Early in the morning, a guest came to the stall of the little girl Esther, bald, with a black beard, and a straight look in her eyes, staring at someone's buttocks, hands, face, or eyes from time to time, until the person being stared at noticed, avoided, and stayed away, and he reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

The man is tall.

He didn't wear a helmet, he didn't wear a neck guard, he simply wore some armor to protect his arms and calves. There is also no armor on the chest and back, and it is leather protection.

The little armor this neurotic creature had was very good, and it was evident that it had been made of the finest steel by an experienced blacksmith.

He had a sword belt around his waist, and on the sword belt hung a long sword, a short knife, a dagger, and a steel spike.

The brown soup stalls have no seats, and customers either stand or squat on the street to drink.

But the first guest to come had to sit and drink.

Esther and Grandpa Buzz saw that this man was not easy to mess with, so they gave up their stools.

Both Esther and Grandpa Buzz have a stool that allows them to sit and take a break in between serving guests.

The strange-looking guy didn't sit on the street, but instead of treating himself as an outsider, he sat inside the stall and drank.

Esther was afraid of the man.

For whether he drank soup or something else, his eyes were always on Esther's body. When Esther paid attention to him, the guy's eyes met hers, and he always grinned.

That strange look is not ill-intentioned, but it is not normal either.

The little girl and her grandfather had to hope that this strange guy would leave early after drinking the soup.

But this guy ate an amazing amount of food, and drank five bowls in a row, without the slightest intention of leaving.

The guests came one after another, leaving intermittently, and the brown soup was bought and sold very quickly, and a large pot of brown soup quickly decreased.

And the more than ten stalls next door, a few customers, many stalls do not have the first customer.

At this time, a mercenary who spoke a broken lingua franca came, his name was Yi Ge. A mercenary of the Warriors. The common people prefer to call the Warrior Troupe a blood drama troupe.

The people of the mercenary group of the blood drama troupe like to do two things, the first is to cut off their hands, and the second is to cut off their feet.

They play with blood and take pleasure in stumps, and because they come from all over the Narrow Sea, they have unique costumes and styles unique to each local ethnic group, just like the various costumes of the singers on the stage, and the notoriety of the blood opera troupe comes from this.

If Gregor Clegane were here, he would know that the Blood Troupe was the one who cut off one of Jaime Lannister's hands in the original books he had seen before he crossed over.

Yi Ge swaggered to the stall and threw a silver deer into the hot brown soup pot: "Little girl, I want all this pot of brown soup." ”

Shout!

The silver deer threw it into the brown soup pot and splashed the soup on Polivior's face, who was sitting at the back of the stall 'studying' Esther's waist. Polliver was stunned, and then he noticed that the appearance of the Dothraki was different from their appearance.

As soon as Yi Ge's silver deer was thrown into the pot, several guests standing in front of the stall drinking brown soup immediately put down their bowls and quickly slipped away.

Poor people living in flea dens have a particular instinct and sensitivity to trouble.

The owners of more than a dozen stalls around were all smiling, this Yi Ge was the mercenary they jointly paid to drive the grandfather and grandson away.

The mercenaries of the Blood Theatre are known for their cruelty and gore, but their reputation is quite good, and as long as they receive money, they will generally be very strict with their employers.

The Dothraki scimitar mercenaries in the Blood Opera Troupe are not the only ones in the Bloodbath Troupe, there are several exiled criminals, among whom the fat Zorro is the leader.

This Yi Ge's position in the blood opera troupe is at the bottom, but more than a dozen brown soup bosses paid him to deal with the brown soup grandfather and grandson on the street, which is already the highest spy.

Polivivo, who had been waiting here on the orders of the Magic Mountain, for his grandfather and grandson to finish selling the brown soup and finish the work, immediately stood up, stretched out his hand to wipe the brown soup from his face, and said with a smile: "Okay, this brother, all the brown soup here is for you, even the pot is for you." ”

A silver deer, converted, can buy one hundred and forty bowls of brown soup. In the cauldron, there are only about two dozen bowls of brown soup.

Yi Ge, who came to find trouble, noticed that there was a big man behind the stall, and when he looked at his outfit, he was not a city garrison, nor a soldier under the banner of the nobility, but most likely a mercenary.

Professional soldiers under the nobility, armor helmets, etc., are standard.

Yi Ge saw that this tall man only had a few pieces of armor on his body, and he didn't have any family emblems, so he was naturally a mercenary.

And among all the mercenary teams in King's Landing, the Blood Opera Troupe ranks first in terms of combat power.

"Brother, I'm Yi Ge of the Blood Opera Troupe, I bought all the soup here, please drink it for free, and leave quickly after drinking. Yi Ge said proudly.

As soon as the name of the blood opera troupe was spoken, he waited to see the other party's frightened smiling face.

Sure enough, the other party smiled and grinned: "Little sister Esther, old man Bouz, let's go, don't want the stalls here." Let's go back and pack our things and hit the road immediately. ”

The name of the blood troupe frightened Esther and Buzz, and the two of them didn't know if the nervous bald black-bearded man was also from the blood troupe, and they had been worried that the brown soup would not be sold for long, because the surrounding stall owners had told them to get out, otherwise they would clean them up.

Look at it like this, it's 'revenge' that is really coming.

What the grandfather and grandson didn't expect was that the stall owners actually spent a lot of money to invite the ruthless people of the blood drama troupe. These stall owners hate this grandfather and grandson, and it is unforgettable.

The name of the Blood Opera Troupe cried at night in King's Landing.

Polivier grabbed the old man and the little girl with two big hands and pushed them gently, the grandfather and grandson were so frightened that they didn't dare to say a word, and the little girl Esther wanted to go back and get the copper points in the drawer of the stall, but Grandpa Buz was frightened, and took her hand tightly and hurried away.

One of the things that people in the blood opera troupe like to do the most is to chop off their hands and feet, which is also the reason why they are so famous. They also have the name 'Foot Hunters'.

The grandfather and grandson hurried away, and an Arak scimitar appeared in front of them very abruptly, blocking their way.

Yi Gopi didn't smile, and he spoke with strange syllables, with the accent of Essos, but because he spoke the lingua franca of Westeros, the grandfather and grandson could barely understand it.

"I just want to leave like this? I have received money from others, old man, I want you to have a right hand, and you are not allowed to set up a stall here in the future. ”

Sou!

In a flash of cold light, Arrak's scimitar went straight to the old man's right wrist like a ray of light.

This knife is so fast.

The Dothraki are a people on horseback, and they are best at riding, and their most powerful fighting weapon is the Arak scimitar.

While!

There was a loud bang, and the flames were scattered.

A long sword violently blocked the Arak scimitar, followed the circle of the long sword, drew a semi-circular arc, and slashed diagonally, as fast as lightning, slashing at Yi Ge's left neck.

This sword is extremely hard!

The long sword slashed deep diagonally, slashing Yi Ge's shoulder and collarbone, almost slashing into the small half of his chest.

The long sword was deeply embedded in Yi Ge's tall body, revealing a section of the sword body in front and back.

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