Balman·Byrch stood there, completely motionless.
His eyes were wide open, staring at Willis curled up in a ball on the ground. His lips trembled slightly, but he could not make any sound.
Falyse?
His wife was actually the instigator behind the kidnapping?
"You... you say it again?" His voice was hoarse, and he couldn't believe this fact at all.
Hearing this, Willis lay on the ground, not daring to raise his head, and replied hesitantly, "Yes... it's really Mrs. Falyse."
"She said... as long as I pay the people away... she would pay me fifty Gold Dragon per month, so I...
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"Fuck you!"
As soon as he said this, Balman rushed forward and kicked Willis in the face, knocking him over.
"You fucking lie! Falyse can't do such a thing, she is my wife, she is House Stokeworth's daughter!"
"You actually slandered a noble noble Lady, you bastard, go to hell!"
"Captain... I didn't lie... really...
"Shut up!"
Seeing that Willis was still trying to explain, Balman stretched out his hands and grabbed his neck tightly. His eyes were bloodshot and he roared, "I will kill you traitor now and go to the seven hells to make up your lies!"
Willis was already seriously injured, and Balman was so powerful that he was unable to resist and was about to die.
But at this moment, a person grabbed Balman's wrist and forced his arms apart.
Balman turned his head suddenly and saw Rorge's noseless face facing him.
"Let go." Balman shouted.
But Rorge didn't let go or speak. He just looked at Balman with no emotion in his eyes.
Balman twitched his arm hard, but Rorge held it tightly and didn't move at all.
"I'll let you go!"
"That's enough."
A calm voice came from the darkness.
Balman froze.
He turned his head and looked at the figure sitting in the shadows behind the desk.
Vito·Corleone.
From the moment Willis was brought in, the other party has been sitting there watching their performance.
The moonlight shines in from the window, casting a pale light on Corleone, but cannot illuminate his face clearly.
Only those dark eyes could be vaguely seen, shining faintly in the darkness.
"My lord!"
Balman tried to defend, but there was a clear cry in his voice, "This traitor is lying! He slandered my wife!
He...
"He didn't lie."
Corleone interrupted his defense, stood up and slowly walked out from behind the desk. The moonlight behind him shrouded his entire body in shadow, only his eyes became clearer and clearer.
Balman subconsciously took a step back, but Corleone just walked straight to Willis and stopped.
"How long have you been following Balman?"
Willis was stunned for a moment, and then replied tremblingly, "Three... three years, my lord."
"Three years." Corleone repeated, "How did he treat you?"
Willis burst into tears. "The captain treats me like a brother and gives me double my salary...
"Then why did you betray him?"
As soon as these words came out, Willis suddenly trembled and could no longer say a complete sentence.
But Corleone didn't wait for his answer, but slowly pulled out the sword from his waist.
Not Lady Kongji, but an ordinary sword without any decoration.
The moonlight shines on the sword, glowing with a cold white light.
Balman's eyes widened. "Sir...
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Corleone did not look back. He just looked at Willis and said softly, "You are a smart man and know when to say what to say. Unfortunately, you made the wrong choice."
As soon as these words came out, Willis seemed to have noticed something, and raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of fear. "Sir! Please forgive me! I will say anything! I...
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But with a flash of sword light, Willis's voice stopped abruptly.
Balman stood there blankly, watching this scene.
Corleone took back the sword, took out a white handkerchief from his arms, and slowly wiped the blood on the sword.
His movements were slow and careful.
"Sir..." Balman's voice was trembling. "You... why...
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Corleone didn't answer. After wiping his sword, he threw the handkerchief on Willis's body, then turned around and looked at Balman.
The moonlight shone on his face, and finally Balman could see clearly. Corleone looked as calm as if nothing had happened.
"Balman."
"Here... here, sir...
Corleone walked up to him and stopped.
The two were only two steps apart, and Balman could clearly see herself in his eyes, looking embarrassed, frightened, and at a loss.
After a moment, Corleone's eyes moved away from his face and fell on the brand new dark blue velvet jacket he was wearing. The collar was embroidered with delicate silver thread patterns, which shone in the moonlight.
"Nice clothes, Ser."
"I hope you can wear it all the time."
As soon as these words came out, Balman's mind went blank, but something inexplicable suddenly came to his mind.
Balman knows very well that by doing this, Corleone is giving him the right to choose.
"My lord!"
He took a deep breath, clenched his right fist and pressed it tightly against his chest, and said loudly, "Balman·Byrch swear to the Seven Gods that I will never let down your kindness!"
Corleone didn't speak. He just looked down at the man kneeling in front of him. He was silent for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand and put it on Balman's shoulder.
It's not heavy, but very stable.
"Get up."
"It's time for you to go home."
Hearing this, Balman took a deep breath again and nodded heavily.
He stood up and turned around without saying a word and walked out. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around.
Corleone was still standing there, with the moonlight behind him, making his face fall into shadow again.
"Corleone-sama."
Balman's voice was choked with sobs. "I will never let you down."
After he finished speaking, he seemed to have been relieved of some burden, and pushed the door open. The sound of his footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor, and finally disappeared into the night.
The office fell silent again.
The moonlight shines on the corpse of Willis, and on the pool of blood that is gradually solidifying. The air is filled with the smell of blood, mixed with the smell of disinfectant, forming a strange atmosphere.
Rorge walked up to Corleone, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and then asked in a low voice, "Sir, why don't you just send someone to Fort Stoke Worth to arrest the person?"
Corleone did not answer.
He walked to the window and looked out at the night.
The streets of Flea Bottom are particularly quiet under the moonlight. In the distance, the lights of Wheel of Order are brightly lit, and the cheers of gamblers can be vaguely heard.
Further away, the towers of the Red Fort looked like an island floating in the darkness.
"Balman is a nice person."
Corleone finally spoke with a calm voice, "He is loyal, diligent, and grateful. But sometimes... people tend to lose themselves."
"He needs a chance."
Rorge frowned. "But sir, Mrs. Falyse...
"Let him deal with it himself."
Corleone interrupted him, "Falyse is his wife, I believe he will make the right choice."
Hearing this, Rorge fell silent.
He understands what Corleone means. Trust is sometimes more important than control. Giving a person a chance to prove his worth is far more likely to win loyalty than directly solving problems for him.
"But I want to know what will happen in Stoke Worth tonight." Corleone added, "Send someone to watch from a distance and don't alert anyone."
Rorge nodded. "Understood, sir."
He turned around to leave. As soon as he reached the door, he suddenly heard a voice from behind. "Wait a minute."
Rorge Look back.
Corleone was still standing in front of the window, with his back to him. The moonlight outlined his silhouette, casting a long shadow on the ground.
"Take care of this guy and find him a quiet place."
Rorge lowered his head. "Yes."
He pushed the door open and closed it gently.
Corleone is the only person left in the office.
He stood in front of the window and looked at the flea nest in the night.
The dim yellow street lights extend into the distance one by one, like a sleeping dragon.
The noise of gamblers could be heard faintly in Wheel of Order, which was the sound of money flowing and desire burning.
He remembered the look in Willis's eyes before he died, full of fear and unwillingness.
Three years.
He followed Balman for three years, but in the end he betrayed his captain for a mere fifty Gold Dragon.
Fifty Gold Dragon is enough for an ordinary person to live for more than ten years, but in Game of Thrones, this amount of money cannot even buy an admission ticket.
At this moment, a subtle voice came from behind.
Hiss~~~hiss~~~
Like the sound of a snake spitting messages.
Corleone There is no looking back.
He just tilted his head slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Come in."
The window made a soft sound, and then a figure jumped down from the window sill.
It's Tyene Sand.
She was wearing a dark tights, her hair was a little messy, and there was a little gray on her face.
After landing, she patted the dust on her hands gracefully, then walked over to Corleone, looked out the window, and complained, "Your window is a bit high, it took a lot of effort to climb up."
Hearing this, Corleone turned his head and looked at her, and said matter-of-factly, "Actually, you can go through the main door."
Triene was stunned for a moment, then waved her hand. "I got used to it when I was in Dorne, and I never leave the door."
As soon as these words came out, Corleone couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly.
As the daughter of the Prince of Dorne, although she is called Bastard Daughter, she is still of noble blood.
But look what these sand snakes do all day long?
Murders, kidnappings, all just surreptitious activities, those who didn't know thought they were coming from some den of thieves.
He sighed silently in his heart.
Oberyn himself is a master who is accustomed to using poison and is extremely insidious, but he didn't expect to teach his daughters to be like this.
But... this is fine.
"How's that going with what I told you?"
Hearing Corleone's inquiry, Triene grinned, showing two rows of white teeth. "It went very well!"
With that said, she walked straight to the desk, sat down in the chair without ceremony and crossed her legs, as if she was at home.
"We went to the Red Keep as you ordered, but before we even showed our kindness, that Queen Mother came up to us on his own!"
"Not only did she say that she would help us save Name Lia, but she also said that she and Tywin Lannister were not on the same side, and that she wanted to keep us by her side as maids and work together to deal with her father!"
Seeing Trieni's carefree look, Corleone raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
Sure enough, Cersei is still the same Cersei, and she can't calm down at all.
He deliberately gave Namei Lia to Tywin, and then sent three sand snakes to deliberately approach Cersei, just to see what kind of chemical reaction these smart people could produce together.
You know, the Red Keep is heavily guarded. If it weren't for his help, the three of them wouldn't be able to get in even if they were extremely capable.
Fortunately, Cersei did not let herself down.
"But we didn't immediately act like we trusted her."
Triene crossed her legs and continued unsteadily, "You told us not to show it too obviously before, so we are still pretending, waiting for her to arrange to meet that or something...Tybert?"
Hearing this, Corleone's eyes moved slightly.
Tybert·Husband?
Cersei wants to arrange for the Sand Snakes to meet Tybert?
"She said that Tybert was her spy next to Tywin. She said that Tybert's daughter was killed by Tywin, so he hated Tywin and was willing to work for her."
"She wanted us to meet him and prove that her words were true."
After Triene finished speaking, Corleone was completely silent.
Tybert is Cersei's spy?
How come he doesn't know about this?
Cersei, that crazy woman, would tell any lie in order to win the trust of the Sand Snakes.
"So you haven't seen Tybert yet?" he asked.
Triene shook her head. "No, eldest sister and Sarella are still waiting in the Red Keep. I slipped out first."
As she said that, she jumped up from her chair, walked up to Corleone and said in a low voice, "That Queen Mother assigned me a task!"
Corleone said calmly, "What mission?"
"Let me stare at Marga li Queen!"
Trine's eyes were bright. "She said you had an affair with that woman from the Tyrell family, and asked me to seize evidence of your adultery!"
Corleone was stunned for a moment.
Then, the corners of his mouth slowly raised into a meaningful smile.
So that's it.
Cersei wants to catch him having an affair with Marga Rei?
It seems that Marga Rei's deliberate behavior before caused Cersei to fall into the pit.
He looked at Tyene's excited face, and his mind was spinning rapidly.
Marga li...
Stoke Worthburg.
Falyse...
Tyrion...
Something is bound to happen in Stoke Worth tonight, so why not make it a little more lively!
"Teene."
"Here!"
Corleone looked at her, with some elusive light shining in those dark eyes.
"You go back now and tell Cersei...
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"Just say that you have found out an important piece of news. Tonight, Marga li Queen will have a private meeting with Vito·Corleone in Stoke Worth."
Tyene blinked. "Where is Stoke Worth? Do you really want to go there to have a private meeting with that Tyrell woman?"
Corleone did not answer.
He just looked at the night outside the window, the smile on his lips getting deeper.
Tyene scratched her head, thought for a while, and then gave up thinking.
"Forget it, I heard you right anyway."
She stood up and patted her clothes. "Then I'll go back and tell her right now!"
After saying that, he jumped up and disappeared into the night outside the window.
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