This world is so magical.
When Jaime Lannister took a clear look at the scene in the prison cell, he felt that the knowledge he had built up in his nearly three thousand years of life was crumbling.
He imagined countless possibilities...
For example, Corleone was tortured to a bloody pulp and was dying. Even for the worst outcome, James was mentally prepared.
But the scene before him completely exceeded his imagination.
Although the cell was simple, it was still clean, but this was not important. What was important was that in the center of the cell, there was a wooden table that was moved from nowhere.
Vito·Corleone, which he was thinking about, was sitting leisurely behind the table, with a tablecloth spread out and a plate of sizzling grilled steak on it.
On the right hand side, there is even a glass of wine with a deep red luster!
And Corleone is using a knife to slowly put the steak into his mouth, his movements are elegant and leisurely.
What's even more jaw-dropping is that two guards in golden robes are like attentive attendants, standing by with their waists hunched over and smiles on their faces, holding a plate with a few fresh berries in their hands!
"Sir, does this wine taste good to you?"
"This is Summer Red from Dorne that I secretly hid!"
Corleone slowly wiped the corners of his mouth with a table cloth and nodded slightly. "Not bad, thank you for your hard work, Moss."
In the other corner of the cell, a young nobleman who looked familiar to James was huddled in the corner, with cold meat and wine scattered on the ground in front of him, and he was looking at them with a livid face.
Seeing this, James couldn't help but turn around and glare at Humphrey, as if to say: You told me he was a prisoner!
If you didn't know better, you would have thought that this is the office of Commander, the golden robe!
Humphrey just smiled awkwardly, after all, he couldn't explain the current situation.
At this moment, Corleone seemed to notice the movement at the door.
He raised his head, and the light fell directly on James. There was no surprise in his eyes. Instead, he raised the wine glass in his hand to him from afar, showing an elegant smile.
It was as if his arrival had been anticipated.
"Yoho~James Ser."
Corleone's voice was as calm as ever, even with a hint of ridicule. "It seems you are in time for dinner, would you like some together?"
"Although the environment here is a little rough, the steak is cooked just right. They specially hired a chef to fry it freshly for me in the golden robe kitchen."
Looking at the guy in front of him who could turn oppression into enjoyment and guards into servants even in the deepest dungeon, James didn't know what expression to show for a moment.
All the anxiety, anger and worry were gone, leaving only the ridiculous and outrageous feeling.
I'm so stupid, really...
The corners of James' mouth kept twitching, he took a deep breath and walked into the cell.
"What the hell is going on? Do you know how worried I am!"
After hesitating for a moment, he finally couldn't hold back the curse words.
"Huh?"
Hearing this, Corleone raised his eyebrows.
Seeing James' angry look, he slowly put down his knife and fork.
"Let me introduce, this is Old Moss. He is about to win back the money he lost from the casino."
"This is Pock, a young man trapped in love. With my encouragement, he will confess his love to the girl he loves tomorrow. At that time, you and I will have to attend their wedding to be witnesses.
"Oh yes...
As he said that, Corleone did not forget to point at the big wretch in the corner.
"That's Herb·Lake. I think you should know him. He... owes me a favor."
Seeing Corleone introducing everyone in detail and even making an appointment for himself to attend a wedding, James became even more dumbfounded.
But he roughly guessed what happened here.
"Corleone..." Thinking of what happened on the way back to King's Landing from the Riverlands, James sighed with a complicated tone, "You really can't treat yourself badly no matter where you go."
Looking at James who was angry and laughing, Corleone just shrugged indifferently.
He picked up the bottle of dark red wine on the table, filled the other glass at hand, and handed it to James.
That's right, he asked Old Moss to prepare two wine glasses in advance, as if he knew James would definitely arrive.
"Old Moss said this is Dorne's Summer Red." Corleone said in a calm tone, as if he was commenting on the weather. "I don't know much about alcohol, but I think that as a Lannister and the eldest son of Lord Tywin, I should be much more familiar with it than I am."
The crimson wine was pushed in front of him, and James rolled his eyes angrily.
Almost as if he was angry, he grabbed the wine glass, raised his head and drank the contents in one gulp. His movements were as rough as if he was drinking low-quality Ale.
After all, he was indeed a little thirsty after running all the way, not to mention that this kind of delicate flavor, which was extremely expensive to others, was just the most ordinary small drink for James.
The action of a cow chewing peonies made Old Moss's eyes twitch twice, feeling a little distressed.
"Oh~~~~Seven Gods, James, you ran... too fast...
Just then, a breathless voice came from the door. "Don't you know... take care of my two... ha... precious but limited length legs?"
Tyrion Lannister held on to the door frame and gasped for air. He finally recovered and raised his head to look into the cell, his eyes widening in an instant.
His brother was standing in a dirty cell drinking with a prisoner, and there were guards in gold robes standing next to him like attendants?
No... we agreed to come and save people?
That's it?
"What the hell is going on?"
But before Tyrion could speak, Ser Adam, who was following him, also arrived and immediately asked him what he was thinking.
His eyes swept over the flattering Old Moss, then looked at the conspicuous steak and red wine, and finally landed on Corleone.
"I think I need an explanation, James."
Hearing this, James put down his wine glass awkwardly. "This... this is another long story, Adam."
Seeing that his old friend's face looked a little strange, he quickly cleared his throat and changed the subject. "Allow me to introduce, that is my brother Tyrion. Next to him is Adam Malbrand Ser. He is Commander of the Capital Guard."
As he spoke, his arm turned to Corleone: "And this...
"Vito·Corleone."
Corleone raised his glass in the direction of Adam and Tyrion: "Nice to meet you, Ser Adam. I must say that your subordinates are very polite."
"Under the leadership of an excellent knight like you, the City Guard will surely accomplish much."
He said this very naturally, as if he was the owner of the place, welcoming the guests who came to visit, and complimenting the other party's servants on their abilities.
That gesture and tone didn't look like a prisoner, he was clearly a superior who came to inspect the work!
Ser Adam's cheek muscles twitched, and he looked at Tyrion beside him. For a moment, the two of them didn't know how to speak.
The bizarre scene in front of them filled their minds with questions, but they didn't know where to start.
"Reminiscing about old times can come to an end for now, Corleone."
Seeing this, James took a deep breath, forced the topic back on track, and his expression became serious again. "Although I know that you may have been unfairly treated, we will deal with the matter here another day."
"Because my father wants to see you, now."
When he heard that the King's Hand wanted to see him, Corleone didn't show any surprise on his face, as if it was just the scheduled meeting time.
Under the gaze of everyone, he Shi Shiran stood up, his movements slow and slow.
However, Corleone did not leave directly, but turned to the confused and shocked young man in the corner.
"Your Excellency Lake."
Corleone's voice was not high, but it carried a convincing weight. "Please remember, you owe me a favor."
"Maybe one day, I will ask you to repay this friendship. Of course, that day may never come, but before it comes, please keep it in your heart."
His words were very polite and even showed considerable respect, but the undeniable sense of control revealed in his tone made the shocked Lake nod involuntarily.
Then, Corleone turned to Old Moss, his expression became a little more relaxed. "Oh~~~Moss, remember the method I taught you and win your money back."
"Of course, if you still want to have some fun in the future, you can come to Flea Bottom, my casino. I promise you, fairness is the only rule in my territory."
"Everyone can bet with confidence without worrying about a liar sitting across the table."
His attitude towards these low-level guards was no different from how he treated Lake and others, and was even more easy-going and sincere.
In the eyes of Corleone, there seems to be no absolute hierarchy between people, only the difference between "may be useful" and "will be useful in the future".
Therefore, he attaches great importance to every favor that is insignificant in the eyes of the big shots.
Maybe a seed planted unintentionally now will grow into a towering tree in the future.
But at this time, Old Moss was completely confused. He opened his mouth wide and said incoherently in surprise, "Ke...Lord Corleone, you actually know Lannister, and you want to meet the Prime Minister!"
Faced with his shock, Corleone did not answer, but just responded with a smile, as if to say: I told you so.
When Corleone stepped forward and was about to cross the threshold of the prison, Old Moss woke up from a dream and hurriedly asked, "Lord Corleone, where is your casino...?"
Corleone's footsteps stopped at the door. He didn't look back, but calmly uttered one word. "Blood Pit."
"Blood Pit?" Old Moss almost thought he heard wrong, "But that's Ralf's territory!"
After hearing these words, Corleone finally slowly turned around.
The flickering firelight in the dungeon corridor reflected the profile of his face, putting half of his face into shadow.
There was no wave in the dark eyes, only the certainty of winning.
"Tomorrow."
"Not anymore."