When Randyll Tarly's footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the stone steps, the corridor became quiet again.
Gendry Warhammer was on the ground, guarding the prison door like a city wall.
"Please get out of the way, Ser."
Seeing that he didn't move, the waiter named Ali said naturally, "I'm going in to deliver food to Queen Mother."
But Gendry still didn't move.
"I am not "Ser", Miss."
As soon as these words came out, the waiter was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he raised his head, frowning slightly and pretending to be confused. "I'm sorry."
"But you may be mistaken. I am not a "Miss", I am a boy."
"I can't be mistaken." Hearing this, Gendry lifted Warhammer from the ground and put it on his shoulders, then took a step forward.
"I have a good memory. Although I don't know why you changed your face to someone else's, you used the name "Ali" when we first met."
"...Ellie ya·Lady Stark."
Rub!!!
As soon as he finished speaking, a slender sword blade slipped directly from the waiter's cuff, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Gendry's throat.
"You shouldn't point your sword at me."
However, Gendry held the hammer motionless and said coldly, "I am not your enemy."
"When we were in the Riverlands, you watched helplessly as the Brotherhood Without Banners sold me to the Red Witch, remember?
Hearing what Gendry said, the waiter was silent for a moment.
Then, a crisp Maiden voice came from the throat, which was completely different from the deliberately suppressed voice before.
"You're right, I shouldn't point my sword at you, I'm here to kill her... You know I'm here to kill her."
"Yes, I know."
Gendry stared seriously into Ellie ia's eyes. "When we were in the Riverlands, you once told me that she killed your sister's direwolf "Lady", and her son ordered your father's head to be chopped off."
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.. You do have a good memory."
Seeing Gendry repeating what he said verbatim, Ellie ya couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
"I owe you an apology, Gendry."
"You were my friend, and I watched them sell you while I was in the Riverlands."
"I think about this every night and swear that I will kill the woman in red. I have never forgotten it from beginning to end."
Hearing Ellie ia say the word "friend", Gendry was stunned for a moment, and then grinned from the bottom of his heart.
"That woman is dead. I killed her myself on Dragonstone."
"As for Cersei Lannister...
...Corleone Master once said that she will be tried, but she must wait for James Ser to come back."
Hearing the name "Jaime Lannister", Ellie ia's eyes became a little colder.
"I can apologize for what I did, but I have to go in because revenge is unreasonable, Gendry."
As she spoke, her eyes kept looking at Gendry, as if she was thinking about how to knock out this guy who was as strong as a bull.
However, at this moment, Gendry suddenly asked, "Where have you been these days?"
"Braavos." Ellie ia was stunned for a moment.
"Braavos... I heard there's a lot of water there."
"There is water everywhere." Ellie ya replied, "I once lived for a while in order to survive in the theater troupe next to Canals."
"I was captured by Stannis and sucked my blood with leeches to cast Magic on them."
... I heated hot water for the prostitutes at the port, just in exchange for a bite of wheat cake."
"Then it's worse for you."
Gendry grinned, and then, to Ellie ia's surprise, he took a step to the side and opened the way to the cell.
"If you need help, bark like a dog."
As soon as these words came out, Ellie was stunned on the spot, his gray pupils dilated slightly, and the previous memories seemed to overlap in front of his eyes.
Gendry's expression and words were exactly the same as when he was in the Riverlands, as if they had never changed.
"That's so stupid."
She almost muttered her answer at that time, "If you need help, I will shout."
Enter the prison cell.
The cell smelled extremely bad, mixed with the smell of urine and sweat.
Cersei Lannister was huddled in the corner, her head lowered and still mumbling something.
"It's time to eat, Your Majesty." Ellie put the dinner plate on the ground and took two steps back.
Cersei looked up.
"Tommen?"
"Tommen, is that you?"
But before she could answer, Cersei's desire to eat had already overcome her. She roughly reached out and grabbed the black bread on the plate, stuffed it into her mouth and bit it hard.
Ellie ya sat down cross-legged, holding her chin and watching her eat.
"Gregor Ser, Dunsen, Sweetmouth"Ralf, Elyn Ser, Marin Ser, Cersei Queen Mother.
One name after another came out of her mouth calmly, without any fluctuation in her voice.
But Cersei, who was immersed in eating bread, didn't respond to this. It can be said that she was very focused.
But Ellie ia didn't care. He just counted them one by one on his fingers. "Gregor Clegane Ser, was killed by hounds on Fighting Arena."
"Dunsen and Sweetmouth Ralf were killed by me in Cured Meat Street's Restaurant, Irene Pine died in the hands of an old man named Whitebeard", Marin Tran died in Flea Bottom...
"All dead."
As Ellie Yabing's words came out, Cersei's chewing speed slowed down.
She raised her head and stared at the gray waiter in front of her with her green eyes. Fear gradually spread from her back to her whole body, as if she saw Stranger coming.
"Who... are you?"
Ali did not answer, but stood up, took two steps forward, and continued, "Gregor Ser, Dunsen, Sweetmouth Ralf, Yilin Ser, Marin Ser, Cersei Queen Mother, Walder Frey...
"The list is really, really long."
As he spoke, the slender sewing needle slipped out of the cuff very naturally. Ellie ya calmly looked at the culprit who had harmed his family in front of him, and softly uttered a few words: "Everyone is mortal."
"It's a very good idea that you asked to visit your mother. After all, a real man must always think about his family.
"Although your mother made an unforgivable mistake, family is family, and nothing can change this, Your Majesty."
Corleone walked beside Tommen, his steps neither fast nor slow, his gray-white cloak swaying gently with his steps.
He is wearing dark gray casual clothes today and looks like an ordinary young scholar, not Black Hand Mafia Godfather who controls the underground world.
Tommen held a small lunch box in both hands and followed Corleone closely.
He walked very slowly, his green eyes lowered and staring at the tips of his boots, his long golden hair swaying slightly in the morning breeze.
It wasn't because the lunch box was heavy, but because he hadn't fully thought about what to say when he saw his mother.
"Corleone Master... Do you think mother will be happy to see me?" After hesitating for a long time, Tommen timidly spoke.
"Maybe, maybe not."
Corleone answered frankly and continued, "But it's not important."
"The important thing is that you are here. The reason why a real man should always think about his family is not to get thanks."
"But grandpa said that a king should not be swayed by his emotions."
Tommen frowned. "He said emotions are weaknesses and can be exploited by enemies."
"Your grandfather was a wise ruler, and he was right. Emotions can indeed be exploited by enemies."
"But family is not the enemy. Thinking about your family is a rare quality in itself. When you grow up, you will find that the reason why many people lose themselves is precisely because they have forgotten where they came from and the people they wanted to protect in the first place."
Saying that, Corleone paused, lowered his head and asked simply and clearly, "Do you want to come see her?"
"Think."
Tommen answered without hesitation, and then immediately felt guilty. "But... but my mother has done such bad things. If I come to see her, will the nobles think that I am on the same side as her?"
Hearing this, Corleone stopped and looked at the little king seriously.
"You don't need to please everyone, Your Majesty."
"You are the king, you just have to do what you think is right. As for what other people think, that's their problem, not yours."
As soon as these words came out, Tommen's eyes suddenly lit up.
This feeling of recognition is completely different from when his grandfather taught him.
When Tywin was the Hand of the King, he always said to him "the king should do this" and "the king should not do that".
But Corleone usually asks him "what do you want to do" first, and then tells him the reason for doing so and what is wrong.
"Lord Corleone, will you stay in King's Landing forever?"
Suddenly, Tommen asked with some reluctance, "I hope you can always be my Hand of the King."
"If nothing else, it's like this." Corleone smiled gently.
"Then can I ask you questions often?"
"Of course!" Looking at Tommen's hopeful eyes, the curve of Corleone's mouth deepened, and then reminded, "But tell me in advance, what I can teach you is very limited."
"If I talk about my most proficient skill, perhaps it is picking apples."
"Let's go, your mother should be anxious."
At this moment, there was a steady sound of footsteps coming from the bottom of the stone steps.
Corleone raised his head and saw a figure rising slowly from the direction of the dungeon. The man also noticed them and stopped at the entrance of the dungeon. The morning light poured in from behind, casting a long shadow between the three of them.
Although he had never seen this person before, Corleone's eyes immediately recognized Fleet Hunter badge on the other person's chest.
"You are... Lord Randyll Tarly?"
"Your Majesty."
Landao lowered his eyes slightly, first saluted Tommen, who was wearing the crown, and then straightened up, his eyes also fell on the Hand of the King brooch on Corleone's chest.
According to tradition, each king's hand can design his own Prime Minister's badge, but no matter how the style changes, there will always be a palm on it.
The brooch in front of me is a black palm stretching out from the shadows, with its fingers slightly open and a very fine dark gold pattern on the edge. It seems as if it has just emerged from the darkness and is about to sink into the shadows again.
"Your Majesty Prime Minister."
Randyll Tarly's voice was calm, not at all as arrogant as when he faced Bronn outside the city, but it gave Corleone plenty of face.
Seeing this, Corleone nodded slightly as a return gift.
His first impression of Randyll Tarly was not bad. After all, judging from the plot of the original novel, Earl of Horn Hill was not a despicable person, and his fighting ability was also good.
In order to give the Tyrell family a piece of the pie in the Royal Council, he personally appointed this High Court vassal as Minister of Justice.
But the other party appeared in the dungeon at this moment, without his Acting Hand of the King knowing anything about it.
"You are...
"I'm sorry that I didn't come to report to you as soon as possible." Before Corleone asked the question, Landao answered first, "In view of the many events that have happened in King's Landing recently, I guessed that you must be very busy, so I took it upon myself to visit Sept explosion's murderer to determine whether she has a repentant heart."
"So that's how it is."
Corleone nodded, but didn't believe a word in his heart.
After all, you, the Minister of Justice, were appointed by me, and I even sent Bronn to pick you up. When you arrived in King's Landing, you didn't come to me first to pay your respects to the dock, but you came to Cersei without saying a word.
What do you want to do?
Find the inside story and overturn Cersei's case?
It's unlikely. Although this guy is also known for his integrity, he is actually a realist. Otherwise, he would not have forced his cowardly eldest son to become the North to become Night's Watch so that his second son could inherit the family business.
Most likely, he wanted to ask something from Cersei, so that he could use it as capital to fight for interests in the Royal Council in the future.
"How long have you been in King's Landing, Lord Tarly?"
"About an hour."
"One hour... From the King's Gate to the Red Castle, even on horseback it takes half an hour."
"That is to say, after you entered the city, you only spent half an hour... maybe less, before you decided to come to the dungeon to visit a criminal accused of regicide, bombing Sept, and murdering hundreds of nobles."
Corleone's tone is still gentle, but every word hits the key point accurately. "I have to say that your enthusiasm for your work is higher than any minister of justice I have ever met."
How many justice ministers have you met?
Randyll Tarly almost answered like this, but remained silent for a moment.
"I hope to learn the truth from the person involved, so I came to see her first. This is the duty of the Minister of Justice. Qingyuan Wolf, I did not inform you. After all, I think these trivial matters should not waste your precious time.
This excuse is crude, but it makes sense.
But... this is good, at least it shows that the Minister of Justice is not an idiot.
After all, only fools would impatiently take sides when the situation is unclear, and Randyll Tarly just wanted more information so that he could stand firmer in King's Landing, the center of power.
"Did you ask anything?"
"I don't know anything." Landao shook his head, and then turned to remind the young king, "Queen Mother... Ms. Cersei seems to have suffered a relatively big blow, and her spirit is a little abnormal."
"I suggest that you'd better not go see her for the time being, otherwise it will bring greater irritation to her, Your Majesty."
Hearing this, Tommen raised his head anxiously and looked at Corleone, holding the lunch box tightly in his hands.
"It's okay." Corleone touched his head and said with relief, "We're just going to deliver some food, right?"
His hands were warm, and it seemed to give Tommen some courage to look at Randyll Tarly and shout loudly, "Mother... she is just sick. When she gets better, she will change back to her original appearance!"
She wasn't that good either...
Randyll Tarly looked at the eight-year-old king and almost couldn't help himself.
"Maybe."
In the end, he just said this, but suddenly he seemed to think of something again and added another sentence, "But I think Queen Mother she won't be able to eat it."
"There was already a waiter delivering the food just now. His name is...Ali."
"Who?!!!"