Chapter 16 Chess Pieces

Hearing this name, a big question mark popped up in Clay's mind.

Petyr Baelish!

Littlefinger?

It only took a second for Clay to realize who the name referred to.

Why did this famous conspirator in Game of Thrones send someone to kill him?

To be honest, Clay had a little strange emotion in his heart that he didn't know how to describe. It was definitely wrong to say he was flattered, but that's pretty much what it meant.

Wait, that’s not right, Robert didn’t bring Littlefinger with him when he went north to Winterfell.

The assassin would not kill him because he was the heir of White Harbor, it must be because of the conflict between him and Lannister.

But how do these little fingers know? Littlefinger sent an assassin to sneak into the prison from so far away to kill him?

And, what kind of communication method is this?

Calculating that it has only been two days since the incident happened, how could it be so fast? Still a round trip!

As far as Clay knew, the south had always been better at training ravens than the north. It took a day for the ravens who were fattened by good food to travel from Winterfell to White Harbor.

Calculated based on the distance, if it was really a raven that sent the message, the speed of the raven that sent the message would be at least twice as fast as the White Harbor raven.

I don’t know why, but Clay’s mind suddenly appeared in the mind of a muscular raven that has always been covered in tendons. To be honest, it’s eye-catching...

Shaking away his thoughts, Clay decided not to think blindly anymore, and it was better to ask directly.

"How did Petyr contact you?"

"Raven." The assassin spit out a word without warmth, dull and stiff.

Is it really a raven? To be honest, this refreshed Clay's understanding of this kind of creature. If used properly in war, the information gap can be greatly improved.

But now he doesn't want to get entangled in these meaningless details. What he wants to know more is, why did Littlefinger kill him?

The powerful magic power of the Yakxi Seal is indeed invincible against ordinary people, but Clay soon understood that the assassin in front of him was just a killer who carried out orders. As for why he killed himself, he didn't know.

After giving him another shot of Axi, Clay ordered him to lie face down on the ground. He didn't want the man's ugly face to affect his mood.

"I can't ask, what should I do next?" Clay was talking to himself in the silent cell.

Clay must not kill him here, although it is now easy for Clay. Clay can even order the assassin to wipe his own neck. However, whether he dies or the assassin dies, Littlefinger's purpose is achieved.

If she dies, the queen will have to face the angry Duke Stark and the king who can't get along with her at all. The queen will not be deposed because of her death, but her final relationship with the northern nobles will be torn apart.

The queen herself knew very well that she did not send an assassin, and she might think that the Stark family acted on their own.

And if the assassin is dead, his own existence can also achieve the above effect, but Clay is not dead. Therefore, looking at this matter at present, no matter what the outcome is, the purpose of driving a wedge between the Stark family and the Lannister family is the same. has been achieved.

So gloomy!

Thinking of this, Clay asked:

"You arranged that stupid Lannister too?"

"...Our job is just to lead him there just right." Because his face was on the ground, his voice was a little distorted, but Clay could understand it.

There was nothing more to ask for the time being. The assassin was still lying on the ground, in close contact with the cold cell floor.

Clay is now thinking about how to deal with the aftermath. What should he do if he won't become a living person?

The candle burned quietly, and the crystal tears fell drop by drop. Time passed slowly. Clay habitually added another shot of the Yaksi Seal. Just after the spell was finished, his hand suddenly froze in mid-air.

Yes, I can't kill him, but I can let him go on his own!

The idea came to him in an instant. The more Clay thought about it, the more reliable it became. After the idea was perfected, he ordered the dusty assassin to stand up and said to him in a serious and clear voice:

"Remember, you have killed Clay Manderly. Leave now, report this matter to your master Petyr immediately, and stop investigating information related to Clay."

"Yes, I remember." The assassin replied mechanically.

The Axi Seal has a limited duration. Although this thing is cognitive tampering, it is only temporary, Clay

All he needs to do is send the message to Littlefinger.

Just imagine, after he sends the message to Littlefinger, as long as he doesn't really see Clay, he won't doubt himself, and people won't take the initiative to deny themselves.

Taking a step back, what would he do even if he really found out that Clay was not dead?

Send another letter to Littlefinger, saying: I'm sorry, Master, the one I killed earlier is alive again. Just wait, I'll kill him again to show you.

As long as the assassin is not a fool, he will not do this, because in Littlefinger's view, this approach is a clear betrayal or the person who sent the letter is not a normal person at all.

Tools that have lost value or become mutinous should be abandoned or destroyed immediately. Little Finger must know how to stop losses in time.

Therefore, as long as this assassin wants to live for a while longer, for example, if he has the opportunity to run to the other side of the Narrow Sea, he must acquiesce that Clay is dead, and he can treat it as invisible if he sees it...

There were three of them in the entire king's team, and he was the only one who specifically received the assassination mission. This is why Clay dared to do this.

The assassin, who was confused and stumbling, as if he had been raped, left in despair. Before leaving, he closed the door for Clay, and then put the key back at the door to the waist of the jailer who had been knocked unconscious by him. The service was quite attentive.

Reviewing the incident, Clay found that he had inexplicably become Littlefinger's pawn to instigate conflicts between the Stark family and the Lannister family, which made him extremely unhappy.

At the same time, he also realized that his rank was still too bad. Only when things came to a head did he realize that something was wrong. However, as the general trend turned, he was sent to the cell by the other party through a small trick.

Thousands of miles away, Clay could feel the coldness behind Littlefinger's narrow smile.

At this point, although Clay is a chess piece, the chess piece has truly stood in the center of the chess game, although this is a very disadvantageous position.

After entering the situation in a daze, Clay no longer planned to stay in prison. There was no information here and everything was too passive.

Clay wondered if Bran had seen the queen and her brother having sex.

The second son of the direwolf family was crippled after falling. It was not a big deal when Rob was still alive, but when Rob had an accident, the master of the North became this young cripple.

The ironmen dared to openly drive hundreds of miles into Winterfell, which had a lot to do with this. In this world, a healthy and strong male heir was very important.

Countless blood and fire have taught many lords and nobles in Westeros that only the master who can wield the sword can keep evil neighbors at bay.