Early morning.
The mist seemed to cover King's Landing with a layer of gray gauze.
A carriage bearing the emblem of the Lannister Lion rushed into Flea Bottom, surrounded by a team of elite golden robes. Behind the windows on both sides, countless pairs of eyes peered at this group of uninvited guests.
Tyrion was sitting in the carriage, observing the outside environment through the window, his face gloomy.
Vito·Corleone, he once thought that the other party was just a lucky Farmer, but no matter it was the other party's means or governance efficiency.
All far exceeded his expectations.
In just two days, this street that everyone in Junlin was afraid of avoiding has been cleared out. Although it still smells like Strange Odor, and there are still some debris everywhere on the street, it is completely different from before.
Some people with dark cloth strips wrapped around their arms were using brooms to clean up the occasional scattered debris. They were not afraid to hide when the golden robes arrived, but watched them pass by in silence.
It is still poor and backward, but it seems that a newly established order is sprouting in this chaotic land.
The team stopped, and Tyrion's short body jumped out of the carriage nimbly, raised his head and looked upward, muttering, "House of Order."
He snorted coldly and walked straight in with the golden robes.
As the Minister of Finance, he did not have the power to directly mobilize the City Guard. It concerned Shae, and he did not dare to approach his father, Tywin. Fortunately, he had an uncle who was the Minister of Justice - Kevan Lannister.
Unlike his father, Tywin, Tyrion's uncles were all very kind to him. Unfortunately, many of them are now dead and missing. Only uncle Kevan and aunt Genna are left.
With a wave of Tyrion's hand, three teams of golden robes rushed up to the second floor and surrounded the place with water.
Then, he walked up with short legs, but the scene in front of him made Tyrion confused.
I saw my target, Vito·Corleone, sitting behind the large table, enjoying breakfast calmly.
He was wearing a simple dark linen shirt with a slightly open collar and an extremely relaxed posture.
In front of him, there was a plate of sliced toast, a small plate of honey jam, a few slices of bacon fried to perfection, and a bowl of oatmeal.
The nutrition is very balanced.
He didn't seem to notice at all that a large group of uninvited guests had broken into his territory. He was slowly spreading butter on the bread, putting it in his mouth and chewing it carefully.
Tyrion looked left and right, scanning every corner, but there was no trace of the person he longed for.
"Gu~
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At this time, a very disobedient voice sounded from the belly of a gold-robed man. Seeing people glaring at him, he lowered his head in embarrassment.
However, several colleagues secretly looked at Corleone who was eating quietly and swallowed involuntarily.
The mission came so urgently that they barely had time to have breakfast.
"Hey~~"
Hearing this movement, Corleone seemed to have noticed their arrival and raised his head.
"The morning fog has not yet cleared, and I am really flattered that Flea Bottom can receive a personal inspection by the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the City Guard."
"It's a pity that all I have here is shoddy food that can't be sold on the table. I'm afraid it won't appeal to you."
As he spoke, he seemed to deliberately insert a piece of bacon into his mouth, chew it and swallow it.
There was another sound of swallowing saliva all around.
Even Tyrion felt a little hungry. After all, he had been busy all night and didn't have breakfast.
However, he was shameless and walked directly to the table with his short legs. Since he was only a little taller than the table, he had to reach up and fumble around, picked up a few slices of bread and stuffed them into his mouth.
"I hope this is to your liking, my lord. My cook is no match for the royal cook in the Red Keep."
"I have tasted worse." Tyrion chewed the bread, trying to make his aura look more fierce, and said in a stern tone, "I was not born very noble, Corleone, and every Tyrion is like an illegitimate child in the eyes of their father."
"Since I was born, everyone has called me the little devil." I don't think you want to know how terrible the revenge from a devil is!"
As he spoke, he simply overturned all the food on the table to the ground, and the evil wolf stared at Corleone, the meaning of which was self-evident.
However, to his expectation, Corleone was not angry. He just gently put down the knife in his hand, picked up the napkin in front of him and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.
The deep black eyes stared straight at him, seeming to see through his fierce expression.
"Interesting legend, Lord Tyrion."
Corleone leaned forward slightly and said in a playful tone, "But I have heard another story."
"Across the Narrow Sea, there is a ferocious beast called a tiger that resembles a shadow lynx."
"People believe that tigers usually only give birth to two children at a time, but occasionally, a third child will come. It is usually born with a different appearance than its brothers and sisters, perhaps smaller, or with mottled fur, which is considered unlucky."
"Tigresses often won't accept it and will even throw it into the wild and leave it to fend for itself."
Hearing this, Tyrion's pupils shrank slightly, and there was obvious anger on his face.
This kind of metaphor... no, it should be considered a clear mockery of myself by naming them!
However, the story didn't seem to be over. Corleone continued to tell, and there seemed to be some unique bewitching tone in his voice.
"However, once this unique and thin cub grows up, it will often become the most terrifying existence in that mountain forest."
"It grew up in a purgatory-like environment. In order to survive, it had to fight against beasts that were bigger and more ferocious than itself."
"Its claws are sharper, its heart is harder, and its methods are more vicious, because it understands that survival is not a gift from anyone, but is something that it has won with its own blood and claws!"
"And when it gained absolute strength, its first target... was the tigress that abandoned it in the first place!"
"Shut up!!!"
As Corleone's expressions became more and more exaggerated, Tyrion couldn't stand listening anymore. He roared angrily, and the scar left on Battle of the Blackwater Rush's face began to beat faintly.
This story, which was very similar to his own experience, made him more and more frightened as he thought about it. He shook his head, decisively took out the information provided by Wallis from his arms, and read loudly, "You are guilty of this, Vito·Corleone!"
"King's Landing has issued a curfew, but you organized people to carry out activities at night, and even set up private punishments to pluck out the tongue of an innocent person!"
"What you have here is not House of Order" at all, but a den of sin!"
After speaking, he waved his hand to the golden robe behind him and ordered, "Catch him!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the golden robes stepped forward, but Corleone did not take any action, only slightly raising his eyelids.
"You have no right to arrest me."
The understated voice sounded, and [Dignity Lv3]'s momentum spread instantly like substance.
The steps under the golden robes couldn't help but stop, and their eyes couldn't help but stare at the man who was sitting steadily, and they actually felt a very real heart palpitation.
"Do you want to resist arrest, Vito·Corleone!"
This sense of oppression was so strong and he looked so confident that even Tyrion couldn't help but shed a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead. However, out of concern for Shae, he just wanted to arrest Corleone for secret interrogation.
"Don't think that you can do whatever you want by buying off a few golden robes!"
"Let me tell you, these people were specially transferred from the Gods Sect by me!"
Roaring angrily, he ordered again, "Catch him, my uncle is the Minister of Justice!"
Under Tyrion's order, the gold robes had no choice but to move forward.
However, just when one of the team members was about to put his hand on Corleone's shoulder, a piece of light parchment quietly appeared in front of everyone.
"This is...
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The golden robe was stunned at first, but then he immediately saw clearly a dark red seal in the lower right corner of the paper.
"Read." He handed the parchment to him, Corleone's tone was like a command.
Seeing his timid look, he said coldly, "Illiterate?"
"Recognize... recognize...
The strong sense of oppression frightened the golden robe. He quickly took the parchment and recited loudly. "Appoint Vito·Corleone as Chief Intelligence Officer of the Small Council, and authorize him to be fully responsible for handling and preventing everything within the royal territory and King's Landing that endangers the interests of the royal family and disrupts trade order.
The illegal act of inciting public riots."
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Hand of the King Ty... Tywin Lannister... Handwriting!"
When he read to the end, the golden robe shook his hands. Fortunately, the parchment was strong enough, so he didn't tear it open.
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked and looked at Corleone in disbelief.
"No way!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
Tyrion was even more excited. He rushed up and grabbed the parchment, and his eyes quickly scanned the contents of the appointment book.
The handwriting on the signature is extremely familiar, and the hand seal engraved on it is definitely not fake.
But...Chief Intelligence Officer of the Small Council, what kind of fucking position is this?
Fortunately, the appointment letter explains three terms of reference in detail at the back.
1. When necessary, you can contact the City Guards for cooperation.
2. Have the authority to question any person suspected of endangering the stability of the Seven Kingdoms.
3. In the event of an emergency, we have the right to make an immediate decision and report it afterwards.
Too vague...
Tyrion was very smart, and within a short period of time, he saw something was wrong with this appointment letter.
Chief Intelligence Officer of the Small Council, this name sounds very bluffing, but the scope of power is vague and broad, and there is no substantive power.
Yes, it does define that you can contact the capital garrison to cooperate, but you cannot directly command. As for the extent of the other party's cooperation, it can only depend on the private relationship between Corleone and the golden robes.
Secondly, he has no fiscal power, which means that he cannot mobilize even one Copper Penny in the national treasury, and will not receive financial support.
Moreover, although the word "imperial" is added to this position, it does not belong to the imperial meeting and cannot participate in major decisions at all.
In other words, in King's Landing, Corleone's position actually seems somewhat insignificant.
With his authority and strength, he cannot deal with those powerful nobles. He can only deal with some street gangsters, such as... Flea Bottom.
No wonder he chose to put down roots here!
The more Tyrion read, the more furious he became. Once this appointment letter appeared, it meant that all his arrangements throughout the night were in vain!
"My lord...
Sure enough, Squad Leader came over, looked at the bright red Prime Minister's seal, hesitated for a moment, and then reminded aloud, "We have no right to arrest a special service officer personally appointed by the King's Hand. This does not comply with the procedures."
As soon as these words came out, Tyrion immediately raised his head and felt his face burning, as if he had been slapped in public.
"Get out first!"
Resisting the urge to roar, he gritted his teeth and ordered, "Stay guard at the door! No one is allowed to come in without my order!"
"Yes, sir!"
Hearing this, the golden robes walked downstairs almost as if they were running away.
But at this moment, Corleone walked to the fence and shouted below, "Rorge!"
"Go and prepare some breakfast, and take out a few barrels of Ale from the cellar, and give them to the brothers in the Capital Guard."
"It must be very hard for them to go out early in the morning to perform tasks."
"Got it, Lord Corleone!"
Rorge's answer came from downstairs, but his voice sounded like he couldn't hold back his smile.
Hearing this, Corleone nodded, turned around and looked at little Tyrion with a half-smile, as if to show off. "I like to make friends the most, especially those who are at the bottom, but still fulfill their duties."
"A little bit of insignificant kindness may bring unexpected rewards one day in the future."
This murderous and heart-wrenching performance exhausted Tyrion's last bit of patience. When only Corleone and him were left in the hall, he could no longer maintain his superficial calmness.
He almost threw himself in front of the table, put his hands on the table, stared at the other person, lowered his voice and asked, "That's enough!"
"Where's Shae!"
"What did you do to her!"
The direct questions he asked three times in a row showed that he was extremely uneasy inside.
Corleone did not answer immediately, but walked slowly to the pile of plates that he had overturned before, squatted down and slowly picked up a wine glass.
Then, he picked up the wine flask from the closet, filled it up, and handed it to Tyrion.
"You have broken my heart, Lord Tyrion."
He looked down at the other party condescendingly, with a trace of offended sullenness and disappointment truly revealed in his dark eyes.
"I sincerely hope that we can become partners or even friends. I have also shown enough sincerity in previous negotiations and even made concessions repeatedly."
"I spent a lot of money to entertain your friend at my place, providing her with food, drinks and emotional value."
"I pay you and the name Lannister enough respect."
His voice did not waver at all, as if he was just stating a fact, but Tyrion could feel that the pressure on the other person was getting stronger.
At the end, he even added a questioning tone: But what is it that makes you disrespect me so much?"
"It even allows you to weave these ridiculous charges at will, lead soldiers, break into my place like a wild beast, and try to put shackles on my hands?"
"Can you please explain it to me?"