Prime Minister."

Attis nodded, took the king's hand, and put the brooch on his chest, "Thank you Queen Margaery for me, and I also thank you, sir."

"Also," Barristan saw Attis about to leave, and stopped him again, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "I'm afraid the king doesn't want to see anyone, so he locked himself in the room and ordered the Kingsguard to guard it. Door, if the Prime Minister wants to do anything, just do it yourself.”

Attis responded, he could see that Barristan still had something to say.

"Ahem!" Barristan stretched out his hand to half cover his mouth, "There are many matters related to the reputation of the Iron Throne that need you to decide."

Attis smiled, and this smile was very real in Barristan's eyes. "Sir Barristan is worrying too much. I came to King's Landing this time just for justice." He paused and turned to look at the door leading to the king's bedroom. down the narrow staircase and said to Barristan:

"I have also heard about King Joffrey's unusual behavior recently, and wanted to find out. After all, the king is the foundation of Westeros. Like us, we are just a floating tree with no roots."

Barristan nodded in agreement, "Indeed, it seems that the Prime Minister is already confident."

Attis stopped smiling and turned to face the stairs, "Since the king doesn't want to see him, I don't have to force him, otherwise it will be true no matter what."

"I just don't know," Barristan could not escape his curious nature after all. He asked in a low voice, "What kind of justice is the Prime Minister looking for?"

Artis's voice was low and could still be heard far in the long corridor, "It's just some old cases."

His eyes were piercing across the corridors and seemed to penetrate right into the palace of the Red Keep.

Barristan shut his mouth knowingly and frowned instead. He felt that the young head of Arryn, who had already stirred up the turmoil in Westeros, would also cause a bloody storm in King's Landing and the Red Keep.

Pycelle hid behind the wall and looked out to see the carriage coming from a distance. He quickly clapped his sleeves and stood up. If an acquaintance saw this, they would definitely not have thought of the old national master who often dozed off and drooled. Seal also has such a strong body.

"Hurry! Hurry!"

Using his hands and feet, he climbed onto the carriage and patted the coachman heavily on the shoulder and back.

"Go from the Royal Forest to the Bitter Bridge, hurry!"

Pycelle collapsed in the carriage, panting. He had often interacted with Robert Royce, and thought that his possible relationship with Duke Attis had been resolved. However, as the valley army entered the city, his inner uneasiness intensified. I was determined that I could no longer stay in King's Landing and wanted to return to the academy as soon as possible.

The carriage started quickly, and when he heard the clatter of horse hooves, his heart gradually became calmer.

But the last stone that fell in my heart was lifted up again by the same rapid footsteps all around.

"Grand Maester Pycelle." It was Robert Royce's voice.

Pycelle forced out a smile, and others looked like he was crying and laughing at the same time, and showed his head.

"I wonder, Minister of Justice, ahem, what does Sir Robert have to do with me?"

A smile appeared on Robert's face.

"Please help with the case."

"What case?" Pycelle blurted out.

"The Assassination of King Robert."

Fortunately, Pycelle felt relieved. He knew who was related to this case. At that time, he only needed to turn the information he knew into reasonable suspicion to avoid suspicion.

"And the poisoning of Lord Jon Arryn!"

Seven Hells Pycelle felt his eyes go dark, and suddenly he raised his head and fainted.

King's Landing, tavern and brothel.

Amory Lodge sat depressed at the table, drinking strong wine.

"We haven't received the money yet, but the Queen Mother has made no movement. Also, where has Master Magic Mountain gone?"

Uswick, the former deputy and current leader of the Warriors, asked.

Obviously asking himself, Amory Lodge shook his head, "I heard that Duke Attis Arryn was going to reward him with thousands of gold dragons. Haha, it's ridiculous. He has been recovering from his injuries, and we are the ones who have been He was protecting King’s Landing and the royal family, and it was he who was rewarded.”

"Damn it!" the mercenary shouted and cursed in a voice like a raven squawking.

"Just right!" shouted a mercenary, standing on the wooden table, drinking wine, "Master Magic Mountain invited us here to drink, maybe he wants to give us money."

Haha, Amory Lodge chuckled inwardly, who would give money to a group of greedy mercenaries?

He lay on the back of the chair, looked around, and found that the bartender had gone upstairs and the door had been closed at some point.

And the magic mountain hasn’t come yet

Amory Lodge reached for his waist. He was unarmed.

A feeling of uneasiness came over me.

"On the order of Lord Attis Arryn, Hand of the King, Amory Lodge and the mercenary members of the Warriors are arrested!"

The sound started from upstairs, and the sound of countless crossbows being loaded could be heard.

"Don't move!"

Figures in blue robes appeared on the wooden railing upstairs, with crossbows pointed at them.

The door was open, and a group of soldiers armed with spears and short bows blocked the door.

When it was over, Amory Lodge put down the wine glass, a handful of sour tears already covering his cheeks.