This strange combination makes people wonder, but judging from the respectful attitude of the five strong men towards the old woman, it is obvious that the old woman is their leader.
Redd knows nothing about this old woman and has no interest in guessing her identity or purpose.
He sat down on the chair, without concealing his dissatisfaction, and asked straight to the point, "What kind of explanation are you going to give me? Just tell me what you have to say."
If your explanation doesn't satisfy me, then you'd better think clearly about the possible consequences. I don't want to see that you can't afford it."
His tone was stiff, without any courtesy or tact, and he looked completely businesslike.
Facing Redd's questioning, the old woman's wrinkled face showed no signs of fluctuation, but her eyes looked extremely deep, as if she could understand everything.
Just listen to her saying slowly, "We have worked tirelessly to come from afar. Are you not willing to give us even the most basic Guest Right?"
Redd simply doesn't want to waste time and energy arguing about this kind of thing.
The so-called Guest Right was originally a rule that nobles had to abide by by default, but he had never treated these people as real guests, so naturally he didn't care about these so-called rules.
Therefore, he said directly without hesitation, "First explain clearly what you can give.
If I feel dissatisfied, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave this island easily."
When the old woman heard Redd's obviously threatening words, her eyes were instantly shrouded in coldness. She was obviously angered by Redd's tough attitude.
However, even though her heart was filled with anger, the old woman was also a person who had experienced the world after all. She still suppressed her anger and said in a low and serious voice:
"I am Princess Marais Martell of Dorne. During this period of time, we have conducted a new and in-depth investigation of what happened in the north, and now we have found out everything clearly."
As she spoke, the old woman slowly took out a rather special-looking gold coin from her arms, and then carefully placed it gently on the table.
Then, she paused for a moment, as if she was sorting out her thoughts, and then continued, "In fact, the person who assassinated you was not Prince of Dorne, but a Faceless Men in disguise.
Moreover, according to the intelligence we currently have, the assassination operations against you have not stopped. I believe it won't be long before those Faceless Men will definitely attack you again."
Redd slowly stretched out his hand and carefully picked up the gold coins on the table.
The moment his fingertips touched the gold coin, a heavy feeling came through his skin, as if this small gold coin carried a huge weight.
He placed the gold coin in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully. The gold coin was extremely hard in texture, with a surface as smooth as a mirror, without any flaws.
The head of Many-Faced God is engraved on the front. It is a mysterious figure with a blurred face and a mask, giving people an unfathomable feeling.
Redd turned over the gold coin and saw a line of text engraved on the back that he had never seen before.
These words are twists and turns, like a maze, making people confused.
Redd already believed 70% of what Princess Dorne said.
However, he will not give up so easily.
He snorted coldly, stared at Princess Dorne sharply, and said, "You want me to believe you with just one gold coin?
Even if Prince of Dorne was not present at the time, those who ambush were all Dornish, don't tell me this has nothing to do with you."
After hearing Redd's words, Princess Dorne was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking about how to respond.
After a while, she slowly said, "We can provide corresponding compensation to resolve this grudge.
There is no deep enmity between you and me, and presumably you can see that someone is clearly behind this matter."
Redd's right hand kept rubbing the gold coin engraved with Many-Faced God. The gold coin rolled back and forth in his hand, making a crisp sound.
He stared at the gold coin, as if he could see the truth hidden behind it.
Princess Dorne's proposal echoed in his mind, and there seemed to be some deep meaning hidden in her words.
However, Redd is not a person who trusts others easily.
He knows that in this world full of power struggles and conspiracies, everyone may have their own purposes and motives.
According to the logical inference of "whoever profits the most is the most suspect" known in the previous life, House Targaryen is the most suspect.
Before the assassination incident, Prince of Dorne obviously intended to lure him to Dorne. Such a result was obviously something House Targaryen did not want to see.
From this point of view, House Targaryen not only had the motivation to take action, but also obtained the most beneficial results for them afterwards.
Redd's brows frowned slightly, and he began to re-examine the entire incident.
If House Targaryen is really behind the scenes, what is their purpose?
Is it to prevent him from cooperating with Dorne, or are there other deeper reasons?
He threw up and caught the gold coin in his hand, making a crisp sound, which was particularly loud in the silent room.
Redd's thoughts drifted with the rise and fall of gold coins, and he was thinking about what to do next.
Finally, he decided to give Dorne a chance, and at the same time give himself a chance to uncover the mystery.
He raised his head and said with firm eyes, "House Martell If you can come up with one million Gold Dragon as compensation, I will no longer pursue this matter.
Otherwise, I don't mind making House Targaryen's knife and starting a war against Dorne."
Princess Dorne's wrinkled old face originally maintained some dignity and reserve, but when she heard Redd's words, her face instantly turned red, as if ignited by an uncontrollable anger.
She stood up suddenly, her body trembling slightly, and slapped her palms hard on the table, making a crisp sound.
The tea cups and documents on the table were shaken, showing the extreme anger in her heart at this moment.
"You are threatening me House Martell!"
Princess Dorne's voice was full of anger and unwillingness. She widened her eyes and stared at Redd, "Don't think that we will be afraid if you have three dragons!"
However, in the face of the anger of Princess Dorne, Redd seemed extremely calm.
His tone was light and airy, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing, without any disturbance.