Chapter 156 Little Devil
"Sir Wu Fude, sign this contract. The five thousand golden dragons are yours. As for the remaining eight thousand golden dragons, I will pay them within three years."
In a room filled with a strong sll of spices, Samwell pushed a piece of parchnt in front of a thin and reserved man.
"Three years..." Woodford Baelish seed hesitant, "Lord Caesar, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just... I still hope that you can pay in one lump sum."
"I didn't bring so many golden dragons to King's Landing this ti." Samwell spread his hands.
"But you are the long spear champion of the martial arts tournant! The reward is a full 40,000 golden dragons! I have heard of it."
"But I have other places to spend my money." Samwell's tone turned cold, "To be honest, Sir Woodford, I don't have to buy these won's houses, just because Lord Petyr treated them well during his lifeti. My care, I just want to help his descendants, if you refuse to accept my conditions, then keep it for yourself."
Wu Fude suddenly fainted, how could he manage these won's branches? Seeing that Samwell was really threatening to leave, he hurried forward and said:
"Master Caesar, I agree, I agree to your conditions. It's just... I hope to have a guarantor... just in case..."
"Lord Varys is my guarantor." Samwell blurted out, anyway, the spider wasn't here, so he used the other's na unceremoniously.
And it was Sir Woodford who Varys helped him contact.
"Okay, okay, I'll sign the contract now." Unsuspecting, Wu Fude obediently signed on the parchnt.
Samwell nodded in satisfaction, this Baelish in front of him was much easier to deal with than Littlefinger.
"The golden dragons are all in that box, count them yourself."
"I believe in your reputation." Having said that, Wu Fude still stepped forward to open the boxes and counted them seriously.
"You count slowly, I'll sit next door."
As he spoke, Samwell got up and walked out of the room. A plump woman was waiting at the door.
She was wearing a revealing silk dress, exuding a strong fragrance, and said with a little Midsumr Islands accent:
"Lord Caesar, you will be our master from now on."
"I rember your na is Sataya, right?"
"Yes, my lord." The woman followed the baron into another room.
"You are very beautiful here." Samwell looked at the oil painting in the middle of the room depicting two won having sex, and smiled.
"Satisfying your lords is the goal I am committed to pursuing." Shataya's tone was a little seductive, "How about I call so girls and show you."
Samwell sat down on the chair and looked at the woman with calm eyes:
"If it's just to find won, do you think I need to buy so many female branches?"
"I thought you were looking for the best." Shataya chuckled.
But unfortunately, the baron didn't laugh.
Shataya also quickly restrained her smile, stepped forward a few steps, and said softly:
"I understand, Lord Caesar, the service we provided to Lord Petyr before will be provided to you in the future."
"And then provide it to Varys, right?" Samwell said coldly.
"Absolutely nothing..." Sataya hurriedly explained, but then she rembered that the baron in front of her was introduced by Varys. He must know that he was providing information for both sides at the sa ti, and then she would say later I can't even say it.
She imdiately knelt in front of Samwell, pressed her plump body against his leg, and said aggrievedly:
"Lord Caesar, we will only serve you from now on. Really, I can swear before the Seven Gods!"
Samwell reached out and pinched the woman's chin, and said indifferently:
"Your oath is worthless to . Playing around is your job, and lying is your necessary skill. Don't I know this? However, I'm different from those whore-clients outside. In front of them, if You didn't get fooled by the play you acted, at most you were scolded and you couldn't get any reward, but in front of ..."
Samwell squeezed the woman's bones with a little force:
"If you are caught by my tail, hehe, I will kill you."
Shataya felt like she had fallen into an ice cave, and the severe pain on her jaw made her tremble, but she didn't dare to make a sound.
Finally, the baron let go of the woman.
She collapsed to the ground, crawling at Samwell's feet, crying:
"Yes, my lord, I will never lie to you in the future!"
"Very well, get up." Samwell's tone slowed down.
Shataya got up cautiously, but she didn't dare to look the baron in the eyes anymore.
"Take it." Samwell tossed a purse to the woman, "buy more ravens, and after I return to Yingzui Island, you write to once a week and report to the important information that happened in King's Landing, understand Yet?"
"Yes, my lord!" Shataya opened the purse and glanced at it, then exclaid, "There are too many, my lord. You don't need so many silver stags to buy ravens."
"The rest are rewards for you." Sam Will said, "I have always been generous to my own people."
"Thank you, my lord!" Shataya felt a warm feeling in her heart, and the grievance and fear just now were greatly reduced.
Then Samwell asked about the situation of the won's branch, and Shataya answered honestly, not daring to be a demon anymore.
Until Sir Woodford, who had finished counting the gold coins, ca to say goodbye, Samwell was also preparing to leave.
At this mont Shataya suddenly said:
"Lord Caesar, I have so news, I don't know if I should tell you..."
"As long as you find valuable information, you can say it." Samwell seed easy to talk at this ti, "I won't punish you for this kind of thing."
"Lord Tyrion of the Lannister family arrived in King's Landing last night and just happened to stay with ."
Samwell frowned: "'Little Devil' Tyrion? Is he still with you now?"
"Yes, my lord." Seeing that Samwell was really interested, Shataya said again, "Soone under my command heard that the imperial council intends to appoint this person to replace the deceased Lord Petyr as the Minister of Finance."
Samwell nodded in satisfaction. He didn't know this news. It seems that the Won's Branch is really a good place to collect information. n have never been tight-lipped in front of beautiful won.
"Take to et him."
The two walked out of the room and passed the hall halfway.
In the hall, an old lady was playing light music on a flute, and a few drunken rcenaries were playing with two similar-looking won with honey-colored hair. On the central circular platform, a group of A girl with a blue garland on her head, but only a blue garland, is dancing a very spicy dance.
In addition, there are people playing tile chess, drinking, talking and laughing, and kissing like everyone else... Well, at least there are no people who do things in public.
Then you have to go to the private room.
Moreover, you have to pay more.
When Samwell passed by, the girls all looked at him curiously, and so of the brave ones even flirted with him.
If it was normal, Shataya behind her would probably pull the strings, but now that she knew the new boss's temper, she didn't dare to say anything at the mont, and just led the way silently.
The two ca to a room, and Shataya knocked lightly on the door.
"Who is it!" A sleepy voice ca from inside.
"Lord Tyrion, it's , Sataya."
After waiting for a while, the door opened, and an ugly and deford head poked out. His forehead was very protruding, his eyes were black and blue, his long straight hair was almost golden and white, and his chin was covered with brown and golden yellow. The scruffy beard is the kind of image that can scare a child to tears at a glance.
"Dear Ms. Sataya." Tyrion said politely, "If I rember correctly, I should have paid for it."
"Of course. Lord Tyrion, it is this Lord Caesar who wants to see you." Sataya said and turned her body sideways.
"Caesar?" Tyrion saw the man behind the woman and asked thoughtfully, "The baron from Eagle's Mouth Island?"
"Yes, I didn't expect you to have heard of ." Samwell looked at the dwarf in front of him with great interest.
"Opened up a territory in the Crimson Mountains, and the Dornishn scread again and again, and you are still the spear champion in the tournant, Lord Caesar, how could I not have heard of you."
"I didn't expect to be so famous. However, you missed one identity. I am still the boss here. I heard that you are coming, so I ca to say hello."
"Are you the boss here?" Tyrion whistled, "Then how can I shut the door of the master, please co in."
After speaking, he opened the door and walked to the bed by himself.
Only then did Samwell see that the dwarf only wore a cloth towel on his private parts, and a young girl was reclining on the bed. She had smooth skin like black jade, and a pair of big amber eyes that were lively and energetic. Don't shy away from showing your beautiful carcass in front of everyone.
"Mother." The girl said to Shataya.
Seeing Samwell's surprised expression, Shataya introduced: "My lord, this is my daughter, Alayaya. We people in the Sumr Islands never regard bed matters as shaful. On the contrary, we think It's a way of honoring the gods."
"Praise the Sumr Isles!" Tyrion yelled. "Next ti I see the Archbishop, I must tell the story. If that job can also be worshiped, then I must be a pious person."
Samwell was a little speechless, but he didn't say much. He stood at the door and didn't enter the room. He didn't like the sll inside.
"Lord Tyrion, are you from Casterly Rock?"
"No." Tyrion rested his head on the girl's lap, "I drove to Winterfell with the king's car, but then I went to the Great Wall, so I arrived at King's Landing a little later. I didn't expect that I have missed so much! How much ti has passed, and King’s Landing has changed so much! I wonder if I lost a part of my life on the Great Wall.”
"I believe you must have had a wonderful experience on the Great Wall."
"To be honest, there's really nothing to see there," Tyrion complained. "It's freezing cold. I was going to urinate on the Great Wall at first, but the temperature would probably be as high as the second one out there." Frozen, so I got one of my fellow night watchn to do it for —they don't need that anyway, hahaha!"
Samwell couldn't help laughing too. After laughing, he asked:
"Master Tyrion, how is the Night Watch Legion?"
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