"It's out, it's out!"
In a dark alley, four pairs of eyes were staring at the carriage that was about to leave across the street.
Then a low voice sounded, with uncontrollable excitement.
The speaker was a woman in her twenties, with big and bright eyes, and her bronze skin glowed with a healthy glow in the shadows.
At this moment, she was lying behind a broken wooden box, half of her head sticking out, like a wild cat that had discovered its prey.
If Corleone saw it, he would immediately recognize him as the Dornish woman who previously called herself "Tyene".
Tyene Sand, to be precise.
One of Oberyn Martell's Bastard Daughter, who has the title of "Sand Snake", ranking third.
"I saw it, don't be so loud."
Next to her, another woman reached out and pushed her down, with a hint of helplessness in her voice.
This woman was a few years older than Terene, with darker features and a calmer temperament, but her eyes also shone with a dangerous light.
Obaya Sand, the eldest sister of the Sand Snakes.
She originally wanted to come to King's Landing alone, but before leaving, Tyene brought her two sisters and argued that the Sand Snakes must act together.
Out of helplessness, Obaya had no choice but to bring them along.
"That person came from House of Order and is dressed so well. He must be a senior executive of Black Hand Mafia!"
Tyene lowered her voice and said, but she could not suppress her excitement. "He must know where his father is!"
"We have been waiting here for so many days, and finally we have a chance." Another voice sounded, as gentle as the spring breeze blowing on the face.
The woman who spoke was leaning against the wall, her posture elegant, which was in sharp contrast to the three squatting sisters next to her.
Her skin was also bronze, her facial features were as delicate as if they were carved, and there was a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
Namei Lia·Shad, the second child of the Sand Snakes.
"He got into the carriage."
Name Lia played with the dagger in her hand, the blade shone with a cold light, obviously it was also on the weapon like Oberyn.
"He seems to be a man of distinction. This kind of person doesn't like to walk."
"Then what should we do?" A fourth voice sounded, with a hint of childishness and curiosity.
The woman who spoke was about 2,000 years old and the youngest among them. She was the one who forcibly took Tyene away before.
Her eyes were round and her face was round. She looked like a curious little squirrel. She was tiptoeing over the wooden box in front of her, trying to see the carriage clearly.
Sarella·Shad, the fourth child.
"Of course we should catch up and arrest the person first!" Triene, who was the most impulsive in doing things, had already stood up and patted the dust on her hands, saying matter-of-factly.
"Catch what!" Obaya pulled her back. "This is a flea nest, full of Vito·Corleone people. If we are discovered, we will not be able to save our father!"
"Then let's do it more secretly?"
"How come you were secretive for most of the day?"
"I heard before that Vito·Corleone has a Dothraki who eats human hearts alive every week!"
"What, so powerful!"
"I'm not afraid, my whole body is quenched with poison, just let him come!"
"But if we are caught, who will save our father and who will take revenge?"
"What should we do?"
Several women spoke to each other, and their voices became louder and louder.
"Keep your voices down!"
Obaya growled lowly, and the three sisters shut their mouths at the same time.
She took a deep breath and looked around. Four bronze-skinned women were crowded in a dark alley, lying down, squatting, and leaning against the wall, like a nest of sand snakes that had just emerged from their holes.
It has been several days since I came all the way from Dorne to King's Landing.
About half a month ago, they learned that their father Oberyn Martell was assassinated in King's Landing. He was seriously injured and fell into a coma. His life and death are unknown.
And their mother, Ellaria Shad, also died in that assassination.
Although Ellaria is not their biological mother, as Oberyn's number one mistress, the Sand Snakes also call her their mother.
When the news came, they went crazy on the spot.
Even if Fallingwater Gardens clearly sent someone to tell them not to act rashly, they should first wait for Prince Doran's order.
But as Sand Snakes, they can't control that much.
What to wait for instructions, what not to act rashly...
Fuck them all!
So, they left Dorne by boat the next night and headed north to King's Landing.
Fortunately, the Sand Snakes were not so impulsive that Wu Zetian became a widow and did not take her four underage sisters with her, namely the four Sand Snakes born to Ellaria.
Instead, they were left in Sunspear and entrusted to Princess Arianne to take care of them.
But when they arrived in King's Landing, the Sand Snakes encountered a big problem.
Literally a "big" problem.
... King's Landing is too big.
They searched for several days but found nothing, and later found out that Oberyn might be being treated at a place called "House of Order".
They had been to that place once, but they couldn't get in at all. The "Community Wardens" in gray uniforms at the door were all fierce and fierce, and they rushed away when they saw them.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? Do you have an appointment?"
Make an appointment?
They are here to kill people, what the hell kind of appointment are they making?
But there is no way, if you can't get in, you can't get in. The sand snakes can only squat outside, hoping to find an opportunity.
"But that person must be a senior executive of Black Hand Mafia, probably a confidant of Vito·Corleone!"
Seeing the carriage going further and further away, Triene urged anxiously, "Look at his clothes, the material is worth at least several hundred Gold Dragon!"
"And his carriage is also very valuable."
Sarella added, "The horse is a good horse, and I was rarely that good in Dorne."
"His attitude is also very suspicious."
Namei Lia said softly, with a glimmer of light flashing in her gentle eyes. "Did you see it? His face was ugly when he came out. He must have been scolded by that guy named Corleone for not doing things well."
"Isn't that better!"
As soon as these words came out, Trine's eyes lit up. "This guy must be resentful towards Corleone. When the time comes, as long as we catch him and interrogate him, we will definitely find out the whereabouts of his father!"
"That makes sense!"
"And he only brought one servant with him and no guards. Isn't this a great opportunity?"
"Do it or not, sister!"
Several Sand Snakes talked to each other and looked at Obaya at the same time, leaving her silent for a while.
Looking at the carriage that was about to disappear at the corner of the street, he frowned.
"Sister."
At this moment, Namei Lia, who had always been calm and intellectual, spoke, "I think what Tyene said makes sense."
Hearing this, Obaya looked at her.
"We've been here for so many days and there's been no progress at all."
Namei Lia continued her analysis, "House of Order can't get in, we can't see that Corleone, and we don't even know if the father is really there."
"But this guy is the only person we have seen coming out of it in the past few days who has an identity."
"He has seen Corleone, he has entered House of Order, he must know something."
Hearing this, Obaya pursed her lips and said nothing, and did not express her position immediately.
Seeing this, Tyene on the side started to add fuel to the fire, and took the initiative to say, "And think about it, my father is the Prince of Dorne. That Corleone must have a purpose for hiding him, maybe he wants to extort ransom!"
"Ransom?"
Hearing this, the youngest Sarella's eyes widened. "Then we have to save our father quickly!"
"Yes! We can't let him succeed!"
"Why is my father so powerful being hidden? Is he seriously injured?"
"That's why we are needed more!"
Several women began to chatter again.
"Okay, okay!" Obaya interrupted them again.
She stood up and looked at the disappearing carriage, which was almost at the corner of the street.
If you don't decide, you won't be able to keep up.
"Sister!" Trine said anxiously, "Say something quickly!"
Obaya gritted her teeth.
"Catch!"
"First arrest that guy and interrogate him!"
The sun sets in the west, and the streets of King's Landing are dyed a warm orange-red color.
A black carriage slowly drove out from House of Order, heading north along Cured Meat Street, heading towards Silk Street.
The wheels rolled over the stone road, making a grunting sound, and the rhythm was steady and monotonous.
In the carriage, Naho·Dimittis was leaning on the soft cushions, with his eyes closed, humming a light-hearted Braavos ditty, with a bit of the dissolute atmosphere in Sailor's tavern.
When he was a child, he often heard his father hum this song, but after his father died, he forgot about it.
But today I don't know why, but this song suddenly came out of my memory.
Humming, Naho raised the corners of his mouth slightly, obviously his mood had begun to improve.
Although I stumbled in front of the guy named Corleone today, he may have the leverage in his hands.
But so what?
Naho opened his eyes and looked at the street scene passing by outside the car window.
The money in the Iron Bank is not his money.
He inherited his father's position in the family and worked for the Iron Bank for twenty years. He worked exhaustingly and only managed to save tens of thousands of Gold Dragon.
And that guy named Petyr Baelish could easily take away hundreds of thousands with just one loan.
Why?
Because they are brave!
But that Vito·Corleone seems to have a bigger appetite than Petyr!
A Farmer who climbed up from the mud took less than a year to sit on the position of Chancellor of the Finance, and also managed the 40,000 poor people in Flea Bottom to be submissive.
This kind of person is worth cooperating with.
As for how to cooperate?
This time, he Naho·Dimittis will not suffer the same losses as when he cooperated with Petyr Baelish.
This time, he wants to take the big shot!
The carriage continued to move forward.
After turning a corner, we entered a small road leading to Silk Street. There were not many people, and it seemed a little quiet in the bustling King's Landing.
Naho looked outside through the curtains, thinking about which brothel to go to tonight.
The one I went to last time was pretty good, and the girls were all pretty...
Bang!
At this moment, the carriage stopped suddenly.
Naho's body rushed forward and almost rolled off his seat.
"What's going on!"
He shouted displeasedly and opened the curtain in front, only to see the servant driving the carriage sitting on the shaft of the carriage, looking ahead.
"Sir, someone in front fell down."
"Falled down?" Naho frowned. "They are just some untouchables, won't it be over just by driving them away?"
"I'm still rushing to visit a prostitute!"
At Naho's urging, the servant jumped out of the car and took a few steps forward.
I saw a woman lying on her side on the ground, with one hand supporting the ground and the other hand covering her ankle. It looked like she had a sprain.
Her hair fell down, covering half of her face, but judging from the exposed half of her face, she shouldn't look bad.
"Hey!" the servant walked over and shouted loudly, "Get up and stay out of the way!"
Hearing his urging, the woman raised her head, and for just a moment, the servant was stunned.
What kind of face is that?
Her bronze skin glowed softly in the sunset, her facial features were as delicate as if they were carved, and there was an indescribable tenderness and intelligence between her brows and eyes.
Her lips were slightly pursed, looking a little painful, but the painful expression not only did not destroy her beauty, but made people feel more pity for her.
"I... my foot is twisted."
Her voice was also very gentle, like a spring breeze blowing over the water. "Can you help me?"
Hearing this, the servant swallowed.
He swore to the many gods in Braavos that this woman was definitely the most beautiful he had ever seen in his life!
Don't say it's to help her... even if it's to help her... that's fine!
While the servant was dilly-dallying, the impatient Naho had already opened the curtain and poked his head out of the carriage.
When he saw the woman on the ground, his eyes suddenly straightened.
"Asshole!!"
Naho jumped out of the car, kicked his servant who had been with him for more than ten years to the ground, and yelled, "How the hell did you drive, such a beautiful lady was hit by you, you damn slave!"
As soon as these words came out, the servant was stunned. "Sir, she obviously fell by herself..."
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"Shut up!"
After another kick on the servant's face, Naho turned around, his face instantly filled with a smile, so attentive that it was almost flattering.
"Are you okay, miss?"
As he said that, he walked over quickly, bent down and stretched out his hand. "Here, let me help you up."
The woman looked up at Naho, her big eyes seemed to be shining with endless emotion.
Reach out and hold.
That hand was soft and warm, making Naho feel an indescribable throbbing in his heart.
"Thank you." The woman said softly, "You are such a good person."
"Of course! Everyone in Braavos knows that I, Naho·Dimittis, am a very good person!"
Naho helped her stand up while bragging about her good reputation.
Braavos?
Shouldn't it be a flea nest?
Namei Lia Shad frowned slightly, but didn't think much about it.
His foot did seem to be twisted. When he stood up, his body swayed and he almost fell down again. Naho quickly held her waist, and the soft touch made his heart tremble again.
"Be careful."
He supported her and walked slowly towards the carriage.
Namei Lia leaned on him, lowered her head, looking fragile and weak.
Only the servant stood up and looked at this scene, his face full of grievances.
"What are you still doing?" Naho shouted at him, "Open the car door!"
The servant quickly ran to open the car door.
Naho supported Namei Lia towards the carriage step by step.
When he got to the car, he was about to help her get into the car, imagining what would happen with this beauty in the car.
Just then...
Poof.
There was a muffled sound.
The servant's body swayed, and then he fell straight forward. There was a dagger stuck on the back of his head. The blade was completely submerged, leaving only the handle exposed.
Blood gushed out from the wound and spread on the ground.
Naho's eyes widened.
But a hand stretched out from the side and covered his mouth. The force was so strong that he couldn't get away at all.
Then, a voice sounded in his ear.
"Shh...
The voice was very young, with a hint of playfulness. "Don't shout, otherwise you will end up like him."
Naho's eyes moved desperately, trying to see who it was.
But then.
Bang!
There was a heavy blow on the back of the head, and his vision went dark, and he didn't know anything anymore.
The whole process takes no more than ten seconds.
From the servant being killed to Naho being knocked unconscious, everything was done neatly and without any sloppiness.
Tyene had already picked up Naho's body and threw him into the carriage as easily as she carried a bag of flour.
"It's so heavy," she complained.
"Stop talking nonsense." Namei Lia urged, "Hurry up."
Triene jumped on the car, pushed Naho inside, and then pulled the door shut.
Namei Lia turned and looked across the street.
There, a younger girl was standing next to a carriage, waving to them.
Fourth child Sarella Shad, her carriage is much shabbier than Naho's, but it comes in handy at this moment.
"Where's the eldest sister?" Tyene asked.
"Disposal of corpses." Namei Lia said.
Just as he was talking, he saw Obaya walking from the corner to the body, and picked it up with just one hand.
The movement was as easy as if he was carrying just a small bag of garbage, and he quickly disappeared into another alley.
It only takes a few seconds.
People were still coming and going on the street, and no one noticed what was happening here.
"Let's go!"
Sarella waved his whip and the carriage drove forward, followed by Tyene driving Naho's carriage.
The two carriages, one behind the other, disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun.