When Oberyn heard this, a glimmer of interest flashed in his narrow eyes.
He motioned to Ellaria in his arms to calm down, and he adjusted himself to a more comfortable position, looking at Corleone leisurely, and motioned him to continue with his eyes.
Seeing this, Corleone slowly elaborated. "I plan to build an unprecedented Free Fighting Arena on the edge of Flea Bottom!"
As soon as these words came out, Oberyn couldn't help but yawn and asked in disappointment, "Something like an arena?"
"No no...
Corleone shook his finger. "Your Highness, that is far from a simple arena."
As he spoke, his [Dignity Iv3] aura spread out quietly, opened his arms, and said loudly with a very contagious voice, "What I am going to build is a city that never sleeps standing on the banks of the Blackwater River, a comprehensive entertainment palace!"
"There are no rules there, only winning and losing. Knights, Mercenary, savages, and even beggars, as long as you have enough strength and courage, you can win everything here!"
As he spoke, he changed the topic. "It's not just about fighting, the most luxurious hotel in the Seven Kingdoms will be built there.
Hire the best chefs to provide customers with the best service."
"Of course, there is also a luxurious casino where nobles and wealthy businessmen can spend huge sums of money."
Corleone tapped his fingers lightly on the table, as if gold coins were jingling. "From the chess game of Braavos to the dice of Dorne, all imaginable gambling methods will be provided here, and I personally guarantee absolute fairness."
"By then, it will not only become the center of desire and consumption in Westeros, but will also transcend the Narrow Sea and become the most luxurious, exciting, and most powerful... legendary place that connects Essos and Westeros!"
This provocative description made the interest in Oberyn's eyes grow stronger.
He is a person who likes novelty, excitement and breaking the rules. Otherwise, as a majestic Prince of Dorne, he would not have gone to the other side of the Narrow Sea to work as a hired servant for several years. Mercenary
Although some of this was because he slept with Eron Wood Earl's mistress, and poisoned his weapon in the duel, killing old Earl, so he had to run away.
Corleone's description was right to his liking.
However, Oberyn still remained vigilant and pursed his lips slightly. "It sounds like a place that can make people's blood boil."
"But... what does this have to do with me, Vito·Corleone?"
Knowing that the key was coming, Corleone sat up straight and looked directly at Oberyn, his tone full of just the right amount of praise, "That's the problem, Your Highness."
"No matter how gorgeous the stage is, it still needs matching stars to light it up."
"On the opening day, I need Warrior, who is famous and powerful enough to shock the whole audience and ignite everyone's enthusiasm, to be the opening performer and set the tone here."
"Looking around the Seven Kingdoms, who has a more famous name and more superb martial arts skills than the Red Viper of Dorne, Prince Oberyn Martell?"
These words, which were almost flattering, tickled Oberyn's itch precisely.
He has always had absolute confidence in his own strength and charm, so instead of feeling that Corleone is hypocritical, he actually nodded his head very helpfully, as if he was acknowledging an obvious fact.
"You are very honest, Your Excellency."
Oberyn grinned. "But why should I help you stand up? What real benefits does this have for me?"
Hearing this, Corleone showed a confident smile on his face.
"As you can see, I am a the Doctor first and foremost."
He pointed to the blood stains on the table and said, "You must have seen some of my tricks."
"And I happened to hear that your brother, Prince Doran Martell, has been suffering from gout. He has even been unable to walk and has been trapped in a wheelchair for many years."
"If you are willing to agree to my request, come and perform at the opening of Fighting Arena."
"Then, in return, after the incident in King's Landing is over, I am willing to personally accompany you to Sunspear, and do my best to personally treat Prince Doran."
As soon as these words came out, the lazy look on Oberyn's face completely disappeared.
Brother Doran's illness is not a secret, many people know it, and therefore he rarely meets guests in person, not wanting to expose his weakness in front of others.
However, Oberyn did not believe that anyone could cure it.
"I said that I studied in Old Town Academy for several years, the Doctor."
He sneered, not hiding the doubt and disdain in his tone. "I got six necklaces, and the doctors all praised my talent, but because of this, I also know the boundaries of medicine."
"Gout... is a curse of the gods. There is no cure, only relief."
"Over the years, we have searched for my brother from bachelors, doctors, monks, and even witches in the Seven Kingdoms and even the Free Cities, but we have been unable to do anything."
"You... why should I trust you?"
Faced with this doubt, Corleone did not panic, but calmly presented an irrefutable example.
"Jaime Lannister Ser."
He clearly mentioned a name: "After he escaped from Riverrun, his right hand was cut off at the wrist. When I got to know him, the wound was soaked in mud, horse dung and dirty blood for three full days."
As he spoke, Corleone stared into Oberyn's eyes and asked word for word, "Your Highness, with the knowledge you gained in the academy, you should be very clear about what the chances are for a mortal to survive in that situation?"
"Infection and high fever are enough to kill anyone within ten days, even those as strong as cattle are completely unlikely to survive.
"But now, not only is he alive and well, his wounds have healed neatly, and he can even start practicing Left-hand sword."
"This is enough to prove that my skills are completely different from those of quack doctors!"
"And...
Seeing that the look in Oberyn's eyes began to loosen slightly, Corleone struck while the iron was hot. "You should know very well that I am a the Doctor and not a lunatic."
"In this world, no one except a madman dares to easily deceive you, Prince Oberyn Martell."
These words were supported by hard facts and mixed with clever flattery of Oberyn's majesty.
The red viper from Dorne fell silent.
Yes, he did hear that the regicide had his right hand cut off, but he didn't know what kind of bad circumstances it was under.
If it is true what the person in front of me said, then Corleone's Medicine may really be far superior to everyone else.
After all, even the most elite bachelor cannot heal a broken arm that has been infected to that extent.
"You saved Jaime Lannister's life."
But just when everyone thought that for the sake of his brother's health, the Dorne prince would agree to this mission, Oberyn suddenly spoke coldly.
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere that had eased slightly due to the transaction proposed by Corleone instantly froze.
"You saved the regicide!"
He growled, grabbed the dagger that was still dripping with blood on the table, and drove it into the table. "Do you know, what I hate most in my life is Lannister, every one of them!"
As he said that, he stared at Corleone and said word by word, "If you want me to help you, I can."
"Just as Petyr Baelish said just now, let's have a Blade Dance"!"
"If you win, I will not only agree to your request, but also promise to have a good fight on Fighting Arena. No matter who the opponent is, I will achieve the final victory!"
"But if you lose...
Oberyn leaned forward, almost touching Corleone's face, and his voice was full of threats. "I will cut off your right hand with my own hands, and then I will see with my own eyes how you, the Doctor, show off your superb Medicine and connect it!"
As soon as these words came out, there was a dead silence in the room, and even Ellaria stopped smiling.
She knew Oberyn too well, and there was no way this tone was a joke.
Hearing this, Corleone felt speechless.
The Dornish Red Viper's brain circuit is truly amazing!
I don't even think about it, if he really loses and his right hand is crippled, how can he still show off Medicine? And treat his gout?
Although at present, [Surgery Iv3] is indeed not enough to cure this disease, which is a difficult disease even in modern times, but if it can be upgraded to Iv4, he has at least a 60-70% chance of significantly improving Prince Doran's quality of life.
After all, gout is an inflammatory disease caused by the deposition of sodium urate crystals in joints. Once it reaches Iv4, he can master joint puncture and minimally invasive cleaning techniques.
But the prerequisite for all this is that he must have a pair of intact and dexterous hands!
Just when the room fell into silence, Petyr on the side seemed to have just recovered from the shock and hurriedly said, "Please don't be impulsive, Lord Corleone!"
"Blade Dance" is too dangerous, you will be injured if you are not careful. You are Chief Intelligence Officer of the Small Council personally appointed by the King's Hand, and you have a heavy responsibility!"
"If I accidentally hurt my right hand, how can I serve Lord Tywin and maintain order in King's Landing?"
"Please think carefully!"
His face was full of worry, and his voice was extremely anxious, as if he was really thinking about Corleone.
However, Corleone instantly saw through his thoughts and couldn't help but glance at Petyr, sneering in his heart.
This bastard is just adding fuel to the fire!
As soon as Oberyn finished saying that he hated Lannister the most, he couldn't wait to emphasize that he was "appointed by Tywin himself"
of.
This is clearly forcing Oberyn to take out his anger towards Lannister on himself, which is very heartbreaking!
Just wait, wait and see, sooner or later I will show you what Black Hand Mafia's work style is!
Seeing Corleone looking at him, Petyr also sneered in his heart.
Ke's extremely inflammatory description just now had already made him jealous and vigilant deep in his heart.
He has worked hard to manage Silk Street for many years before building it into King's Landing's leading comprehensive network integrating erotica, intelligence and secret transactions.
But Corleone's few understatement outlines a blueprint that is ten times or a hundred times the size of his industry. This is no longer a simple competition. This is to completely subvert King's Landing's entertainment and gray industry structure and marginalize Petyr Baelish!
Are you kidding me?
Sure enough, as Petyr finished speaking, Oberyn looked at Corleone with even colder eyes, full of sarcasm. "I see...
"You are not only the savior of the Kingslayer, but also Tywin Lannister's dog."
"I serve the Iron Throne, Your Highness, that's a fact."
Facing Oberyn's hostile gaze, Corleone's expression remained calm, and he responded clearly, "But this does not conflict with the respect I expressed to you and the deal I proposed, does it?"
"Since you want to play a game...
, said, with everyone watching, Corleone directly stretched out his hand, firmly grasped the dagger handle deeply embedded in the table, and pulled it out suddenly!
The metal made a crisp sound as it rubbed against the wood.
Corleone held the dagger skillfully, made a crisp sword in the air, and gently placed it in the middle of the table with his backhand, with the tip of the knife facing him and Oberyn.
He raised his eyes, his eyes were extremely firm, and he said word by word, "Isn't it Blade Dance?"
"I Vito·Corleone took it!"