Chapter 156

Chapter 156 The Imp

  "Sir Woodford, sign this contract and the five thousand golden dragons are yours. As for the remaining eight thousand golden dragons, I will pay it in three years. "

  In the room, Samwell pushed a piece of parchment in front of a thin and cautious man.

  "Three years..." Woodford Baelish seemed to hesitate, "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 time. "

Samwell spread his hands.

  "But you are the jousting champion of the tourney! The reward was full 40,000 golden dragons! I have heard about it."

  Samwell's tone turned cold, "To be honest Well, Sir Woodford, I don't have to buy these women's branch. I just wanted to help Lord Petyr's family because of the care he gave me during his life . If you refuse to accept my conditions, Then we have no deal ."

  Woodford suddenly froze, how could he run these women's branches, seeing that Samwell was really threatening to leave, he quickly stepped forward and said: "Lord Caesar, I promise, I will I agree to your terms. It's just that... I hope to have a guarantor... just in case..."

  "Lord Varys is my guarantor." Samwell blurted out, anyway, since the spider wasn't here, he just said unceremoniously used other party's name.

  And it was Varys who contacted Sir Woodford .

  "Okay, okay, I'll sign the contract now." Unsuspecting, Woodford obediently signed on the parchment.

  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, Woodford still stepped to open the box and counted them seriously.

  "You count slowly, I'll sit next door."

  Saying that, Samwell got up , as he walked out of the room, he saw a plump woman waiting at the door.

  She was wearing a revealing silk dress, exuding a strong fragrance, and said with a bit of Midsummer Islands accent:

"Lord Caesar, you will be our master from now on ? "

  "I remember your name is Chataya, right?"

  "Yes, my lord." The woman followed the baron into another room.

  "You are very beautiful." Samwell smiled as he looked at the oil painting in the middle of the room depicting two women having sex.

  "Satisfying you lords is the goal I've committed to pursued ." Chataya's tone was little seductive, "How about I call some girls and show you."

Samwell sat down on the chair , Looked at the woman with calm eyes:

  "If it was to satiate my desire , do you think I need to buy so many women's branches?"

  "I thought you wanted the best." Chataya chuckled.

  But alas, the baron did not laugh.

  Chataya also quickly suppressed her smile, took a few steps forward, 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 we will also provide it to Varys, Right?" Samwell said coldly.

  "Absolutely nothing..." Chataya hurriedly explained, but then she remembered that the baron in front of her was introduced by Varys. He must know that she was providing information for both sides at the same time.

  She immediately 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 stretched out his hand and held the woman's chin and said indifferently:

  "Your oath is worthless to me. Playing around is your job, and lying is your necessary skill. Don't I know this? However, I am different from those whore-clients outside. In front of them, if you failed as a fool , at most you will be scolded and no reward, but in front of me..."

  Samwell squeezed the woman's chin with a little force,

  "If I caught you by your tail, hehe, I will kill you."

  Chataya felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and the severe pain on her jaw made her tremble, but she dared not make a sound.

  At last the baron let go of the woman.

  She collapsed to the ground all of a sudden, crawling at Samwell's feet, crying:

  "Yes, my lord, I will never lie to you from now on!"

  "Very well, get up." Samwell's tone slowed down.

  Chataya got up cautiously, but she didn't dare to look straight at the baron .

  "Take it." Samwell tossed a purse to the woman, "Buy more ravens, after I return to Eagle Island, you write to me once a week and report the important information that happened in King's Landing, understand ?"

  "Yes, my lord!" Chataya opened the purse and glanced at it, and then exclaimed, "There are too many, my lord, I won't need so many silver stags to buy ravens."

"The rest are reward for you." Samwell said, "I have always been generous to my own people."

  "Thank you, sir!" A warm feeling suddenly rose in Chataya heart, and the grievance and fear just now were greatly reduced.

  Then Samwell asked about the situation of the women's branch, and Chataya answered honestly, not daring test the demon anymore.

  Until Sir Woodford, who had finished counting the gold coins, came to say goodbye, Samwell was also ready to leave.

  At this time Chataya suddenly said:

  "Lord Caesar, I have some news, I don't know if it's useful..."

  "As long as you find valuable information, you can say it." Samwell seemed easy to talk at this time, "I will not punish you for this kind of thing."

  "Lord Tyrion of the Lannister family arrived in King's Landing last night and stayed with me."

  Samwell frowned: "'The Imp' Tyrion? Is he here ?"

  "Yes, my lord." Chataya saw that Samwell was really interested, Then she continued, "Someone under my command heard that the Council intends to appoint this person to replace the deceased Lord Petyr as Master of Coins."

  Samwell nodded in satisfaction. He didn't even know this news. The Branch is indeed a good place to collect information. Men are never tight-lipped in front of beautiful women.

  "Take me to meet him."

  The two walked out of the room and passed the hall on the way.

  In the hall, an old lady was playing light music on a flute, and a few drunken mercenaries were playing with two similar-looking women with honey-colored hair. On the central circular platform, a girl with a blue garland was dancing a very spicy dance.

  In addition, there were those who play tile chess, drink, talk and laugh, and kiss like everyone else... Well, at least there were no people who do business in public.

  Only private room was allowed of course they have to add extra money .

   When Samwell passed by, the girls all looked at him with curious eyes, and the bold ones even flirted with him.

  If it was normal, Chataya 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 moment, and just led the way silently.

  The two came to a room, and Chataya knocked lightly on the door.

  "Who is it!" A sleepy voice came from inside.

  "Lord Tyrion, it is I, Chataya."

  After waiting for a while, the door opened, and an ugly and deformed 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.

  "Lady Chataya." Tyrion said politely, "If I remember correctly, I have already paid."

  " Of course. Lord Tyrion, this Lord Caesar wanted to see you ." Chataya said and turned her body sideways.

  "Caesar?" Tyrion saw the man behind the woman and asked thoughtfully, "The baron from Eagle's Island?"

"Yes , I didn't expect you have heard of me." Samwell said with great interest as he looked carefully at the dwarf in front of him.

  " You opened a new territory in the Red Mountains, and defeated the Dornishmen. You are also the Jousting champion in the Tourney, Lord Caesar, how could I not hear your name ."

"I didn't expect me to be so famous. But, as my current identity. I am new boss here, and since i I heard that you were here, so I came to say hello."

  "Ahh!!" Tyrion whistled, "Then how dare i lock the master Outside, please come in."

  Then he opened the door and walked towards the bed .

  Only then did Samwell saw that the dwarf only wore a cloth towel on his private parts, and a young girl was reclining on the bed.

She has skin as smooth and black as polished jet, and wide dark eyes as she didn't shy away from showing her beautiful figure in front of everyone.

  "Mother." The girl said to Chataya.

  Seeing Samwell's surprised expression, Chataya introduced: "My lord, this is my daughter, Alayaya. We people of the Summer Islands never regard bed matters as shameful. On the contrary, we think It is a way of honoring the gods."

  "Praise be to the Summer Isles!" cried Tyrion, "and I shall tell the High Septon next time i meet him that if this work can be worshiped, then I will be the most pious man."

  Samwell was a little speechless, but he didn't say much. He stood at the door and didn't enter the roomas he didn't like the smell inside.

  "Lord Tyrion, did you came from Casterly Rock?"

  "No." Tyrion rested his head on the girl's lap, "I followed king to winterfell, but then I went to the Wall, so I returned to King's Landing a little late. I didn't expect to miss so much! It's only been so long, and King's Landing has changed so much! I wonder if I lost a part of my life on the Wall."

"I believe you must had a good time on the Wall."

  "Honestly, there wasn't much to see," complained Tyrion. "It was icy and freezing cold. At first I was going to sprinkle a dip on the Wall." but the temperature estimated that the second child would freeze when if u took it out, so I asked a night watchman brother to do it for me—they don't need that to work anyway, hahaha!"

  Samwell couldn't help laughing after hearing this, he asked:

  "Lord Tyrion, is the Night's Watch all right?"

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