"Seven gods, the king is too cruel!"
"Jim is so pitiful. The family has spent all their money on treating their son and is still in debt!"
Just when Marin·Tran's sword was about to fall, a cry of exclamation erupted from the crowd.
"The child is sick, who can not be anxious?"
"That's right, even the king can't kill people casually!"
Hearing these comments, Marin Tran suddenly turned very ugly, raised his sword and shouted at the crowd, "Shut up!"
A bunch of untouchables!"
"Do you know that bumping into the king is a capital offense? This is the law! Do you scum know what the law is?"
Marin Ser only felt that he was so majestic, as if he had no memory of what caused the last turmoil in King's Landing.
However, his arrogant behavior immediately aroused public outrage.
"He said we were untouchables!"
"Listen! The king's dog is barking!"
"They don't treat us as human beings at all!"
"Kill him! Kill him!"
I don't know where the condemnation came from, but by the time Marin Tran realized something was wrong around him, it was already too late.
I saw the crowd commotion, the men looked gloomy, and they didn't know where to get a wide variety of weapons, hammers, sickles, Wooden Club...
The women pulled their children behind them, their eyes burning with anger.
Too bad!
Marin Tran suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. This scene... how does it look so familiar!
Exactly the same as last time!
He tried to explain, but angry people began to riot.
The first stone flew out and hit Marin's breastplate with a "clang" sound.
Then the second piece, the third piece...
Rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, and even a broken shoe.
The crowd began to surge, and at every alley and behind every broken door, black tide-like civilians poured in from all directions.
They came so quickly and in such an orderly manner, it was almost as if they had been waiting here for a long time.
"Protect the King!"
A Kingsguard yelled, and four white-robed knights immediately surrounded the carriage.
But they soon discovered that this time seemed a little different from the last time.
Crowds of people poured out of more than a dozen alleys at the same time, like a black torrent, swallowing up twelve golden robes in an instant.
The soldiers of the capital garrison were divided, surrounded, and pushed to the ground.
Their weapons were taken away, their armor was stripped off, and they screamed one after another.
But if Marin Tran and the others had time to look carefully, they would find that these golden robes were just stripped of their clothes, and there were basically very few injuries.
The king's guard, which originally numbered more than ten people, was instantly reduced to only four Kingsguards.
"Back! Back behind the carriage!"
Balon Swen Ser of the Kingsguard roared, and together with the two sworn brothers, blocked one side of the carriage with their bodies.
Although he has scolded Marin Tran ten thousand times in his heart, the most important thing now is to protect the safety of the king.
What's more...
Marin Tran was slow for a moment when he was surrounded, and he was already swallowed up by the tide of civilians.
Five or six people pushed him to the ground, and a strong man picked up a hammer he didn't know where.
"No!"
Marga Li happened to see this scene and screamed.
Immediately afterwards...
Bang!
The hammer fell and blood splashed.
Marin·Tran was completely motionless.
Not only Marga Li, Joffrey beside her also saw the whole process.
Marin's eyes were wide open at the last moment, full of fear and regret. Blood poured out from the broken helmet and soaked the stone slab, staring at the king he was sworn to defend to the death.
At least in a sense, he has fulfilled his oath.
But it is a pity that the king has no time to regret the death of Marin Tran, because he has wet his pants now.
The warm liquid flowed down her thighs and soaked the expensive silk. Marga Li glanced at him with some disdain, but soon she was also frightened by a flying brick and shrank her neck.
"The carriage is dead!"
Baron·Swen Ser yelled again. He was really uncomfortable. The mask was ripped off by someone, and there was a bloody scratch on his face.
"Your Majesty! The board is about to crack, you must get off the car!"
"Get off?"
As soon as these words came out, Joffrey in the car was so frightened that he hid inside. He refused without hesitation, holding his head and crying in his voice, "I won't get out of the fucking car, there are mobs outside!"
"Protect me quickly, you useless guys. When I return to the Red Keep, kill all these damn untouchables... kill them all!"
This extremely cowardly behavior made several of the Kingsguard curse inwardly.
But due to the oath, one of them still raised his foot and kicked open the shaky car door.
"It's more dangerous to be in a car!"
"Miss Your Majesty, Queen Mother, Tyrell, follow me!"
Joffrey had no choice now, as he was roughly dragged out of the carriage by his hair.
Cersei followed closely, and Marga Rei came out last. Her skirt was caught in the broken car door, and a gash was torn in the panic.
At this time, the streets seemed to have turned into hell.
There are people everywhere!
Faces twisted in anger, waving sticks, rotten leaves and stones flying all over the sky, the Kingsguard managed to form a small encirclement.
"Go north!" Balon shouted, "There are fewer people there!"
Hearing this, the three Kingsguards began to move in unison. Balon opened the way in front, and the two sworn brothers guarded the two wings. Joffrey was sandwiched in the middle, Cersei held his arm tightly, and Marga Rei followed at the end.
At this moment, a stone hit the last iron guard on the shoulder. He staggered, and a gap suddenly appeared in the encirclement.
Cersei's eyes lit up when she was walking forward with her head lowered. Then she suddenly let go of Joffrey's arm and pushed him back calmly!
The movements were quick and subtle, barely noticeable in the chaos.
Marga Li was looking back at her pursuers, completely unprepared.
The push was so powerful that she threw herself forward and fell directly into the crowd coming from the side.
"Ah!!!" Poor High Court Rose only had time to scream before disappearing into the crowd.
Joffrey turned around and saw her long brown hair disappearing among the crowd, and several pairs of dirty hands seemed to have grabbed her arms and tore her light blue dress.
"Marga Li!" He shouted subconsciously.
But Cersei had grabbed his arm again, with such force that Joffrey felt raw pain in his bones.
"Let's go!"
Queen Mother screamed in his ear, with a strange excitement in his voice. "She can't be saved! Leave quickly!"
Joffrey was dragged forward.
He glanced back and could only vaguely see Marga li being dragged into an alley and disappearing into the darkness.
The crowd closed in like a tide, as if she had never existed.
Just like that fool in the Stokeworth family.
"This way! Quick!"
Baron Ser roared and rushed into a relatively empty street.
But just when they thought they could finally take a breath, the pursuers quickly followed.
At the end of the street, dozens of men suddenly appeared menacingly, blocking the entire street.
Rub!!!
Balon took the lead in drawing out the Longsword. In the chaotic situation just now, he had no time to draw the sword.
Seeing this, the two Kingsguards also drew their swords and stared fiercely at the crowd that was constantly surrounding them and others.
"Too many...
, one person whispered, Baron Swen heard it, but his eyes were full of determination.
"We made a promise," he said.
As the crowd gradually approached, the space between the three Kingsguards was gradually squeezed and reduced.
Joffrey was so frightened that he could even smell the sweat on those people and see those angry red eyes.
Rub~~~
Cersei protected Joffrey behind her and took out a small dagger from her arms.
Her hands were shaking, but her eyes were as fierce as a female Lion: "Whoever dares to touch my son, I will gouge out his eyes!"
But her heart was beating like crazy.
That damn guy wouldn't be planning to do it for real!
People pressed forward step by step, and just when the person at the front raised Wooden Club, he was about to drop it...
"Gu"
The deep and deep sound of the horn seemed to come from the depths of the earth, making everyone stunned for a moment.
Then, at the other end of the street, the crowd separated automatically, and the sound of horse hooves was heard.
The first thing that caught the eye was a flag with a clean white background and a huge black palm with slightly spread fingers embroidered in the center.
The flag whistled in the afternoon wind, carrying a savage and majestic aura.
The person holding the flag was a tall, muscular man, shirtless, his bronze skin covered with scars, and his muscles seemed to be carved out of stone.
He was riding a black horse without a saddle. The horse's mane was braided into numerous fine braids and swayed with his steps.
Obviously, this is a Dothraki.
Dothraki Warrior did not speak, but glanced around with his eyes, and many people lowered their heads in silence.
Immediately afterwards, he held the flagpole on the ground, and beside him, surrounded by a dozen men in dark uniforms, a docile gray mare came slowly.
The men on horseback wore simple but well-tailored dark gray robes and did not wear any badges or jewelry.
He has short black hair, and his face is not handsome, but his lines are firm, especially those dark eyes, as if you can't look away once you take a look at him.
The sun shone on his body, and an invisible aura seemed to unfold.
[Dignity Iv3]
"Wei... wei...
", seeing the person coming, the king pointed at the person and kept repeating, but for a while he couldn't remember his name at all.
Cersei breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense nerves relaxed.
Corleone rode his horse and stopped outside the encirclement, his eyes swept over the "mobs" holding clubs, the Kingsguard who were fighting bloody battles, and finally fell on Joffrey and Cersei.
Then, he spoke.
"Drop your weapons."
The voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. It was not a threatening tone, but the men who had been as fierce as beasts just now actually started to retreat.
They exchanged glances with each other, lowered their heads, and slowly lowered the sticks in their hands.
"Lord Corleone...
,"Lord Corleone!"
Then, the horse's hooves gradually moved forward, and wherever Corleone passed, the crowd automatically separated into a channel.
When he came to Joffrey, he got off his horse.
"Your Majesty, Queen Mother."
"Corleone!!"
It was only then that Joffrey completely remembered his name. He rushed forward almost crying and grabbed Corleone's arm tightly, "Vito·Corleone, that's your name!"
"It's so great that you're here, you're here to save me!"
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, Your Majesty." Corleone calmly patted Joffrey's head and kept comforting him.
If an uninformed person saw this scene, they might think that he was the king's father.
Even Cersei couldn't help her heart beating slightly.
To be honest, no one wants to see Joffrey and Jaime be a loving father and son more than she, but it is simply impossible to do so.
At this moment, she was inexplicably moved.
"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one will dare to hurt you."
Corleone glanced at his newly made robe, then looked at Joffrey's face full of snot and tears, and pushed him away calmly.
Then he looked at the "mob" who were retreating and said coldly, "I will deal with these people."
"How dare you challenge the king, they will pay the price for their actions today!"
"That's right!"
Hearing this, Joffrey suddenly screamed excitedly, pointed at the crowd and shouted, "Kill! Kill them!"
"I want the entire King's Landing to know what will happen if you bump into the king, and I want to punish everyone!"
"That's right."
Seeing the hysterical appearance of this eternal emperor, Corleone did not refute, and even nodded in agreement. "This is a serious crime, and they will definitely be punished."
After saying that, he turned back and ordered Yego: "Take them all away and put them in the cellar. I will deal with the matters here before convicting them."
The Dothraki jumped off the horse, untied a few bundles of hemp rope from the saddle and threw them to the men beside him, as if they had been prepared.
Unexpectedly, the "mob" showed no resistance at all and obediently stretched out their hands to be tied up. The whole process was eerily quiet.
Joffrey looked at this scene, and the fear in his heart was slowly replaced by a sense of complete security.
Corleone is here, everything will be fine. Corleone is here, and you will be safe!
Wait.
At this moment, Joffrey seemed to suddenly remember something.
He looked around, immediately stepped forward and grabbed Corleone by the collar, angrily reprimanded. "Marga Li...Marga Miss Li is missing!"
"She was dragged away! The mob, they dragged her into the alley!"
"You... why didn't you come earlier? If you had come earlier, Miss Marga Li would not have been taken away!
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"