"In a literal sense... it is indeed... no, even the literal meaning is not explained in this wayi
Looking at Yego's honest look, Corleone was silent for a few seconds, and then he smiled, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of relief in his smile.
"Okay, you win."
He shook his head, turned around, and faced the frightened, confused, and shocked faces in the square.
"Remember today!"
"Vito·Corleone of Black Hand Mafia brought justice to you, not God!"
"I repeat, kneel down and drink poison, or stand up and eat clean bread, your choice!"
"Now... go home, if you don't want to be taken away by the golden robe and blamed!"
Hearing what he said, the crowd began to disperse slowly, but many people turned around every step of the way.
Looking at the dissected corpse on the stage, looking at the Dothraki biting the heart, and... the man standing in a pool of blood but still calm.
Vito·Corleone.
They'll remember the name, at least for now.
Corleone walked up to the woman.
She was very lucky and was not affected by the previous battle. She was still holding her child and huddled on the ground wrapped in a cloak.
"Follow me."
"Your child can still be saved."
The woman looked at him, tears welling up again, and then nodded blankly and followed behind.
Yego jumped off the terrace, shook the blood off the dagger, and kept spitting. "It tastes bad, it tastes so damn bad."
"Don't eat it next time." Corleone said.
"You said you wanted to kill people and take heart."
Yego confidently said, "My heart has been ripped out. How can I know if I have killed you if I don't take a bite?"
Hearing this, Corleone took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and then let go.
"When you have time, you can teach me how to read."
"Study? Learn...
Yego wanted to refute, but was silenced by Corleone's eyes.
Two men, a woman, and a child, this strange combination walked through the fishermen's square filled with the smell of blood and walked towards Flea Bottom.
Behind them, Deputy's empty chest faced the sky, like a silent shouting mouth, still piously calling for the coming of the Seven Gods.
Deeper in the alley, the High Sparrow stopped in a hidden corner and looked back in the direction of the square.
The eyes that had been extremely peaceful for more than ten years were now burning with fire.
As if he sensed something, Corleone glanced back at the alley, said nothing, and just grinned happily.
When you come out to hang out, you have to do what you say.
It is said that killing people will destroy the heart, then we must kill people and punish the heart.
Of course, it's not the Yego kind, but the real one...
Murder and heart-wrenching!
King's Landing at noon is like a huge steamer, and even in late autumn it seems a bit sultry.
But Brienne was wearing heavy armor and didn't seem to feel hot at all. Her armored boots made a dull sound on the stone road, just like her mood.
Too bad.
Loras Tyrell Ser was a good man who believed her account of Renly's death and freed her.
What worried her was Sansa Stark. There was something very wrong with that girl.
When Brienne found Sansa and mentioned Lady Catelyn and her promise to take her back to her mother, Sansa just shook her head slightly.
"I want to marry Loras Ser." She said, her expression was quite happy at that time, and she showed a smile, "We will go to Highgarden, there is no winter in Highgarden."
But when she mentioned her beheaded father, Sansa's tone was as calm as if she was talking about yesterday's weather.
"Father has committed treason." She said, her blue eyes showing no emotion. "King Joffrey is the legitimate monarch."
This kind of mechanical obedience makes Brienne a little creepy.
Breathing the air of King's Landing, Brienne's mood became increasingly depressed.
Free.
But so what?
Renly died, Arya was kidnapped by the Hound, and Sansa refused to leave.
The task delivered by Mrs. Catelyn is tantamount to failure.
Standing in the square outside the Red Keep, Brienne once again felt extremely confused.
Where should she go?
Reply to Tarth?
She didn't want to get married at her father's urging, or face those tribesmen who would never understand her.
"Go find Corleone."
James's voice echoed in his ears, "He will find something for you to do. At least, he won't let you be bored enough to join the Sisters."
Somehow, Brienne stepped into Flea Bottom.
"Did you hear that?"
"That Corleone killed seven monks in Fishermen's Square the day before yesterday!"
"What seven? I heard it was seventy!"
"Shit, there are obviously seven hundred of them, the blood is so bloody that the Blackwater River is dyed red!"
Many people were talking, buzzing in Brienne's ears like flies.
She had a hot temper and immediately grabbed a man by the collar and asked, "Why did you say bad things about Corleone!"
"No... I'm not talking nonsense!"
The man was frightened. He had never seen a woman who was taller, stronger, and wearing armor than a man.
"My cousin saw with his own eyes that the devil next to him dug out the monk's heart and ate him alive. If you don't believe me, you can ask other people!"
Hearing this, Brienne glared at him suspiciously, but finally let go of him and continued angrily.
But the further she walked in, the deeper her frown deepened.
Because every time I walk through an alley, the version I hear becomes more exaggerated.
What Corleone forces fishermen to pay protection fees, and those who don't pay will chop off their fingers, and provide people with witchcrafted bread, and after eating it, they will become his slaves.
What's more, they even said that Corleone cracked open the baby's skull to suck out the marrow in front of everyone!
Fuck you!
Brienne shook her head repeatedly, knowing that these rumors were most likely exaggerated.
Corleone is cold, shrewd, and unscrupulous, but he is not as cruel and violent as they say, let alone a madman.
Can...
What if?
What if power corrupts him and he actually commits some crime?
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and Brienne couldn't help but speed up her pace.
Almost jogging through the last few maze-like alleys, I finally stopped in front of a three-story stone building.
House of Order.
Looking at the words on the plaque and the flying Black Hand Banner, Brienne took a deep breath.
She seemed to hear noisy sounds coming from inside, men's roars, children's screams, and... metal knocking?
Without hesitation, she pushed the door open and entered.
What comes into view is a very spacious hall, enough to accommodate hundreds of people at the same time.
Nearly a hundred simple wooden beds were arranged in three rows, and there were people lying on each bed. At least a dozen people wearing robes and Maester's chain were busy shuttling back and forth.
On the left, Brienne's eyes are attracted by a little girl about four or five years old.
She was sitting on the bed, her eyes were bright, and there was a needle stuck on the back of her left hand. Transparent liquid dripped from a glass bottle high up and flowed into her body along a hose made of special material.
As if she felt Brienne was looking at her, the little girl actually grinned and gave her an innocent smile.
"Hold him down! Rorge, didn't you fucking eat!!"
At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind the curtain, it was Corleone.
"He's biting me, this little beast bit me! Or we'd better knock him out with a brick!"
"Idiot! Then let him bite and don't let go! This kid has already taken too much medicine. If he takes more, he will become a fool!"
Dang! Dang!
Then there was a heartbreaking scream, which sounded like a child.
Brienne's blood rushed to her head.
Although I don't know what Corleone is doing, combined with the rumors I heard before, it persecutes, tortures, and abuses children!
Corleone!
She stretched her right hand towards the hilt of the sword, then released it, and decisively stepped forward to lift the curtain. "Stop!"
The sight in front of her made Brienne stunned for a moment.
Beside the heavy oak operating table, Rorge and his men were leaning over to hold down a little boy who was struggling violently.
The boy was about eight or nine years old, skinny, and his right leg was horribly twisted from the ankle.
Corleone held the boy's thigh firmly with his left hand, and held a sharp scalpel in his right hand, with the blade hanging just above the necrotic ankle.
Hearing Brienne's cry, everyone raised their heads and looked at her.
Seeing this, Corleone also turned his head in confusion.
"Haha! Brienne, that's great!"
He laughed happily and shouted quickly to Brienne: "Quick, come help me hold him down!"
"This kid is so strong, Rorge can't hold it down anymore!"
"So... you are defecting to me?"
After the operation, Corleone washed the blood on his hands and asked Brienne.
"James said you have something to do here."
She looked at the black blood and pus spattered on Corleone's surgical gown, then looked at Little Tomi who was being carried out by Rorge, and suddenly bent over. "Sorry, Corleone, I just...
"Heard those rumors?"
To Brienne's surprise, Corleone guessed what she wanted to say and waved her hand indifferently.
"You know, but why...
","Follow me."
Corleone did not answer immediately, but walked out of the operating room first.
He came to the little girl who was getting an intravenous drip and touched her head. "This is Lysa, pneumonia, high fever for five days."
"If she hadn't borrowed these things from that old guy Pycelle, she would have died last night.
Saying that, Corleone asked gently, "Where is mom?"
The little girl rubbed his hand affectionately, her throat still hoarse. "She went to work."
"... at the porridge shop."
Corleone smiled and pointed to the little boy who fainted from the pain just now, "Little Tomi, he broke his leg earlier, but those monks only gave him hallucinogens mixed with poison."
"I can't feel the pain, but it also delays the treatment."
"You can also see that the ankle joint is completely necrotic and the bones are almost rotten. If the sole of the foot is not removed, even life will be lost."
"And I can't give him medicine because he has eaten too much before and I can't control the dosage at all. It will damage his head and make him a fool even after he is cured."
"There is also the wife of the old shoemaker Har and the daughter of Lel.
He kept pointing at the patients on the bed and knew each of their names by heart, and the person he pointed to also bowed sincerely to Corleone.
"In the past three months, the guy called the High Sparrow has used his God's Gift to comfort "at least twenty children who could have been saved."
"He calls it the Mercy of the Seven, but I call it murder."
Brienne was silent. She thought of what she had heard along the way - the persecution of monks, poaching of hearts, demons. It turned out... they were all rumors!
"What do you need me to do?" she finally asked, the expression on her face becoming firm. "I can help you arrest all those who spread rumors. James gave me this, and I can't let him down!"
As she spoke, she patted the "Oathkeeper sword" on her waist.
Hearing this, Corleone just smiled, "Sometimes when a mouse appears in your house, don't rush to kill it, but give it some sweetness."
"When it returns to its nest and tells the whole family that there is something to eat here and it is very safe...
"We can catch them all in one fell swoop."
With that said, Corleone opened the window, looked at the clean streets outside, and spread his hands if he pointed out. "Welcome to House of Order, Miss Brienne."
"Here, good people sometimes have to learn to do bad things."
He paused and looked back into her eyes. "Are you willing?"