The sound of heavy footsteps was accompanied by the collision of metal armor, and the golden robes roughly pushed the crowd aside to clear a passage.
Squad Leader Swen·Rosby pressed the hilt of his sword and walked in with a touch of arrogance on his face.
His eyes passed over the noisy crowd, and he seemed to have glanced at Ralf inadvertently. After getting the look in his eyes, he finally settled on Rorge.
"Ralf! You dirty repellent, you fucking broke the rules!"
The moment Jinpaozi broke in, Rorge jumped up and yelled, "Have I ever taught you that no matter how big the Flea Bottom thing is, you shouldn't ask Jinpaozi to intervene!"
"Have your brains been eaten away by the rats in the stinking ditch? I really should have left you in the ditch..."
Bang!
He kept yelling and cursing, but two golden robes rushed forward. One hit him on the back of his knee with the Hammer to force him to kneel down, and the other hit Rorge in the mouth with a spear.
Corleone watched on the sidelines and couldn't help but sigh.
So professional!
Kick his legs first to prevent him from escaping, and then slap his mouth to prevent him from talking nonsense. The whole set of movements is smooth and smooth, and the coordination is not unsmooth.
At this time, Swen Rossby walked forward leisurely, held his shiny boots in front of Rorge, and mocked condescendingly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk...Rorge~~~~Rorge."
"A scum like you has the grace of the Seven Gods to crawl back to King's Landing, yet you dare to show up here so brazenly!"
"How stupid!"
"Bah!" Even though his face was swollen, Rorge still struggled to raise his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Huh...Swen Rossby?"
"I haven't seen each other for more than a year, and we are doing well. We are already Squad Leader. I still remember that I didn't know who it was at the "Sow's Sigh" casino. I lost so much that I lost my pants. In the end, I even threw my sword in. Later, I knelt down in front of me crying and begged me to lend him one hundred Gold Dragon..."
Bang!!!
Before he finished speaking, the furious Swen kicked him in the face again.
Fortunately, Rorge has no nose, otherwise my nose would really be sore right now.
"Shut up!"
Obviously, Rorge's words hit Swen's pain point accurately. He first pulled out half of his sword, but then remembered that people around him were too talkative to kill directly, so he had to insert it back angrily.
"The damn fugitive still dares to talk nonsense!"
He straightened his back and pointed at Corleone standing aside. "Lock up this fugitive and his accomplices and escort them back to the dungeon!"
Under the command of Swen, several golden robes immediately approached Corleone.
At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps not far away.
Swen looked back in confusion, only to see a figure like an eagle leaping high. The moment it fell, he kicked the side of a gold-robed man with his right foot, and then hit another gold-robed man in the face with his left elbow.
Bang! Bang!
There were two muffled sounds, crisp and clear, and the two men in gold robes who tried to approach Corleone immediately fell to the ground.
The whole process only took a breath, and before anyone could react, they saw the slender and strong Dothraki Warrior, who had drawn his weapon to protect him in front of Corleone.
He was like a mastiff protecting his master, bowing slightly and staring at Swen in front of him with a pair of sharp eyes.
"Are you going to kill them? The blood of my blood."
Yego tilted his head slightly and asked angrily, seemingly not taking these dozen golden robes seriously.
Such powerful force and appearance immediately shocked everyone present.
Swen, who was still arrogant just now, couldn't help but touch the hilt of the sword at his waist, but his obviously trembling arms betrayed his inner fear.
"Put away your weapons, my blood's blood."
In this tense atmosphere, Corleone calmly spoke.
His voice was not loud, but it happened to be very clearly audible in the silence.
Turning to look at Swen, he used his left hand to lightly dust the shoulder that had been touched by the golden robe just now, as if it was just a little bit of dust.
"I have always believed that violence cannot solve the root causes of conflicts, and legal issues should be resolved within the framework of the law."
"Am I right, Captain Robis?"
This unusually calm attitude actually stunned Swen, who was about to order his men to swarm him.
The calmness of the other party and the aura faintly revealed in his words made Squad Leader, the well-informed man in gold robe, a little uncertain for a moment.
Swen narrowed his eyes, released his right hand from the hilt of the sword, and carefully looked up and down at Corleone.
His clothes are very simple and his appearance is ordinary, but he has such magnanimity and has such a powerful "guard".
Out of caution, he restrained the arrogant expression on his face and cautiously asked, "Your Excellency... what do you call me? Do you have a title?"
This kind of behavior of asking each other's background and origins face to face may have seemed very offensive in Corleone's previous life, but in Westeros, this is perfectly normal.
Generally speaking, nobles have their own set of procedures for doing things. Asking about the family and surname in advance can distinguish the nobles from the common people, and the attitude and results of handling things will naturally be different.
To put it simply, it means treating people rather than things.
"My name, Vito·Corleone."
Corleone answered calmly without any hesitation or concealment.
"Corleone?" Swen frowned, quickly searching through all the noble pedigrees and important surnames he knew in his mind, and finally confirmed that this was definitely not any family he knew.
However, he still did not relax his vigilance and continued to ask, "So... are you serving under any lord, or holding an important position in a certain castle?"
"No need to guess, Captain Robis."
Easily seeing through his little thoughts, Corleone said very calmly, "Relax, I don't have a title, I don't hold a position anywhere, and I'm not from any noble family you know."
"Speaking of which, King's Landing is almost a completely unfamiliar place to me. It's my first time here."
This answer seemed to be somewhat beyond Swen's expectations, but before he could react, Ralf beside him couldn't wait to mock him. "Hahaha!!!"
"I thought he was a big shot from somewhere, but he turns out to be a little loser!"
His laughter was very proud, and it seemed particularly harsh in the silent Arena.
Even Swen, after hearing Corleone confess that he had no background at all, was ready to order the arrest again.
However, at this moment, Corleone spoke again.
"But then again."
His right eyelid was slightly raised, and his dark eyes calmly swept over Swen and Ralf. His voice was slightly magnetic. Although he looked a little lazy, no one could ignore the serious temperament on his body.
"Although I don't hold any positions or titles, I do know some people who are above the court."
"Most of them are in high positions, and they all regard me as... a friend."
Saying that, Corleone walked forward.
Facing Swen's flickering eyes, he leaned forward slightly, his voice was very low, with an almost pity tone, as if he was stating a future that was already destined. "Listen, Captain."
"You can arrest me and my people right now, chain me up, and put us in your dark and dirty cell. It's easy. You can do it."
"But I can tell you what happens next."
He paused for a moment to let the other party fully digest his words, and then continued to speak confidently:
"In less than a night, maybe half a night, some big shot... who you definitely don't want to offend will personally kick your little duty room open."
"He won't listen to any explanation from you. He will scold you with the most filthy words in front of all your subordinates."
"Then, you'll be forced to make a choice."
"It's not whether you let me go, it's..."
"Please respectfully ask me out, or your former colleagues will drag you out like a dead dog Gold Cloaks Headquarters!"