Two days later.
House of Order Backyard.
Two figures holding swords crisscrossed back and forth in the open field, and the crisp sound of metal hitting each other could be heard endlessly.
If Jaime or Brienne were here, their jaws would probably drop.
Less than a month ago, Corleone, who could only clumsily chop wood piles with his sword, was now fighting back and forth with the sturdy Dothraki elite Warrior, and even... vaguely had the upper hand!
Corleone's sword moves are not flashy, but they are extremely sharp and efficient.
The Longsword in his hand seemed to have eyes, and could always accurately block every attack of Yego, and could even predict the trajectory of his next movement through the opponent's steps and subtle muscle tremors.
As the frequency of sword blade collisions increased, Yego's breathing became heavier and heavier, and beads of sweat rolled down his bronze skin.
His attacks were wide open and wide, and his sword-drawing speed was astonishingly fast, but he was still unable to break through Corleone's defense.
Finally, after nearly dozens of high-speed attacks and defenses, Corleone caught a tiny flaw in Yego's sword draw and raised it upwards!
"Clang!"
Longsword took off his hand in response, flew out in a spin, and hit the stone ground in the distance, making a series of clanking sounds.
Yego staggered back two steps, supported his knees with both hands, and his chest heaved violently. Looking at Corleone in front of him, whose breathing was only slightly rapid, his eyes were filled with incredible shock.
"Your progress... is really too fast, my blood!"
He instinctively growled in Dothraki, with a trace of sincere awe in his tone. "In less than a month... you were able to defeat me... Even the most talented Warrior on the grassland cannot do it!"
With that said, Yego straightened up, then shook his head, and suddenly his eyes became extremely fanatical. "As expected of Warrior who was favored by Horse God, you... you will become a horse riding the world!"
Who are you scolding?
Corleone put away the blade, with a satisfied smile on his face. But after hearing Yego use such a metaphor, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.
Riding on the horse of the world...
Isn't that the fucking son of Daenerys and Khal Drogo?
He was stillborn before he was born, what a world, bah bah bah!
But he didn't explain it. Is it possible that he wanted to tell this guy who had never read a book that he had a problem?
He probably doesn't understand either.
Shaking his head and walking outside, Corleone checked his system panel.
Well...
Tyrion's ten thousand Gold Dragon really solved his urgent need. Although he didn't know where that guy got so much money in a short time, but Lannister, there is nothing to make a fuss about.
Suddenly rich, Corleone directly upgraded all his skills to Iv3 with a wave of his hand.
Speaking of which, the system is really powerful. [Insight Lv3] and [Basic Swordsmanship Lv3] plus [Surgery Iv3], these skills work together to produce a chemical effect.
When he is dueling with someone, he can not only judge the next step based on the opponent's movements, but also use his superb medical knowledge to choose the best angle to draw the sword to achieve maximum damage.
If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to accidentally injure Yego, he would have had at least several opportunities to kill the opponent directly with his sword.
He estimated that with his current level of swordsmanship, he might not be able to compare with the "Fearless" Barristan Barristan, who was famous in the Seven Kingdoms, or the now-defunct "Sword of the Dawn" Arthur Dayne.
But with the complementation of several skills, it is more than enough to defeat most knights whose sword skills are not so top-notch.
It's just...
Corleone thought slightly and glanced at the skill bar that only he could see.
When his eyes glanced at a certain skill, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably twice.
[Bed Technique Lv3].
sweet...
At that time, he got so many Gold Dragon at once, and he drew them with the mentality of trying his luck. He did not expect that the system gave him such an outrageous "surprise".
But when Corleone was about to draw the next one, he received a system prompt: [The host's current permissions can have up to five skills at the same time (except for unleveled skills)].
If you want to obtain other skills, you must upgrade one of them to Iv5, or get another chance to draw irregular skills.
As for how to obtain it... the system didn't say.
Damn it, retarded system!
Corleone cursed in his heart, completely forgetting about the time he called his adoptive father.
No matter, just five, it's almost enough for now anyway.
He comforted himself in his heart.
If you just get by, you can still leave.
"Let's go and see what's going on outside." Corleone put away his thoughts and ordered Yego, and the two of them immediately walked out side by side.
Inside the hall, there is already a busy construction site scene.
The original dilapidated decorations were removed, and sturdier stone and wood were brought in.
Rorge's hoarse voice echoed in the field. He was like a real contractor. His noseless face was extremely excited and he was directing the workers to work fiercely. The efficiency was unexpectedly high.
I didn't expect that this guy was a natural born civil servant.
Corleone didn't bother him, just gave him an approving look and quietly passed through the busy crowd.
When he stepped out of the heavy gate of "House of Order", the early morning sunlight fell on the newly smoothed streets of Flea Bottom.
"Lord Corleone!"
"Good day, Lord Corleone!"
"Your Excellency!"
Along the way, many "Cleaning Crew" members who were patrolling with cloth strips on their arms, as well as some residents who came out early to set up stalls, stopped what they were doing and greeted him respectfully.
Under his explicit prohibition, Flea Bottom is no longer allowed to sell gadgets like Brown Soup.
Although this move harmed the interests of some people and caused some resistance, after the late-night "visit" from Rorge and others, almost everyone was suppressed.
However, Corleone vaguely noticed that there was still a group of people who were not completely convinced, but were just dormant in secret.
But he didn't rush for a while, but waited patiently for those guys who couldn't help but show their heads, so that he could catch them all.
While thinking, Corleone kept nodding slightly and responded to people's greetings.
His eyes calmly scanned the quietly changing street scene, the dirt was being cleaned up, the chaos was being contained, and a new order that was rough but full of vitality was taking root tenaciously in this land.
"Where are we going, blood of my blood?"
As he was about to step out of Flea Bottom, Yego asked in a low voice beside him.
Hearing this, Corleone raised his head and looked forward, grinning. "We have been busy for so long, it's time for us to enjoy ourselves."
... Go find a prostitute!"
Silk Street.
The air here is completely different from that of Flea Bottom. It is thick and sweet, filled with all kinds of cheap perfumes, powders,
Old wine and hints of heather.
The exquisite lanterns exude a warm light even during the day. As soon as you step in, many professional women in cool clothes come into view.
Their faces were full of smiles. Some stood on the ornately decorated balconies and behind the window lattice, smiling and waving, while others stood directly on the street, unscrupulously soliciting customers with their eyes and body language, without any intention of hiding anything.
The evil Middle Ages...
Although its predecessor had similar experiences, for Corleone, this was an unprecedented first time.
Fortunately, flesh and blood business is not illegal in Westeros. Although it was his first time to step into such a place, he didn't have much psychological burden.
As a man, you always want to see the world.
Walking among this group of warblers and swallows, Corleone's deft steps kept flashing past his outstretched arms, as if he was not even touched by a leaf among thousands of flowers.
Compared to him, Yego seems much bolder and bolder.
Not only did his eyes look straight, but he would also stretch out his hand and squeeze it from time to time. If Corleone hadn't stopped walking, he might have been dragged in for a fight.
Seeing this, Corleone couldn't help but joke, "Why, I thought you only fell in love with women like Brienne who can fight wild beasts with bare hands."
Yego came back to his senses, licked his dry lips, swallowed, and answered very honestly, "Merging with a taller woman can give birth to stronger children."
"But just for fun, these soft women look good."
As he spoke, he also bluntly compared it. "Women on the grassland are healthy and strong, like strong mares, and these... are just like juicy peaches."
Hearing his answer full of Dothraki pragmatism, Corleone couldn't help laughing loudly, which attracted even more eager looks from several women around him.
After all, although Yego looks a little more fierce, his new outfit is not cheap.
The women in Flea Bottom have been through many battles, so they still have some discernment.
However, Yego was a little impatient due to their teasing. Seeing that Corleone just kept moving forward and had no intention of stopping, he couldn't help but ask again, "Where are we going, my blood's blood?"
"Aren't there... a lot here?"
This eager look made Corleone couldn't help but roll his eyes at him. "Don't be anxious, the blood of my blood."
He slowed down and glanced at the gorgeously decorated but slightly tacky doorways. "How can these peripheral things be worthy of our status?"
"Remember, we are not beggars who can accept anything. Today, you and I are the most distinguished guests on this street."
As he said that, Corleone waved his hand and said loudly and proudly on purpose, "If you want to go whoring, you have to go to the best one!"
These bold words immediately attracted the attention of the people around him.
As soon as the words fell, the two of them stopped in front of a particularly majestic building.
The building is three stories high, with exterior walls made of smooth white stone and windows made of colored leaded glass, depicting an elegant pastoral scene rather than an explicit erotic scene.
There were no women in heavy makeup soliciting business at the door, only two well-dressed guards who looked very elite at first glance.
An ebony wood signboard hangs under the porch, with its name - Hummingbird - engraved in elegant fonts.