Chapter 148 The Strangler

Under the filament banner, Baratheon's golden crown, Lannister's crimson, Tyrell's emerald green, behind each coat of arms comes from an ancient and long-standing family.

They sat under a long row of tables, feasting and drinking, and gradually became lonely and drunk.

Sansa looked at the long silk banners, where dragon bones once hung. Their shadows seemed to be under the candlelight, and their eyes seemed to be staring at the guests at the banquet.

It was a large pastry, two yards long, and from within came the sounds of birds screaming, fluttering, and fighting.

Her little devil husband had just sat back at the table, his clothes soaked with red wine. Joffrey tipped his golden goblet over Tyrion's head and poured it from the little devil's cheeks to his. Among the clothes.

The king seemed to be preparing to use his widow's wail to cut the cake, but the queen stretched out her hand to stop her, "The widow's wail is not for cutting cakes."

Joffrey was persuaded by him and immediately called out to Ser Ilyn Payne, the Constable, also known as the "Executioner of the Realm".

A six-foot-long Valyrian sword with a sword face as dark as smoke and wider than a hand was pulled out by the executioner.

"Ice!" Sansa exclaimed in her heart, that was her father's sword.

Joffrey and Margaery had to work together to pick it up. They smashed a piece of ice into the pastry, and hundreds of white doves eagerly flew out of the crispy dough.

The cheers rang out like thunder, and the singers and musicians played music in response to the occasion.

They brought the cut cakes to Cole, but he didn't even have the desire to move.

Cole was telling Duran interesting stories about the Great Wall.

"Uncle, where do you want to go? You are my cupbearer, you are not allowed to leave!" They heard Joffrey shouting.

The drunk Emperor Qiao became even more unscrupulous.

Cole suddenly stopped talking and squinted his eyes.

Joffrey picked up the pigeon cake and chewed it wholeheartedly. It seemed that it was too dry, so he picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Although Tyrion was made things difficult for him by this brat, he obviously didn't want to make a bigger embarrassment. He cooperated with the bastard, acted as his bartender, and held the wine glass for him.

"I want you, cough, to ride that, cough, pig, uncle, I want you..." He suddenly coughed violently.

That pig was exactly what the group of dwarfs had brought to tease the guests.

Joffrey seemed to feel that his neck was choked, so he took another sip of wine.

All the wine juice was sprayed out by him, his face suddenly turned red, the veins on his face were bulging, and his pupils were bloodshot.

Suddenly all the laughter and laughter stopped, and they looked at the situation on the high platform in shock.

Dang rang~

The wine glass fell from his hand and the wine spilled all over the floor.

Joffrey covered his neck with his hands and let out a low, hoarse hiss.

Ser Garlan Tyrell crossed the long table and ran behind Joffrey to give him a smack on the back. Ser Osmund Kettleblack cut the king's collar open, and Joffrey dug his fingers into his throat, pressing his red fingerprints against the throbbing muscles.

His face turned from red to black, and his eyes were horrified. He collapsed to the ground, his eyes began to turn white, and at the end of his life, he pointed his finger at the little devil Tyrion.

"No, no, no, no," Cersei cried hoarsely, "Father, save him, who will save him? He is my son, my son..."

Queen Se rushed over with all her strength, but before she knew it, her skirt was caught by the table, and she fell to the ground. She didn't care about the pain on her body or the appropriateness of her clothes, and crawled away to Xiao Qiao's side. Take his body into your arms.

Her heartbreaking cries echoed throughout the hall.

And this place was already in chaos. The guests were running around, trampling on each other, completely losing the elegance just now. They were crying and shouting, some were staggering, some were vomiting, and some had bloodless faces.

The Archbishop knelt beside the body and said his final prayers.

The new queen, Miss Margaery, fell into her mother's arms and cried.

The only ones present who could remain calm were Lord Tywin Lannister and Cole.

Cole stood up with a calm expression and was about to leave.

"He choked, honey. It's not your fault that he choked on the pie. We all saw that he choked." Her mother comforted Margery.

"He was not choked," Cersei's tone was sharper than the Valyrian steel sword called Ice, "My son was poisoned." She glanced at the white knights surrounding him helplessly, " Kingsguard, do your duty."

"Arrest my brother at once," she ordered. "It is he who did it, the dwarf and his young wife. They killed my son and your king. Seize them! Seize them!"

The white knights quickly surrounded the little devil.

"Stop, I'm not a murderer, Cersei." He was stunned by the accusation and slurred.

"Gods for heaven's sake, I am his uncle, how can I harm him?" Tyrion tried to argue.

"Get him, he is the murderer." Cersei ordered unreasonably, and the white knights performed their duties very conscientiously and arrested him.

Tyrion walked through the gate under guard, Cole silently stepped aside, and the little devil raised his head and glanced at him.

"An unforgettable wedding." The Prince of Dorne came over.

He was actually startled by this moment just now.

They exited the hall together, and the prince said to him, "The death looked like that of a strangler."

The Red Viper was a master at using poison. He chuckled, "I thought they would accuse me of putting the poison."

The strangler is a strong poison that can quickly suffocate people to death. The symptoms of this poison are that after it is dissolved in wine, the drinker's throat muscles will tighten violently, blocking his trachea. It is said that the victim's face often shows the same purple color as the crystals, which is exactly the same as the symptoms of choking.

'The strangler' is the name given to this poison by the Academy, which is indeed very appropriate.

"Who do you think it is? Tyrion?" Cole asked.

"The dwarf? Oh, very likely. After all, the little devil king treated him like that, and he was closest to the glass of wine."

Dong, Dong, Dong

The bells of St. Baelor's Cathedral rang three times, announcing the death of King Joffrey I Baratheon to the entire King's Landing and even the world.

Soon all kinds of rumors will be spread in the flea pit. He died absurdly like his father, the boar king. One was killed by a wild boar, and the other was choked to death by a pie. Oh, it's really a joke.

While the king's funeral was underway, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, Duke Tywin Lannister, quickly convened a royal council.

Earl Redwyne, Earl Rowan, Prince Oberyn of Dorne, Queen Cersei

"Grand Maester, can the cause of the king's death be investigated?"

The Grand Maester said in a trembling voice, "Prime Minister, we are investigating various poisons. Please allow the maesters to dissect your majesty's body to find the truth about the king's death."