Ellie ya!
Sansa turned her head sharply and looked at the young waiter carrying the cake.
After checking again and again, I could only see that it was just an ordinary face, the kind that would never be remembered if thrown into a crowd.
"You have the wrong person, my lord."
The waiter also lowered his head at the right time and said in defense, "I'm just a helper in the kitchen."
Corleone didn't answer, but simply slammed the opponent's wrist onto the table!
When|~~~~
There was a crisp sound, and a slender dagger fell out from under the plate with the cake and landed on the floor.
In pain, the waiter groaned and staggered back several steps.
When she stood firm and raised her head, her originally submissive eyes had completely turned cold, staring at Corleone.
Under the gaze of the two people, she reached out and pulled off the mask on her face, revealing the slightly green but ferocious face of Maiden underneath.
"Ellie ya!
Sansa shot up from her seat in excitement.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and then Sansa strode forward and hugged her sister into her arms, almost squeezing her whole body into her towering chest.
"It's really you." Her voice was choked with sobs, and she almost forgot her usual elegant posture after a long separation.
Feeling the long-lost warm embrace, Ellie ya, who wanted to struggle, gently buried her face in her sister's arms without saying a word.
Before they separated, they always disliked each other and fought with each other. However, after experiencing the huge changes in the family and the death of relatives, the family relationship seemed so precious at this moment.
But after a brief moment of tenderness, Ellie ia immediately pushed Sansa away, rubbing her still painful wrist, and quietly protected her sister behind her.
Seeing that Corleone just sat there and watched them quietly without taking any further action, he was slightly relieved.
"How come you guys always recognize me?"
"In front of these eyes, all pretense is in vain." Corleone pointed at his own eyes and answered matter-of-factly.
Hearing this, Ellie ya gritted her teeth. She really didn't like this feeling of being seen through.
In the House of Black and White in Braavos, she thought she had learned quite superb assassination skills, but in front of Corleone, her proud disguise was exposed twice in a row.
"You broke my heart, Ellie ia Stark."
Corleone did not stand up, but leaned back on the chair and spoke very naturally, "I risked my life to save you and Sandor Clegane on the shore of God's Eye Lake, but you chose to use a sharp knife on me... twice."
As soon as these words came out, Sansa turned her head sharply and looked at her sister in disbelief.
Ellie ya did not avoid her gaze, but curled her lips, her gray eyes still staring at Corleone unconvinced, without any intention of flinching.
"I didn't mean to kill you."
Her tone was not angry, but she was honest and made no secret of her purpose. "I just want to save Gendry. I heard from the soldiers in the Red Keep that he was captured by your people."
"The child is not here with me."
Corleone did not choose to hide it, but just shook his head. "He is now being guarded tightly by Randyll Tarly's people. Even I can't see him. You are looking in the wrong place."
Now it was Ellie ia's turn to look confused. "Aren't you the Hand of the King? Why didn't Randyll Tarly listen to you?"
"When your father was the Hand of the King, not everyone listened to him."
Hearing Ellie Yazhen's question, Corleone's eyes twitched slightly and couldn't help but complain.
He stood up from his chair and walked over to Sansa, gently holding her hand again.
Corleone could feel the North Maiden's fingers trembling slightly, and then slowly calmed down.
"Don't worry."
He looked down at her eyes, his voice gentler than ever before. "Your family is my family."
Hearing this, Sansa raised her head and looked at Corleone, her blue eyes filled with unspeakable complex emotions, but in the end she just nodded slowly.
"Family?"
Hearing this word, Ellie ya's eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them suspiciously, his gray eyes filled with disbelief. "What family?"
Hearing this, Corleone turned his head to look at her, with a sly arc on his lips. "Just now, your sister has agreed to become my wife."
"In other words, you have to call me brother-in-law from now on."
As soon as these words came out, Ellie ia's eyes widened even more, and she asked Sansa for confirmation, "Is what this guy said... really?"
Sansa did not answer, but smiled slightly in response to Ellie ia's gaze, and held Corleone's arms tightly with both hands to show her attitude.
Seeing this, Ellie ya opened his mouth wide, and the expression on his face gradually changed from disbelief to helplessness, akin to hating iron for not being able to become steel.
"Cut."
She rolled her eyes and turned her head to the side, her tone full of disgust. "She has never been very good at choosing husbands."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"Where are you going?"
Sansa instinctively took a step forward and said in a pleading voice, "We have just seen each other again!"
However, Ellie ya just stopped and didn't look back.
Her gray eyes looked in the direction of the corridor. It was very dark, but it was the path she had walked alone for a long time when she came here, and she had become accustomed to it.
After a while, her voice slowly sounded.
"I'm going to save my friends."
"Only on your own?" Corleone's voice came from behind, with undisguised sarcasm in his tone.
Such an obvious method of provoking a general was very useful. Ellie ya immediately turned her head and shouted at him, "Don't underestimate me!"
"I learned skills somewhere beyond your imagination, Corleone!"
"Really?" Corleone raised his eyebrows, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became deeper. "Just based on your rough disguise skills that failed twice in front of me?"
As soon as these words came out, Ellie ia's face turned slightly red and her lips pursed. She wanted to refute but had nothing to say.
"Sit down."
Corleone took Sansa's hand and led her to her seat again, then tilted her head towards Ellie ia, her tone unmistakable. "You and your sister haven't seen each other for a long time."
"I know you are full of anger, but no matter how important it is, you must at least take time to have a meal with your family first."
Hearing this, Ellie ya stood at the door, looking very hesitant.
However, Corleone's voice sounded again, making her unable to refuse at all.
"If you want to save Gendry, then first finish this meal with your sister."
"Don't forget, you still owe me a favor."
"Twice."
When he walked out of the residence of the Minister of Justice, Varys felt that his legs were no longer his own.
His whole body was as tired as falling apart, and with every step he took, the muscles in his inner thighs made a silent protest, making his walking posture a bit weird.
There's no way around it, Randyll Tully's energy is too strong!
Don't get me wrong... he's talking about work energy.
This Earl from Kok Ling is a fucking workaholic!
Ever since Corleone fell into coma, in order to take advantage of this gap to fight for power, Randyll Tarly's attitude towards work completely exceeded Varys' expectations.
He got up before dawn every day. First, he summoned the golden-robed officers to inquire about the patrol deployment one by one, then reviewed the seizure list of Black Hand Mafia industry. In the afternoon, he also went to inspect various places in person. After returning, he continued to hold meetings and discussions until late at night.
Even... there are specific times for eating and defecating!
Wallis personally saw this Earl chewing bread while correcting documents with a quill during the meal. He did not say a word nonsense during the whole process, and then returned to work wholeheartedly after eating.
However, Randyll Tully's 007 is still very effective. These days, they have launched a series of actions against Corleone's forces within the Golden Robe.
First, he replaced all Squad Leader under Bronn who had close contacts with Black Hand Mafia, and then used tax evasion,
On the pretext of colluding with Baratheon's assassins, Corleone's many properties outside Flea Bottom were seized, as well as several firms that provided financial flows for Black Hand Mafia.
In just a few days, Black Hand Mafia's influence within Jinpaozi dropped sharply, more than 30% of peripheral industries were seized, and the capital chain was also severely hit.
Although the premise of all this is based on the fact that Corleone himself is still lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and no one can come out to take charge of the overall situation.
But it can be said that Randyll Tully only used a few days to tear a hole in the power network that Black Hand Mafia had established in the past year.
Of course, all this would be inseparable from Wallis's cooperation.
His intelligence network accurately marked every node worthy of attack.
From the bribery list within the Golden Robe, to the secret account books of Black Hand Mafia's peripheral industries, as well as the small nobles and businessmen who secretly provide shelter for Corleone.
It is no exaggeration to say that he was the biggest contributor to this operation.
But Wallis now regrets it.
The reason is simple... Randyll Tarly was a killer when he worked.
Working with him is simply more tiring than charging into battle on the battlefield, and you won't be able to breathe for a moment.
Whenever Wallis felt that he had enough work for the day, Earl of Horn Hill would always open the next file, claiming that it was still early, and check a batch of lists again.
It is often late at night at this time, and even the guard dog of the Red Fort is asleep.
Wallis, who had never experienced such a high-intensity work, felt miserable!
At the beginning, although Duke Tywin was also known for being strong and keen on controlling power, he at least knew how to combine work and rest.
Old Lion would taste wine and ride horses at a fixed time every day, and occasionally find two women to go to his bedroom to relax.
But Randyll Tarly was different.
This guy's attitude towards power is like a man who just came out of the desert and suddenly found a well and drank desperately, for fear that the well water would dry up in the next second!
And for so many days, Randyll Tully has never been to Silk Street even once. Earl of Horn Hill seems to have completely replaced his desire for women with his passion for work!
But... it's all worth it.
Walking slowly along the stone road, after tiredness, a smile appeared on the corner of Wallis's mouth.
As long as Corleone can be brought down, at least Black Hand Mafia can no longer be able to dominate the world with one hand in King's Landing.
The wind direction on the other side of the Narrow Sea is already changing. The Targaryen girl's dragon is growing day by day, and her army is also expanding rapidly. When Pentos is ready, everything will fall into place.
What he needs to do is to maintain the balance of King's Landing before that and prevent anyone from taking control of the situation prematurely before the end of the game.
The moonlight shines down from the gaps in the clouds, paving the stone road into a silvery white.
Varys raised his head and saw his residence in the distance. It was hiding behind the shadow of the Prime Minister's Tower, like a spider hiding in the cracks of the stone.
But when he walked up the steps, his steps stopped on the threshold.
Wrong!
Why do you feel like you are being watched?
Wallis opened the door carefully, and the light slowly swept through every corner of the room, carefully checking the several small mechanisms he had arranged.
The incense ash on the edge of the floor mat is intact and no one has stepped on it. The cat hair on the inside of the door handle is still stuck in its original position. On the windowsill, the solidified wax still maintains the shape of a drop of water and has not been moved.
Everything is business as usual.
~~~~He may be worrying too much.
Varys breathed a sigh of relief. He had been tortured quite a lot by Randyll Tully in the past few days. It was probably because his nerves were too tight.
I took off my coat and hung it on the hanger, walked into the bathroom, took a bottle of perfume from the shelf and sprinkled a few drops on my lower body.
As a eunuch, he was castrated not voluntarily.
When Varys was a child, a masked sorcerer cut off his trinket with a red-hot dagger and threw it into a brazier.
The whole process has no technical content and can even be considered simple and crude.
It was precisely because the surgeon's skills were immature at the time that the operation left a sequelae that would accompany him throughout his life... incontinence.
In order to cover up the smell of urine that emanated from his body from time to time, Wallis learned to use perfume to cover it up, and he studied the smell of each perfume quite a bit.
After doing all this, he went to the deepest part of the study, opened a certain mechanism and entered a secret room.
There is a large wooden box in the corner. It is very old and the paint on the surface has almost peeled off.
Wallis walked over, bent down, and gently opened the lid of the box completely.
There is a person huddled in the box.
In other words... he was once a human being, but now he is more like an animal kept in a cage.
The man was skinny, with sparse hair, and listless eyes that became extremely frightened the moment he saw Varys.
His wrists and ankles were chained to the box. The chains were very short, so he could only stay in a curled-up position, like a baby back in the mother's body, but this mother's body would never give birth to him...
The mouth opened, revealing the mouth where the tongue had been completely cut off, and he made an indistinct "Ahh" sound.
Varys stood in front of the box, looking down at the crouched humanoid creature, his eyes gentle, and even a kind and compassionate smile on his lips.
"Today... what should we play?"
Hearing him speak, the fear in the man's eyes became even stronger, and he desperately shrank into the corner of the box, trying to stay away from this man.
Varys ignored his fears.
He squatted down and put his hand into his crotch, slowly took out a small porcelain bottle, carefully pulled out the cork, and a faint sweet smell filled the air.
"This is a new one." Wallis' voice was still gentle, holding the small porcelain bottle in his hand and slowly approaching the box.
The firelight danced on his face, and an almost joyful light flashed in his eyes. "You thought the bottle was too strong last time. Remember, you rolled on the ground for a full two-quarters of an hour."
"This time I asked the pharmacist to add more honey and poppy milk. It's sweet, but it will have more staying power."
"Good pain shouldn't come too fast, it should seep in slowly bit by bit, like boiling a frog in warm water. By the time you feel it's hot, you won't be able to jump out anymore!"
When he spoke, his tone was brisk, but what was revealed between the lines made the people in the box tremble violently, and the chains rattled.
Wallis stretched out his hand and pointed the mouth of the porcelain bottle at his bare head, but at this moment, the man huddled in the box suddenly stopped shaking.
His wide eyes crossed Varys's shoulder, staring straight in the direction behind him, and he let out an inarticulate hoarse growl.
At the same time, Wallis' whole body was trembling, and the hairs on his hair stood on end.
He turned around suddenly, but before he could see anything clearly, his vision went dark and he fainted.
Before closing his eyes, Wallis could only vaguely see a pair of familiar gray eyes, smiling at him.
When I woke up again, it was already a completely unfamiliar place.
There was still a dull pain in the back of my head, and my hands were tied with something rough, as were my ankles, which caused a dull pain in my skin.
Varys didn't panic.
He quickly calmed down and began to sort out the current situation in his mind.
Slowly move your body so that your back is leaning against the rough wall.
There was something familiar in the air... like the smell of disinfectant.
"Is anyone here?" he called calmly.
The voice spread alone in the darkness, but no one answered.
"Since you have spent so much effort to invite me here, you must have something to say.
Wallis' voice remained steady. "We can talk about anything, whether it's money or anything else, I can agree."
But after a while, there was still no answer.
Varys sat against the wall, adjusting his breathing rhythm to keep himself awake, his mind running rapidly, going through the list of possible opponents.
But at this moment, a fire suddenly lit up in the darkness. Wallis could raise his eyes and lower his head to avoid the sudden bright light.
When he adjusted to the light and looked up again, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Under the firelight, a figure sat on a chair not far away.
The black robe hung down to the ground, and the entire face was almost completely hidden in the shadow cast by the firelight, and no facial features could be seen.
Only those dark eyes absorbed all the light and were watching him calmly.
"Welcome... to be Black Hand Mafia's guest, Lord Varys."