Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 263 Octopus spider?

He lay on the wooden board, wrapped in the rich smell of salt and smoke, which reminded him of the salted fish sitting on the chopping board waiting to be cut into pieces.

My legs are numb and the blood has long dried up. The intense pain may still be there, or it may not be there. I can no longer feel it.

From King's Landing to the entire royal territory, it seemed that it was all being hit by heavy rain.

Varys kept coughing and begging.

"Gods old and new, end my suffering, end me."

So, his legs were broken and poison was poured into his mouth. Varys knew the taste of this medicine, bitter and dry, which softened the roots of his teeth, which basically prevented him from biting his tongue.

A natural intelligence manager, a natural little bird.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Varys coughed up a trace of fresh blood.

Evan Arryn glanced at him sideways. Perhaps it was too cold in the windy wilderness. Varys felt as if his body was out of control and trembled uncontrollably. There were bumps at the bottom of every hair, which stood upright.

The iron gloves swung on his back, making a crisp sound. "Spider cannot die. The Duke needs to pry more than a little information out of him."

The golden eagle is a fancy golden eagle, but it is also so vicious. The contempt and disdain in Varys's heart had long been washed away by the heavy rain. His heart was empty, with only the empty sound of despair left.

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

He heard a clear sneer. This voice was so familiar. Varys opened his mouth. Wasn't this his own voice hiding in the dark and waiting for the situation to become clear? Exclusive to the Octopus Spider, exclusive to the Chief of Intelligence.

"If I hadn't reacted in time, only the gods would know what ridiculous things your people would have done in the Great Sept of Baelor." Evan Arryn raised his eyebrows, his whole face full of sarcasm.

With the tone of a winner, Varys coughed again, his saliva mixed with the wet sawdust powder, causing his nose to itch and he coughed continuously.

His words were as flowery and childish as his appearance. How could I have fallen into his hands?

The octopus spider has become the grasshopper's meal. It's really ironic that Varys is feeling gloomy inside.

"Hail Stannis!" Evan Arryn waved his arms defiantly. "A beautiful stroke," he boasted.

Varys was speechless. Thinking of the unknown assassins who had taken the lead and misled the people, his chest felt like it was being pressed down by a huge rock, making it difficult to breathe.

"Tender meat oozing with the aroma of fat, golden dragons making clanging sounds, and the unprecedented drama in King's Landing. If we don't seize this opportunity, how can the Andals soar under the protection of the Arryn family?"

The wheels suddenly shook, and Varys' mouth and nose repeatedly hit the salt-smelling wooden boards. His fat body twisted and he made no sound.

He could tell where the road led to, either the king's camp of the Vale people, or Harrenhal, which was occupied by Arryn.

“People pray to the Father for judgment, so that justice may be done.”

Joffrey was dazed, his sleepy eyes struggling, and the whip fell swiftly.

"No!" he screamed, but was still a step behind the whip, and a bloody mark appeared on the king's back.

"Ahwa-wa-woo!" Joffrey moved his limbs slowly, as if the whip had drained away his last bit of strength. Sobs flowed out of his mouth, just like his uncontrollable snot and saliva.

The nun raised her long whip and looked at him indifferently, "Who are you?"

Joffrey's lips were trembling, obviously not because of the cold, but because of fear. His neck was twitching unusually, and the muscle contractions could be clearly seen.

"Water! I'm thirsty." Joffrey craned his neck, veins bulging along his temples, and his expression pleading.

Damn it! Damn it! That's the look of a sheep, not a stag! Not a Baratheon!
The nun showed a rare look of pity, "Everyone in the world is thirsty, can't your Majesty see that?"

"Crack!"

Another whip came down.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" Joffrey wailed and knelt down in pain begging for mercy, but all he got in return was another beating.

The door opened softly, "creaky." Joffrey looked at the person who came in. His gray hair and beard covered the obvious wrinkles on his face.

So kind. A strange sense of closeness surged into Joffrey's heart, and he couldn't help but hunch his limbs and crawl on the floor in a twisted manner, "Water." Bloodshot occupied the whites of his eyes, like a dying person.

A cool and even sweet feeling touched his lips, and Joffrey's head stopped there, slightly stunned.

Then he swallowed, swallowing the water desperately, like vultures fighting for rotten flesh.

"May the Seven Gods bless you, Your Majesty." The High Sparrow squatted down and smiled at him.

Joffrey swallowed, tears streaming down his face. His throat seemed to be choked. He spoke word by word, "I... I pray for the protection of the gods."

The High Sparrow put his arm around Joffrey and patted him on the back. "Of course they will. You are the king, the king blessed by God. His rainbow sword is for you."

Joffrey swallowed his snot and tears and whimpered "Hmm"

"Good boy!" The High Sparrow pulled his arms away and ruthlessly closed the door as Joffrey pleaded.

"Don't go! Don't go! Uwaa ...

The whip, the king, begging for mercy, the nun. In a dark hut.

"I will be of great use to you, Lord Artis." Varys swallowed blood, tasting its sweet and fishy taste.

Attis looked at Varys. He had never thought that he would have any intersection with the famous octopus spider, the intelligence minister who had served two dynasties. After all, the lord of the valley only needed to maintain the order of the kingdom and live safely in the Eyrie. Even if he did not care about government affairs, it would not be a bad thing to leave all matters to the Gates of the Moon. It might be more efficient.
"King Robert's death, this war, the whereabouts of Wildfire, all of these are strange," Artis said, staring at Varys's eyes that were tortured to the point of collapse. "Too many strange things, you are in King's Landing, you know everything, come," he stood up and picked up the wine glass beside him, "moisten your throat and tell me slowly, who are you loyal to, Stannis? It's not like Tywin, and it's even more impossible. Who else? Tell me, and your life will be safe."

Varys remained silent and closed his eyes in resignation.

Evan Arryn looked at the Duke, who sighed softly and nodded.

Spider was dragged into prison and tortured.

If the red-robed woman were here, things would be much simpler, Attis thought, and couldn't help looking out the window. The huge God's Eye Lake seemed like melted wax, and the water flow was much slower than what could be seen with the naked eye.

He just sat there, waiting for the Golden Eagle to give him an answer.

From day to night, from the extinguished candle ashes to the lit oil drops, Attis held the book and pinched marks on the paper.

Evan Allyn came over, holding the Spider's reply in his hand.

"do you died?"

"not yet."

"Drag it out."

Attis stood up, and Ange and Harold Hatton beside him hurriedly followed, carrying armor and swords.

The knights of the valley gathered around, and a huge bonfire rose in the center of the castle, surrounded by towers, as if it was in the palm of Harren's hand.

"In the name of Robert the First of House Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I, Artys of House Arryn, Lord of the Eyrie, Keeper of the Trident and Warden of the East, do sentence you to death."

Varys lowered his head, with the last expression left on his face in the world, it was a look of astonishment mixed with unwillingness.

The head fell, and there was another corpse added to Harrenhal.

Octopus spider?

There are no more octopuses in Westeros.

(End of this chapter)