The crowd was tightly packed around the gladiatorial arena, so dense that the tavern keeper Rolger couldn't see the fight inside, and could only hear the sound of wild dogs whimpering and barking and the strange hissing and gasping of his right-hand men.

Fang's voice sounded much weaker than the dog's, but Rolger wasn't worried about him, because Fangs had a lot of experience in fighting, and he had cultivated it since he was a child, as well as countless actual combat training.

Even he was sure that victory would always be in the fangs.

Sure enough, after a while, there was a sudden sound of dog barking and wailing in the venue that was blocked by the crowd, the sound was loud and poignant, which immediately suppressed the noise of the onlookers to a minimum, and at the same time, bursts of exclamations rang out one after another.

Roger knew that this must be another trick of fangs playing his trick of tearing wild dogs alive with his mouth.

Tearing the dog's neck to pieces one by one, and finally pulling out its throat alive with his hands, although it is bloody, it is full of highlights, and it is also the most attractive part of Roerger's tavern and Colosseum.

Many guests have said that no matter how many times they have seen it, they don't seem to have seen enough of it.

The exclamations were accompanied by loud cheers, wave after wave, which made Rolger subconsciously show a smug smile, thinking that today was also a successful day.

But then he wasn't in the mood for a man sitting at the bar.

"The gods of heaven have been watching you, Rolger."

"you, Goyle, I don't believe in gods." Rolger bared his teeth at the one sitting across from him, his ugly face, noseless, in the dim candlelight.

But this did not intimidate the speaker, who was about forty years old, with short gray hair, and wore a simple and monotonous woollen knee-length tunic with a thin face and a look of pity.

"It has been proven, Rolger, that the gods of heaven have been watching you." The repetition of the words made Rolger impatient, and the next sentence made him quite unhappy.

"You see, now you need to wipe a cup yourself."

With a bang, Rolger directly slammed the cup he wiped in his hand on the table, and at the same time glared at the middle-aged monk in front of him, and said angrily: "This has nothing to do with your gods, Bobby and Cara were captured by that bitch lame Dunk." ”

"Lame Dunk was your friend, Rolger." The monk kindly reminded Rolger of the urge to hit someone. In fact, if he faced someone else, he would have punched it a long time ago, but the person in front of him couldn't do it casually-

It's not that he is a monk, but this guy named Goyle has many more people than Rolger.

"I fucking know that damn Dunk used to be my friend, Goyle, and I know that that bitch Dunk has betrayed us, and I don't need you to remind you of this, and it has nothing to do with the gods of heaven that you talk about all day."

Of course, it mattered, it was the gods who made him repent, so he abandoned his sin and turned to the light. Rolger, you should also repent as soon as possible, you are guilty, you need to atone for your sins, join us, the gods have opened the door for you. ”

"Only the strange spirit believes your words." The noseless Rolger scoffed at this, "Dunk is a golden-robed man, he took us people to go to the Red Keep for credit, and he cares about your heavenly gods?" ”

"Everything in the world is arranged by the gods, Luo Erjie, whether it is asking for merit or arresting people, you can not understand, but you have to believe."

"According to you, that cold-blooded duke who likes to hang people was also arranged by the gods?" Rolger asked rhetorically.

When he mentioned this name, his tone couldn't hide a burst of indignation, but he subconsciously looked left and right, as if he had scruples.

He couldn't ignore it—with his many young brothers and the thriving tavern Colosseum at his feet, Rolger was one of the best in the flea nest, but that status was nothing compared to that of the Minister of Justice.

Not to mention anything else, he originally had more than a dozen younger brothers, but now all of them have been caught except for the fangs in charge of the performance and himself, some have been castrated, some have had their hands cut off, some are hanging on the walls of the Red Keep to feed the crows, and the unlucky Bobby was even sent to the Great Wall of Desperation to endure freezing and starvation after being castrated.

Rolger thought that this kind of sentence was not in accordance with the law at all, how could he be punished and sent to the Great Wall? But he did not dare to protest, because he was frightened, frightened by the unreasonable punishment. He had kept a low profile all this time, because he thought he deserved more punishment than his younger brothers, and now he was not being targeted because the cold-blooded duke hadn't noticed him.

He has always been very glad about this, but he has always been terrified, the flea nest is the place where the entire King's Landing hides dirt and dirt, and the internal distribution of both forces and buildings is very complicated, but all this can not be used as a protective umbrella at all, several people with the same identity as him will be basically caught, but there are people outside the flea nest who continue to flee here because of fear of sin, and as a result, the golden robe continues to search, making people here panic.

Those who are tracked down will not end well, as countless facts have proven. Rolger was afraid that one day it would be his turn directly, he was not afraid of death, and even once fought before he was developed, and his nose was eliminated during that career. He also has a bad temper, and the slightest thing can make him can't help but be violent.

However, the familiar faces who were hanged one after another made him not angry at all, and some only became more and more frightened, and the status of the people who had cleared them was so high that even if they kept jumping in anger, they could not reach it at all.

All in all, Rolger was frightened, not only because of the cruel and ruthless style, but also because of the frightening interrogation methods-

Every person who was hanged would reveal their crimes, and as an old thug in King's Landing's flea nest, Rolger knew that those sins were basically true.

But he did not see the slightest sign of torture in the victims......

Therefore, Luo Erger thought that the Minister of Justice named Lan Li was very mysterious, so he mentioned his name with full consideration, or it was not just him, at this time, the people of King's Landing, who had a bit of a "criminal record", were frightened by everything during this time.

Apparently Rolger could not imagine that terrifying presence and was now sitting on the second floor of his tavern and watching a play boredly, but he did not think much of it, but could not help but grin after the words of the monk opposite.

"Rivers flow, seeds sprout, humans multiply, weather changes...... The gods made everything happen, and the birth of the Duke of Dragonstone was naturally one of his arrangements. ”

"Then our was also arranged by the gods?" He asked with a sneer.

It was just a flirtatious word, but I didn't want the other party to answer seriously.

"The human body structure is the most complex of all things in the world, and only the gods can create us, so yes, we is also arranged by the gods."

Rolger was speechless and could only stare dryly, but the middle-aged monk did not continue.

"The gods are watching you, Rolger."

Brother Gower got up from his stool as he spoke, and walked towards the center of the tavern, where the show had now ended, and the crowd of onlookers was slowly dispersed.

The monk who had walked past was waiting for the end of the day, so he grabbed a sturdy middle-aged man in a thin linen shirt and began to preach.

However, it seemed that because he had just watched a blood-pumping performance, the middle-aged man who was being dragged pushed the half-old monk very irritably.

As a result, it was as if he had stabbed a hornet's nest.

Under the gaze that Rolger was accustomed to but still couldn't help grinning, the thin Golf monk changed his previous gentle posture, roared violently after being pushed, and then directly raised a kick and kicked the other party, the force seemed to be very great, so that the man couldn't help but bend down and retreat without being caught off guard.

However, this was only the beginning, because after the monk's shout, more than a dozen people rushed out of the crowd at once, and without asking for the reason, they rushed towards the middle-aged man who had been kicked.

A brutal brawl was staged.