"It's a good thing to stay vigilant, but now that I'm here, Red Keep's safety will naturally not be a problem."
Although the other party's attitude was arrogant, Randyll·Tarly didn't want to talk nonsense to Lin En. After saying this, he planned to turn around and leave.
However, just as he opened his legs and walked toward the door, he heard Lin En's voice coming from behind.
"That's hard to say~~~"
"Damn..." Horn Hill Earl stopped immediately, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He counted three times silently in his mind, then forcibly resisted punching Lynn Corbray on his unpunched face, and patiently turned around and asked, "What do you mean, Sir Corbray?"
"It's not interesting." Kingsguard shrugged, his eyes never leaving Randyll's face, and said with a sinister smile.
"It's just that I've heard some unpleasant rumors recently."
"Seriously, Lord Tarly, you have always been known for your strict military management. I don't deny this."
"Horn Hill's soldiers are indeed the Reach's first-class elites. Even the tents they set up camp are much neater than other places. Under your leadership, even King Robert was defeated and fled in the Battle of Censhutan."
Seeing this, Randyll could hardly tell whether these words were a compliment or a sarcasm.
"But...
However, Lin En changed the topic and suddenly became like a person who has been through it before. His tone also had a somewhat educational tone. "King's Landing is not Horn Hill. This city has its own rules."
"Throwing a bunch of soldiers from the countryside like the Reach into King's Landing is like a child seeing a sugar bowl for the first time. He can't control his hands and mouth at all."
"The prostitutes lifting their skirts at the men passing by on Street of Silk, as well as the goods crowded at the dock waiting to be shipped into the city, may bring more huge profits than the income of Horn Hill in a whole year. Who can guarantee that the people below will not reach out?"
As he spoke, Lin En spread his hands. "After all, even Lord Tywin was helpless. When the soldiers of the Lannister family entered the city, didn't they also cause a lot of trouble in this place?"
"Please forgive me for asking, Lord Tarly, are you really sure that the young men from Horn Hill you have brought with you will behave as they did in the Reach after these days in King's Landing?"
After the words fell, Lin En stopped talking. He just tilted his head and looked at Randyll thoughtfully, as if to say, "I am reminding you out of kindness."
Listening to the "reminder" contained in these words, Randyll·Tarly just said coldly and confidently, "Horn Hill is not a rural place. Its prosperity is not inferior to any city-state, Sir Lynn."
"Horn Hill soldiers have grown up with honor and discipline since childhood, and their loyalty cannot be questioned by anyone...
However, just in the middle of his words, a rush of footsteps came from outside the door. Randyll looked and saw his adjutant stumbling in, looking very anxious.
"Something serious has happened, my lord!"
The adjutant didn't even bother to salute Lin En, and rushed straight to Randyll and shouted, "Dickon and his men were captured by Bronn last night!"
"What!"
As soon as these words came out, Randyll·Tarly could no longer maintain his usual stern expression. With his eyes widened, he stepped forward and strangled the deputy's neck with one hand and asked.
"Why was Dickon arrested? Didn't I fucking ask you to send people to follow him all the time?"
"I... I don't know, sir!"
The deputy raised his hands unjustly. "I just got the news that Bronn rushed to Street of Silk with dozens of Black Hand Mafia and arrested Dickon, so I will report to you right away!
Black Hand Mafia?
Damn...Corleone must have done it!
As soon as these words came out, Randyll·Tarly reacted immediately, angrily let go of his deputy and turned his head sharply, his eyes like knives towards the innocent-looking Linn·Corbray.
However, Lin En just still had a smile that didn't deserve a beating, as if to say, "I've warned you a long time ago, haven't I?"
Seeing this, knowing that it was useless to get angry at this time, Randyll finally just swallowed the curse words and gritted his teeth.
"Let's go!"
"Order the people below to assemble and follow me immediately to Flea Bottom!"
House of Order.
Fine oak wood was burning in the fireplace in the banquet hall on the second floor, and the flames warmed the entire room.
The table was filled with sumptuous food, and everyone at the banquet ate very happily.
Queen of Thorns Olenna·Redwyne tightly held the hand of the North Maiden beside her, with a kind smile on her face. She looked even closer than seeing her own granddaughter.
"Look at these hands!"
The old woman gently rubbed Sansa's knuckles with her thumb, and couldn't help but praise, "It's really rare that you can still look so good after working in the laundry alley for so long."
"You know, Highgarden those aristocratic ladies, nine out of ten can't even put on a skirt by themselves, let alone do such heavy work as twisting sheets."
Hearing this, Sansa lowered his head slightly and blushed on his cheeks.
I am used to Olenna's venomous tongue, but now this old woman is actually too gentle, which is really a bit uncomfortable.
"Thank you, madam. I just did what I was expected to do."
"Dear, there are not many people in this world who can do their own things well. I have lived for most of my life and have seen too many people who do a mess at their own things, but think about extra benefits all day long."
Mentioning her mother, Sansa's blue eyes flashed with a trace of fierceness, and then quickly disappeared, and she even shed some tears and said sincerely, "Thank you, madam."
On the other side, Queen Margaery walked up to Corleone with light steps and lifted up her skirt.
"Sir, if you have nothing to do after dinner, how about dancing with me?"
Corleone took a bite of the roasted golden potatoes and looked at the beautifully dressed little rose. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty."
"I'm just a Farmer from Riverlands. Apart from picking apples and slashing people with a sword, I know nothing about dancing."
"And I haven't recovered yet, let alone...
He turned his eyes to Sansa, who was chatting happily with Olenna, and showed a faint smile.
"That's a real pity."
Following his gaze, Margaery was not discouraged after being rejected, nor did he have any intention of persisting.
With a polite smile, Huali held up her skirt and turned around to walk away.
When the elegant rose fragrance wafted in front of him, Rorge didn't even realize what was happening.
"Your Excellency Rorge."
To everyone's surprise, Margaery actually bowed slightly to this humble steward Black Hand Mafia: "I have never had the opportunity to thank you in person."
"Thank you...?" A large expanse of snow-white skin came into view, and Rorge, who was still in a dazed state, almost lost control and his eyes went straight.
Well... it's not just about the eyes.
"Of course."
Margaery straightened up, with a sincere smile on his face, "A few months ago in the Pickled Pork Street, if you hadn't arrived in time, I would have met with something unexpected."
"The situation was so chaotic that I never had the opportunity to express my gratitude to you in person."
As soon as these words came out, Rorge's dark cheeks turned slightly red.
This is true. The queen was indeed surrounded by a "mob" at that time, and it was indeed him who rushed in and rescued them.
But that was all arranged in advance.
"That's what I should do, Your Majesty."
He coughed twice and seemed a little at a loss in front of the beautiful queen.
If I had known earlier, I should have felt more when I rescued her...
However, at this moment, Margaery straightened up at the right time, smiled at Rorge, and then returned to his seat with graceful steps and brisk steps.
The whole process went smoothly without any trace of nostalgia. Only Rorge was left standing there feeling lost.
Obviously, this kid was almost stunned.
As time went by, the banquet gradually reached its climax, and everyone was chatting happily, as if the previous cleaning operation against Black Hand Mafia jointly launched by House Tyrell and Randyll·Tarly had never happened.
"Speaking of swordsmanship!"
At this time, a high-pitched voice sounded, and Rui Frey·Earl Lych stood up with a red face, looking much more heroic than usual.
Anyone would be tempted to drink two jugs of Dorne liquor, not to mention that this guy's liquor is not that good in the first place.
"I'm not bragging. When "Mad King" was kidnapped by Dennis Duckling, it was me and Ser Barristan Selmy who worked together at Duskendale to rescue him!"
"I hacked to death five... ten... thirty knights of the Darklin family by myself, from Brown Castle to the city gate, back and forth all night, without even taking a look!"
"Bragging!"
"Everyone knows that Ser Barristan Selmy single-handedly broke into Duskendale and rescued Mad King. You just dragged him up with a rope on the city wall!"
"You fart!"
Seeing that some people didn't believe it, Rui Frey suddenly stood up under the influence of alcohol and grabbed the sword leaning on the back of the chair.
Rub!!
The long sword was unsheathed, and the blade glowed coldly in the candlelight.
Several waiters hurriedly backed away with bottles of wine, fearing that they would be accidentally injured by the old Earl whose wine quality was extremely poor.
"If you don't believe it, just watch it, you ignorant guys!"
His eyes instantly became sharp, and he held the sword in both hands in a handsome starting position.
This guy... looks like he has some skills!
Seeing Rui Frey's extremely skillful movements, even Bronn not far away stopped looking at him and sat upright.
"This... is the authentic Duskendale cross cut, drink it!!!"
Poof!
However, before he finished his action, he staggered, and the sword blade brushed against the forehead of a certain eunuch not far away.
Fortunately, Varys has a bald head, otherwise he would have had to straighten his head.
But before Varys even had time to react, Rui Frey's out-of-control body bumped into his pretty face unceremoniously, almost riding Varys and falling heavily to the ground.
Plop~~~
Not only that, after being thrown down like this, Rui Frey, who was already drunk, immediately vomited loudly, and the strong smell of alcohol and sour odor poured all over Varys's big head.
This extremely funny scene immediately caused everyone present to burst into laughter. Bronn, who was just about to experience the swordsmanship of Rui Frey, rolled his eyes and walked forward, lifting old Earl up to prevent him from drowning in his own vomit.
"Take Earl Lych to wash your face."
At this time, Corleone not far away also noticed this scene and gestured to Bronn.
After the two left, he ordered Rorge, who was responsible for maintaining order, to step forward and help Varys up.
"I'm sorry, Master Varys, Rui Frey Earl He's drunk." Rorge covered his nose with one hand in disgust... even though he has no nose.
"If you've had too much to drink, get out of here. You're still waiting to eat!"
Varys, whose head was full of vomit, wanted to rant like this, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Corleone's dark eyes looking at him, and his heart suddenly froze again.
Could it be that Rui Frey's move was directed by Corleone to specifically warn me?
It's hard for him not to think so. After all, Varys has been walking on thin ice since Corleone whispered that name into his ear in House of Order's dungeon a few days ago.
Obviously he and Illyrio Mopatis work very closely. Even in Pentos, not many people know about their relationship, but what did Corleone discover?
More importantly... how much does he really know?
Do you only know this name?
Or do you know the boy's hidden identity?
Or... he and Illyrio have been planning all the plans for many years?
Varys I don't know.
But this is the scariest place.
Every sleepless night, he repeatedly deduced this problem and analyzed what to do when faced with different situations.
Just yesterday, his son Little Birds flew back from the other side of the Narrow Sea, and the news he brought made Varys feel cold all over.
Meereen In the city, next to Queen Daenerys·Targaryen, the mother of the three dragons, a black hand badge appeared!
What does this mean?
Could it be that Corleone's hand has reached to the other side of the Narrow Sea? Not only does he know the existence of Aegon·Targaryen, he is more likely to have understood the whole situation and is actively planning it!
What to do?
Escape?
This is of course not difficult. Varys has lived in Red Keep for so long. It can be said that no one knows all the secret passages in Red Keep better than him0
As long as he is willing, he can get up and go to the bathroom now, and then the person "Varys" will never appear in Westeros from now on.
But he couldn't bear it.
After more than 20 years of management and patience, he finally relied on the power of Master of Whisperers to plant countless Little Birds children in King's Landing.
Once they leave, sooner or later these forces will be eaten away step by step by Corleone, and then all the arrangements will be in vain.
How long would it take to build it all again elsewhere?
Five years?
Ten years?
They don't have that much time.
The dragon has been hatched, Daenerys·Targaryen has secured its throne in Meereen, and "Aegon·Targaryen" is almost old enough to show its flag.
If he withdraws at this most critical moment, everything he pursues in his life may become a wedding dress for others.
"Sorry, I'm going to wash up."
My mind was racing, but I guessed that Rui Frey's sudden attack had little to do with Corleone.
After all, I have followed all his instructions these days. With Corleone's structure and mind, I will not find fun in such trivial matters.
After thinking clearly, Varys touched his sticky head, bowed to everyone, and prepared to find an excuse to leave.
After all, after being fucked like this, I really have no appetite anymore.
Therefore, he did not go to the side door like Rui Frey, but walked towards the main door.
However, just when Varys was about to touch the door handle, a huge force broke open the door without warning, and there was a hard bang!
Completely unprepared, Master of Whisperers felt his eyes go dark and fell straight to the ground.