Greensight!
The moment this thought flashed through Lynn's mind, the entire world lost its color.
The burning candlelight in the study, the piled-up ledgers on the table, the bustling King's Landing outside the window—everything transformed into countless entangled grey threads.
Lynn's consciousness, like an invisible eagle, broke free from the shackles of his body and overlooked the sleeping city from above.
He precisely located the man named Donner.
It was a guest room temporarily provided to him within the Red Keep.
His consciousness pierced through the thick stone walls.
He saw the man.
Donner was sitting cross-legged on the bed, eyes closed, breathing steadily, as if meditating.
But what Lynn saw was far more than that.
Rewind!
The river of time began to flow backward under Lynn's will.
Donner's face twisted and blurred in the rapidly changing images, finally settling on a completely unfamiliar youthful face.
Baelish and his conversation.
His thoughts drifted again... across the Narrow Sea.
Free Cities.
Braavos.
A black and white temple, standing in a grey mist, abruptly appeared in Lynn's vision.
The Temple of the Many-Faced God.
The lair of the Faceless Men.
Lynn's "vision" followed the young man into this cold temple.
He watched the young man scrub the floors day after day, learning how to abandon his name, his past, how to become a complete "nobody."
He saw the young man in a dim secret room, learning to identify and mix hundreds of colorless, odorless, deadly poisons.
The scene shifted again.
The young man stood beside a cold corpse, holding a sharp small knife, carefully peeling off the dead person's face with an almost artistic technique.
The movement was practiced and precise; he had done it thousands of times.
Then, he saw the young man in front of a pool of water, constantly changing his voice, imitating people of different ages and identities.
He could even imitate a woman's voice.
Finally, Lynn saw his most proficient weapon.
Steel needles, as fine as ox hair, steeped in deadly poison.
They were hidden in the seams of clothing, in the layers of shoe heels, and even in the hilt of a dagger.
A mere prick of the skin with such a needle would result in instant death.
[Ding! Through Greensight, you are analyzing the techniques of the 'Faceless Man'...]
[Analysis successful! You have comprehended 'Disguise (入門)', including techniques for making human skin masks and voice imitation.]
[Analysis successful! You have comprehended 'Hidden Weapons (入門)', including techniques for using poisoned needles and throwing knives.]
[Analysis successful! You have comprehended 'Toxicology (入門)', you can create some common and rare poisons.]
[Comprehending Toxicology has significantly increased your Herbology experience.]
A series of system prompts rang in Lynn's mind.
A massive stream of information instantly flooded into the depths of Lynn's memory.
It was as if he himself had once spent that sunless apprenticeship in the Temple of the Many-Faced God.
Disguise, poisoning, assassination... these dark and deadly techniques had now become part of his skill panel.
Lynn's consciousness slowly withdrew from the flashback, refocusing on the man sitting cross-legged in the guest room.
A top-tier assassin.
A "loyal subject" who would risk his life for the King's "glory."
This play was performed quite well.
The assassin's skills were also very good.
It's just a pity that he saw the script.
And the skills are mine now.
Lynn's lips curved into a playful smile.
He really hadn't expected Lord Baelish to prepare such a surprise for him.
Going so far as to use old connections to hire a Faceless Man to assassinate him.
What a grand gesture!
"But these underhanded tricks don't seem to work on me, Lord Little Mouse."
Lynn chuckled to himself.
Warg activated!
In the guest room, Donner was still meditating.
He was adjusting his state, preparing for tomorrow's fateful duel.
Suddenly!
An irresistible, cold will, without warning, broke through his mental defenses!
His body trembled violently, and his tightly closed eyes opened uncontrollably.
But his gaze was empty and bewildered.
He stood up, his movements stiff like a marionette.
Under Lynn's mental control, "Donner" began to search his own body.
From the lining of his boots, he pulled out three poisoned needles glowing with a blue light.
From the seams of his collar, he extracted five more.
Finally, he pried open the sword hilt with his fingernail and retrieved the last two, the most deadly ones.
A total of ten poisoned needles.
This was the "surprise" he had prepared for Lynn tomorrow.
"Donner" walked to the window of the room.
Outside the window, several Gold Cloaks stood leaning against the wall, bored; they were guarding Donner, ensuring he would attend the trial by combat tomorrow and preventing him from escaping.
He reached out and silently dropped the ten poisoned needles into the pile of horse manure beneath the windowsill.
Having done all this, "Donner" walked back to the bed, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.
As if nothing had happened... A moment later.
Donner suddenly awoke with a start!
He was gasping for breath, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
What's going on?
Just now... it felt like a nightmare?
No! That's not right!
That wasn't a dream!
A strong feeling of being violated, of being spied upon, surged from the depths of his soul!
He subconsciously reached for his boots.
The lining was empty!
His face instantly turned pale!
He quickly checked his collar, checked his weapons... All gone!
All his poisoned needles, the fangs he relied on for survival, had vanished without a trace!
How is this possible?!
This is the Red Keep!
There are Gold Cloaks guarding the door!
No one came in!
Fear appeared in Donner's eyes.
He rushed to the door, wanting to go out, but was blocked by two crossed longswords.
"Ser, the Hand of the King has ordered that you cannot leave this room a single step before the duel."
The Gold Cloak's expressionless face, to Donner, now looked like a demon from the seven hells.
He was trapped.
Like a snake with its fangs pulled out... In the study of the mansion, a pale-faced Lynn slowly opened his eyes.
Controlling a warrior consumed a lot of his mental energy.
But achieving the goal was enough.
Donner's main method was those unpredictable hidden weapons.
Lynn could feel that his control over his body and his use of power had gained a deeper understanding.
It was an assassin's instinct.
Faceless Men.
They were indeed a terrifying group of people.
It's just a pity that he encountered a more unreasonable cheat.
Lynn stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the distant, majestic silhouette of the Red Keep.
Tomorrow's duel was no longer a duel.
It would be a complete performance.
An assassin who had lost his fangs was nothing to fear.
How should he perform this play to satisfy all the audience?
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