Corleone ignored the guard at the door and strode into the brothel named "Hummingbird" without ceremony.
The interior decoration is extremely luxurious, with soft carpets that make no sound of footsteps, and the air is filled with elegant incense instead of the strong smell of powder.
However, although the decoration is unique, it cannot change the fact that it is a brothel itself.
In the lobby on the first floor, even through the curtains, he could see some unsightly scenes. It must be that the only difference between the brothels and the brothels outside was the curtains.
Corleone shook his head, [Dignity Iv3] unfolded quietly, immediately attracting the attention of many people. The valuable outfit, and the Dothraki guards standing behind it, people couldn't help but guess where this strange noble came from.
At this time, an old bustard with fluffy red hair hurriedly came forward.
"Welcome to Hummingbird", your distinguished lord!"
Her voice was like soaked in honey, she was enthusiastic but not flattering, and she had a very professional smile on her face.
She is said to be an old madam, but in fact she is definitely no more than twenty-five years old, and she has a very good figure. The neckline of the dark purple silk dress is just right, revealing the beautiful collarbone and a touch of snow-white, which makes people think about it, but it is not too exposed.
Petyr Baelish's business acumen is indeed outstanding.
Corleone glanced at her.
After all, sometimes men are not very keen on complete exposure, but prefer this half-covered feeling, because when taking them off with their own hands, they can have a pleasant feeling of opening a gift.
"My name is Ros, sir."
Seeing that Corleone ignored her, the woman was not angry, and continued to patiently introduce him, "It is an honor to serve you. I wonder what kind of company you are longing for tonight?"
Her eyesight is also pretty good, and she can tell who is the one who calls the shots with just one glance.
However, Corleone did not accept this at all, did not respond to her greetings, and walked straight towards the gorgeous stairs leading upstairs.
This familiar demeanor made Ros immediately classify him as a veteran who is well versed in this.
Not daring to neglect, he quickly lifted up his skirt and followed with light steps.
"Sir, there are comfortable private rooms on the second floor, and the girls are more...
She continued to introduce enthusiastically, but Corleone still turned a deaf ear and stepped directly onto the stairs leading to the third floor.
Seeing this, Ros's eyes flashed with excitement. After all, the third floor is where the top guests are entertained. The price is also the most expensive, so she can get more money.
The environment on the third floor is more private. There are doors with thick curtains on both sides of the corridor. The sound insulation is excellent, and you can hardly hear any movement.
Corleone glanced sharply around, as if looking for something, but in the end he didn't see the figure he wanted to see.
Shaking his head, he pushed open an empty room with the door ajar, walked in, and sat down on a soft couch covered with velvet cushions.
"Assemble some girls for my partner."
He raised his head and ordered to Ros, "Ask for the best and let him have all the fun."
"Yes, sir!" Ros smiled happily. He is indeed a rich man.
Yego, who could no longer hold himself back any longer, heard this and his eyes lit up with excitement. After all, he had not relaxed for a long time since following Corleone.
Soon, three women with outstanding figures and looks entered the room. Ros originally wanted to ask him who he would choose, but Yego went straight up and hugged her excitedly, saying - I want them all!
They walked towards another room, but Yego still had some conscience and did not forget Corleone.
He turned around and asked with concern, "Aren't you coming with us, my blood's blood?"
"In Dothraki, the bloodriders share everything with the Khal!"
Hearing this, the corner of Corleone's mouth twitched slightly and waved his hand. "No, this is a reward for you, enjoy it."
Although Yego is also a little confused, the physiological instinctive impulse has already taken over, the blood is flowing backwards, and the brain has almost no ability to think.
snap...
As the door closed, only Corleone and Ros were left in the room.
Before Corleone could speak, Ros took off her dress very sensibly, swaying her waist, and walked up to Corleone, eyes brimming with spring water.
After all, no matter which way you look at it, there is only one reason for Corleone to send her entourage away, and that is to be alone with her.
"It seems you are not born with red hair."
Corleone calmly made a joke.
Hearing this, Ros fell directly into Corleone's arms. "Let me help you pass this boring waiting time, sir."
However, just as she stretched out her hand to try to untie his clothes, Corleone raised a finger and gently pressed against her smooth shoulder to prevent him from getting closer.
Ros was stunned, but Corleone calmly took out a Gold Dragon from his arms.
He did not stuff it into her arms like a normal guest, but pinched it with his fingers and raised it between the two of them. The gold coin reflected an attractive luster in the soft light of the room.
"Ros, really?"
Corleone spoke slowly, "Your service is very considerate, but this Gold Dragon, I want to ask you to do another favor."
As he spoke, he slapped the gold coins on the table and ordered in a gentle tone, "Go tell your boss, Lord Petyr Baelish."
"Just say Chief Intelligence Officer of the Small Council Vito·Corleone, I have a good business and I want to talk to him."
Petyr Baelish was in a good mood.
He had just returned from the Red Keep and used the art of language in front of the Prime Minister to reveal the news that Olenna, the Queen of Thorns, was planning to let her grandson, Loras Tyrell, marry Sansa Stark.
He knew Tywin. The Lion of the West would never allow any possibility of union between Highgarden and the North. This marriage was destined to be stillborn.
For many years, he has been in love with Sansa's mother Catelyn Tully, which is also the driving force behind all his ambitions.
In order to climb up, he did not hesitate to fight with her stupid and crazy sister Lysa, using each other's power step by step to climb from the heir of the small family in the Five Fingers Peninsula to the position of Lord Treasurer of King's Landing.
Although after Tywin returned, he handed over the position of Chancellor of the Finance to his Tyrion son, but gave him the title of Harrenhal Earl.
More importantly, at the Royal Council, he had already made a bold statement that in order to win over the power of the valley, he would go to the Eagle's Nest to persuade Lysa Tully to marry him.
That stupid woman has been obsessed with him like a dog craving for bones for many years, obeying his words, and even poisoned her husband, the former Prime Minister, Duke of the Eyrie Jon Arryn.
As long as he proposed to marry her, Lysa would definitely agree. Petyr had no doubts about this.
Thinking of this, there was a hint of a cat-like smile on his lips.
Marry Lesa, and then in a few years create an "accident" to make her disappear completely. He is the legitimate Duke of the Eyrie!
By then, Sansa Stark, who has the shadow of her mother, will completely become his caged bird.
Since you can't get Catelyn, then you can get her daughter. How can this not be considered a victory?
Humming a little tune and thinking about the wonderful life in the future, Petyr's steps became a little brisk, and he almost jumped.
Stepping into the front hall of "Hummingbird", I happened to meet the red-haired madam Ros hurriedly coming down the stairs.
"What's the rush?"
Petyr was a little dissatisfied, but still had his usual smile on his lips.
This woman is from the North, but she is not like those rough Yankees. On the contrary, she has a very delicate mind and a bright mind. She even arrived at "Hummingbird" very accurately on the first day she came to King's Landing.
But in just half a year, she showed considerable ability and outstanding skills in bed, and not a single customer was dissatisfied with her.
Therefore, she was quickly appreciated by Petyr and "promoted" her to become the Madam.
Petyr scolded him lightly, but Ros still walked quickly and whispered a few words into his ear.
In an instant, the relaxed and comfortable smile on Petyr's face solidified.
Vito·Corleone?
What is this guy doing here?
The relationship between them was just a casual one. In order to get rid of Ralf and cut off the dirty tail between himself and Flea Bottom, he took the initiative to find the other party once.
Is it just for Blood Pit and a few thousand Gold Dragon?
Not so stingy, right?
Countless thoughts flashed through Petyr's mind, but his face quickly returned to its harmless and enthusiastic expression.
After all, he was just an outsider. Although he didn't know why he was appreciated by Tywin and appointed as "Chief Intelligence Officer of the Small Council" whom he had never heard of, he had worked hard in King's Landing for more than ten years.
There is no reason to be afraid of him!
"I understand."
He responded lightly, sent Ros away, and walked up the stairs.
When I came outside the room, I adjusted my well-made coat out of habit, and then calmly opened the door of this top-notch private room.
"Oh, dear Special Service Officer, why did I hear the birds chirping merrily so early in the morning? It turns out it's your visit.
A smile appeared on his face and he greeted in his usual smooth tone.
When he raised his head, he realized that there was no one else in the room, not even food or drinks were served. There was only a figure standing in front of the window with his back facing him, as if he was very interested in the noise outside Silk Street.
"Lord Petyr Baelish...
Hearing his voice, Corleone turned his head. The light from the window just hid half of his face in darkness.
"Your "Hummingbird" is indeed a good place."
His voice was gentle, like a greeting from an old friend. "Speaking of which, I have to thank you for helping me solve the little trouble of the flea nest. You cleaned it up very thoroughly."
"You're too kind." Petyr smiled.
Just when he wanted to exchange some business compliments with the other party, he saw Corleone walking towards him.
"I have always believed that a person has only one destiny."
His steps were steady and there was some invisible pressure on him, which made Petyr feel a little uncomfortable.
"From the Five Fingers Peninsula to Riverrun, from the tax collector of Seagull Town to the chancellor of the Seven Kingdoms, to Harrenhal Earl."
"Your abilities and methods are truly admirable, Lord Petyr."
As he spoke, Corleone finally stood in front of Petyr. The two were so close that they could almost feel each other's breathing.
"But...
"Can you explain to me why a man like you, who has a broad mind and far-sighted ambitions, is so stingy that he only left me a... bare mess?"