"I'm not an adult."
If faced with others, Varys would probably answer like this.
But at this moment, tied to the cold stone wall, facing the person sitting on the chair a few steps away, he really couldn't mobilize many humorous bacteria in his body.
"Are you... are you awake? Master Corleone?"
Wallis tried his best to put on his usual smile and make his tone sound happier, but his throat was inevitably dry.
"This is really a good thing!"
"Seven Gods bless you, the Royal Council has been leaderless these past few days. Everyone has been extremely busy. Lord Randyll Tarly has not slept for several days. Now that he is fine, everyone can breathe a sigh of relief with you back to take charge of the overall situation.
When he said this, he lowered his eyes respectfully to Corleone's knees and did not dare to look up.
After all, Wallis knows very well that staying humble is the best cover in front of people who are stronger than you, not to mention that he really feels a little guilty now.
"Do you think I'm some kind of idiot?"
Corleone rarely interrupts others impatiently, but at this time he really couldn't help it.
"Or are you a fool yourself, Octopus Spider?"
As soon as these words came out, the smile on Wallis's face suddenly froze, and his mind started spinning rapidly.
He is not sure when Corleone woke up, nor does he know how much information the other party has. However, based on his current situation, he may have to speculate in the worst direction.
"Everything I did was simply following Lord Randyll Tarly's orders."
Knowing that he could no longer deny it, Wallis decided to sell his teammates first.
After all, the most important thing now is not to consider Randyll Tarly, but whether he can get out of this dungeon alive.
He lowered his eyes and said in a low and sincere voice, "As the intelligence chief, I cannot refuse the Minister of Justice's request. Please understand."
"Heh.
Hearing this, Corleone sneered, then slowly stood up from the chair.
The firelight illuminated half of his face, while the other half was still hidden in darkness. He took a step forward and calmly recited a series of names.
"Golden Fleece" casino, Silver Anchor "tavern, Black Pearl" brothel, Three Barrels "warehouse, Old Quay" warehouse."
"I spent nearly half a year on the outskirts of Flea Bottom to negotiate these businesses one by one. Each business has a legal business license and tax records."
"And on the list you provided Randyll Tarly, each of these industries is present, and you have thoughtfully assigned different crimes to them."
As Corleone continued to read, Wallis' fat face became paler and paler, but fortunately there was no light and it was almost impossible to see it.
After all, every industry that was seized was accurately targeted by Randyll Tully because of his intelligence.
"I never knew you were such a dedicated intelligence officer, Varys."
Corleone paused for a moment and showed an extremely sarcastic smile, "If Tywin Lannister wakes up, I guarantee that he will be moved to tears."
Hearing this, the smile on Wallis's face became a little embarrassed.
Of course he knows what Corleone refers to.
When Baelor Great Sept exploded, he knew Cersei's plan earlier than anyone else in King's Landing.
The little birds had already smelled unusual noises before Wildfire was transported into Sept. He had every opportunity to warn Tywin, but always chose to remain silent.
"I'm just thinking about the Seven Kingdoms, sir."
Varys raised his head and tried to keep his emotions calm. "Lord Tywin's action of bringing troops into the city was too drastic. He is no longer suitable to be Prime Minister. The chaos in King's Landing at that time was caused by him."
"He brought two thousand Lannister soldiers and turned the entire city into Military Camp, and if he hadn't forced it so hard, Cersei Queen Mother wouldn't have done such an extreme thing."
"But you have to admit, at least in this matter I didn't cause any trouble to Black Hand Mafia."
Wallis's attitude was still humble, and could even be called a low-brow look.
However, Corleone obviously does not accept this trick.
He is very aware of this eight-clawed spider's working methods and personality traits. To a certain extent, Varys is even more insidious than Petyr Baelish, a guy who does one thing in front of others and another behind his back.
After all, as a eunuch, Wallis could not enjoy the fun between men and women, nor could he continue his family lineage.
Then, like all the powerful eunuchs in the history of Corleone, their strongest desire is to pursue power crazily!
If such a person doesn't beat him up and scare him once and for all, he may have to crawl out and bite him in the future.
Fortunately, Corleone once accidentally saw a very effective method for dealing with eunuchs.
"Get him."
Corleone As soon as he finished speaking, Wallis felt his shoulders being suddenly lifted up, and his back hit the stone wall hard.
Only then did he notice that there was someone standing next to him!
Varys turned his head, and by the light of the torch, he saw a face with bronze skin and braids on his head.
It was the bloodrider guard from the Dothraki Sea next to Corleone.
"Although you should know him, I would like to introduce you to Lord Varys."
At this time, the voice of Corleone came from a few steps away. "This is my bloodrider, the Dothraki Yego."
"According to Dothraki tradition, they usually scalped their prey after hunting, or carved marks on the slaves they captured."
"But my blood has been in Westeros for many years, and his craftsmanship is much more sophisticated than that of his compatriots, so he can carve more... fine patterns on other people's bodies."
As he spoke, he stood up from the chair, walked slowly to Wallis, took out a small leather bag from his arms and pulled out the stopper. A strong smell of alcohol immediately filled the air.
He tilted the mouth of the bottle, and the cold liquid poured down, flowing down Wallis's bald forehead and into his eyes, causing burning pain.
Wallis instinctively closed his eyes and gritted his teeth without making a sound.
He had been a eunuch for decades and had experienced even more unbearable tortures than this, but some physical pain could not make him succumb.
"Disinfection is required before surgery. This is basic common sense."
Hearing what Corleone said, Yego spoke up at the right time, "What pattern are you going to carve on this slave's face? The blood of my blood? Sheep? Scimitar?"
His eyes were sincere and honest, as if he was really just discussing a technical issue.
Hearing this, Corleone raised the corners of his mouth slightly and blurted out. "Engrave a word."
Eunuch"."
Eunuch?
As soon as these words came out, Yego's eyes widened in confusion, obviously not knowing what this word meant when engraved on the face of a real eunuch.
"Oh." But he never discounted Corleone's orders. Dothraki Warrior nodded, without saying a word, he pinched Varys's big head, his rough fingers clamped around his temples like iron pliers, and pulled Scimitar out of his waist with his other hand.
The blade is ground so thin that you can almost feel the cold sharpness on your skin.
Wallis's pupils suddenly shrank, and the smile that had always been on his face disappeared at this moment.
He twisted his head desperately to try to break away, and the veins on his forehead popped out. "No!!! You can't do this, Master Corleone!"
"No!!!!"
However, just when Scimitar was about to touch the skin of his forehead, Yego suddenly stopped and turned to look at Corleone, his eyes full of confusion. "That... the blood of my blood."
"I don't know the words."
As soon as these words came out, the dungeon was quiet for a moment.
Wallis's head was held by Yego, and he was still breathing heavily. His bare forehead was wet with alcohol and felt cold.
What a risk!
Corleone looked at his bloodrider guard, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, looking a little helpless.
Being uneducated is terrible.
But it was normal for Yego. After all, the last time this guy dug out the heart of High Sparrow Deputy in front of him, and then said confidently, "Didn't you say you wanted to kill someone to get rid of the heart?"
After a few seconds of silence, Corleone raised his hand and patted Yego's shoulder gently. "I told you to learn some cultural knowledge.
Do you now know that it is shameful to be illiterate?"
Yego frowned, his innocent and pure eyes looking particularly confused under the firelight.
"What is shameful"?"
... It doesn't matter."
Corleone almost had his blood pressure rise. He quickly took a deep breath and shook his head helplessly. "I'll teach you."
So, in this cold and damp dungeon, Acting Hand of the King, Flea Bottom Godfather, Black Hand Mafia leader Vito·Corleone, pulled out the dagger from his waist, squatted on the ground and carved a word on the stone floor with the tip of the knife.
Dothraki Warrior Yego also squatted down, Scimitar was on the ground and looked at the crooked letters on the stone slab seriously.
His expression was like that of a Dornish man who had never seen snow before and was suddenly thrown into the North where winter was approaching.
"The word is 'eunuch'."
"Here, use your fingers to sign again."
Corleone taught patiently like a kindergarten teacher, instructing Yego's thick fingers to trace the letters.
"Wrong."
"It's not the eunuch", it's the eunuch!"
"The letter is written like this, and it has a hook on it!"
Hearing Corleone call, Yego looked at his fingers and frowned, as if he didn't understand the difference between one more hook and one less hook.
Aren't they all the same?
Back in the tribe, this was how Dothraki women painted horse mane.
Corleone had no choice but to hold Yego's finger and press the tip of the knife to the top of the letters again like teaching a child to write.
"That's not it, the hook is on top!"
"Got it, my blood's blood."
"No, I said that letter needs a tail!"
"I know."
"You know shit!"
Seeing Yego holding Scimitar and carving out the thing crookedly on the stone slab, Corleone remained silent, and then couldn't help but rub the center of his eyebrows hard.
"I was wrong, Yego, you are simply too stupid...
"Give up, you will never learn Westeros writing in your life, go and call Rorge over."
"No, I must learn it!"
However, facing Corleone's encouragement to learn, Yego's competitive spirit seemed to be aroused at this time, and he firmly stated that he would definitely be able to learn.
And Corleone could only continue to teach patiently, but the more he taught, the higher his blood pressure became.
He finally understood those parents in his previous life who helped their children with their homework.
Corleone swears to the Seven Gods... Even when his soul left his body and faced the King of Light before, he had never felt so tired!
Finally, before Corleone was about to completely lose his patience, Yego finally wrote the word "eunuch" crookedly on the ground with Scimitar.
The letters were different sizes and crooked, but they formed the word.
After looking down for a long time, Corleone suddenly felt very relieved.
Finally free!!!
"Huh~
He breathed a long sigh of relief, straightened up, looked at Yego, and said, "Okay, just carve it on his face like this."
Hearing this, Yego grinned excitedly, Scimitar turned half a circle between his fingers, and showed a ferocious smile to Varys: "Westeros is so damn difficult!"
"I can't guarantee that it will be successful the first time. I'm afraid I'll have to do it all over again."
"Anyway, your face is big enough for me to practice several times."
As soon as these words came out, Wallis finally collapsed.
Unable to control his urination, he became incontinent on the spot and looked at the crooked "eunuch" on the ground, as if that word had been engraved on his face.
No!
It's absolutely impossible for him to live with this thing for the rest of his life!
"Stop, stop!!!"
However, in the face of his shouts, Yego did not stop, and the tip of the knife continued to move forward.
"I said stop, you damn Dothraki barbarian!"
Wallis immediately roared hysterically, pressed his body against the wall, and shouted at Corleone, "You can do anything you want me to do, and I will cooperate with you, Lord Corleone, but please tell your men to stop!"
As soon as he said this, Corleone raised his arm, and Yego's Scimitar almost hovered at the two fingers in front of Wallis's forehead.
"I only treat my friends sincerely, but it's a pity that you don't respect my friendship, and Black Hand Mafia."
Hearing this, Wallis's lips couldn't help trembling, and he shouted in tears, "I can! I can also talk, and I can also love Black Hand Mafia!"
"Really, please believe me, please believe me!"
About a quarter of an hour later, Corleone personally escorted Wallis out of the door.
The intelligence chief had put on a clean robe, but his expression still showed lingering fear.
Stopping on the steps outside House of Order, Corleone turned around, faced Wallis and stretched out his right hand, as if a businessman who had just finished negotiating a business was expressing due courtesy to his partners.
"It's a pleasure to work with you, Lord Varys."
Varys hesitated for a moment, then took it.
"I would never impose friendship on someone who thinks I am insignificant."
Corleone looked into Wallis's eyes and said naturally, "But what I want to say is that your cooperation is very important to me and Black Hand Mafia."
"For this reason, I have prepared a gift for you."
As he spoke, he waved to the darkness behind him.
"How can I accept your gift?"
Wallis subconsciously took out a handkerchief and wiped his bare forehead.
"I have caused you a lot of inconvenience before. It is my honor to work for you. If I take your things again, am I still a human being?"
"Let's take a look first and then talk."
However, Corleone just waved his hand, and two Black Hand Mafia members walked out of the darkness carrying a large wooden box.
Corleone raised his chin and motioned for them to open it.
The moment the lid of the box was opened, Wallis saw a skinny man curled up in the box, which was the "toy" he had hidden in the secret room.
He originally planned to ask Corleone, but he didn't ask after all. After all, this kind of request was too inappropriate.
"Although you continue to maintain his vital signs, he has multiple infections due to torture. If not treated in time, he will die soon."
Corleone patted his shoulder. "I have treated the wound. According to the current progress, he can live for at least ten years. You can torture him as much as you want."
After hearing this, Wallis squatted in front of the box, and then noticed that the man's wrist was wrapped with new white gauze. Traces of sutures could be faintly seen on the edge of the gauze. The stitches were fine and neat, making him look very professional.
Not only that, all the scars left by the old abuse on the other party's body were carefully debrided and re-bandaged with medicine.
For a moment, he felt a little unspeakably moved.
"As I said, I am never stingy with my friends, Lord Varys."
Corleone did not deliberately emphasize his contribution, but just said to him as a matter of course, "I believe in friendship, and I am willing to express my friendship first."
"I would be very grateful if you could abide by our agreement."
"But if you still choose to betray me at a critical moment, don't doubt that my friends and I will make you regret it for the rest of your life."
As he spoke, he paused slightly, then took half a step forward to close the distance between him and Wallis, and said in a low voice. The words he said sent shivers down Wallis' spine.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing across the Narrow Sea."
"The boy... Aegon Targaryen."