"Lord Corleone..." Rorge just opened his mouth and was about to say it all, but was interrupted by a burst of wild cheers.
The crowd was instantly excited, and all attention was drawn to the entrance of the beast pit.
Corleone raised a hand to signal him to shut up, and looked down calmly.
"Let's watch the game first."
Although he was also curious about what Rorge's trump card was, the environment here was too noisy and obviously not suitable for discussing important secrets.
After getting Corleone's approval, Rorge was temporarily relieved and sat down beside him honestly, his posture much calmer.
Under the gaze of countless fanatical eyes, a fat man walked out from the side of Arena.
He only wore a piece of brown hard leather armor on his upper body, and his thick arms were exposed.
The most eye-catching thing is that the leather apron on the chest is spattered with black blood. In this outfit, he looks like a Butcher.
"Bode."
Seeing him appear on the stage, Rorge immediately approached Corleone with a very eye-catching look. While applauding with him, he introduced, "This guy used to be a really honest Butcher. He made a living by slaughtering livestock for noble gentlemen. He was good at his craftsmanship and also saved a lot of money."
"But later, one day he came home and found his wife having an affair with a male prostitute on Silk Street."
"So he killed his wife?"
Corleone raised his eyelids slightly, and his tone was calm.
In Westeros, this kind of story is not new, and is even a bit cliché.
"Yes."
Rorge smacked his lips. "Actually, he didn't want to do anything at first. He just wanted to drive away the pretty boy, but his wife was determined to run away with that guy. No matter how Bode knelt down and begged her, the woman wouldn't let go."
"Not only that, she also took out Bode's half-life savings from the business in front of him, planning to use the money to fly away with her lover."
"Stupid."
Corleone gave this evaluation.
Women can never really understand that their own strength is always at an absolute disadvantage in front of men. Maybe men will choose to tolerate their little tempers and even let them be beaten and scolded.
But when she really offends a man, the woman will have no power to fight back if the other person takes serious action.
"You are right, Lord Corleone."
Hearing his comments, Rorge echoed, "In a fit of rage, Bode killed the couple with a cow-killing knife."
"Then, he sold the materials to a stall owner operating Brown Soup in Flea Bottom."
There was even a hint of appreciation in his tone. "It is said that the first bowl of Brown Soup cooked in that pot was bought by Bode himself and drank it in one sip in front of all the diners."
"Very cheap, a big bowl, only two Copper Penny."
Hearing this, Corleone raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced sideways at Rorge: "How do you know so clearly?"
Rorge Heheyile: "This matter caused a big fuss in Flea Bottom at first, and Golden Robe wanted to sentence him to hanging according to the law."
"I paid fifty Gold Dragon to save him."
"Later, he had no place to go, so he worked here at Arena. I have to say that this guy is very good at fighting. At the beginning, apart from "Fang", Bode made the most money among my subordinates."
Speaking of this, Rorge suddenly paused.
Because he remembered in time that "Fang" died under the masterpiece of the man in front of him.
He quickly stopped talking and glanced at Corleone with some anxiety.
In response to this, Corleone waved his hand and said it didn't matter. His mind was not so narrow-minded that he could not mention a dead person.
But he raised another question.
"Since you were able to buy the golden robe with money to protect Bode, how could you later be sentenced to death?"
As soon as these words came out, Rorge suddenly showed a twisted smile that was mixed with resentment and self-deprecation.
"Haha... I capsized in the gutter and was betrayed by my subordinates."
"Those guys thought I didn't share enough money and blocked their way. The leader is Ralf. Speaking of which, this kid's life was originally mine... why are you talking about this? It's all in the past."
He shook his huge head. "But the most important thing is that the golden robe was changed to Commander."
"The former Commander in the golden robe was called Genos Slynt. That guy was very evil-minded and greedy, but as long as the money was in place, he would say anything."
"It's just that later he was accused of corruption, stripped off his robes, put on Black Cloak, and went north. The person who succeeded him, Jacelyn Bywater, was a stubborn die-hard who only recognized his chivalry and king's laws, not Gold Dragon at all."
Suddenly, Rorge's tone became gloating again. "But fortunately, I heard that the boy was blown to pieces by wildfire in Battle of the Blackwater Rush. He really deserved it, haha!"
After hearing what he said, Corleone nodded to express his understanding.
In just over a year, the power of King's Land has changed, and personnel have been ups and downs, affecting every corner.
People like Rorge or Ralf, although they are considered to be among the top figures in Flea Bottom, are as inconspicuous as a speck of dust in front of the real people in power. They may not even have the right to be known by their names until the day they die.
"Since you know this Bode so well."
Tapping his knuckles on his knees, Corleone turned his head to look at Rorge and asked in a calm tone, "So, what do you think our chances of winning this bet are?"
Rorge heard this and immediately opened his mouth, showing an absolutely confident smile.
"We will definitely win, Lord Corleone!"
He said categorically, "What I suggest you should consider now is that if Ralf that damn cripple wants to default on his debt after losing, how should we break his other leg too!"
Seeing him look so confident, Corleone also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a meaningful arc.
Winning this game is just the first step of his plan.
As an outsider with no family or background, all he can rely on is his own mind and his money-hungry Golden Hand finger.
And James...
The friendship between them is indeed good, but it is impossible for him to ask for more from James.
Corleone knows very well that friends need equality of status and identity in order to maintain it. If one of them is always giving infinitely, then sooner or later this friendship will be exhausted.
Although in the eyes of those big shots, this flea nest is smelly and dirty, they would like to cut it off and throw it away like a piece of rotten meat.
But in Corleone's view, this is the cornerstone for him to gain a foothold in King's Landing and even build his own huge empire step by step!
Squinting his eyes slightly, he looked past the frantic crowd to the other side of the venue.
Under the gaze of everyone, the host Arena used all his strength to lengthen his voice and introduced loudly, "Next... the one who comes on stage is an absolutely new face!"
"From across the narrow sea..."
"--Yego!!!"