"I'm going to use this... to make you kneel down and admit your mistake!"
Corleone's voice echoed in front of House of Order, and the tip of the sword pointed motionlessly at Magic Mountain's chest.
The night wind blew the black palm emblem on his gray-white cloak, making a hunting sound.
Mo Shan lowered his head, looked at the sword, and then looked at Corleone's face.
Then he laughed.
"Hahaha!!" Moshan, who had a huge chest and lung capacity, laughed so loudly that everyone present could hear it clearly.
"Kneel down?" Magic Mountain repeated the word angrily, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the Seven Kingdoms.
He slowly raised his left hand, spread his fingers, and then made a fist hard.
"The last time I knelt was when Lord Tywin knighted me."
"From then on, I couldn't bend my knees anymore!"
When he spoke, his eyes sunk deep in the shadow of his brow bone were always staring at Corleone.
That look was not like looking at a person, but more like looking at a piece of wood that needed to be split, or a corpse that was about to be torn into pieces.
Perhaps for Gregor Ser Corleone, except Lord Tywin, no one in the world is worthy of his attention.
Five steps away, Oberyn Martell had retreated to the goal post.
He was still holding Scimitar in both hands, but he did not step forward at this moment. He just stared at the back of Corleone, with complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.
He is very curious.
How on earth would this Farmer, who claims to be able to establish order, make that damn rapist "kneel down and admit his mistake"!
At the same time, inside the hall.
Almost all the guests rushed to the door.
Nobles, merchants, knights, servants, most of them craned their necks to watch the excitement.
Human beings' curiosity about violence has never divided into classes.
But two people at the head of the round table did not move.
Tywin Lannister picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
He moved very slowly, staring at the crimson liquid in the glass, as if admiring the curvature of the wine hanging on the wall, and seemed to be deaf to the movement outside the door.
"Your little friend is dying, my lord."
Opposite, Olenna Redwin's voice sounded.
She didn't move or even turn her head, she just looked at Tywin with her seemingly cloudy but sharp eyes.
The attendant walked forward cautiously and wanted to refill her wine glass.
However, Olenna suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the attendant's wrist. Her movements were so fast that she didn't look like an old man at all.
"Stop, boy."
She narrowed her eyes and stared at the attendant's trembling fingers. "Didn't you hear that there was going to be a fight outside? If you are pouring wine at this time, what if your hand shakes and spills on my skirt?"
"Get away, you blind thing."
Hearing her scolding, the attendant turned pale and quickly retreated.
Olenna then let go of her hand, took out a handkerchief embroidered with gold Rose from her arms, and wiped her fingers slowly, as if she had just touched something dirty.
Then he pretended to be nonchalant and said, "That big man belongs to you, why don't you stop him from causing trouble here?"
Hearing this, Tywin put down his wine glass and said without any fluctuation in his voice, "He is a knight."
"In service to the Seven Kingdoms."
"Knight?" Olenna sneered, with undisguised sarcasm on her wrinkled face. "Yes, Knight."
Maegor the Cruel is also a knight, and Aerys the Mad King is also a knight. Titles are always easy to give.
"Oh, I seem to remember that you personally conferred the title of knighthood on the Mad King, right?"
As she said that, she leaned back on the chair and said lazily, "But the title cannot change the essence. Lord Tywin, a dog, even if you put a crown on it, it will still only bite people."
These words are very poisonous.
But there was no expression change on Tywin's face.
He didn't even look at Olenna, but turned his gaze to the door. It seemed that he could see Corleone's back holding the sword through the gaps in the crowd, and the mountain-like figure of the Magic Mountain.
"Dogs have their uses."
Tywin spoke slowly, "They are loyal, obedient, and don't ask why. They bite whoever you ask them to bite, and they stop when you ask them to stop."
"As long as the person holding the rope has a steady hand and strong enough strength."
Seeing Tywin's confident look, Olenna frowned slightly at first, and then suddenly smiled, "But no one can say whether the dog will suddenly go crazy and turn around to bite its owner's hand."
"I saw it once in Arbor when I was a kid. It was a hound. It was usually very docile. But one day, for some unknown reason, it suddenly pounced on the old trainer who had been raising it for ten years, and almost tore out the man's throat."
As soon as these words came out, Tywin finally turned his head and looked at Olenna.
For the first time, there was something else in those cold green eyes, a bit like scrutiny, a bit like a warning.
"What are you implying, Lady Olenna."
"If you think there is anything wrong with Gregor Ser's behavior, then please speak up and I will fully consider your suggestions as Prime Minister."
"Oh haha~~~ I'm just an old woman with no memory, and I didn't hint anything." Hearing this, Olenna picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and smacked her lips. "I'm just talking about dogs. As for how you want to understand it, that's your business, Mr. Prime Minister."
As she spoke, her eyes glanced at the door.
The sound of metal friction could be heard outside the door, and it sounded like the blade of a giant sword scraping against the stone floor.
"But then again,"
Olenna seemed to suddenly remember something. "The two guys outside seem to be knights you personally made, right?"
As she spoke, a cunning light flashed in her eyes. "Now outside the door, a knight you have consecrated is going to use a sword to make another knight you have consecrated kneel down."
"Tell me, does this count as... the left hand hitting the right hand?"
These words were almost a naked temptation.
If Tywin admits that the Mountain represents him, then Corleone's fight against the Mountain is a fight against Lannister authority.
If Tywin said that the Mountain did not represent him, it would be tantamount to openly admitting that his most "loyal" knight was out of control.
No matter which way you choose, you will lose.
But Tywin Lannister has never been one to fall into language traps.
"They are all trying to maintain order."
Tywin said slowly, with incomparable confidence in his voice, which comes from the decades he has held power. "Gregor Ser is a soldier, he is used to speaking with a sword, Ser Corleone is the founder of order, and he needs to prove with actions that the rules he established cannot be violated."
"As for who is right and who is wrong...
"I believe it." Tywin cast his green eyes towards the door, without giving an answer, but said a very obscure sentence, "Ser Corleone has the ability to handle all this."
Olenna's pupils narrowed.
She understood.
On the surface, Tywin was expressing trust, but in reality it was an open test.
The "Order" authorization he gave to Corleone is not free.
Now, the Magic Mountain is the first test. If Corleone cannot even suppress the violence in front of his own door, if he is crushed by the Magic Mountain like an insect...
Then Tywin will not hesitate to withdraw all support and look for the next "Hands in the Dark".
Olenna whispered, but a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Throw the two people you personally promoted into Arena, and then sit in the best seat to watch the show."
"How wise, Lord Tywin Lannister."
door.
Seeing the despairing difference in body size between the two people, the crowd could no longer hold back and burst into a burst of murmurs.
"By the gods, is Ser Corleone crazy?"
Balman·Byrch exclaimed, "That is a magic mountain, so powerful that it doesn't look like a human being at all!"
"When we were in the martial arts competition, I was picked off by him with one shot. We have to persuade him not to be impulsive!
"Shh! Keep your voice down!" Beside him, his wife Falyse pulled Balman and glanced in Tywin's direction in horror.
"The Prime Minister has not taken any action, you idiot, what is your turn?"
She took Balman's arm and whispered, "We are just here to attend the banquet today. We must not get involved in this mess, you know!"
Hearing this, Balman was a little angry, but when he thought about how he had offended so many people over the decades, leading to the current situation, he still clenched his fists and couldn't help but shake his head.
Like the Balman couple, almost everyone, regardless of nobles, businessmen, or even underground gang members who had seen Corleone's methods, had the same thought in their hearts at this moment.
This can't be won.
"The size difference is huge."
An old knight whispered to the person next to him, "The sword of the Magic Mountain is longer than the height of many people, and the strength is even greater!"
"I remember that at the tournament last year, he chopped off the head of a tall war horse with one sword, and the blood spurted from the horse's neck shot him in the face!"
"Ser Corleone is indeed a courageous knight. It's a pity...
He sighed, shook his head, and said no more, but the meaning was self-evident.
Listening to such a bloody description, countless noble ladies half-covered their faces with their hands while staring at the two people in the field with interest, as if they were afraid of missing some exciting scene.
Slightly in front of the crowd, Cersei Lannister was fiddling with the ends of her hair with her fingertips, and the corners of her mouth could not help but curve upward in a proud arc.
His green eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Let's fight, let's fight!
She thought to herself, let Magic Mountain teach this ignorant Corleone a lesson!
She has even conceived a script in her heart. When Corleone is about to be killed, or is humiliated to the extreme and her psychological defense collapses, she will speak out as the savior to stop the Demon Mountain.
At that time, Corleone's life was saved by her, how dare he not be grateful and submissive to her?
Thinking of the scene where Corleone was forced to kneel in front of her and swear allegiance, Cersei almost laughed out loud.
No, she actually laughed out loud.
Hearing Cersei's uncontrollable laughter next to her, Marga li·Tyrell pinched the hem of her skirt tightly with her slender fingers, her knuckles turned white0
Corleone's words about "Everlasting Life" just now made her see some kind of wisdom and pattern that transcended ordinary nobles. She instinctively intuitively felt that this person might be very important to the future of the Tyrell family.
Seeing that the conflict was inevitable, she opened her red lips slightly, wanting to say something.
However, a false voice sounded faster than her, breaking the short silence.
"Everyone, everyone!"
"Please calm down, this must be a misunderstanding!"
Petyr Baelish, who was supposed to leave the scene in despair, turned back at some point and pushed his way to the front of the crowd.
He had a seemingly sincere smile on his face, spread his hands, and looked like a peacemaker.
However, he kept an absolutely safe distance, bowed slightly towards the Magic Mountain, and said in a very sincere tone, "Ser Corleone! Gregor Ser!"
"Both of you are the Seven Kingdoms noble knights, why should you hurt your harmony over a trivial matter?"
"Tonight is a good day, but I don't think it's better than this. Ser Corleone, how about you just apologize to Gregor Ser and make amends, and let this matter be over?"
While he was speaking, his eyes glanced in Tywin's direction, obviously wanting to seize the last opportunity to play a role of "knowing the general situation" and perhaps burying a thorn in Corleone's heart.
Moreover, these words sounded like persuasion, but in fact they pushed Corleone towards the edge of the cliff.
Apologize to the Mountain in public?
The "order" Corleone has just established will instantly become a laughing stock!
"You... want me to apologize to this guy?"
"Of course!" Hearing Corleone's cold voice, Petyr slowly turned his head and said to himself, "Although Gregor Ser injured your man, in the end he was just a lowly civilian."
"As a noble knight, you can't hold on to such a trivial matter, right...
Petyr's words stopped abruptly.
Because only then did he realize that Corleone's extremely cold and dark eyes were staring straight at him!
Just this one glance.
The smile on Petyr's face froze instantly, as if the cold northern ice wind had been blown directly into his bones.
He felt as if his throat was being strangled by an invisible hand, and all the beautiful words he had prepared later were blocked in his trachea.
What kind of look is that?
Calm, pitch black, bottomless, no murderous intention, but with a pure and cold condescension, as if looking at an insect making noisy but meaningless noises at his feet.
-[Dignity Lv3]!
As the number of uses of this skill increases, Corleone has been able to control it very skillfully and completely put all the momentum on one person.
This strong sense of oppression made Petyr subconsciously take half a step back. His face turned pale and he could no longer say a word. He could only stand there awkwardly, in a dilemma.
At this moment, Magic Mountain's wild laughter sounded again.
He didn't care at all what Petyr said, but his attention was entirely on Corleone.
He raised the giant sword with one hand and pointed at the eye-catching Black Hand Badge on Corleone's cloak.
"Hahaha!!"
"Black Hand? What a ridiculous crest!"
"Let's do this, Vito·Corleone, if you cut off your right hand yourself, I will forgive you, how about that!"
His voice was full of anticipation, as if he was already imagining the scene of Corleone wailing with his broken hand.
To Magic Mountain, the screams of others are the most beautiful music in the world.
Faced with this naked humiliation and threat, Corleone finally looked squarely at the Magic Mountain.
His expression remained calm, and there was even a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.
"Kneel down, Gregor Ser."
His voice was not high, but it miraculously overwhelmed the surrounding noise. "Now, while you still have a chance."
As he said that, Corleone paused and glanced at Magic Mountain's extremely burly figure and extremely thick plate armor. He shook his head, as if he was evaluating a shoddy product. "Only wild dogs will bark everywhere to show their strength, but everyone knows that it is just a sign of guilty conscience."
These words completely angered the already violent Demon Mountain.
"I will crush all your bones inch by inch, then chew them up and swallow them into my stomach!!"
Mo Shan's eyes turned blood red, and the veins on his forehead popped out like wriggling earthworms.
Without warning, the huge body leaned forward suddenly, and the giant sword that required ordinary hands to barely be wielded was once again picked up by him with one hand, and he struck down Corleone with a simple and rough vertical slash with all his strength!
The speed of this sword was extremely exaggerated, too fast for his size, as if it was going to split the earth!
"Stop it, Mountain!"
James, who had just come down from the room upstairs after hearing the news, happened to witness this horrific scene and his heart almost stopped.
He knows the power of the Magic Mountain very well. Even in his prime, he would never dare to take this sword with his right hand!
In his eyes, Corleone's "slender" figure compared to the Magic Mountain would be ruthlessly split into two in the next second!
"Ah!!!"
Several noble ladies screamed and covered their eyes tightly with their hands, but their fingers were spread wide open and their eyes did not even blink.
Just when everyone thought the outcome was decided and tragedy was inevitable.
Corleone... moved.
Faced with this blow that could cut a person in half, he did not choose to dodge away from a safe distance. Instead, at the last moment when the giant sword came, he lifted the ordinary knight Longsword in his right hand from bottom to top!
The angle of the sword's edge was extremely tricky. The moment the sword tip came into contact with the heavy giant sword, his wrist twisted slightly!
Bang!!!
A crisp and harsh sound of gold and iron exploded!
The expected scene of Longsword shattering and flesh and blood flying everywhere did not appear.
Under everyone's stunned gaze, the giant sword in Mo Shan's hand seemed to be deflected by an even more powerful horizontal force!
Bang!!!
The giant sword scraped Corleone's side less than half a foot away, and hit the stone-paved ground hard, creating a shallow crater and sending stone chips flying, which was enough to show the power of the sword.
But what was even more shocking was that not only the giant sword, but even the huge body of the Demon Mountain was involuntarily pulled forward by its own strength due to its huge inertia. After staggering heavily for several steps, it barely managed to use the giant sword to punch the ground to stabilize its body.
When he turned around, he saw that Corleone was still standing there, not even taking half a step back. He just danced a sword flower very skillfully, as if the exquisite blow just now had just brushed away a fallen leaf.
The night wind blew by, blowing his gray cloak, Black Hand flying high.
Those dark eyes calmly stared at the disbelieving Magic Mountain.
The whole place was deathly silent.
Only the lights on the street reflected Corleone's unruffled face as he slowly spoke, "I'm sorry you made this decision, Gregor Clegane."
"Now, this matter has become personal and has nothing to do with any business, and you will pay the price."
"In the name of Black Hand Mafia."