"I need to make a show of leaving, but not actually leave yet," Petyr told Lothor.
"What does that mean?" Lothor asked obtusely.
"We still have a precious guest inside The Red Keep in King's Landing, and I'm wondering whether to take her with me. If I take her, I will not return to King's Landing…" Petyr told Lothor.
"A guest inside The Red Keep?" Lothor's expression was normal. "It would certainly be difficult to take such a guest."
"It would be somewhat difficult," Petyr said playfully. "However, if we make King's Landing lively, when trouble comes, there might be a chance."
Since King's Landing had its first mob, there would be a second, and a third. Let them continue to cause trouble at The Red Keep; just spread some false information, tell them the Crownlands have been invaded by wildlings, burned to the ground, and they will soon starve.
"You should still go to the docks."
"Yes, my lord." Lothor bowed and left. "But with frequent wars now, do we really want to return to The Vale of Arryn?"
"Go, The Vale of Arryn is my home," Petyr commanded. The fact that Lothor tried to stop him made him feel that the man was loyal.
"I will always trust you, but you also need to keep an eye on Oswell and the others," Littlefinger encouraged. Oswell Kettleblack, a member of the Kettleblack family, father of Osfryd, Osney, and Osmund Kettleblack, had served Petyr for a long time.
"Yes, my lord, I will watch them."
Petyr stood in the house, like a lonely phantom.
"For the same thing, Lothor would advise me not to go, while Oswell would advise me to go. I will gradually place them in the court to monitor House Lannister," Petyr thought.
"Do you think I haven't seen through your intentions, The Imp?" Petyr murmured to himself. "You already plan to abandon King's Landing in the end. If so, do I still need to wait for the final turning point?"
Petyr took a map from a drawer and studied it carefully. "Now the armies of the wolf, the fish, and the storm have the advantage. The Northern Army advancing south can tie down Lord Tywin's forces. If the storm can fully rally the strength of House Baratheon, then the lion's game is almost lost."
The young man's face flashed before Petyr's eyes, filling him with a touch of fear, but he could not retreat.
"Therefore, therefore, the hawk and the Rose are the most important. The hawk has the danger of the mountains, and The Bloody Gate is impregnable. In an era without dragons, The Vale of Arryn is as solid as a rock, and the Arryn forces have not been diminished. And the Rose is watching, with a hundred thousand troops." Petyr's gaze fixed on The Reach, where the Rose was located, and then on House Arryn's The Vale of Arryn.
"If, if the Rose can be persuaded to enter the game, then this entire chess match comes alive. But at present, does the Rose have the courage to enter? " Petyr pondered repeatedly. The Rose was the greatest aid to resolve the lion's predicament, but did the lion have enough to offer to tempt them? Did the Rose have the courage to resist the storm's fury, or would they wait until the very end?
Petyr walked slowly in the room, his thoughts shifting. The storm still had the strength of two city-states, not yet fully committed. Once they all joined, the game in King's Landing would descend into complete chaos.
"No, I cannot waste any more time. If I save the wolf girl now, I will certainly not be able to return to King's Landing. But if I return and King's Landing is coincidentally breached or the hostage is taken to Casterly Rock, then what would be the point of my plan?"
"Lysa, she is my greatest reliance; I cannot not go see her." Petyr recalled his youth. Brandon's sword thrust had matured him; he had to reach the very top.
Petyr had never even thought about Harrenhal. King's Landing was a whirlpool, but The Vale of Arryn on the periphery was his territory. Many of his friends were there, as was Gulltown.
Petyr took a letter from his pocket. It was from Earl Morko Grafson, the enthusiastic Earl of Gulltown. The letter spoke of Bronze Yohn, and how The Vale of Arryn sorely needed someone like him to stabilize the situation.
Besides Morko's letter, Petyr opened another letter from other wealthy merchants in Gulltown. The content of the letter was still about The Eyrie. Lysa was engrossed in her marriage games, but the impatience of Bronze Yohn and others was also a signal of unrest.
"I must go." Petyr made up his mind; the situation in the future would likely get worse and worse.
It was said that Blackfish and the Young Wolf were cutting off the lion's supply lines, so the lion's days would get worse and worse. As for the even more chaotic future, the great war between Two Cities, Volantis, and Lys, and the chaotic war after the Rose entered the fray, none of that was predictable for him.
"Let you all continue to make a fuss in this stinking city of King's Landing, while I wait in Gulltown and guard the gates of The Vale of Arryn."
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