Gold Cloaks headquarters, the prison is always dark and damp.
Many prisoners who were arrested but had not yet had time to be tried were locked up together, eating, drinking, and urinating in the prison. The sour taste was comparable to that of Flea Bottom.
However, the cell where Corleone is located is an exception.
Perhaps it was the aura and verbal threats he showed before that played a role, but the room that Sven Rosby arranged for him was relatively clean, and there was even only one "inmate".
This man looked to be in his early twenties, and his clothes were well-made. Although a little messy, he could tell that he was of high quality, and he should be a nobleman who had committed a crime.
However, the existence of this guy was in sharp contrast to the miserable and miserable environment in the prison.
Before Corleone arrived, he not only had a clean cell to himself, but what was even more exaggerated was that when Corleone was imprisoned, this guy was sitting behind a large wooden table enjoying dinner!
In fact, this guy's knives and forks were all made of silver, and he even had a pot of dark wine on hand.
It felt as if he was on vacation.
No, the aroma of meat steak permeated the dirty air, immediately irritating the hungry prisoners in the surrounding cells.
"Damn Gold Cloakss, we need food!"
"Why can he eat meat in prison? We can't even see black bread!"
"We are all prisoners, so the difference in treatment is huge!"
"Food! Food!!"
Soon, the angry prisoners began to bang on the iron bars and cursed loudly.
But the commotion didn't last long.
Several guards rushed in with sticks and beat the leader of the troublemakers roughly, without listening to any of their explanations.
It wasn't until the prisoners shrank back into the corner with their heads in their hands that they left cursing.
The young nobleman seemed to turn a deaf ear to everything that happened outside, and still enjoyed his dinner slowly, completely immersed in his own world.
This kind of calmness is simply incompatible with the desperate atmosphere in the prison.
"What are you looking at, you pariah!"
As if sensing the curious gaze cast by Corleone, he raised his head, his expression full of arrogance and superiority.
He held up a cut steak with a fork as if to show off and waved it in the air twice. "In a place like this, even if your arms are full of Gold Dragon, you can't buy a piece of bread, do you understand?"
"And I... I am Earl Lych's son. The whole Duskendale belongs to my family. Even Commander Gold Cloaks has to give us House Rykker face."
As he spoke, he proudly stuffed the piece of meat into his mouth and chewed it. "My father will be able to get me out by tomorrow morning at most."
"And you low-level people... can only die here, waiting for the judgment of the law!"
Seeing his unscrupulous look, Corleone was a little interested.
In fact, Corleone did not intend to cause trouble. Although he was arrested, he was quite calm inside and had no worries about what happened to him.
After all, with the blessing of [Insight Lv2], he had long seen that that guy Shiwen Rosby was completely greedy, but lacked real courage in his bones.
Not to mention, even Rorge, who was betrayed by his subordinates before and was determined to kill him, has the opportunity to stand trial and even choose to wear black clothes.
He was convinced that his situation was far from desperate.
To put it bluntly, even if Jaime didn't come to find him, even if the other party was determined to sentence him to death, Corleone would still be able to deal with him.
No big deal, Trial by Combat.
With [Fate's Gambit] in hand, even if he faces the worst situation, he is confident that he can be invincible.
The corner of his mouth slowly raised a meaningful arc, Corleone slowly stood up and walked to Lake.
"Just right, I seem a little hungry."
In Lake's confused and even disgusted eyes, Corleone said, "Let's make a bet, Lake."
"Betting?"
Hearing this, Lake glanced up and down with a contemptuous expression. "I see you don't even have one Gold Dragon in total, so what are you betting on me?"
"Don't let appearances fool you, Lake."
Corleone was not angry, but smiled and took out a Gold Dragon from his arms.
"You just vowed that you can't buy a piece of bread here with Gold Dragon. Let's take a bet on whether I can get the same or even better treatment than you in this prison."
"If I did it, then you owe me a favor."
When Lake heard about this bet, he was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed exaggeratedly as if he had heard a big joke.
"Bet! Why not bet?"
He looked at Corleone like he was a madman. "I want to see how you, a pariah who doesn't even have decent clothes, live better than me in this hellish place!"
"I owe you a favor? Ha... I'll wait until you win, but everyone knows that's impossible!"
"Remember your promise."
Seeing that Lake agreed, Corleone also ignored his ridicule and nodded calmly.
After saying that, he walked straight to the iron railing and said confidently to a guard outside:
"I need a meal, just like he does."
He pointed to the things on Lake's table.
"Of course, my lord!"
The frowning guard was stunned by Corleone's sudden request, and then responded with exaggerated enthusiasm, "A prime steak, a pot of Arbor gold wine, I'll get it done right away!"
"Do you need me to go to Street of Silk again and ask some prostitutes to serve you for dinner?"
As soon as these words came out, although the prisoners around him were afraid of the guards, they couldn't help laughing at this moment.
Lake even looked at Corleone like he was an idiot.
Faced with this taunt, Corleone's expression remained unchanged, and he pointed at Lake again. "I don't need it, but my friend may need it."
"Bah!"
Before he finished speaking, the guard spat on the ground with thick phlegm. "Who the hell do you think you are, Lannister?"
"You dare to want to eat and drink women, get out of here!"
The jeers around him became even louder, full of schadenfreude.
However, amidst the harsh ridicule, Corleone remained calm. "I am not Lannister."
"But I do know a Lannister."
"Ha!"
The guard sneered, "Do you know Lannister? I even went to whoring with the king!"
"Hahaha!!"
"Is this kid stupid because of being imprisoned?"
The jeers kept pouring into Corleone's ears.
When they were almost tired from laughing and their voices dropped slightly, Corleone said calmly, "Even the stupidest people are usually smarter than those who only laugh at them."
"What did you say, you brat!!"
The old guard was instantly angered, and the explanation about Captain Sven was forgotten.
He suddenly pulled out the short stick from his waist and walked to the cell door aggressively, intending to teach Corleone a profound lesson.
A group of prisoners started cheering again, waiting for a good show, but just when the old guard was about to touch the cell door, Corleone took the initiative to move forward and lowered his voice. "Poor old Moss~~~~"
"Don't you want to know... how to win back all the money you lost?"