On the third floor of House of Order, Corleone is sitting behind the desk, with several parchment files spread out in front of him.
They were all sent by Rorge in the morning, and the content was nothing more than Flea Bottom's income and expenditure accounts for last month, Ring of Order's fighter promotion list, and several business contracts that required his signature.
He picked up the quill, dipped it in ink, and was about to sign the last contract.
The window was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
"I'm back!"
A female voice with Dorne accent sounded, and then a figure jumped down from the window sill, and when he landed, his boots made a muffled sound on the stone floor.
Hearing this familiar voice, Corleone's pen tip paused and he raised his head, and his eyebrows couldn't help but jump.
Sure enough, the person who came was seen wearing a gray-white coarse cloth robe, with a wide hood lifted behind his head, revealing a particularly gloomy and exquisite face.
Trinee Sand.
But her mental state was pretty good. She walked carelessly to the chair opposite Corleone's desk, sat down, and slumped back on the chair.
This sand snake obviously didn't regard itself as an outsider at all. He kicked off his shoes directly, put his feet on the table with a "snap", and even moved his toes twice.
"That Queen Mother is almost driven crazy now." She crossed her feet and put her hands behind her head, with a sense of pleasure in her tone that "I can finally speak."
"You haven't seen her like that. She is dragged out of bed by the Silent Sisters every day before dawn, and kneels in front of the statue of the Seven Gods to pray. She has been kneeling for several hours, and her knees are swollen."
"You can't eat after praying. Sister Silent said that you should go on a diet during the confession period." She gave her two meals a day, one bowl of gruel and a piece of black bread, so hard it could kill a dog."
"Queen Mother couldn't stand it on the first day. He threw the bowl on the ground and said that he was Queen Mother from the Seven Kingdoms, not a prisoner."
"But the Silent Sisters ignored her at all. They couldn't speak in the first place. No matter how crazy Queen Mother was, they just pretended not to hear and did whatever they had to do."
Trine continued to ramble, "Oh, by the way, Sister Silence has to check Queen Mother's body every day to confirm whether Queen Mother is pregnant with Seed of Corruption."
"After all, that woman had sex with Osney·Kettleblack all night in the wild, and was imprisoned in Sept the next day. What if she is really pregnant?"
"But she is already thirty-five, and she is not a little girl. It is not so easy to get pregnant."
With the fire of gossip in her eyes, Tyene kept sharing with Corleone what she had seen and heard in Baelor Great Sept these days.
I have to say that she really has a talent for telling stories. Even Corleone couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly when she thought of Cersei's tragic experience.
It's just that this posture is a bit inelegant, looking at it from the perspective of Corleone...
"Put your feet down." Seeing this, Corleone knocked on the table and said in a serious tone.
"Why?" Triene looked down at her little feet dissatisfied, then looked up at Corleone: "It's very clean."
"This has nothing to do with whether you are clean or not. You are a woman, Tyene, and a woman must sit appropriately." Corleone took a deep breath.
He admitted that Tyene was indeed beautiful. Although her skin was not white, her facial features were exquisite, her eyes were big and bright, and her lips were as plump as ripe fruits.
Her feet are indeed not ugly... but it has nothing to do with whether they are beautiful or not.
The problem is, she's wearing a skirt.
"Put your feet down." Corleone knocked on the table again, his tone stronger than before. "It stinks."
"I was like this when I was in Dorne, and my father never said anything about me."
Tyene muttered something and reluctantly pulled her legs back.
But before taking it back, she shook it again, as if to show something. "Look, where does it stink? There's no dust at all, it's very clean."
Seeing her put her feet back, Corleone also decided not to continue to argue on this topic. He just crossed his hands in front of him and looked at her calmly with his black eyes.
"Go on."
Hearing this, Triene proudly puffed up her chest again. "You don't know, Queen Mother looked like that after taking off his clothes, tsk tsk tsk...
"A woman who has given birth to three children has wrinkles all over her belly. It's so ugly. I don't want to have children in the future."
"That's enough."
Seeing that this girl was getting more and more outrageous, Corleone raised his hand to interrupt her, with a hint of helplessness in his black eyes. "There is no need to report such a detailed matter."
Trini was stunned for a moment, then curled her lips. "Well, that's the situation anyway. That woman is almost crazy, but not completely crazy. She jumps repeatedly on the edge of collapse every day."
"I guess it won't be long before she starts...
"I understand." Corleone nodded and interrupted Triene before she could finish speaking.
Cersei's reaction was almost what he expected. After all, he grew up sitting on a golden toilet. Who has ever suffered like this?
Plus her nature...
Once you are pushed into a hurry, it is not surprising that you will do anything extreme.
"So you have successfully disguised yourself as the Silent Sisters and lurked in Baelor Great Sept?" He retracted his thoughts and looked at Tyene again.
Speaking of this, Tyene's face immediately fell.
"You have the nerve to mention it, do you know how painful it is to be a silent sister?"
"First of all, you can't speak! You can't say a word!"
"I've never been so damn depressed since I started talking. Do you know how I've been here these past few days? I've gone through all the things I can say in my life in my head. In a few days, I may have to talk to myself!"
"And then I have to be responsible for disposing of the body of the dead noble!"
"The intestines are removed, the organs are dug out, the blood is drained, the abdominal cavity is stuffed with spices and herbs, then sutured, and finally the body is anointed with sesame oil."
"I smelled that smell once and I will never forget it in my life!"
Seeing her full of complaints, Corleone couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly. "Don't you often deal with dead people?"
"Can that be the same?" Hearing this, Triene almost jumped up in anxiety. "Killing only takes a moment, and the work of disposing of corpses is usually done by Obaya. I never participate, it's too stinky!"
"The most unacceptable thing is that you never told us silent sisters that we should abstain from sex!" At this point, her voice suddenly rose, as if she had been greatly wronged.
"This is the most interesting thing in the world. I can't even imagine how those old women came here after decades. I bet there are definitely spider webs under them!"
After she finished speaking, she leaned back in her chair, folded her arms across her chest, and had the expression "I'm desperate for this fucking world" written all over her face.
This topic is a bit out of scope, and if I talk about it any further, I might run the risk of being locked up in a dark room.
Corleone was silent for a few seconds and did not continue. He just explained calmly, "Silent sisters never speak, and they are covered in gray clothes to cover their faces. This is the best way to hide."
"If it weren't for the fact that the Archbishop owed me dozens of favors, you wouldn't have had the chance to enter Sept so easily."
When she heard what he said, Tyene immediately frowned and wanted to refute.
However, at this moment, there was a loud shouting outside.
"I fought for the Seven Kingdoms, I bled in Battle of the Blackwater Rush, I want to see Lord Corleone!"
Hearing this movement, Corleone frowned.
"You go back first and report to me anytime if you have anything."
Hearing this, Tyene jumped down from the chair, patted the folds on her off-white coarse cloth robe, and pulled her hood back up to cover most of her face.
A pair of sparkling eyes were revealed under the shadow of the gray cloth.
"They really treat us like tools." She muttered in a low voice, not too loud but just enough for Corleone to hear.
Then she turned around and walked to the window, stepped on the window sill with one foot, and was about to jump down, when she suddenly stopped and turned around.
"By the way, Corleone."
"Hmm?
"The Queen, Marga Li·Tyrell you asked me to stare at before, she often goes to Sept to pray recently."
"Oh?"
Tyene nodded.
"Every time I come, I bring very few people, sometimes even just one maid, and I stay in Sept for an hour or two at a time."
"But I don't think she came here to pray, but to see that Queen Mother joke."
"I understand." Corleone didn't express an opinion, just nodded.
It seems that Little Rose from Highgarden also holds a grudge.
"Next time I'll have someone bring you some Lysian spice to cover up the stink of death."
Hearing this, Trine's eyes lit up. "I knew that although you look boring, you are definitely a good person!"
After saying that, the gray-white figure flashed in the air and disappeared into the afternoon sun.
There was only a shallow footprint left on the windowsill that she had just stepped on, and a few dead leaves that had been blown in from the outside.
The noise outside the door became louder and louder, like someone pushing in the corridor.
Corleone frowned and said loudly, "Rorge!"
The door was pushed open, and Rorge walked in quickly, with a trace of embarrassment on his face.
"Sorry sir, outside...
"I heard it." Corleone interrupted him, "What's going on?"
"It's Bronn. He brought someone to see you. He said he had something important to do. The people downstairs stopped him from entering, saying that you wouldn't see anyone today, so he started fighting with them.
"A fight?"
Corleone was silent for a moment, then sighed.
It is said that after inheriting Stoke Worth, this guy has been cleaner in his pocket than his face recently, but he has a good temper. How dare he make trouble in House of Order?
Could it be that you are here to borrow money?
"Let him come up." After thinking for a moment, Corleone ordered.
"I just don't want to see those customers who come to me to get close to me and ask for services.
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"But Bronn is not a guest... he is trouble."
"It's useless to hide when trouble comes. Why not let him in and see what that guy wants to do."
Soon, several people entered the room.
Corleone's eyebrows jumped slightly.
Bronn, who was bruised and swollen, was led into the room by a tall hunting dog, along with a man wearing Gray-White Coarse Cloth Cloak.
But the man just stood motionless at the door, not looking around. He just stood there with his hands hanging by his sides. It was obvious that he knew the rules.
Corleone's eyes stayed on him for two seconds, then moved away and looked at Bronn again.
"What happened?"
Hearing these words, Bronn immediately broke free from the restraints and ran over from the hunting dog. The expression on his face was even more aggrieved than a prostitute who had been defaulted by a client.
"Master Corleone, please seek justice for me!"
"I am also a Earl after all! Stoke Worthburg Earl! One of the oldest families in the kingdom!"
"Battle of the Blackwater Rush I shed my blood for the Seven Kingdoms, Adam Malbrand Ser personally knighted me! King Joffrey.
"Fuck King Joffrey." The Hound's voice came from behind.
Bronn choked back his words. He turned back and glared at the hound, his lips trembling but he didn't dare to refute a word.
It's not that I don't want to refute, it's that I don't dare.
Because now his whole body hurts.
There was a big bruise on the left eye socket, the right cheek was swollen, and the skin on the corner of the mouth was broken, and it hurt whenever I spoke.
The brand new dark blue velvet coat was wrinkled, the collar was torn askew, the sleeves were torn, and the silver thread pattern was broken in several sections.
"Master Corleone, look at how I was beaten by him. I am also a Earl...
"You said it." Corleone interrupted him.
Bronn choked again, swallowed, and lowered his voice a bit, with a humility that said "I am really miserable": "In short, you must seek justice for me."
Corleone didn't answer, he just looked away from Bronn and looked at the hound at the door with questioning eyes.
"He wants to break in." The hunting dog met Corleone's gaze, and his voice was still hoarse and flat. "The rules you set are that no one can forcefully enter the third floor of House of Order without your permission."
"He brought people and insisted on seeing you. The people downstairs said they would not see any visitors today and asked them to come back another day."
"This guy won't listen and insists on breaking in."
The hunting dog paused and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. "I had no choice but to tell him to calm down."
As soon as these words came out, Bronn almost burst into tears.
Calm down?
You call this calm and calm?
I'm downstairs trying to explain to you with nice words, saying that this old man... the old man has something important to see Mr. Corleone, and no matter what, you won't let him in!
What's the result?
This damn hunting dog appeared out of nowhere, and without saying a word, slapped him on the back of the head, causing him to stumble forward several steps.
Bronn was on fire at the time.
After all, he is also a knight awarded by Battle of the Blackwater Rush, Stoke Worth Fort Earl. Although the castle burned down, the title is real!
Even if you are Corleone, you can't bully others like this, right?
Then he started fighting with the hunting dogs.
Then...
Bronn swore to the Seven Gods that if it were anyone from House of Order, he would never be in such a mess, not even the Dothraki!
But he happened to meet a hunting dog!
This guy destroyed the Magic Mountain in Ring of Order!
The most disgusting thing is that bad old man. He had to put a sword on his neck and force him to come to House of Order. Otherwise, how could he have a conflict with the hunting dog?
And when the two of them started fucking, the old man completely ignored his pleas for help and kept standing by and watching himself being pressed to the ground and rubbed by the hunting dog!
"Well done.
After roughly understanding what happened, Corleone did not criticize the hunting dog's actions. Instead, he praised, "Next time you encounter this situation, just break your legs and throw them to Gold Cloaks Headquarters and let them deal with it."
Hearing this, the hound grinned, while a trace of despair flashed across Bronn's face. It seemed that today's beating was in vain.
"That...
Since he couldn't seek justice, Bronn simply forced out a smile and prepared to withdraw first.
"Master Corleone, I have brought you here, then I will...
","Sit down."
Corleone's voice was not loud, but Bronn's butt instinctively sat on the chair.
He opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw those black eyes, all the words were stuck in his throat.
The office finally became quiet.
Corleone leaned on the back of the chair, and his eyes finally fell on the hooded man at the door.
"You have gone through so much effort to see me, but don't tell me that you don't even know the most basic courtesy of introducing yourself."
Hearing this, the man finally took a few steps forward, raised his hand and slowly opened his hood, revealing a head full of white hair and a weather-beaten but still charming face.
His blue eyes were calm and deep, looking at Corleone with a serious expression.
"I came from across the Narrow Sea from Slaver's Bay."
"In accordance with the will of my queen, I have come to find you, Lord Vito·Corleone."
"Queen..." Corleone narrowed his eyes slightly.
In the language of Westeros, "Queen", "Queen" and "Queen Mother" are all the same word, so there is a lot of ambiguity.
But combined with the place "Slaver's Bay", he probably guessed the origin of the other party, but still asked aloud, "Who is your queen?"
Hearing this, a trace of pride flashed in the old knight's blue eyes.
"My queen." He spoke slowly, his voice low and clear, and every word seemed to have been refined thousands of times.
"She is Khaleesi of the Great Steppe, Liberator, Mother of Dragons, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Warden of the Realm, and rightful ruler of the seven the Seven Kingdomss."
.. Daenerys Targaryen!"