Blood was pouring out from the wound, and standing opposite him, holding a dagger, was a muscular man.
He wore a loose silk robe with an open chest, revealing a strong bronze chest. His long black hair fell casually on his shoulders. His narrow, dark eyes added a bit of evil to his handsome face. His whole person looked like a poisonous snake ready to strike.
The first time he saw this man, Corleone confirmed his identity, which was also his primary goal of coming to Silk Street this time.
Prince of Dorne, Red Viper, Unbeaten Champion, Lucky E of the Lancer since ancient times.
1 Oberyn·Martell!
Seeing this, Petyr hurried forward. Although he admired chaos, allowing the Prince of Dorne to kill a Lannister Knights in his own territory would undoubtedly bring him trouble.
"Seven Gods above, what happened here? Why is Your Highness so angry?"
But Oberyn didn't even look at him, he just stared at the knight twitching in pain with a playful look, his strong Dorne accent full of sarcasm. "I thought this was just a place for you to have fun, Petyr Baelish."
"But I didn't expect that even Lannister bedbugs could wander in and out here and pollute the air."
Hearing this, the corner of Petyr's mouth twitched twice, and he suppressed his displeasure and explained, "Oh, Your Highness, you are really making things difficult for me."
"The brothel is open for business, and there is no family crest engraved on the gold coins. As long as they can afford the price, my girls will naturally abide by their professional ethics. This is true for you, and the same is true for other customers."
"If this knight accidentally offended you, I will apologize to you on his behalf. Who are you, why should you let his dirty blood stain your hands?"
"Why should I apologize to this damn Dornish bastard!"
The knight whose palm was nailed was obviously a reckless man. The severe pain and anger made him lose his mind, and he actually insulted Oberyn and Petyr, using filthy words.
"Fuck, fuck you..
However, Oberyn smiled instead of angry, and twisted the wrist holding the dagger slightly.
"Ah!!!!" More screams echoed through the room.
"Idiot! Complete idiot!"
Petyr cursed in his heart, because of Battle of the Blackwater Rush's victory, Lannister has been very arrogant and domineering in the city these days.
But I don't care about your identity, you are just a knight, and you actually provoked the Prince of Dorne in front of him.
Can't you see that I'm looking for a way out for you?
Oberyn admired the other person's expression twisted in pain, and the smile on his face grew thicker, "Scream... I just like hearing this sound, but wherever there is a Lannister, I will not be in a good mood."
"I could smell your stench even in Dorne."
At this moment, a calm voice sounded, which seemed incompatible with the tense atmosphere at the scene. "An adult man has about five to six liters of blood in his body. Judging from the bleeding rate of his current wound, his blood pressure will drop to the critical point in about ten to fifteen minutes."
"Then there was confusion, organ failure, and then he died like a fish out of water on this expensive table."
Hearing this, Oberon raised his head and saw Corleone walking slowly over, calmly observing the wound, his tone as calm as if he was stating experimental data.
He raised his head in surprise, and his eyes met the pair of pupils that had the same color as his own.
"You are very professional."
Oberyn spoke, with a trace of curiosity flashing in his snake-like eyes. "I once studied in the academy and obtained six Maester's chains, but I only got involved in this knowledge when I was in the Second Sons of Essos."
"What's your name."
"Vito·Corleone, Your Highness the Prince." Facing his gaze, Corleone Shi Shiran said, "I am the Doctor."
"If I guess correctly, you should be here to attend the king's wedding on behalf of your brother, Prince Doran."
He continued to speak, and at the same time he stretched out his right hand very calmly and pressed it on the top of the dagger handle. "With all due respect, a Lannister knight died under your blade on the most prosperous Silk Street in King's Landing. I think this will complicate things."
"You have great ambitions, Your Highness. Why waste your precious time on an insignificant person? It will only bring unnecessary trouble to yourself."
These words made Oberyn's tense expression relax slightly.
He looked at Corleone and seemed to be weighing the pros and cons.
"He's right, Oberyn."
At this moment, a woman's voice sounded from behind.
The woman who spoke was not stunningly beautiful, but she had a strong exotic aura that made her look particularly enchanting and eye-catching.
-Ellaria·Shad, the mistress of Prince Oberyn.
In the open-minded Dorne, people often do not want to take the form of marriage. The status of a fixed mistress is the same as that of a wife.
For example, Ellaria, although she and Oberyn are not named husband and wife, they are just like spouses, and have given birth to four daughters for him. Even in the Martell family, she still has a certain say.
Seeing that Ellaria also offered words of advice, the combative light in Oberyn's eyes finally faded away, and he slowly loosened his hand holding the dagger.
Corleone took advantage of the situation and pulled out the dagger. The movement seemed natural, but at the moment when he retracted the blade, the tip of the blade accidentally scratched the tendon at the base of the knight's thumb.
After a slight tearing sound, the knight screamed again, and his palms suddenly became weak and weak.
This secretive little move naturally did not escape Oberyn's experienced eyes.
The corners of his mouth curved up imperceptibly, and instead of getting angry, he became even more interested in the man in front of him who acted strangely and unpredictablely.
At this moment, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps, and a group of Capital Guard soldiers wearing golden robes broke in, obviously attracted by the movement here.
"Lord Petyr, this is...
The leading captain looked at the scene in front of him and asked Petyr respectfully.
Although he is no longer the finance minister of the Seven Kingdoms, most of the gold robes know very well that Petyr Baelish is still one of the most powerful figures in King's Landing.
He used to be in charge of the Seven Kingdoms's money bag, with connections all over the place. Not only could he easily give people wealth, but he could also make people disappear silently.
"Oh, you came just in time, Captain Geoff."
The matter was properly handled, and Littlefinger regained his signature spring-like smile.
He pointed at the knight who was kneeling on the ground and screaming in pain, and wrote lightly, "This brave Ser just drank a few more drinks and accidentally hurt himself while playing Blade Dance."
"Since you are here, please take him to see a bachelor and find the best one. All expenses will be charged to my account."
Hearing this, Geoff felt a sudden change.
Blade Dance is a gambling game widely circulated in Mercenary.
The participants spread their palms flat on the wooden table and stabbed them repeatedly with a dagger between the open fingers as quickly as possible.
This game is not only about showing off your courage and precise skills, but it is also often accompanied by high stakes.
Any slight mistake may cost you a broken finger, but it is precisely because of the extreme danger of walking on the blade that it gives it a different kind of excitement and is highly respected in certain circles.
But it's obvious that even the stupidest Mercenary can't hurt his palm in Blade Dance. At most, it will just cut off the fingers.
What's more, under normal circumstances, knights rely on their status and will not participate in this kind of game.
But now that Petyr has spoken, Geoff doesn't ask any more questions. After all, he doesn't need to know the truth, he only needs to execute the order.
"Yes, sir."
He nodded in agreement and then waved to his subordinates.
"Take him out."
Two golden robes immediately stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, to pick up the knight who was still moaning in pain, and dragged him away from the scene.
As soon as the golden robes left the scene, Ellaria Shad couldn't wait to walk up, wrapped his arms around Oberyn's neck like a water snake, and kissed him passionately.
Oberyn also responded fiercely and began to bite each other as if no one else was watching.
I have to say that the Dornish people are bold and bold.
As a brothel owner, Petyr seemed to be used to it. He still kept a smile on his face and bowed slightly to the two of them, "Your Highness, it is really my fault for disturbing your enjoyment."
"Please allow me to arrange a more comfortable and clean room for you, and call a few girls to dispel the previous unhappiness, hoping to make up for your loss tonight."
After saying that, he was about to turn around and take a step forward.
But he found that Corleone beside him was still standing firmly in place, showing no intention of leaving with him.
"My lord?"
Petyr asked doubtfully.
At this time, Oberyn, who was entangled with Ellaria, also took time out of his busy schedule to glance at Corleone.
A trace of amusement flashed across his narrow black eyes, he raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "Why, are you reluctant to leave, Vito·Corleone."
"Want to join us? It doesn't matter, I don't mind. At least as long as you are good-looking enough, I can accept it whether you are a man or a woman."
As he spoke, he grinned, showing his dark yellow teeth.
This too straightforward invitation made Corleone's mouth twitch slightly.
Although he has seen his predecessor before, and the knowledge given by [Bed Technique Lv3] makes him no stranger to men and women, he can even be said to be very good at it.
But the Dornish people's bold and unrestrained style of putting it on the bright side and not caring about it still made him feel a bit of cultural shock from a foreign land.
However, Corleone quickly regained his composure. "Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness, but I am not too enthusiastic about this.
"In my opinion, the so-called meaning between men and women often starts with "embarrassing" and ends up with "really boring"."
Upon hearing this, Oberyn was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard some novel theory.
He smoothly pulled away the cool gauze on her shoulders, revealing her toned body like a leopard.
"Really boring?"
Oberyn pointed at Ellaria, his tone full of provocation. "Look carefully, this wonderful body, this fire-like vitality, tell me, this is boring"?
This almost barbaric display left Corleone speechless.
He realized that discussing love with the Dornish people who believed in instant gratification was tantamount to playing the piano to an ox.
Ignoring the tempting sight, Corleone's eyes fell calmly on Oberyn's face. "Your mistress is extremely charming, Your Highness, I do not deny this."
"But for me, all I care about is business."
"Business?" Oberyn's eyes gradually became serious, as if he was aroused by his words.
"That's right." Corleone nodded affirmatively, without squinting, as if Ellaria didn't exist.
He took a step forward calmly, pulled up a chair, and sat firmly opposite Oberyn. His hands were gently folded on his knees, and his eyes were honest and profound. "I believe that we can become friends of value to each other, Your Highness."
"And now, I want to discuss a business deal with you that can realize the "value" of both of us."