As Rorge finished speaking, Tywin took the lead and walked into House of Order.
The hem of the crimson brocade coat cut through the air, and his slightly clever head glowed with a metallic luster under the candlelight.
Every line on that face seemed to reveal unquestionable authority. His eyes were straight ahead and he walked slowly and slowly.
The small conversations in the hall immediately stopped.
Everyone subconsciously straightened their backs to avoid losing their manners in front of the Prime Minister, even though most civilians had no manners at all.
Tywin walked to the main seat in the middle, where the attendant had already pulled out the chair.
He did not sit down immediately, but scanned the whole place with his cold eyes. Just one glance made everyone feel chills on their backs.
"This is Old Lion." Corleone sighed in his heart.
There is no need to roar or show fangs, as long as he sits there, everyone knows who is the master, and even his every move exudes the smell of power.
He stepped forward and put his right hand on his chest. "Lord Tywin."
"Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to come."
"If you invite me, I will come naturally." Tywin's voice had no ups and downs. "A knight who protected the king in danger deserves this honor."
Hearing this, Corleone just bowed his head and said humbly, "You have given me the award."
But he was sneering in his heart.
Decent?
If I hadn't discovered Tirek Lannister at Cured Meat Street the day before yesterday, and had the boy clean and delivered to your study with my own hands so that you could continue to eat House Harte's family legally, would you have given me this dignity?"
What a fucking honor, it's all just business.
At this moment, the beautiful Queen Mother stepped in, almost walking in with the lingering power of his father.
She was wearing a crimson dress embroidered with gold thread, and the neckline was cut very low, revealing a large area of snow-white skin. Her golden curly hair was spread around her shoulders, swaying slightly as she walked.
As the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms, she attracted the attention of all the men in the room as soon as she entered the door.
However, her eyes were completely focused on Corleone.
"Ser Corleone!" She excitedly stepped forward and stretched out her hand, her fingertips slightly raised, but her hand was raised slightly higher, as if giving alms.
Seeing this, Corleone frowned slightly, wondering what this crazy woman was planning.
But he still held her fingertips, bent down and touched her lips lightly, then parted immediately without any lingering.
But Cersei was not satisfied.
She moved half a step forward, raised her other hand, and patted Corleone's arm gently. "Thank you for saving my life in times of crisis."
This action is too intimate, it belongs to an elder to a junior, or a master to a servant.
Obviously, Cersei has not given up on Corleone and still wants to conquer him completely.
However, he made a wrong calculation.
Corleone He raised his head and looked directly at Cersei.
There was no gratitude or awe in his dark eyes, he just looked at her face calmly. "You are overly complimentary, I have already been rewarded."
"Lord Tywin personally canonizes a knight, which is what everyone in the Seven the Seven Kingdoms dreams of."
As soon as these words came out, Cersei's pupils shrank suddenly.
She looked back at her father and saw Old Lion nodding slightly, seemingly very satisfied with Corleone's answer.
Cersei's face turned red. She wanted to say something, but Tywin had already turned to Corleone and said in a positive tone, "Ser, I heard that you made some reforms in Flea Bottom. The streets are clean, the crime rate has dropped, and there are even regular shops and guilds."
"I'm just doing my duty, Prime Minister." Corleone stood at the table, his posture neither humble nor arrogant. "You know, chaos breeds corruption, order brings prosperity, and the residents of Flea Bottom are also citizens of King's Landing and deserve to enjoy basic security and dignity."
Hearing this, Tywin looked at him for a long time before nodding. "Order."
"Many people talk about establishing order, but most people's order is just to impose their own rules on others. I'm curious, what would you do?"
"It's very simple, sir." Corleone was silent for two seconds, and then slowly spoke, "Work hard, get paid, abide by the law, get protection, create value, and share the benefits. That's it."
"Sounds like a merchant contract."
"Essentially, it's a contract." Corleone explained, "All relationships between civilians and nobles, between civilians and civilians, and even between nobles and nobles, are ultimately contracts."
"The only difference is that some contracts are written on parchment, some contracts are engraved on swords, and some contracts... are burned in fear."
As soon as these words came out, the corners of Tywin's mouth curved upward slightly.
"Wise choice." He said, "It's naive, but wise."
"Since you mentioned the contract." Tywin's voice was still calm. "Then I will fulfill my part. The expansion plan of Flea Bottom has been approved by the Imperial Council. You can construct it according to the drawings. The City Guard will provide necessary assistance for the required manpower and materials."
"But you are responsible for preparing the corresponding funds yourself."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present took a deep breath.
Expansion plan?
What does this mean?
Everyone present is not an idiot, this means that Corleone's control over Flea Bottom has changed from "underground order" to "official authorization"!
Cersei's fingers clenched the hem of her skirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
She stared at Corleone fiercely, as if looking at a traitor, as if questioning.
When did you talk to your father about this?
Why don't I know?
Suddenly, Queen Mother became angry.
Damn Vito·Corleone, who does he think he is?
I am Queen Mother!
I gave him a chance!
Without my cooperation, he would always be nothing more than an upstart playing in the mud in Flea Bottom!
However, although she was extremely angry in her heart, Cersei still did not dare to explode in front of her father. After all, Tywin's majesty had penetrated deeply into her blood.
Taking a deep breath, he turned around and walked towards his seat, his steps a little hasty.
When passing Petyr Baelish, she suddenly stopped, as if she had just noticed this man.
Cersei stared at him for two seconds and suddenly laughed softly.
"Lord Petyr!" She raised her voice so that most people present could hear her. "I'm so glad to see you here!"
Hearing Cersei's voice, Petyr, who had his back turned to her, was shocked.
Damn... I was obviously already hiding by the bar with my neck hunched, but I didn't expect to be discovered by this crazy woman. But now that it was over, he could only turn around in embarrassment, bowed and said, "Your Majesty...
,"Hooho~~~~" A mean smile appeared on Cersei's face, and she exaggeratedly said, "I thought you had already boarded the ship to the Eyrie. After all, your father only gave you a week, and today is already the second day, isn't it?"
On the surface, these words are concerned, but in reality they are public humiliation.
It not only reminded everyone that Tywin ordered Petyr to get out, but also emphasized that this guy had lost power in King's Landing, and even hinted that if he delayed leaving, he might make some small moves behind his back.
It can be said that his intentions are extremely sinister.
Hearing this, Petyr put down his wine glass. The smile on his face remained unchanged, but the muscles at the corners of his eyes kept twitching.
I'm so stupid, really.
I shouldn't have come to this crappy party today...
"Queen Mother Your Majesty is so caring, I'm flattered."
He took a deep breath, thought quickly, and explained, "I am not staying in King's Landing and don't want to leave, but some debts need to be settled. Ser Adam can vouch for me on this matter."
"Debt?" Cersei didn't give him any face and mocked in public. "The one where you repeatedly mortgaged thirty thousand Gold Dragon with seven brothels?"
As soon as these words came out, there was silence in the hall again.
This is too direct.
Even if there is deep hatred between nobles, they will usually use metaphors and hints to attack and maintain the surface of respectability.
But Cersei didn't care, her anger needed to be vented, and Petyr happened to be there.
I don't know why, but every time she sees this guy's perfect smile, Cersei has the urge to tear it to pieces.
Hearing this, the smile on Petyr's face froze again.
Damn it... how come it seems like everyone in King's Land knows about this mess of mine!
It must have been that guy Adam Malbrand who told her!
"Those are all... misunderstandings."
He swallowed and quickly explained, "The ship leaving King's Landing has already been arranged, and Ser Adam also made an agreement with me just now."
"I can leave King's Landing at any time, I just need to sort out some accounts."
Petyr tried to stall for time, but this time, before Cersei could sneer again, Tywin's cold voice came from the main seat. "Then sort it out."
Upon hearing the Prime Minister's voice, Petyr immediately turned his head to look at Tywin on the throne, and what he saw was a pair of cold green eyes.
It seems to be questioning. "I have already told you to leave, why do you still appear here?"
For a moment, Petyr didn't know how to answer.
After all, if he leaves now, he will lose all face in King's Landing, but if he doesn't leave...
Tywin Lannister's anger is definitely more unbearable than that mad woman Cersei!
"If I were you, Lord Petyr, I would pay back the money first, and then consider taking the ship."
Just then, a hoarse and dull voice came from the door.
Everyone turned around and saw a thin old woman slowly walking in with the support of Marga li·Tyrell.
She wore a dark purple robe embroidered with dark golden thorn patterns. Her face was like a dried apple, with wrinkles deep into her skin, but her eyes were very sharp.
The real Power Broker of the Tyrell family, Olenna Redwine, the "Queen of Thorns"!
Boom... boom...
Olenna's cane kept tapping the ground, stopping next to Petyr's seat, without looking at him, as if speaking to the air, "You know, Littlefinger."
"It's one thing to drown in the sea, it's another thing to be tied to stones and thrown into the Blackwater River by your creditors."
These words were simply more straightforward and insulting than Cersei's. Even Corleone couldn't help but secretly applaud in his heart.
She is indeed the Queen of Thorns, known as the most poisonous tongue in Westeros.
With just one word, that guy Petyr's face turned completely pale.
His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but Olenna had already looked away, as if he was just an unpleasant piece of furniture.
This combination of old and young made the atmosphere in the hall subtle again.
The Tyrell family is here.
And he arrived neither early nor late, just after Tywin took his seat and before other nobles arrived one after another.
The timing was chosen very precisely.
The well-behaved Marga Li first gave Tywin a standard curtsy. "Your Majesty Prime Minister."
Then he turned to Corleone with an impeccable smile, "Ser Corleone, congratulations on the canonization."
"Grandma heard that you were hosting a party tonight, and she wanted to come and see it. She said she wanted to meet the person who could turn Flea Bottom into House of Order."
After saying that, before Corleone could answer, Olenna Redwin let go of her granddaughter's hand and took two steps forward with a cane0
She was very short and had to raise her head to look at Corleone, but her aura made everyone around her subconsciously take half a step back.
"You are that Farmer."
Olenna spoke, her mouth as unforgiving as ever.
"It used to be Farmer, madam." Corleone didn't know the other party's plan, but still bowed slightly, without any anger, and acted neither humble nor overbearing, and reminded, "Now... it's Ser."
"Ser."
Olenna sneered, "I have lived for decades and have seen many knights from civilian backgrounds, but there are only three that impressed me deeply."
"The first one was the tall one "Duncan. He was very brave and loyal, but unfortunately he was burned to death by Aegon V. The second one was a businessman who spent money to buy an honorary title. He went bankrupt and jumped into the Blackwater River not long after."
As she said that, Olenna stared closely into Corleone's eyes, as if she wanted to see through him, and slowly said, "The third one... is you."