King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms.

King's Landing also has more than three.

The first is that there are many brothels.

Petyr Berish, the Minister of Finance and Exchequer, had the largest number of brothels in the city. His brothels were divided into two classes, the highest of which received the princes, the prime minister and the king, and the second, the knights and knights.

The city is made up of three hills, full of streets, houses, and all the bustling streets, there are brothels with little fingers.

The second most is the number of people.

King's Landing has a permanent population of more than 500,000 people, plus it has the second largest port in the entire continent, and it is the center of the Seven Kingdoms, and it is the core of the country's cultural, political, and trade exchanges, which brings the largest floating population of the Seven Kingdoms to King's Landing.

The third is that there is a lot of garbage. The streets are littered with garbage, the stench is disgusting, and the Seven Kingdoms are famous, so King's Landing has another name: Junk City.

Even outside the city, you can smell the stench of the city.

The mountains of garbage in the city are mainly concentrated in the steel gate and the flea nest generation on the south side of the Dragon's Nest Hill. The Flea Nest is a place where the poor of King's Landing are concentrated. To the north of the flea nest, over the hills, is King's Landing's famous Old Town, which is also a wealthy area. The trade magnates of the various countries, the dignitaries of King's Landing, and the nobles and tycoons all had their own private villas in the old town north of the flea nest.

Littlefinger Petyr has three of the most exclusive brothels in the wealthy area.

Every night, Littlefinger would sit in the largest brothel in his wealthy district and take account of the accounts, and the directors of the brothels all over the city would bring the money and books of the previous day's earnings to the brothel at the appointed time to be examined by Littlefinger Petyr Berish.

Yesterday's accounts have been handed in every day, and this rule has been going on for two years.

It is not too much to describe Littlefinger's income as a daily income.

Petyr was not tall, but he was not short, he was of medium stature and thin build, giving him a look of ability and shrewdness. He has handsome features, and his mouth often has a trademark grin, as if he is laughing at the shallowness of the whole world. He has gray-green eyes, a small black beard on his chin, and a hint of gray in his dark hair.

Littlefinger was very polite and aristocratic, and he was dressed appropriately at all times, a sound-like bird pin representing the family crest of the Baerichy family with a noble robe to show off his status. The robe was always pinned diagonally to his right side of his body, making him look like a true nobleman.

It's time to collect the money and look at the account book again, and the bustard, who is the farthest away from the mud door, is the earliest every day, and is the assistant that Petyr the Littlefinger admires the most.

When the bustard dodged in through the back door of the brothel, Littlefinger glared at a pair of small pale green eyes, and his voice became slightly urgent: "Where's my money?" was the first thing Littlefinger asked.

The old bustard's lips were broken, several teeth were knocked out, his body was drenched in blood, his eyes were blue, the right half of his face was swollen high, and his bright silk clothes were torn to shreds, revealing the small red clothes inside.

"Your Excellency. The old bustard walked a few steps, and with a plop he was at the feet of Little Finger, and reached out to hold Little Finger's leg, "My lord, the money has been robbed, and I have been humiliated, you have to notify the garrison and arrest those hooligans." The more the bustard spoke, the more excited he became, and began to cry in a long voice.

"Shut up!" said Littlefinger, crouching down and regaining his graceful and capable bearing, "listen, I have a noble guest here from across the Narrow Sea, and if you alarm one of my guests, I will cut out your tongue and throw you into a flea nest in a low-class brothel, and promise to have twenty stinking men come to you every day." ”

The bustard immediately shut up, and the tears and voices were taken away.

"Who did it?"

"A knight who calls himself Polivier Clegane. The bustard miraculously forgot the humiliation and pain, and spoke clearly and reacted quickly, but could not hide the fear in her eyes, "My lord, that guy is a monster, and he said that tomorrow he would gouge out my eyeballs and soak them in the vat to make a work of art." He said he liked my eyes, sir. ”

Petyr Berish, Littlefinger, naturally knew in his heart that the surname Clegan was not so easy to mess with.

"What else did he say?"

"He also said that if the Lord did not give them a pass tomorrow, he would ......" The old bustard did not dare to continue, because the words of the knight named Polivier were very ugly, and revealed a very terrible evil, "My lord, that fellow does not seem to be a normal person. ”

"None of the people with the surname Clegane are normal. Tell me, what did he say?" said Littlefinger, smiling gently and personly.

But the bustard shuddered.

It was as if an invisible knife was aimed at her heart.

"My lord, he said, he said, if the lord doesn't give them the best ore grade, the highest price, the most lenient delivery time, he will take the adult's ...... Stuff...... Cut it off and stuff it into an adult's mouth. And they will also set fire to all the brothels of the adults. ”

Littlefinger had already learned from his officials that the gang had come empty-handed, without any ore samples, but had asked the ore officials to set the highest grade of ore for the ore they had not yet handed in. There was no topographic map of Golden Leaf Bay and no estimate of the amount of ore, but the officials of the mint were asked to set a minimum and maximum standard for the amount of ore to be turned in for a month.

In short, nothing is offered, the highest grade, the most expensive price, and an unreasonable high limit of ore to be handed over.

Based on Littlefinger's experience, these people will definitely put stones under the gold ore if they don't have a good amount in the end, as the Silver Hall Charlotte family in the West has done.

"Did he tell him where they lived?"

"Well, they stayed at the Iron Street Inn, on the highest hill, next door to the smith's smithy of the weaponmaster Tob Mott. Their grown-up, Gregor Clegane, will be waiting for you for the night, and after tonight, they will come looking for you. ”

"Good. I know, go ahead, you don't need to accompany you for the money you lost. Petyr patted the bustard's swollen face gently, "Go back and work hard, I promise they won't come to harass you again." Don't worry, your eyes won't get soaked in the vat. ”

"Yes, sir!" the old bustard shuddered slightly.

*

Cacao!

Cocoa!

Someone knocked politely on the door.

The door was opened, and a guy with a mouth full of alcohol eyebrows and angry eyes: "Who are you looking for?"

Petyr Berry, Littlefinger, smiled and had an elegant temperament: "I'm looking for Lord Gregor Clegane." ”

"Oh!" the other man turned and left, the dagger and short knife hanging from his waist clanged, "Come with me!"

Petyr Berish, Littlefinger, walked through the door, greeted by the roar of drinking and guessing punches.

A bunch of unruly and undisciplined bastards.

Littlefinger followed the soldiers in front of him to the second floor, and the entire inn was empty, except for one place where there was a loud noise.

After all, the number one villain in the Seven Kingdoms of the Demon Mountain, he lives in this hostel, and the others can only get out.

*

"Sir Gregor. Littlefinger stood calmly in front of Gregor in front of him, "Your Excellency will not send me a word to inform me when you come to King's Landing, so that I can arrange for your Excellency to arrange a few virgins from Reese to kill the fire and kill the itch, are you still used to living here? Adults and brothers must have a good time,"

Gregor looked at the legendary Littlefinger Petyr Berissie without saying a word, just glaring at him.

Littlefinger's face does not change and his heart does not beat, and he is an unrivaled master of intrigue and intrigue. Of course, what drove him to make the most of his ingenuity was his greater ambition.