The Red Keep, Throne Room.
Robert Baratheon's roar nearly shook the jagged iron spikes off the Iron Throne.
"An assassin?!"
"In my King's Landing! In broad daylight! My son nearly pinned to a wall by a crossbow bolt?!"
He lifted his bloated body and kicked over the low table in front of him, laden with wine glasses.
Fragrant wine mixed with glass shards spilled across the floor.
"Search the entire city! Drag that damned assassin out for me! I'll hang him on the city walls to feed the crows!"
Joffrey stood to the side, his face still pale with shock.
But his gaze towards Lynn was filled with fervent admiration.
"Father! Lynn saved me! You must reward him handsomely!"
Robert's gaze fell on Lynn, his brutal rage calming slightly, replaced by undisguised appreciation.
"Good lad!"
Robert's large, fan-like hand clapped heavily on Lynn's shoulder again.
"You saved my son's life!"
"What do you want! Speak!"
"Gold dragons? A sword? Or a prostitute? Anything I have, it's yours!"
Lynn's face was expressionless, he merely bowed slightly.
"Your Majesty, I merely did what I had to do."
He paused, his face seemingly a shade paler, his breathing becoming somewhat rapid.
"Just now, to block that arrow, I used a secret technique, which was very taxing."
"I need to go back to my room to rest and recover."
This explanation was reasonable.
After all, that lightning-fast sword strike, to onlookers, seemed almost beyond human capability.
Attributing it to some mysterious "secret technique" made it easier for people to accept.
"Quick! Take him to rest!"
Robert's eyes lit up, and he immediately ordered the Kingsguard beside him.
"Find him the best room! Station guards, no one is to disturb him!"
Joffrey looked even more anxious: "Ser Lynn, you must rest well!"
He had unilaterally bestowed the title of "Ser" upon Lynn, though he indeed had that right.
Lynn nodded to the King and Prince, and under the "escort" of two Kingsguard, turned and left the noisy Throne Room.
The moment he turned, his peripheral vision caught Petyr Baelish standing in the corner.
Littlefinger's concern was perfectly appropriate, but Lynn could detect the shadow of a disrupted plan deep in his eyes.
The game had just begun.
Don't rush, Lord Baelish… Inside the tower bedroom in the Red Keep, assigned to Lynn.
Lynn locked the door and then braced it firmly with a heavy chair.
Outside the window, King's Landing was in an uproar due to the assassination attempt, with gold cloaks searching house to house.
Lynn knew they would find nothing.
The assassin was probably hiding in some dirty corner of Flea Bottom, waiting for the commotion to die down, then to flee King's Landing and never return.
Lynn secured the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, and rolled his eyes back.
The entire world instantly fell silent.
A terrifying mental power of 25 points surged in his consciousness.
The assassin's "coordinates" had long been locked by his Greensight.
Warg (Mastery)!
Buzz—
Consciousness was instantly drawn away!
Lynn's mental power transformed into an invisible thread, passing through the stone walls of the Red Keep, crossing the bustling streets, and precisely piercing into a foul-smelling, cheap inn in Flea Bottom, south of the city.
Found you, little mouse!
A scrawny man was curled up under the bed frame, trembling like a sieve.
The fear of failure and resentment towards his employer intertwined in his mind, making his mental defenses as fragile as a thin sheet of paper.
Lynn's consciousness effortlessly surged in!
The scrawny man's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes instantly becoming vacant.
The next second, that vacuity was replaced by an absolute calm and madness.
Lynn opened his eyes.
Controlling this "new" body, he crawled out from under the bed frame.
He did not run away.
He walked to the mirror, looked at the unfamiliar face in the reflection, and a bizarre smile spread across his lips.
Then, Lynn turned, pushed open the door, and strode purposefully in one direction.
Inside the Throne Room of the Red Keep, the atmosphere remained heavy.
King Robert's rage had not yet subsided; he was gripping the members of the Small Council, discussing how to strengthen King's Landing's defenses.
Queen Cersei Lannister had also rushed over upon hearing the news.
She had lost her usual elegance, speaking anxiously to the King, her face full of sorrow and anger, then soothing her frightened son with the gentlest tone.
Jaime Lannister, clad in white armor, stood silently beside the Iron Throne.
His golden short hair gleamed in the firelight, but his green eyes, looking at Cersei and Robert, held a complex emotion that no one could decipher.
Just then.
"Bang!"
The heavy oak door of the Throne Room was violently thrown open from the outside!
A ragged, stinking, scrawny figure rushed in like a mad dog!
"Assassin!"
The two closest gold cloaks didn't even have time to react before they were knocked aside by the figure's desperate charge.
Lynn held a dagger, his target clear, aiming directly at King Robert on the Iron Throne!
The entire Throne Room instantly erupted into chaos!
The screams of the noblewomen rose and fell!
"Protect His Majesty!"
Ser Barristan Selmy roared, drawing his sword.
But someone was faster than him!
Jaime Lannister!
He moved almost the instant Lynn burst in.
His golden figure was like a flash of lightning, instantly blocking Robert.
He didn't even draw his sword, merely executed a clean side-step, precisely parrying Lynn's dagger with his vambrace.
At the same time, he delivered a lightning-fast kick with his right leg, striking Lynn squarely in the knee.
"Crack!"
A bone-chilling snap.
Lynn screamed, lost his balance, and fell heavily onto the cold marble floor.
Before he could even struggle, several longswords were already pressed firmly against his neck and back.
The crisis was averted.
The entire process happened in a flash of lightning.
King Robert still maintained his leaning posture, his cloudy eyes filled with shock and lingering fear.
He had drunk too much; under the numbing effect of alcohol, he hadn't even registered what had happened.
He had almost been killed by a vermin from Flea Bottom.
"Speak! Who sent you?!"
A gold cloak pressed the tip of his sword against Lynn's throat, demanding sharply.
Lynn lay on the ground, his body convulsing violently from the intense pain, blood continuously gushing from his mouth.
He struggled to lift his head, his gaze sweeping past everyone, fixed on the beautiful blonde woman in splendid attire standing beside the throne.
Cersei Lannister.
He used his last ounce of strength to let out a shrill, hoarse cry.
"It was... it was the Queen!"
"Queen Cersei sent me!"
"She also told me to assassinate Joffrey!"
"She... she promised me... gold and land..."
"For... for the Lannisters!"
He hadn't finished speaking when Jaime's longsword plunged down without hesitation.
Lynn also withdrew his consciousness before death arrived; he didn't want his mind to suffer severe trauma.
The poor assassin was executed directly before he even understood what had happened.
As the longsword precisely pierced the assassin's heart.
Blood stained the golden lion cloak of the Lannisters.
Inside the Throne Room, a deathly silence fell.
You could hear a pin drop.
Everyone's eyes, in unison, converged on Cersei Lannister.
Cersei's elegance and concern completely froze on her face.
She stared blankly at the gradually cooling corpse on the ground, then at the gazes from all around her, mixed with shock, suspicion, and scrutiny.
Her beautiful blue eyes were filled with confusion.
Her mind was completely blank.
The Queen?
Me?
When did I send someone to assassinate Robert?
And how could I possibly have someone assassinate my own son?
And Petyr Baelish, standing in the corner of the crowd, his face, which always bore a playful smile, instantly lost all color.
Cold sweat immediately drenched his back.
He, of course, knew who this assassin was.
His meticulously placed chess piece, his brilliant plan of 'driving a tiger to devour a wolf'... how could it have turned out like this?
Why did this assassin try to kill Robert?
And why... did he implicate Cersei?
This is impossible!
This is illogical!
It was as if an invisible ghost was messing with his chessboard.
A chill from the depths of his soul made his body tremble uncontrollably.
The Bran incident, and trying to incite Ned to investigate Lord Arryn's death, why did everything turn out contrary to his wishes?
No, this matter is too important, he must quickly destroy all evidence!
"Cersei—!!!"
A roar like that of a wounded beast broke the deadly silence.
Robert Baratheon's bloodshot eyes glared fixedly at his Queen.
The murderous intent in his gaze almost materialized!
Above the tower, Lynn suddenly opened his eyes.
He heard the roar that echoed through the Red Keep.
He slowly exhaled a turbid breath, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curving upwards.
He had originally intended to manipulate Jaime into attacking Robert.
However, with his current mental strength and Warg level, manipulating Jaime to fight Cersei would be a bit strenuous, so he ultimately abandoned the idea.
Failure would only make them wary.
Moreover, he didn't want the Baratheons and Lannisters to go to full-scale war.
That way, he wouldn't be able to extricate himself, and with insufficient troops, he wouldn't gain experience points, not to mention Daenerys was waiting for him across the Narrow Sea.
For now, it was safer to go to Essos first, abduct Daenerys, and then recruit soldiers and horses.
Littlefinger, you played your hand well.
Now, it's my turn.
You want the Lannisters and Starks to fight, don't you?
Then I'll first sow discord between the Baratheons and Lannisters.
I'll sicken you.
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