The door closed gently, blocking out the leaving figures of Corleone and Yego.
Tyrion did not speak, his small body sunk deeply into the large seat, and the light locked on the closed door seemed to penetrate the wooden board.
There was a trace of thought and vague uneasiness in his eyes of different colors.
He undoubtedly won the confrontation just now.
He saved a lot of money very beautifully for the Iron Throne, or for his current difficult situation.
This should have been a victory worthy of a few good drinks.
But...
Thinking of Corleone's calm and profound eyes before he left, especially that confident tone of victory, made him feel very harsh.
That didn't sound like the weak words of a loser at all, it looked more like a formal declaration of war.
That determined attitude actually reminded him of his father again.
"That boy doesn't seem to be talking big words."
Even Bronn stopped his cynical smile and walked to Tyrion's huge desk, "I have seen many people say harsh words, but their eyes can't deceive people. I dare say that this guy is either a madman or...
", as he said, he picked up a bright red apple in the fruit plate, wiped it on the expensive tablecloth, took a big bite, and half-seriously suggested: "Just in case, I can help you deal with him in advance, three hundred Gold Dragon, the price is very reasonable, just pack it clean."
Hearing this, Tyrion tapped his knees lightly with his fingers, seeming to be thinking about the feasibility of this matter.
Bronn's proposal is very direct, but it is also the most effective way to deal with trouble.
"He's James' friend."
After thinking for a long time, Tyrion slowly spoke.
He couldn't order the killing of James's savior just because of the other party's meaningful words. This was not in line with political wisdom, not to mention that if James knew about it afterwards, that guy would definitely go crazy.
The most important thing is, who can guarantee that Bronn will be able to kill Corleone?
The Dothraki next to him didn't look easy to deal with, and the other party had now taken over Flea Bottom, so that place wasn't very peaceful.
"Send a few smarter faces to Flea Bottom."
Tyrion's tone returned to calmness and he ordered Bronn: "Check carefully what this Vito·Corleone is doing."
"Looking at him, I want to know what he eats every day, who he meets, what he says, and even how many times he poops. I need to know everything!"
The order was given very clearly, but Bronn still stood where he was.
He just looked at Tyrion with a playful expression and took another bite of the apple.
Seeing his appearance, Tyrion rolled his eyes helplessly, reached out to fumble around in his arms, took out a shiny Gold Dragon, and threw it over.
The gold drew a graceful arc in the air and fell accurately into Bronn's arms.
He weighed it and put it in his bag, then grinned, showing his yellow teeth again.
"Seriously, Bronn."
This unabashed greed made Tyrion couldn't help but sigh in a complicated tone, "Sometimes I really don't know whether leaving you as a guard is a wise decision."
"Wise is certain, dear Lord Tyrion."
Bronn walked to the door, held the doorknob in his hand, and looked back at Tyrion: "After all, who do you think is more reliable, a noble knight who may stab you in the back at any time, or a bastard who only values gold?"
Hearing this, Tyrion couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.
The words are rough and the reasoning is not rough.
Having been in King's Landing for so long, he has long been accustomed to this kind of intrigue and lies.
Everyone wears a mask and talks about honor and loyalty, but only they know what they are thinking in their hearts.
However, Bronn's naked principle of putting money first can sometimes make people feel more at ease.
You know what he wants and how to drive him to do what he wants and what not to do.
"Remember." Seeing him push open the door and take steps forward, Tyrion hurriedly shouted at Bronn's back, "No matter when someone pays to take my life, I will pay double!"
The corridors of the Red Fort are wide but seem a bit cold and damp, especially in autumn.
Corleone walked in front, and Yego followed angrily half a step behind him, with anger written all over his face.
Even though he was carrying a bag filled with a thousand Gold Dragon, he was not happy at all. Instead, he wanted to throw it on the ground and step on it a few times.
Perhaps after following Corleone for a long time, this rude and savage Dothraki man also learned what "shame" is.
At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from the corner ahead.
"I suggest you walk slower, Miss Lollys. Moving too much will injure the tire pressure."
Corleone raised his head and saw Jaime Lannister in white robes walking towards him, his cloak swaying gently with his steps.
Behind him, followed a bloated woman with a high bulge in her belly.
Although she was wearing a long dress made of gorgeous materials, her eyes were distracted, she was smiling stupidly, tilting her head, curiously reaching for the swaying light and shadow cast by the torch on the wall, as if trying to catch them.
Next to her, a maid dressed in cool clothes and dressed as a maid followed suit, her face full of disgust, and she had no intention of helping her.
"Hey, James!"
Hearing the call, James, who had a somewhat ugly face, raised his head and immediately smiled brightly, "Corleone!"
In his excitement, he immediately forgot about the two people behind him and strode to Corleone: "It's so nice to see you. I heard from Adam that you just took care of the mess in Flea Bottom. I thought you would be busy for a long time."
"There are indeed a lot of things, but it's still acceptable." Hearing this, Corleone also laughed, "But speaking of it, it seems that I haven't seen Miss Brienne for a long time. Didn't she go back to the Red Keep with you?"
When it came to Brienne, James' face darkened again, and his tone became a little complicated.
"She... she has been temporarily locked up because Loras Tyrell Ser insisted on interrogating her personally about the night Renly Baratheon was killed."
"He always thought Brienne was hiding something."
"They were all Renly Baratheon's Rainbow Guard. When he died, it was said that only Brienne was by his side...
"I understand."
Hearing this, Corleone nodded thoughtfully.
After all, in the eyes of outsiders, Renly's death is full of doubts. Who would believe that a shadow can kill someone?
Not to mention, Renly belongs to Loras Ser...
"Don't worry, Loras Tyrell Ser is an upright man and he will make a fair judgment."
It was not easy for Corleone to get involved in this matter, but fortunately, he knew very well that Loras would eventually believe that Brienne had not killed the king, so he offered words of comfort.
Hearing this, James nodded helplessly. "I hope so."
His father asked him to take off his White Armor and return to Casterly Rock to inherit the family business. Cersei refused to let him touch her no matter what. It was said that her cousin Lancel was quite close to her during this time.
The king... don't mention it.
It seems that James is happiest only when he is with Corleone.
"Oh~~~yo~~~~White clothes Ser..
At this time, the pot-bellied woman behind him trotted all the way to James, gasping and saying, "You are running so fast, Lollys can't catch up with the baggage."
As she spoke, she punched her stomach with her fists, but it hurt herself, and she squatted down again holding her stomach.
"This is..." Corleone asked.
Seeing her series of actions, James rolled his eyes speechlessly and introduced to Corleone, "She is Miss Lollys Stokeworth."
"Miss?"
Corleone frowned and his eyes stayed on her bulging belly for a moment.
In the custom of Westeros, only unmarried noble women can be called "lady", while married women should be called "ma'am".
James saw his doubts and spread his hands indifferently. "Not long ago, during the riot in King's Landing, she was unfortunately involved in and raped by a group of mobs. Fortunately, she did not lose her life, and even lost another life."
"She was recuperating in the Red Keep for a while until her father arrived. He thought it was a disgrace to the royal family after all, so the king sent me to take her back to her mother at Stoke Worth."
He spoke very loudly without lowering his voice at all, as if he didn't care much about the other person's face.
But Corleone took a step closer and whispered, "You just said that in front of her?"
Hearing this, James gave a slightly sarcastic smile and pointed at Lollys, which had torn off a wilted wildflower on the roadside and was sniffing it at the tip of his nose.
"As you can see, she's not very smart here."
As he spoke, he pointed to his head. "The monks said it was a punishment from the gods, while the bachelors thought it was infected with some terrible disease."
"But no matter what, he is a poor man."
"She doesn't understand the conversation between us and lives completely in her own world, but I do think it might be better for her."
After receiving James' explanation, Corleone nodded thoughtfully.
His eyes inadvertently glanced at the maid who had been standing quietly behind Lollys.
She seemed to have a low eyebrow, but there was always a look of impatience and even disgust towards Lollys between her eyebrows. With the help of [Insight Iv2], Corleone could see clearly.
Something's wrong.
Corleone The corners of her mouth were slightly raised. A maid, even if she was serving a mentally retarded person, would normally not dare to show such an expression to her master.
Thinking of this, his mind moved and he made bold guesses.
Taking the initiative to take a step forward, Corleone ignored Lollys. Instead, he came to the maid and gave her a gentle and charming smile.
"With all due respect, this beautiful young lady."
"May I ask what your name is...
The maid, who was in a daze, seemed not to have expected that this strange "nobleman" with extraordinary bearing would suddenly strike up a conversation with her.
She quickly raised her head, lifted up her skirt and bowed, and replied in a low voice, "My name is Xue Yi, sir."