"Do you have anything else to do?"
Seeing that Corleone did not bow and leave as expected, but still stood where he was, Tywin raised his eyes slightly, flashing a trace of doubt.
Usually, after receiving an instruction, a smart person should immediately think about how to execute it instead of lingering.
And the other party is obviously not a fool.
Facing Tywin's scrutinizing gaze, Corleone didn't have any stage fright or any thoughts of beating around the bush, and said straightforwardly, "Yes, sir."
"I have another personal request that I hope to get your approval."
"Tell me about it." There was no emotion or anger in Tywin's voice.
"I promised Falyse Mrs. Stokeworth to find a respectable position in the City Guard for her husband Balman·Byrch Ser."
The air was quiet for a moment. Tywin did not respond immediately, but looked at Corleone.
He was not angry at this sudden request.
After all, in Tywin's view, people who have no desires or only act based on ideals are the most suspicious and difficult to control, such as Eddard Stark.
Only when people have desires and demands can they have weaknesses and be easy to control.
"Why don't you go find Adam Malbrand Ser?"
He looked at Corleone and asked pointedly, "He is Commander of the Capital Guard. It is not difficult for him to arrange a position."
"With your relationship with James, he shouldn't refuse."
This question was a small test. Tywin barely concealed it, and Corleone could hear it.
But there was no hesitation in his answer, and his voice was very clear and firm. "I work for you, my lord, not for Adam Malbrand Ser."
These words were frank and direct, making it very clear that he would not go beyond Tywin to find anyone else. This was a sign of respect for his authority.
"Haha... interesting."
As soon as these words came out, Tywin, who had been stern for many years, actually laughed out loud with joy.
Corleone There was a faint trace of surprise in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down.
Seeing that he was a little confused, Tywin explained, "Mrs. Tanda Stokeworth Earl is the aunt of Gales Earl's second wife, and she is also a distant cousin of Gales Earl himself."
"The Rosby family is declining. Once Gales Earl passes away, Rosby City... will most likely belong to House Stokeworth."
Hearing this, Corleone suddenly realized.
I didn't expect that there is such a relationship between the two families. I can only say that your circle is really chaotic.
"So..." But Tywin continued to ask, "This is the first time you have done something for me, Corleone.
"Although Ser Balman was a very good knight when he was young."
"But are you sure you want to waste this... what you usually call a favor" on an old fat man?"
Corleone was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking carefully about Tywin's words.
When he raised his head again, there was only an almost stubborn determination in his eyes. "If I can't fulfill my promise to a woman, how can I make you believe in every word I say to you and everything I promise?"
The study fell into silence again, and the fire crackled.
Tywin Lannister stared at Corleone for a long time that would have stressed an ordinary person.
Finally, the corners of his mouth moved upward slightly.
This Vito·Corleone always hit the right points when talking and doing things.
Neither humble nor arrogant, he has desires but knows how to package them with principles, he knows how to advance and retreat, and he knows how to show his value.
It may be one of the few lucky things that happened to Jaime in these years that he brought back such a person from his trip to the Riverlands.
Thinking of this, Tywin said no more. He opened the drawer of his desk and took out a blank piece of parchment with the Prime Minister's coat of arms printed on it.
"Just in time, Swen Rossby is dead."
While writing, he said, "Tomorrow morning, when the news I want to hear comes, this letter of appointment will appear on Ser Adam's desk."
The conditions are clear and the exchange is clear.
Such is the efficiency of Tywin Lannister.
"Good night, my lord."
Corleone understood it, said nothing more, bowed to Tywin again, turned and left.
Tywin's eyes did not follow Corleone's back.
He stood up, his eyes fell on the huge map of Westeros not far away, and his fingers moved, finally accurately pointing to the territory marked with the "Rosby" family emblem.
Vito·Corleone... This name was silently recited in his heart again.
He's really an interesting person.
He has the shrewdness and determination to climb up from the bottom, but he is not as vulgar and short-sighted as the ordinary nouveau riche.
If he was born into a noble family, even if he was just the second son, his achievements would probably be limitless.
This thought together inevitably evoked his most troubled thoughts.
Yes, even people like Tywin Lannister have their own troubles, and that is...
., The inheritance of House Lannister.
When he thought of his children, he frowned slightly. After all, there was really no one to worry about.
James, his eldest son.
He has been immersed in the legend of knights since he was a child, and has no interest in power, responsibility, or family continuation.
Asking him to take off his white robe would probably be more difficult than capturing ten cities. No matter how Tywin tried to persuade him, it would be of no use.
Tyrion... don't mention it.
As for Cersei.
His eldest daughter got her wish and became Queen, and now she has become Queen Mother.
Her desire and persistence for power are very much like her own, which once gave Tywin a glimmer of hope.
However, her wisdom, means and vision were completely unable to match her own inflated ambitions.
You could even say... stupid!
Thinking of Eddard Stark, Tywin still can't let it go.
They clearly captured Duke the North and had the best card among the seven the Seven Kingdomss. They were even able to force the North to surrender without even a fight, and then linked up the Riverlands and the Valley!
Of the seven the Seven Kingdoms alone, six are in charge. The remaining two brothers, Renly and Stannis, cannot make any decent waves at all!
But what did Cersei do?
She actually indulged that idiot Joffrey and chopped off Eddard Stark's head, completely pushing the North and the Riverlands into opposition to the Lannister!
In the end, he, the Duke of Casterly Rock, had to go out again to wipe their butts.
Fortunately... my butt is almost wiped clean.
Thinking of this, Tywin's eyes became cold and hard, and he opened another drawer of the desk.
There were no documents inside, only a scarlet badge lying quietly.
-Flayed Man.
Rosby City is located in the northwest of Blackwater Bay.
It is the most convenient way to reach Duskendale Town from King's Landing, almost surrounded by vast fertile fields and gentle hills.
Sept, vegetable gardens, apple orchards and barley fields can be seen everywhere here, full of abundant vitality.
In the continuous war, the Riverlands was reduced to scorched earth, and Rosby City and the neighboring Fort Stokeworth became the guarantee for maintaining the hundreds of thousands of people in King's Landing.
It is said that almost half of King's Landing's food consumption comes from these two loyal royal fiefdoms.
It is precisely because of this irreplaceable contribution that Gales Earl began to take credit for it.
He firmly believes that although he does not occupy a seat on the throne, he should have enough voice before the Iron Throne.
Therefore, when his chosen heir Swen Rossby was killed, Gales had the courage to go straight to the Iron Throne and accuse the king's hand with confidence.
At this moment, when Gales returned to Main Holdfast from the attached Small Sept, his mood was different from when he left.
After the imperial meeting, he was enveloped in a wave of resentment and could hardly breathe.
Perhaps expecting to get answers from the gods, he came to the familiar Sept and poured out his anger to the monk whom he was extremely familiar with.
But fortunately, the monk did not reprimand Gales, but comforted him with the teachings of the Seven Gods.
"Seven Gods Insight Everything, my lord."
As he walked forward, the monk's eyes, which seemed extremely focused under the candlelight, and his peaceful holy voice seemed to reappear.
"Human beings are born with sins, and living in this world is a journey of purifying sins."
"Wealth, power, health, and even kinship are all tests given or taken back by the seven God's Gift."
"The important thing is not to indulge in sadness and injustice, but to understand the divine will and make more pious devotion and refuge."
"Only unreserved devotion and the rejection of the false glory of this world can the soul approach the glory of the Seven Gods and obtain true justice."
The monk said this, his voice filled with a sense of sacred mission.
Gales felt that he did not fully understand the deeper meaning, but his mood somehow became slightly better.
Maybe I am not pious enough?
Therefore, before leaving Sept, he not only made a regular donation, but also made an additional "special donation" of one thousand Gold Dragon.
With the support of two guards, Gales Earl dragged the coughing body back to the dormitory on the top floor of the main tower of the castle.
He refused the extremely moist mistress' offer to sleep with him, he just wanted to be alone and quiet.
Lying on the big bed with heavy curtains, the fatigue of the day was intertwined with the strange calm brought by Sept at night, and his thoughts began to become active again.
Tywin Lannister is powerful, but he is not without enemies.
Perhaps you can contact several nobles who are also dissatisfied with his power, or even... go to Prince Oberyn Martell for help?
The Dornishmen would be happy to see the Lannisters defeated.
And the church, yes, that monk, he seems to have a lot of insight, maybe he can speak to the archbishop through him.
With his cloudy eyes turning in the darkness, Gales carefully considered how to make Tywin have to reconsider the characterization of Swen's death.
At least, a more "honorable" explanation must be given to the Rossby family.
But just when his mind was restless and he started to become drowsy.
Suddenly, Gales' eyes widened suddenly, and in a trance, he seemed to see a strange outline peeling off the shadow at the end of the bed, silently, like an entity spawned in a nightmare!
Fear made him want to scream and call out to the guards outside the door, whose footsteps he usually thought were too heavy.
However, a cloth with a strange smell firmly covered his mouth and nose.
Cold, damp, but not shaking.
When Gales Earl regained consciousness, he found that he was tied to a chair, and the environment in front of him was extremely familiar.
Isn't this my fucking cellar?
He struggled in panic, but his mouth was blocked and he couldn't make a sound.
Until then, a clear shadow came to Gales.
"Good evening, Gales Earl.
1
It's him!
Hearing this voice, Gales immediately opened his eyes and finally saw the person in front of him clearly.
Vito·Corleone!
The hateful commoners who exonerated Jaime Lannister that afternoon in front of the Iron Throne!
But at this moment, he had already taken off his gorgeous coat and was only wearing a dark lining with his cuffs rolled up, like a craftsman, or...Butcher.