The woman looked at the High Sparrow blankly, not understanding what he meant.
"Take off your clothes!"
The High Sparrow did not speak, but Deputy beside him shouted coldly and loudly, "Take off the clothes of a prostitute and take off the dirty silk that you exchanged for your body."
"Expose your sinful body for purification!"
As soon as these words came out, the woman's face instantly turned pale.
She looked around and saw hundreds of pairs of eyes - curious, contemptuous, numb, and expectant...
The hands that held the child tightly could not help but tremble, and when he raised his head, what came into view was the still compassionate face of the High Sparrow.
"Removing impurity is the first step in washing away sin."
He spoke calmly, but his voice was full of unquestionable flavor. "Only by erasing the sins on your body first can we remove the filth flowing in her blood."
These merciless words broke down a woman's last line of defense.
Trembling, she gently placed the semi-conscious child on the relatively clean stone slab next to her, then stood up and touched the laces of her skirt with her fingers.
The silk dress slipped down. She had done this action thousands of times, but this was the first time for her to do so in front of hundreds of people.
The late autumn wind blew across the square, causing goosebumps to appear on my naked body.
She has a good figure, well-shaped, and no signs of malnutrition. It seems that her business is not bad on weekdays. However, there are some obvious scars on her chest and lower body, which proves that this business is not easy.
She crossed her arms with her chest, lowered her head, and her long hair hung down to cover her face, but it could not hide her trembling.
"Look at everyone!"
At this time, Deputy scolded again, "Look up! Look at those eyes polluted by your sins!"
The woman raised her head obediently, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Now."
The High Sparrow then looked straight into her eyes, and his calm voice sounded again, "Tell me your sins, every one of them."
"I listen, and so do they, and so does God."
The woman, who was on the verge of collapse, just opened her mouth mechanically, but not a single sound came out of her throat.
"Say!"
Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted, I don't know who it was, but under his leadership, more and more people began to urge, with an excited look on their faces. "We are all waiting!"
"Say it!"
"Repent!"
"For your children!"
Human beings all follow the herd, and the initial curiosity and contempt gradually turned into collective pressure.
Those few people who might have sympathized with her now began to shout in the crowd, as if this could prove that they were more "pure".
Under such pressure, the woman finally said submissively, "I... I am a prostitute...
"I'm picking up customers at Red Sparrow Nest... with a man... I...
She really couldn't talk anymore and could only cry.
"Not enough."
Deputy shook his head, his voice getting colder and colder. "Such a perfunctory description cannot win God's forgiveness!"
"How many times do you need to be specific? What kind of man is he? How much did he charge?"
"Every detail is a measure of sin. You must measure it clearly to know how much repentance is needed to offset it!"
As soon as these words came out, Corleone felt Yego beside him move.
"I want to kill him right now, my blood."
Yego's voice revealed pure murderous intent. "That damn Goat, how dare you call such a happy thing a sin!"
Hearing this, Corleone couldn't help but glance at him.
Your kid's brain circuit... is indeed a bit strange.
At this time, under repeated pressure from Deputy, the woman had almost chosen to accept the reality and began to tell the most unbearable details.
And the people around him listened with increasing interest. In the same miserable life, the degradation and shame of others seemed to have become a form of entertainment.
Finally, when she mentioned the fifth "guest", Deputy raised her hand to stop her.
"That's enough."
"Now, accept the second step of purification."
Then he turned to the crowd and said loudly, "The seven gods taught us to spit on our sins and use your saliva to wash away the filth on her body."
The crowd hesitated.
But Deputy ignored it and took the lead in taking a bite.
Once there is a leader, the next step is the second and third.
More and more people are joining, even some women, maybe they feel that in this way they can draw a clear line with this "degenerate".
The woman stood there with her eyes closed and her body shaking violently.
She stretched out her hand without wiping it, but just endured it silently.
But people seemed to be getting more and more aggressive, and many people even stepped forward and beat the woman, until she fell to her knees with a fist.
Deputy looked at all this with satisfaction, and felt a hungry and perverted feeling in his heart.
The High Sparrow remained calm, with no change in his compassionate face. He waited until everyone had vented their emotions before calling out loudly.
"That's enough."
The big sparrow was the authority, and all the people's movements suddenly stopped and dispersed, leaving only the embarrassed woman lying in the crowd.
Then she raised her head, and a bowl of steaming soup came into view. "You can pray for blessings for your child."
"For the sake of your sincere repentance."
The woman's expression had long been numb, but the moment she saw the decoction, her eyes still flashed with light, as if she had been saved at this moment.
Raising his hand with difficulty, he was about to pick it up...
"She doesn't need gifts."
A voice suddenly sounded, ruining this extremely "pious" scene.
The woman's movements paused, and then everyone's eyes turned to the source of the sound.
I saw two people walking out of the shadows, walking at a slow pace.
A dark gray hooded robe covered the leader from head to toe. The shadow covered the upper half of his face, leaving only his cold chin exposed.
Following his pace, the hem of the robe swayed back and forth without any sloppiness.
The most disturbing thing was that he seemed to exude an invisible sense of oppression. As he passed by, everyone involuntarily took half a step back, as if he did not enter the square, but the square automatically made room for him.
The High Sparrow's usually peaceful eyes narrowed slightly. This man had just appeared, but after years of hard training, he felt a little threatened.
The woman kneeling on the ground didn't know why, she only knew that the soup containing hope was gone, and she opened her mouth in despair.
She didn't dare to look up and could only see a pair of boots stopped in front of her.
Then, a piece of warm cloth fell on his shoulders.
"Stand up."
The voice is not high, very cold, hard and clear.
The woman raised her head blankly, a pair of dark eyes came into view, and her lips were neither thin nor thick.
"No kneeling."
After saying that, he no longer looked at her, but continued to move forward, heading straight in the direction of the High Sparrow.
"Stop!"
Only then did Deputy react, pointing at Corleone and scolding. "Who allowed you to interrupt the judgment of the Seven Gods?"
Corleone's footsteps stopped and faced the terrace.
"I'm a the Doctor."
Looking at the High Sparrow, the other person looked back with the same look. The corners of his mouth raised slightly. "Not a liar."
"Arrogant!" Deputy's face turned red instantly. "How dare you blaspheme...
"The child has pneumonia."
Corleone raised his voice and interrupted him, "Or bronchitis, but given that the suprasternal fossa and intercostal muscles are depressed when she breathes, I am more inclined to pneumonia."
"The cause may be bacterial infection, or it may be viral infection combined with bacterial infection, but it is definitely not...
The so-called sin."
His voice spread to every corner of the square, and Deputy's face became uglier every time he spoke a professional word.
People looked at each other in confusion. They didn't understand, but they could feel that what this man who suddenly appeared said sounded very powerful.
"What are you talking about?"
Deputy became angry, pointed at Corleone and angrily shouted, "This is the Seven Gods'...
"The Seven Gods cannot heal."
But Corleone interrupted him again and turned to face the crowd, "Seven Gods don't know how to dispense medicine, how to auscultate, and how to determine the type of infection."
"What can cure diseases is knowledge and medicine. This child does not need his mother to be insulted in public, does not need to be spit on, and does not need to listen to a bunch of nonsense about sin!"
As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly started to commotion.
Some people began to whisper among themselves, but no one dared to express any opinions first, because they were just civilians... No, not even civilians.
Although the clothes on Corleone don't look luxurious, their unusual aura seems to indicate at all times - I'm not easy to mess with!
Seeing that the prestige he had finally built up was beginning to waver, the High Sparrow finally couldn't sit still.
He stared at Corleone and said tentatively, "Who are you?"
At this moment, a cloud happened to drift by, blocking the sunlight, and then was quickly blown away by the wind.
The sunlight poured down again, completely exposing part of Corleone's body to the sunlight, while the other side was shrouded in shadow.
Half light, half dark.
In this moment of light and shadow, he spoke:
...Vito·Corleone."
As soon as these words came out, the High Sparrow's pupils suddenly shrank slightly.
He had heard of this name, the new Power Broker that had been circulating in Flea Bottom in recent days, and established an underground organization called "Black Hand Mafia".
But rumors are one thing, seeing him in person is another.
And... why did this guy come here?
"Uncle Al Capone...
At this moment, an inaudible voice sounded from the crowd, it was Little Tomi.
This kid looked at Corleone in disbelief, as if he couldn't combine the person in front of him with the famous Vito·Corleone in Flea Bottom.
But Corleone just grinned at him, and then shouted loudly, "You heard me right, my name... is Vito·Corleone!"
"From today on, House of Order in Flea Bottom will open a free porridge shack and Clinic!"
"Black Hand Mafia will provide food and medical care to everyone who needs it. No need to kneel down, no need to repent, no need to take off your clothes, and no need to drink poison that can make you hallucinate!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the barrel of brown medicinal soup. "Yes, that is not a gift from God at all, but a poison that is addictive and destroys the body!"
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in Fishermen's Square.
"Poison?"
"Isn't it possible?"
"But... I feel good after drinking it...
"He said it was a hallucination...
"Free food? And you can also help us see a doctor, is it true?"
People looked at the bucket of medicine in disbelief, and the voices of discussion were no longer suppressed.
Seeing this situation, the High Sparrow's eyes finally changed.
No matter who the other party is, it is obvious that the system he has worked so hard to build is being dismantled by this man who suddenly appears.
The other party was obviously looking for trouble.
"Deport these blasphemers!"
He knew very well how to save the situation, and without any intention of arguing, he directly issued big orders to the Faith Protectorss.
The dozen or so Faith Protectorss around them immediately took action, and the sticks in their wide sleeve robes fell into their hands, and they surrounded the two Corleones.
Faced with being surrounded by more than a dozen people, Corleone did not panic at all. Instead, he continued to shout loudly, "Become Corleone's friend or enemy. Whether you want to stand or kneel, you choose for yourself."
"But you only get one chance..."
Then, he winked at Yego.
Dothraki Warrior grinned, revealing a heartfelt smile.
Finally... it's time to go on a killing spree!
He did not flinch, but instead took the initiative to rush forward and rush into the crowd, forcefully caught at least two Wooden Clubs that were knocking at him, and then drew a dagger from his lower back.
Poof!
One sword, slit the throat.
Then he stabbed with his backhand, piercing the lung of the person behind him.
Then he pulled it out, raised it above his head and struck down hard, directly cutting off half of someone's head. The exposed bones were dazzlingly white in the sun.
"Roar!!!!"
Beating his chest hard, the Dothraki Warrior, who had been suppressed for a long time, killed three people in just an instant!
On the other hand, if Yego's fighting style is open and close, then Corleone is as precise as if he is performing surgery.
There is almost no trace of the swing of the short sword in his hand. The enemy pounces, falls, pounces again, and falls again without any unnecessary movement.
He doesn't need to cut off the neck, he just penetrates between the ribs to cause a pneumothorax, and the enemy will suffocate and collapse.
He doesn't need to cut off his hands and feet, he just cuts off the ulnar nerve or radial nerve, and the hand becomes useless.
Achilles tendon, artery...
[Basic Swordsmanship Lv3]+[Insight Lv3+[Surgery Lv3], making every move he makes flawless, accurately catching all flaws and hitting the most vulnerable parts of the human body.
This was a massacre similar to an anatomy experiment. Every fallen enemy was twitching, but they were all alive.
Screaming, but can clearly feel that his life is passing by.
But when the fifth enemy fell, the blood on his dagger was not even as much as Yego's body.
Less than half a minute passed between the first Faith Protectors rushing over and the last one trying to escape being kicked from behind by Yego, whose spine was broken.
Ten people were cutting people, and they all fell down.
"Ah oh oh oh"~~~
Yego was covered in blood, his chest was heaving, his eyes were burning with Fang Fen after the killing, and he let out a strange cry.
This is a Dothraki custom after hunting.
But suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the High Sparrow walking quickly towards an alley surrounded by several people.
"He's going to run!"
Yego roared angrily, threw his dagger forward and killed one person, and then wanted to chase him.
But immediately, five or six Faith Protectors rushed to stop him.
Maybe it's because they are too religious, maybe they know they are doomed, but if the High Sparrow can escape, at least their family can still be taken care of.
"Ah!!!"
He roared to the sky angrily, then punched Ren Bao, the enemy who was rushing towards him, snatched away the stick and beat him randomly.
But after this delay, the figure of the High Sparrow had disappeared deep into the alley.
At this time, Corleone got rid of Faith Protectors who was entangled in him for the last time, then quickly stepped forward and killed the people surrounding Yego in a few strokes.
"Can't catch up."
Seeing that Yego wanted to chase after him, he shook his head. "They are more familiar with us here."
But Corleone didn't seem to feel sorry for being ugly. Instead, he patted his shoulder and said something Yego couldn't understand, "It doesn't matter."
"Let the bullet... fly for a while longer."
Hearing this, Yego threw the stick on the ground in annoyance, turned around, and stared at the man standing on the stage with his blood-red eyes.
High Sparrow's Deputy.
The boy seemed frightened to the point of peeing, his legs were shaking, and the High Sparrow did not take him with him when he retreated.
"The Seven Gods will punish you...
Seeing Yego staring at him with red eyes, he sat down on the ground and cursed with great fear, "You... these blasphemers... your souls will be forever corrupted...
Yego didn't let him finish.
He snatched the dagger from Corleone's hand, jumped onto the terrace, grabbed the guy's hair and dragged him to the edge of the wooden platform.
The dagger fell straight down, stabbing the beggar's chest and then slashing upward, breaking his ribs.
Deputy's scream lasted less than a second.
Yego's hand reached into the open chest, groped for a while, and then suddenly pulled out a... heart!
The bloody, warm heart was even beating in his hands!
The square was already in chaos.
The crowd fled in all directions, but many people did not run far and watched from a safe distance.
At this time, seeing Yego's actions, everyone opened their eyes wide and held their breath, and the square was deathly silent.
Then, under everyone's gaze, Yego raised the heart, turned around, and saw Corleone looking at him with a very strange friendship. He scratched his bag, and the blood on his hands was smeared all over his head, and he said doubtfully.
"How can you take revenge, my blood's blood?"
"Didn't you ask me to kill someone?"
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