As he finished speaking, a figure walked in from behind Rorge.
He was probably in his fifties, with gray hair but meticulously combed. He was wearing a dark blue velvet coat and a cross Warhammer badge on his chest.
He did not bring many followers, only one young attendant, but his calm demeanor immediately changed the atmosphere in the hall.
The civilians took the initiative to get out of the way. They might not recognize Earl Lych's face, but they knew the clothes and the way he walked.
The smile on Petyr's face froze a little.
Although it only recovered for a moment, Corleone saw it.
Under [Insight Iv3], this is easy.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and Corleone took the initiative to greet him, "Welcome, Master Lake."
"Hello, Ser Corleone."
Earl Lych looked at him for a moment, his eyes rested on the family crest on his black palm, and nodded. "Thank you for the invitation. To be honest, I didn't plan to come."
"You know, no nobles usually enter places like Flea Bottom."
"Yes, Master Lake...
", at this time, Petyr also followed up, and took over the conversation smoothly: "I didn't expect you to come to Flea Bottom.
"I remember the last time I met you on Silk Street, you said, "This kind of place makes my boots dirty."
His tone was a bit exaggerated, but Earl Lych did not answer. He just took a glass of wine from the waiter's plate and shook it gently.
"People change, Lord Baelish."
After a while, he finally raised his head and looked at Corleone: "Just like my son Herb, two months ago, he was a gangster who could draw a sword on Silk Street for prostitutes."
"But now, that boy practices swordplay every morning, reads his account book in the afternoon, and reads "The Genealogy of the Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms" in the evening."
"I asked him why he suddenly became enlightened. He said, Father, I met a man in the dungeon. The man told me that a man can fool around until he is twenty-five, but if he continues to fool around after the age of twenty-five, he is not young and frivolous, but stupid."
As he said that, he bowed slightly to Corleone: "Thank you for the tip, Ser Corleone."
Hearing this, Corleone nodded slightly and said modestly, "Master He Earl is already smart, he just needs a little direction."
"I can see that he will definitely make a difference in the future and inherit the honor of the Lake family."
"Hahaha..." These words obviously spoke to Earl Lych's heart, and he smiled very happily.
"The direction you gave is very effective. At least now, he won't fight with others just because of a bitch. He has made great progress!"
This enthusiastic attitude surprised Petyr, because although the Lake family is not as prominent as the Lannister or Tyrell, it has deep connections and many industries.
The most important thing is that they have always been neutral, do not participate in factional struggles, and do not easily take sides.
However, now, he actually openly recognized a knight who was born as a commoner, which is really puzzling.
"Ser Corleone is really good at... guiding."
Petyr answered again and said with a smile, "I remember that when I was the Minister of Finance, I often gave advice to young nobles."
"For example, Thorne Ser's eldest son, I suggested that he go to the academy to further his studies. He is now an assistant bachelor."
This was said casually, but it was actually reminding everyone that he, Petyr Baelish, was the one who had been supporting the younger generations.
However, this has not received much recognition. After all, House Thorne is not outstanding in the royal territory, and few people know about it. In addition, most of the people around him know about it, and even fewer people know about it.
However, no one cheered, so Petyr didn't feel embarrassed at all, he just smiled to himself.
"Speaking of advice."
At this moment, Earl Lych finally turned his head and looked directly at Petyr: "Do you still remember the business deal three years ago, Lord Baelish?"
"That batch of Myrlace."
As soon as these words came out, the hall suddenly became quiet for a while.
Most of the people present were businessmen, and they were very aware of Mir lace, a high-end silk produced in Mir.
It is as thin as cicada wings, dyed brightly and does not fade, and is one of the most sought-after products in the seven countries.
"Of course I remember."
Petyr's expression didn't change at all, and his voice remained steady. "That's a tragedy. I invested five hundred Gold Dragon and lost everything."
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"Really?" Earl Lych took a sip of wine and said word by word, "But I heard that that batch of goods never got on the ship."
"Master Lake really likes to joke."
Petyr's smile was still as bright as spring breeze, "The cargo ship was attacked near the Stepstone Islands, and the bodies of the captain and Sailor were later washed up on Shitou Island. This is recorded."
"You still have to relax. After all, strong winds and waves are common in maritime trade."
"Today a ship will be sunk, and tomorrow a ship will be capsized, who can say for sure?"
"Haha..." After listening to his explanation, Earl Lych sneered and put down the wine glass. The movement was not gentle, and the bottom of the glass hit the bar with a crisp sound.
"At least my five thousand Gold Dragon is sinking accurately, Baelish."
"And your five hundred Gold Dragon, I'm very curious, how did you miraculously earn it back, and how many times it was earned?"
This is too straightforward.
He was so straightforward that he was almost accusing Petyr of being the one who set the scene and defrauded me of my money.
Petyr took a deep breath and looked around at the people watching him.
He can't fall out here or argue here. The more he argues, the more ugly it becomes.
"Who can tell what happens in business?"
He finally managed a forced smile, "Maybe it's my luck, maybe... it's the blessing of the Seven Gods."
"The Seven Gods do favor certain people."
Earl Lych snorted disdainfully, then turned to Corleone and reminded seriously, "So Ser Corleone, when doing business in the future, you must choose a good partner, and don't encounter... thieves and liars!"
Hearing this, Corleone nodded repeatedly with a very serious expression. "There are indeed a lot of thieves and liars in King's Landing recently. I will be careful. Lord Earl, thank you for reminding me."
Seeing them chatting happily, Petyr felt his face get a little hot.
But luckily I'm thick-skinned and can't tell.
But... this guy Corleone actually has such a good relationship with Ray Foley Lake!
Why?
Just because he spent a few days in a dungeon with that good-for-nothing son and said some nonsense like "men have responsibilities"?
Petyr couldn't figure it out.
But at this moment, there was another movement at the door.
Rorge That big guy squeezed in again. Every time this guy appeared, it was like a bear breaking into a honeycomb, attracting the attention of the entire hall.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Ser Corleone!"
"Falyse·Mrs. Stokeworth and Balman·Byrch Ser are here!"
After the words fell, two figures appeared at the door.
Walking in front is Balman·Byrch Ser. He was recommended to Tywin by Corleone and is now responsible for the security of Flea Bottom.
He specially wore a brand new dark yellow coat today. Although his figure is a bit fat, his steps are brisk and his face is full of smiles.
Following behind was his wife Falyse Stokeworth.
This woman was all too familiar to Petyr.
The eldest daughter of House Stokeworth and the heir of Mrs. Tanda Earl, she is famous for her meanness, jealousy, and bad temper.
At this moment, Falyse is wearing a dark red velvet dress with a circle of extremely expensive pearls on the neckline. It can be said that it is very high-profile.
But Petyr noticed that her eyes were locked on Corleone as soon as she entered the door.
That look... something is wrong!
"Congratulations, Ser Corleone!"
Ser Balman strode over and enthusiastically held Corleone's hand, his posture even a bit groveling:
You are truly amazing!"
"How long it took to go from commoner to knight, less than two months, this is simply a miracle!"
"You are so polite, Ser." Corleone smiled and greeted him, "Your security work in Flea Bottom is really amazing. I heard that the crime rate dropped by another 30% last week."
"That's all the solid foundation you laid!"
", It is clear that you have outstanding abilities!"
The two kept exchanging business blows, which made even Petyr feel a little sick. Falyse then walked over and gave Corleone a standard Lady salute.
"Ser Corleone~~~"
Her voice was quite gentle, so gentle that it made Petyr's skin crawl.
Petyr blinked, wondering if he had seen it wrong.
Is this still Falyse Stokeworth?
The woman who spent the whole afternoon scolding the maid for breaking a cup?
The woman who is so angry that she wants to jump off the building just because her husband looks at another woman one more time?
What a joke!
But whether Petyr can accept it or not, this is the reality.
After Falyse saluted, he looked at Corleone with affectionate eyes. "My mother is really ill and cannot come to congratulate her in person. She asked me to apologize to you on her behalf."
"Lady Tanda is so polite."
Corleone bowed slightly and returned the gift. "Please tell Madam that I will definitely visit you one day to diagnose and treat her."
"I happened to research a new prescription recently, which is very effective for joint pain in the elderly."
Hearing this, Falyse's eyes instantly lit up.
"Really?" she asked excitedly, "My mother's rheumatism has been tormenting her for many years, and the bachelors are helpless. If... if you can cure her, House Stokeworth will owe you a big favor!"
"I will try my best, madam." Corleone nodded.
Gao Ming.
Seeing how harmonious they were, Petyr had to admit it.
Treating illnesses and saving lives is the most direct and irresistible way to win over someone.
It was at this moment that Falyse seemed to notice Petyr's gaze and turned his head. The gentleness on his face disappeared in an instant, turning into the mean and cold expression that Petyr was familiar with.
"Good evening, Lord Baelish, you are here too. What a coincidence. I can see you everywhere."
She wanted to say that it was really unlucky, but luckily she held back.
Hearing this, Petyr showed a smile that he thought was charming, a smile that was unparalleled among the ladies of King's Landing.
"Good evening, Mrs. Stokeworth, you look really good today, delicate, rosy and shiny!"
"Really?" Falyse touched his cheek, pursed his lips and smiled, "Maybe it's because I haven't done business with you recently and I slept soundly."
These words are too poisonous.
Petyr's smile froze for a moment, but Falyse persisted. "Do you still remember the batch of Lys perfume last year, my lord?"
"You said you would definitely make money, so you asked me to invest a thousand Gold Dragon. As a result, the cargo ship happened to encounter a storm and sank.
Petyr opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Falyse didn't give him a chance at all and spoke so fast... it was a mess0
"When doing business, you have to work with people of high character."
She turned to Corleone, and her gentle smile returned to her face, "You think so, Ser Corleone?"
"Some people, on the surface, are respectful to you, but secretly they plan to steal even your last Copper Penny!"
"Of course, ma'am."
Corleone suppressed a smile and nodded seriously.
He was holding it in really hard, and he could even Insight. James was laughing so hard on the second floor platform that he couldn't stand upright.
"I will keep your words in mind and never let some people take advantage of me!"
Hearing this, Petyr felt his face twitching.
It's not a metaphor, it's really twitching.
Damn...Corleone How come you even know the shrew Stokeworth!
When he first came to King's Landing, he did cheat a few people for start-up funds, but God Seven, he guarantees that there will only be a few!
How could it be such a coincidence that two of the victims were acquainted with Corleone!
Fortunately, Corleone came to King's Landing not long ago. I think this should be the limit of his connections. Otherwise, if a few more come, I'm afraid this celebration party will have to be changed into a denunciation meeting for Petyr Baelish!
Petyr quickly picked up the wine glass and pretended to drink, trying to hide it.
But just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the door, and the noseless guy came in again!
Petyr's heart skipped a beat.
He saw Rorge squeezing through the crowd, his extremely ugly face looking even more ferocious due to excitement.
He opened his mouth, a mouth with missing front teeth. "Ser!"
"Commander of the City Watch, Adam·Malbrand Ser is here!"