Corleone As soon as he finished speaking, the old guard's hand froze in mid-air.
His name is indeed Moss. When Corleone was imprisoned, Captain Swen once called his name in front of him. This is not surprising.
However, why does this guy know that he lost all his money in the casino?
"You..."
Old Moss's eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment, and he asked in confusion, "How did you know?"
"Your finger."
Lifting his chin, Corleone explained matter-of-factly, "There are obvious burnt yellow marks on the pads of the index and middle fingers of the right hand."
"This is not ordinary dirt, but stained by long-term rubbing with hard objects. The shape and size of the marks that can be caused are exactly similar to those of dice."
After being pointed at by him, Old Moss rubbed his hands subconsciously.
"Your clothes."
This small movement could not escape Corleone's eyes, but he just raised the corners of his mouth slightly and continued, "There is a small piece of inconspicuous wear on the elbow and wrist, with a regular shape. It should be caused by repeated friction on the rough tabletop."
"There are a few fresh micro-scratches on the edge of the copper buckle of your uniform. That's because you dug it repeatedly with your nails when you were emotional. To be honest, no one who is good at gambling would do this."
As soon as he said this, Old Moss unconsciously touched his collar, then lowered his head and found that his elbows were indeed smooth.
"Finally, it's your face."
But it wasn't over yet. Hearing Corleone's voice, Old Moss raised his head and found that the other party was staring directly at him.
"Your face is too dark."
"Black?" He subconsciously touched his face.
"No need to touch it, that's just a metaphor."
Corleone is a little speechless. This guy is obviously not smart and can't even understand this metaphor.
However, he patiently explained, "You always have resentment and irritability in your eyes. When you look at every prisoner, you seem to be looking at the creditor."
"This kind of malicious intention to pass the losses onto others is just like a gambler who is eager to make money but has no clue!"
Hearing this, Old Moss was completely stunned.
The anger on his face was replaced by an incredible blankness.
He never thought that his current situation would be completely seen through by a prisoner he had never met.
It was as if... I was completely naked in front of this guy!
Seeing Old Moss's embarrassed look, Corleone withdrew his gaze and leaned against the cold stone wall with a relaxed posture.
His calm look seemed as if he was not in prison, but meeting a guest in his study.
"Your Excellency... Your Excellency..."
This kind of calmness makes Old Moss feel that he is inscrutable.
He couldn't help but lower his posture, lowered his voice and asked tentatively, "You said you can let me win back the money I lost, is that true?"
"Of course."
Corleone smiled, "You are not too unlucky, my friend, you just need a little wisdom."
"Tell me in detail about your recent gambling experience."
"Which casino are you at? Who are you playing with? What are you playing?"
Old Moss hesitated for a moment, and the desire to copy overcame everything: "It's the "Three Copper Penny" casino in Flea Bottom Alley."
"It's popular to play "Harvest Wheel" there recently. The odds are very high. The dealer is from the casino. I bet with several other regulars."
"I was lucky in the first few games and won some, but then I got unlucky. I opened seven small games in a row. I threw back all the money I won. I also lost my savings. Jinpaozi didn't get paid for three months. If this continues..."
The more he spoke, the softer his voice became. It was obvious that the failure in gambling had put a lot of pressure on the golden robe.
Corleone listened patiently, with a hint of understanding on his face.
This kind of routine is very common and very low-level. He has heard it too many times in his previous life.
"They're cheating."
"Cheating!"
This conclusion made Old Moss couldn't help but scream, "But... we watched the dice being thrown, there is no way they could cheat!"
"The dice can be changed at any time. This is a very simple method."
Corleone's tone was very firm. "Believe me, Old Moss, they won your money by cheating, and I... I will let you win your money back in an honest and fair manner!"
Lake, who was sitting in the corner of the cell, watched the two people muttering for a long time, not knowing what they were talking about.
Just when he was a little impatient, he saw Old Moss holding Corleone's hand happily and loudly saying incoherently, "Thank you so much, Lord Corleone!"
"I understand! I will do as you say!"
However, Corleone just calmly patted Old Moss on the shoulder and reminded with a smile, "You owe me a favor, and I need you to honor it now."
"Where's my steak and wine?"
"Right away! Your Excellency!"
Old Moss immediately stood at attention, as if receiving a military order, "Put it on me!"
After saying that, he turned around and rushed out in a hurry, even the sound of his footsteps revealed an unprecedented energy.
So weird...
Seeing everything happening in front of him, Lake widened his eyes and was very curious as to what these two guys said.
However, when he saw Corleone turning his head and looking at him calmly, he felt a little uncomfortable again. He forced himself to sneer and said, "Huh, I don't know what method you used to cheat a meal."
"But in the end, what you have now is just the treatment I already had, and you are no better off than me!"
Seeing his arrogant look, Corleone was not angry, but instead grinned. "I just like your unruly attitude, Your Excellency Lake."
"I hope you can continue to do it for a while, and don't change it."
Having said that, in Lake's slightly uneasy eyes, Corleone actually turned to another slightly younger guard!
In the office of Adam·Malbrand Ser, the air seemed to have solidified.
Watching the two golden robes throw Rorge to the ground like a bag of garbage, Jaime Lannister's heart sank suddenly.
Because this guy looks so miserable.
Previously in Flea Bottom, he was hit three times by the golden robe, and Swen Rossby kicked him in the noseless face.
His already ugly face was now completely disfigured, although there was no difference between this guy's disfigurement and plastic surgery...
However, the pity that had just arisen in James's heart was instantly replaced by stronger anxiety.
Because so far, he still hasn't seen that familiar calm figure.
"Where is Vito·Corleone!"
James suddenly turned to Humphry Waters, suppressing his anger and asked, "Why didn't you see him? Where did you damn guys do him?"