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Chapter 131 This secret, I'll eat you for a lifetime
Chapter 131 This secret, I'll eat you for the rest of my life
The High Sparrow's real name was unknown even to his most trusted followers.
He was very tall, but also very thin, with obvious wrinkles on his face, a head of gray hair, and a very cold look in his eyes.
Apart from that, the old man didn't seem to have anything special about him.
This is the first impression of the Great Sparrow that the "Iron-Pulling Superman" saw from afar.
At this moment, a group of twenty or thirty believers gathered around the High Sparrow, singing songs about the Seven Gods with devout expressions.
"I don't see anything special about him. He's just a pyramid scheme operator." Crescent Moon munched on an apple and watched the crowd from afar.
"Never mind him, grab that big sparrow and get rid of the rest of you!" Lu Tie waved to Roger and Fang behind him.
Upon receiving the order, the two men immediately nodded and, with thirty or forty men behind them carrying swords and clubs, marched in a grand procession toward the crowd opposite them.
Occasionally, golden-robed figures would peek out from around the street corner, but they all ignored the menacing group.
"Sir, how can I help you?"
One of the squad leaders, dressed in a golden robe, even jogged up to the weightlifter and said with a fawning expression.
He's clearly a young man eager to improve.
He waved and laughed, remembering the man's face.
"What are you trying to do!"
"Get out! If you don't get out, we'll nail you all to the ground!"
"Use your eyes and see who we are! Get lost!"
Thirty or forty professional thugs armed with weapons charged into the crowd, along with two unusually strong men, Roger and Fang. No matter how devout these believers were, they obviously couldn't get the Seven Gods to protect them from the pain when they were being beaten.
It didn't take long for Roger and his men to disperse these unarmed believers who lacked street fighting experience.
Seven or eight unfortunate believers, their heads covered in blood, lay on the ground, unable to get up.
The great sparrow silently observed everything before it.
He was supposed to leave King's Landing today, but it is said that many devout men and women have been slaughtered and murdered in the Riverlands, and many monks of the church have been robbed.
He was supposed to follow the instructions of the Seven Gods and go to the Riverlands to lead the innocent people to King's Landing to seek the king's protection.
Every time I face a threat, it is the moment I am closest to the gods.
The Great Sparrow regarded everything before him as a test from the gods, so he remained unfazed as Roger carried him to the weightlifting area like a chick.
"We'll talk about it when we get back!"
He glanced at the old priest, waved his hand, and led his men back.
They came in a hurry and left in a hurry, leaving behind only a bunch of unlucky guys who got beaten up.
"Tell me, what's your name? Where are you from?"
In the dimly lit room, Crescent Moon was still poking at the potatoes in the stove with a stove hook.
He sat on a long bench, leaning his upper body against the table behind him, arms crossed, watching the gray-haired old man who was pressed down three steps in front of him.
The great sparrow remained silent.
"When you were trying to win people over at the flea den, didn't you even bother to find out whose territory this is?" Lu Tie sat up straight, his gaze fixed on the big sparrow and meeting his cold, menacing eyes.
That look in his eyes really annoyed me when I was lifting weights; it gave me the feeling that everything was lifeless.
Damn it, how dare you, a mere NPC, look at me like that!
As he lifted the weights, his eyes narrowed, and a murderous intent arose within him.
He's no longer a conscientious player. If playing murder mystery games is the same as murder, then even if he were executed a hundred times over for lifting weights, it wouldn't be enough to atone for his sins.
Killing an old man is a piece of cake for him.
"Everything is the arrangement of fate. Gods above, even the deepest sins buried in my heart are far less dark than yours."
The big sparrow's dead fish eyes finally showed a ripple. His voice was unique, and it wasn't hard to tell from it that he was a guy who could bewitch people with words.
"Ha, gods, here I am a god." He took the furnace hook from Crescent Moon's hand and said disdainfully as he worked on the iron.
"What are you up to by trying to win people over in the flea market?" Lu Tie, too lazy to waste any more words with the old man, went straight to the point.
"I told everyone that no one can be special, but they treated me as special because I said that."
The big sparrow admitted.
"#, he's a philosopher too." The weightlifter laughed.
"You are the minority, ruling the flea nest; we are the majority. When the majority no longer fears the minority..."
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The Great Sparrow said in a calm tone.
Standing in the room, Rolger and Fang exchanged a knowing smile, their voices filled with disdain.
The archer Ange, a clueless young man, actually thought that what the big sparrow said made a lot of sense.
Meanwhile, Lu Tie and Yueya's eyes narrowed...
The High Sparrow was released and, full of confidence, began lifting weights. He was certain that the old man would deliver a brutal blow to the mother and son in King's Landing.
"Aren't you afraid that he'll kick us all out of King's Landing once he gains power?" Crescent Moon asked, looking at the High Sparrow's retreating figure and then at the weightlifter.
"Hmph..." Lu Tie snorted, expressing his contempt.
He believed the High Sparrow would shock King's Landing, but he didn't think the Sparrow could stand against him.
Lifting Iron and Crescent Moon's operations were going too smoothly; the entire underworld of King's Landing belonged to them, and even half of the capital's garrison, from the commander down to the soldiers, had joined them in their corrupt practices.
If it weren't for the nearly one thousand well-trained Red Robes inside the Red Keep, the two of them would have already joined the Gold Robes and the street thugs to attack the Red Keep.
"Let's see how many people he can bring to consume the red robes in the Red Keep," said Lu Tie before turning and retreating back into the arena.
"This is the last time."
It was still that dimly lit room.
Lancel Lannister handed the intelligence to Lutie, then lowered his head and whispered.
Upon hearing this, Lu Tie and Yueya exchanged a smile, as if they had heard a particularly funny joke.
"Lansel, this is a secret, we'll eat you for the rest of our lives." The man stood up and whispered the devil into the other's ear.
Lancel raised his head, opened his mouth, but ultimately gave in and dared not resist.
"Don't worry, Lancel. Think about it, Tywin will die at His Majesty's hands sooner or later. When His Majesty's army marches into King's Landing, your father Kevan will be the Warden of the West and the Duke of Casterly Rock, and you will be the only legitimate heir to Casterly Rock."
Lifting weights paints a bright future for Lancel.
Lancel had no choice but to trust the other party. After a long while, he silently nodded and left the dimly lit room.
After Lancel left, Lu Tie unfolded the intelligence and started reading.
"Did Stormwind choose Stannis?"
He murmured softly as he lifted the weights.
"What's wrong?" Crescent Moon stood up and looked at the envelope curiously.
"The Penrose family of Stormlands was the first to swear allegiance to Stannis, and Earl Penrose sent his son Cortana with two thousand family soldiers to join Stannis's army."
The former Renly troops who remained at Storm's End also opened the gates, welcoming Stannis's army into Storm's End.
Lu Tie handed the intelligence he had to Yueya.