What the hell?
Do you have witnesses too?
Randyll Tarly looked confused.
I even admitted that I took Wallis's word for it. Corleone is crazy. Do you want to prove the guilt of his men?
Could it be that being in a coma for a few days damaged your brain?
No, it's impossible.
Randyll Tully shook his head secretly. After all, judging from the series of operations just now, Corleone's brain is not only not broken, but also very useful.
So, who is the "witness" he calls...
A stronger uneasiness surged into his heart, but before he could clear his thoughts, the side door of the banquet hall was pushed open again.
This time, two Black Hand Mafia members came in holding a young man with a bruised nose and swollen face and disheveled clothes.
Behind the man, there was a woman wearing cool clothes with her head lowered.
"Dickon!"
Randyll Tully shouted and rushed forward to help his son, but was stopped by Rorge calmly.
Hearing his father's call, Dickon raised his head, revealing a face that was almost beaten into a pig's head. "Father... Father."
"What did they do to you?!"
Seeing that his son was beaten so badly, Earl of Horn Hill immediately complained to Corleone with great anger, "Seven Gods above, Dickon is the heir of Jiaoling, how can you do this to him!!!"
However, facing his father who was complaining for him, Dickon was not as indignant as he was. Instead, he quickly buried his head in shame without saying a word.
"Everyone."
At this time, Corleone gently clapped his palms, and the crisp sound drew everyone's attention back.
"Unfortunately, today's banquet has come to an end. We may have to hold an impromptu imperial meeting next."
"If you are still not satisfied, please go to Wheel of Order or Ring of Order, where there are more exciting programs."
The guests were all the best among the best, so why couldn't they tell that Corleone was clearing the place and that his arrangement had no meaning, so they quietly and quickly left the banquet hall under the guidance of the waiter.
Soon, only a few core members of the Royal Council and both parties were left in the huge hall.
Randyll Tarly forced himself to calm down.
He knew that Corleone staged such a big battle not just to humiliate his son.
And the purpose of all this is probably tied to the woman who has been silent.
As if to confirm his conjecture, Corleone made a "please" gesture to the woman. "Madam, please tell me what happened to you last night in front of all the adults."
Hearing this, the woman raised her head, revealing a rather pretty face, but her expression looked very aggrieved.
"My name is Ros, adults."
She first saluted the big shots around her, then pointed at Dickon and complained, "I'm doing some odd jobs at the Hummingbird brothel on Silk Street."
This first sentence made Randyll Tarly frown.
Silk Street, brothel, handyman?
The combination of these words made the uneasy premonition in his heart become stronger and stronger.
"Last night, this gentleman..." Ros said, his hands and voice began to tremble, as if recalling some horrible experience that he couldn't bear to look back on. "He led a group of people to drink at Hummingbird from morning to night, and then he was so drunk that he was almost in disgrace, and then...
"What happens next?" Seeing the woman's hesitant look, Randyll Tully asked hurriedly.
"First he took off all his clothes and got naked, then he pulled down the curtains and draped them around himself and ran into the yard to chase the goose. While running, he called me Golden Eagle of Horn Hill! I want to fly higher than a dragon!"
Hearing this, Marga Li in the corner couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Randyll Tarly's face turned completely dark.
"Even if you get drunk and go crazy, you won't beat someone like this!"
"Wait, I'm not done yet."
Under Randyll Tully's questioning, the woman continued, "I happened to be cleaning the backyard at the time. When he saw me, he insisted on doing something...First Night."
"What did you say???" As soon as he said this, Randyll Tully's eyes widened.
No wonder he had such a big reaction.
After all, First Night is a bad custom that has been abolished as early as the reign of Jaehaerys I. Although in some dark corners of this vast continent, some nobles still ignore the law and believe that lords can enjoy this right.
For example, the famous Luce·Bolton and Magic Mountain.
But in the seven the Seven Kingdoms open justice system and the honor code of the nobility, this is one of the most despicable illegal acts that can be nailed to the pillar of shame.
Now, this accusation was openly placed on his son in front of the ministers of the Imperial Council!
"He did it?" Randyll Tarly's voice was hoarse, and he could even feel the blood vessels in his forehead pulsing.
"Did it...
Ros covered his face in time and wiped his tears. "I struggled desperately, but there were too many of them, more than a dozen!"
"I couldn't resist at all, and was dragged to the innermost room on the top floor by his men... Wuwuwu!!
"Idiot!" Hearing this, Randyll Tarly couldn't help shouting anymore.
"Wait..." But then he thought of something again and took a few steps closer to Ros.
"You just said you worked in a brothel?"
"Where the hell did a whore come from First Night!"
"No! Sir!" Ros shook his head. "Although I am not a virgin, I am not a prostitute either. Everyone knows that I only do laundry and cleaning in the backyard and never sell myself. I am just a handyman!"
"But... he...
Hearing this, Randyll Tully gritted his teeth and swallowed the dumb loss, and did not choose to continue to struggle with this issue.
As Earl of Horn Hill, who is known for his fairness and strictness, he is a person who attaches great importance to law and honor. He has always been full of contempt for this kind of forced behavior in his heart, thinking it is the atrocities of the weak.
Then, his eyes fell on the scars on his son's face again.
"So, you still haven't said where his injury came from. Did you inflict it on him when you were struggling?"
He obviously didn't believe that a woman could make a well-trained knight look like this.
Hearing Landao ask this question, Ros seemed to remember it. He raised his sleeves and wiped away his tears and replied quickly, "After... After that, he seemed to be drunk and went crazy. He insisted on climbing to the window sill to pee!"
"Not only that, he also stood on the window sill and shouted down below, saying that this was "irrigating the newly conquered territory"!"
"As a result, he peed on a person passing by below. The person was so angry that he rushed up and beat him up."
"Impossible!" Randyll Tarly immediately grasped the biggest flaw in this narrative and refuted. "Dickon has at least a dozen guards around him, and no one can hurt him under their protection."
He stared at the opponent with sharp eyes and pressed forward step by step. "Tell me! Who is the person who dares to take action?!"
Facing this series of questioning, Ros seemed to be forced into a desperate situation and blurted out a name that stunned everyone present. "It's... Prince Oberyn Martell."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present fell silent for a while, and even Randyll Tarly didn't know what to say.
Oberyn·Martell..
If it was really him, then everything would make sense.
After all, everyone knows the character of the Prince of Dorne, and hanging around in brothels all day is just routine. It is said that he happened to be on Silk Street when he was assassinated.
Moreover, given the opponent's strength, and the fact that he always brought a large group of guards with him after he was assassinated, it would be extremely easy to beat Dickon up.
But in this case, things are really not easy to handle.
Even if Dickon was tortured by Corleone's men, he felt better than he did now.
But the bad thing is that the attacker was Oberyn Martell, and it was Dickon who provoked him first when he was drunk. Even if he wanted to find a legitimate reason to fight back, he couldn't.
Using power to suppress others... He is the only younger brother of the Prince of Dorne, and he attends the royal meetings on behalf of Doran, but due to his out-of-touch personality, he rarely comes to attend meetings in person.
Discussing the law and reasoning...
Damn, don't mention it.
Looking at his unfulfilled son, Randyll Tully knew that most of what the woman said was true, and he could only sigh quietly when he saw that the other person had his head lowered and remained silent.
"My lords."
After a brief silence, Randyll Tully took a deep breath and cleared his throat. His eyes slowly swept across the members of the Royal Council present, and finally landed on Ros.
"As his father, I feel very sad for Dickon's ridiculous behavior last night, because this is definitely not what a qualified Earl heir should do."
"But an apology is an apology, and the law is a law."
As he spoke, he suddenly changed, pointed at Ros and said sharply, "This woman kept accusing Dickon of violating her, and used "First Night" which has long been abolished by the Seven Kingdoms law."
"But there are inconsistencies in her testimony that cannot be explained at all."
"She works in a brothel!"
Randyll Tully raised his voice and pointed out unceremoniously. "No matter how she defended herself as doing odd jobs or doing laundry, it is an indisputable fact that she was in such a filthy place."
"A woman who spends all her time with prostitutes is no different from a prostitute. Can this also be considered "rape"?"
His words were quite explicit and cruel, but they accurately hit the deep-rooted class prejudice in the hearts of many nobles present.
After all, in everyone's eyes, a woman of Ros's background would sell everything for her body, and she has no right to accuse others of rape.
Even Ros himself did not raise any objection to this, as if all this was taken for granted.
However, just when Randyll Tully thought he had secured his position, Corleone, who had been watching with cold eyes, suddenly sighed softly.
"Foolishness."
His tone was a little cold, and he slowly stood up from his seat and faced Randyll Tully.
"The logic of Lord Tully's defense sounds impeccable. A woman working in a brothel, her character and the pain she suffered should be completely negated because of the environment she was in."
"For thousands of years, those in power have used this logic to define the suffering of the people at the bottom as their own original sin of not being decent."
"When a woman is forced, the fault is not with the perpetrator, but with "why she was there"!"
He withdrew his gaze and looked again at Randyll Tully, whose face turned pale, and his tone became sharper.
"The guilt or innocence of Dickon Tully Ser should depend on what he did, not on whether the victim was embroidering in a castle or doing laundry in a brothel!"
As soon as these words came out, Randyll Tully sneered in disdain.
He didn't believe Corleone's high-sounding rhetoric at all, he just thought that the other party was messing around in order to gain leverage over him.
"What we are talking about now is the honor of a Earl heir. Dickon is my only son. He will become Earl of Horn Hill in the future and make greater contributions to the Seven Kingdoms, Lord Corleone."
"Are you, as the Prime Minister, going to lose the support of the entire Jiao Ling because of a prostitute?"
"Very well, Lord Tully!" However, Landao's semi-threatening remarks failed to make Corleone flinch at all. Instead, his tone became more severe.
"Since you want to talk to me about the dignity of the nobility, then I will come and have a good chat with you...the Seven Kingdoms's future!"
Speaking of this, Corleone changed the topic and said seriously to all the adults in the Royal Council: "This matter is not just as simple as Dickon Tarly's alleged rape, because it involves His Royal Highness Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne!"
"Last night, shortly after Bronn Commander brought Dickon Ser back to House of Order, Prince Oberyn found me personally.
His Royal Highness's attitude is very clear."
"I don't care if that little Tully brat was drunk. I could make a joke out of him peeing on me, but he forced himself on a woman under my nose. This is an insult to Dorn!"--These are the exact words of Prince Oberyn."
As he spoke, Corleone looked directly at Randyll Tully and said word for word, "His Royal Highness demands that this rapist be severely punished, and stated that if Dickon Ser chooses to escape his guilt through trial by combat, then he will personally act as Ros's acting knight!"
What!!!
As soon as these words came out, Randyll Tully's face became extremely gloomy.
That damn lunatic!
Feelings of restlessness and restlessness slowly surged into Landao's heart.
After being rushed to the doctor in a hurry, Randyll Tully suddenly turned his head and looked at Queen Marga li·Tyrell who had been sitting at the side with a perfect posture.
"What do you think about this matter, Queen Your Majesty."
Although the words were spoken to Marga Rei, they actually pinned their hopes on the relationship between the Tyrell family and the lords and vassals of Horn Hill, and wanted Olenna to mediate for the sake of the alliance.
Hearing this, Marga Li frowned slightly, seeming a little hesitant.
However, Olenna beside her sighed thoughtfully, "Oh... men... can't always control their belts."
"But now that something has been done, you have to take responsibility for the mistakes you made, right?"
""This is like when I gave birth to Mace. Although he was fat and stupid when he was born and cried like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, I still used my own breast milk to raise him and didn't throw him into the Mander River."
"Because it was born from me and I have to take responsibility."
There was not a single curse word in the old woman's words, but every word seemed to slap Randyll Tarly in the face.
Backstab!
A complete backstab!
An indescribable grief, anger and humiliation surged into his heart. At this moment, he even felt a strange empathy for Walder Frey, who was far away in Lihe City and was spurned by the entire the North.
No wonder that old guy rebelled!
Damn old bitch!
You know, the old woman was the first to propose the plan for Black Hand Mafia. Now that her attitude has changed so quickly, how much benefit has Corleone given her?
Randyll Tarly cursed crazily in his mind, but outwardly he suppressed his anger.
Since there is no way to avoid guilt, then we should settle for the next best thing.
No matter what, Dickon cannot be left in the hands of Corleone and that red viper!
Randyll Tully took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Since both parties insist on their own opinions and involve such serious accusations, this matter will be subject to an open and fair trial in accordance with the laws of the Seven Kingdoms."
"Dickon Tarly, as a suspect, should be placed in the custody of the City Watch."
"It just so happens that before I came to House of Order, someone had already sent someone to notify Jinpaozi. They should be waiting downstairs now."
"I propose that Dicken Ser be handed over to the Golden Robe first. After the imperial meeting ends today, the Minister of Justice...
That is, I will personally supervise the trial of this case."
This statement is reasonable and reasonable, and there is nothing wrong with the procedure.
But in people's eyes, this Earl of Horn Hill was so shameless in order to save his son.
Who doesn't know that almost all important positions in Jinpaozi are under his control now, and... I'm personally interrogating my son, how dare you dare to bring it up!
You think you're Eddard Stark?
However, before he finished speaking, Corleone slowly shook his head.
"Lord Tarly, this is the next topic we need to discuss."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands gently.
The side door of the banquet hall was pushed open again, and two expressionless Black Hand Mafia elites walked in, holding a heavy large bag in their hands, with dark red stains oozing from the bottom of the bag.
Walking to the center of the hall, two Black Hand Mafia members roughly turned over their pockets in full view of everyone.
Wow~~~~
A pile of bloody "things" was dumped on the smooth stone floor of the hall and rolled everywhere.
Fingers, ears, and even a few bloodshot... eyeballs!