Seeing Corleone's half-smiling expression, Ralf couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart, and the smile on his face immediately froze.
But he immediately suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and sneered, "Are you trying to instigate a relationship between me and the boss, you idiot!"
"Do you know how much money I have made for my boss over the past year and how much dirty work I have done for him?"
"To tell you the truth, he met me in person last night, and he personally promised that he would do his best to keep me safe!"
After saying this, seeing Corleone remain silent, Ralf felt that the other party was intimidated by his power, and couldn't help but smile proudly.
Looking around, I saw that the golden robes had almost turned Arena upside down, but still found nothing, and their smiles became brighter.
"Captain!"
"Nothing found, very clean, even the ledger...
, several golden robes came forward to return their orders, and after hearing their reports, Humphrey's face became increasingly ugly.
Damn...
Glancing at the proud Ralf, he knew very well that this guy must have received the news in advance and transferred or destroyed all the evidence.
There is a traitor in the golden robe!
But this is normal. After all, the financial problems of the royal family are too big nowadays. Not to mention the brothers under him, even he, the captain of the Dragon Gate, has not received salary for several months.
If you want to survive in King's Landing where prices are skyrocketing, I'm afraid there won't be many clean-blooded people in the entire capital defense team except for the aristocratic children from well-off families.
Including him.
It's one thing to be understandable, but it's another thing to be ineffective in front of Lord Corleone.
He finally managed to beat Swen Rossby to death. If he messed up what Commander Adam confessed to him personally, he, the captain of the Dragon Gate, would not be able to do it.
Seeing the constipated expression on Humphrey's face, Ralf went even further and even took the initiative to step forward, raising his voice like a winner.
"Look, dear Captain Humphrey!"
"Your people have searched and checked. Did they find anything?"
"Don't be proud, Ralf!" Humphrey stared at Ralf fiercely, holding his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and threatened. "Everyone in Flea Bottom knows about the dirty things you did, and I can easily find a hundred witnesses!"
"Hahaha!!!" This kind of non-deterrent words did not scare Ralf at all. He strode to the door and said loudly to the crowd of people who were already crowded outside watching the excitement, "Did you hear what Captain Humphrey said, bastards, if someone has any evidence of my Ralf crime, please come out and identify it quickly. The impartial Capital Guard will definitely provide you with justice!"
"Anyone come forward?"
After that, his stern gaze swept over every familiar face, some of which were frightened, numb, curious, or even gloating and indifferent.
But no one dared to stand up and accuse Ralf.
Obviously, as the most powerful underground force in Flea Bottom, everyone here is afraid of revenge after Ralf.
Seeing this, Ralf sneered and turned to look at Humphrey: "It seems to be a misunderstanding. Captain Humphrey, I told you before that I am a good businessman who abides by the law."
Then he opened his arms generously. "Brothers, you have worked hard all morning. Do you want to stay for a drink?"
"I pay for all purchases!"
This extremely arrogant look made all the golden robes look at each other.
In fact, they really wanted to stay and have a drink for free. After all, this kind of opportunity doesn't come around all the time, but we are not blind. Everyone can see the look on the captain's face that wants to kill someone.
For a time, no one among the dozens of golden robes dared to speak.
But just when Ralf was so complacent and thought he had secured victory, he planned to continue humiliating Corleone.
A muscular figure stepped out from the golden robe team.
Seeing his appearance, Ralf's pupils couldn't help but shrink.
However, this man didn't even look at him. Instead, he walked straight to Corleone, knelt down on one knee, took out a neatly folded piece of parchment from his arms, and presented it with both hands.
"Very well, my blood's blood."
Corleone nodded slightly, unfolded the parchment, and spoke in a clear and standard Westeros common language, "Combat Slavery Contract!"
As he read out the title of the document, the entire Blood Pit instantly fell silent, and all eyes focused on the parchment.
Ralf The expression on his face froze instantly, and a hint of ominous premonition came to his mind.
"Fake... this is fake!" He subconsciously wanted to step forward and snatch it away, but two golden robes blocked it with crossed black iron-headed spears, one on the left and one on the right.
"Don't worry, Sir Ralf."
Seeing how anxious he was, Corleone just responded with a very polite smile and continued reading.
"Deeder: Ralf."
"In the year 299 of the Aegon calendar, a Dothraki named Yego was purchased from a slave caravan on the Essos continent for the price of ten Silver Stag".
"The contract stipulates that the purchaser Ralf has full ownership of Yego and can drive, trade, or participate in any form of competition or wrestling at will, until death."
"This contract is permanent and cannot be canceled except with the consent of Ralf!"
After speaking, Corleone calmly raised the parchment so that everyone around could see the scrawled signature belonging to Ralf and a rough bloody fingerprint at the bottom of the document.
Corleone As soon as he finished speaking, there was only a pop.
I saw Ralf, who was extremely proud just now, take a step back suddenly, knocking over a chair, pointing at Yego and shaking violently.
That thin piece of parchment was now more dazzling to Ralf's eyes than a red-hot soldering iron.
But... this thing shouldn't appear here!
He had clearly erased all illegal traces, destroyed the ledgers, and even sent away the gladiators who had signed short-term contracts!
You must know that buying and selling slaves in Westeros is a very serious crime. Since thousands of years ago, the seven the Seven Kingdoms have never practiced slavery.
It is generally believed that the gods, old and new, despise slavery and have expressly prohibited it in their laws.
The most typical case is that a few years ago, the North the North Jorah Mormont of Bear Island Earl was sentenced to death by Eddard Stark, the then Duke of Winterfell, for secretly selling slaves to the other side of the Narrow Sea.
Although the guy ran away in time and has not been caught until now, even one Earl was sentenced to death, which fully illustrates how serious the crime of slave trading is!
Not to mention, Ralf is just a commoner without any title. Once he is found guilty of buying and selling slaves, the only thing waiting for him is the death penalty!
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"I handed over all the contracts to the boss last night...
", before he finished speaking, a bone-chilling chill shot up from the soles of his feet to the sky.
Looking at Corleone's half-smiling expression, and remembering what the other party said earlier, "How can you be sure that the big shot won't sell you out?", Ralf suddenly had a desperate thought in his mind.
He is not a fool, otherwise he would not have been able to crawl around in Flea Bottom for so many years, or even destroy Rorge and replace him.
The answer is already ready to come out.
The only one who can do all this is the "big shot" who has been hiding behind the scenes, providing him with shelter and taking away most of his profits.
The one who always has a vague smile and plays with everything in the palm of his hand...
However, just when Ralf was feeling restless, the next scene completely pushed him into the abyss of despair.
I saw Yego put his hand into his arms again, and this time he took out a book Booklet with a thick cowhide cover.
When the book Booklet appeared in front of everyone, Ralf's face instantly became extremely pale, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was wiped out.
He remembers it clearly!
Just late last night, he personally sealed this account book related to his wealth and life in a wax box and handed it to that adult!
Here, all the evidence of "Blood Pit"'s true income and expenditure, bribery details, slave transactions, and even the murder of nobles are recorded!
This is the "report card" he must turn in every quarter, and it is also the handle he must actively put in the hands of adults!!
"No... can't open it...
", Ralf wanted to step forward to snatch it again, but this time the golden robe was not so polite.
Just like how he dealt with Rorge before, an iron-clad Wooden Club hit him hard on the knee. The force was so strong that Ralf's joints were instantly broken, and the white bones pierced the flesh and were exposed to the air.
"Ah!!!"
The miserable wail resounded through Blood Pit. Looking at his appearance, Corleone remained calm and nodded gracefully. "I told you, don't worry, Your Excellency Ralf."
With that said, he handed the account book to Humphrey.
He had already read it last night, and almost all the important contents had been torn out, and the remaining contents were all insignificant to the "big men".
But these insignificant things are shocking enough for people like Humphrey.
He turned over a page casually and glanced at it briefly before his expression became extremely solemn.
Because it clearly records how much Gold Dragon was paid to a certain golden robe captain and member on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year.
Its scope is so wide that it actually includes nearly one-tenth of the members of the Capital Guard!
If this thing is taken out, it is conceivable that the entire defense system of King's Landing will be shaken. After all, its implications are too wide!
"I... I want to be a witness... I want to report!"
At this moment, Ralf, who had finally recovered from the severe pain, went completely crazy and shouted loudly.
He understood, understood everything.
That "adult" had no intention of protecting himself at all. The other party might have a bigger plot, or maybe it was just to cut off the relationship with Flea Bottom.
In short, Ralf is like a gift, packaged together with this place and given to Corleone!
The feeling of betrayal was stronger than a broken leg. Ralf desperately wanted to scream out that name and drag the other party into the water!
"I want to report, the person behind me is...
"Bang!"
But at this moment, Bao Tie Wooden Club swung out again, harder and heavier than the previous one!
The face suffered a heavy blow, and the bridge of Ralf's nose immediately shattered, the entire face was sunken, and blood flowed profusely.
In severe pain, he opened his eyes and saw a face without a nose appearing in front of him, grinning ferociously and waving a stick again.
"Fuck...
, Bang!
With another stick, all the insults Ralf was stuffed back into his throat, but it wasn't over yet. Rorge very skillfully thrust the Wooden Club in his hand roughly into Ralf's mouth, and then stirred it wildly.
Facts have proven that even the hardest bones in the human body cannot be compared with the iron-clad Wooden Club.
Soon, all the teeth in Ralf's mouth were almost completely smashed, and even the tongue was broken.
It wasn't until Rorge was completely satisfied that he collapsed to the ground and could no longer speak.
"Trading slaves and attempting to attack law enforcement officers are conclusive evidence!"
Humphrey completely turned a blind eye to Rorge's arrogant behavior, and just shouted at his men, "Take them away!"
"Yes!"
Two golden robes stepped forward, but Rorge still took the lead, grabbed Ralf's blood-stained hair, and roughly dragged him out of the door.
Ralf's body drew a long bloody mark on the rough stone floor, but he was already unable to struggle, and even his whimpering sounds were very weak.
Outside Blood Pit, the crowd watching was completely silent.
Everyone was shocked by this bloody and cruel scene. Seeing the once arrogant Ralf being dragged like a dead dog, and seeing the once intimidating face turn into a bloody mess, many people swallowed subconsciously.
Dragging Ralf forward, escorted by the golden robes, people gathered and followed Rorge's footsteps, walking all the way to the only open space for fleas.
As the large troops left, Blood Pit suddenly became deserted.
Corleone did not go with them, but looked at the environment inside with interest and walked upstairs.
He picked up a bottle of wine on the closet and found a clean glass to pour himself a glass.
Holding the wine glass, he came to the window and stretched out his hand to open the window. At this time, the sun just dispersed the mist and illuminated the scarlet wine in the glass.
Looking in a certain direction, Corleone raised a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, raised his wine glass and took a sip.
At the same time, in the tallest building on Silk Street, a man of short stature but always wearing an elegant smile stood by the window. He also raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it down in one gulp.
Flea Bottom, under a bare flagpole.
A rough rope was wrapped around Ralf's neck and he was hung up. His feet were off the ground. He instinctively kicked his legs randomly due to suffocation, making a "ho ho" sound in his throat.
Rorge turned around, faced the dark crowd, and grinned, his already ferocious face looking even more ugly.
"Open your fucking eyes and see clearly!"
The hoarse voice clearly spread throughout every corner of Flea Bottom. Even those who did not dare to go out could not help but stick their heads out and carefully observe what was going on here.
After making sure that everyone was looking at him, Rorge pointed at Ralf who was struggling behind him, and raised the account book in his hand.
"You should all know this person, his name is Ralf!"
"He forced people into slavery and forced them to fight. He and his people treat the flea bottom as a cesspool and treat you as maggots in the cesspit. They suck your blood and think your blood is dirty!"
"I know, maybe some of you have relatives who were killed by him and sold as broth. Maybe your brothers and sisters were raped by that guy!"
These words reminded many people of what they had experienced at the hands of Ralf, and they began to commotion, with anger and humiliation brewing in silence.
"But, today!"
Rorge's voice suddenly rose, and his eyes swept over every indignant face. "Vito·Lord Corleone, here we come!"
"He brought new rules! Lord Corleone's rules!"
As he spoke, he looked around at everyone with fierce and firm eyes. "From now on, in Flea Bottom, no force or oppression is allowed!"
"Lord Corleone promises to give you a clean way to survive so that your children will not have to die in the gutter like mice!"
"But!"
Rorge suddenly changed the topic and said sternly, "Lord Corleone's friendship and protection need to be exchanged for your sincerity!"
"Anyone who dares to go against his will, anyone who dares to continue to do evil in this land.
Rorge suddenly pulled out the sharp dagger from his waist. "This is the end!"
The hand rises and the knife falls.
Phew!!
The sharp blade cut open Ralf's throat, and blood spurted out, dyeing the flagpole red, and splattered on Rorge's ferocious face.
Ralf twitched randomly a few times and finally stopped.
His eyes were wide open, staring in the direction of Silk Street, as if he could not figure out why he was betrayed until his death.
Watching the end of the arrogant Ralf, the people in Flea Bottom had different expressions, including numbness, joy, hatred, hesitation, gloating, etc. It was very complicated.
However, most of them are worried. After one Ralf died, the next "Lord Corleone" will take over Flea Bottom. What will be their fate then?
After all, to the big shots, these untouchables are sometimes even more disgusting than wild dogs on the roadside and cheaper than weeds.
But at this moment, some people began to notice that a brand new flag was slowly rising on the roof of Blood Pit.
The flag has a pure white background, with a huge black palm with slightly spread fingers embroidered in the center.
The gesture of the palm neither seemed like a clenched fist full of aggression, nor did it look like it was open to show acceptance.
It is more like a kind of control that covers everything.
Under people's gaze, this flag with a white background of Black Hand slowly unfurled in the bloody breeze in the early morning.
It floats at the top of the entire Flea Bottom, silently announcing, as if silently announcing, that this place has ushered in a new owner.
and new, unchallengeable rules.
Vito·Corleone slowly walked across the door of Blood Pit, calmly raised his head and stared at the flag, his gaze was profound, as if he was looking at a newly completed work of art.
He didn't speak, but Corleone's will was about to run through.
From now on, the land that has not been protected by the old gods and the Seven Gods only believes in the laws of Corleone.