"Fuck your mother..."
As soon as these words were spoken, the Hound roared first.
But only a moment later, he immediately changed his expression and sneered, "Haha, idiot!"
"That girl is just my prisoner. I was planning to take her to Riverrun to exchange for a ransom from the King in the North!"
"You're stupid enough to use her to threaten me?"
"Hahaha!"
This unscrupulous laughter reached Arya's ears. She jerked her head up, a trace of astonishment flashing in her gray eyes first.
Immediately after, endless anger and grievance drowned out reason.
Damn Hound!
I actually wanted to speak up for this bastard just now?
"Fuck your mother, Hound!"
Feeling betrayed, Arya immediately screamed at the top of her lungs, "You monster with a face full of sores, you deserved to have your face burned by your brother!"
"You are just an unwanted mad dog! I curse you to the Seven Hells!"
She cursed extremely viciously. The street slang she learned while wandering the Riverlands these days burst out like a barrage.
Even the Hound was momentarily stunned by this foul language.
The corners of his mouth curled up as he pretended to be even more furious, retorting, "Stinking brat, try saying that again!"
"Once I get free, the first thing I'll do is strangle you, then crack your skull open to use as a wine cup!"
"Come on! Come on right fucking now!"
Facing the Hound's verbal assault, Arya showed no fear, her mouth as sweet as if smeared with honey: "Useless trash, dead dog strung up!"
"You are even more disgusting than Joffrey and Cersei!"
"Fuck! You think I don't dare!"
The two cursed at each other fiercely. Various vulgar words echoed in the woods, instantly seeming somewhat out of place with the tense interrogation atmosphere from before.
This sudden infighting dumbfounded the Northern soldiers who were eager for a fight.
Wait?
This looks... really doesn't seem like they have a good relationship?
They looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Almost unanimously, all soldiers turned their confused gazes to Corleone.
Everyone failed to realize that after several pulls and tugs, they had subconsciously begun to rely on the suggestions given by this "doctor strategist."
Since everyone expected it, Corleone naturally did not decline.
"Please be quiet, Lady Stark."
He lowered his head and spoke very clearly, word by word: "These vulgar words coming from the mouth of a noble lady like you are truly a breach of ladylike etiquette."
"I am no lady, I am a swordsman!"
Arya, who was engaging the Hound in a verbal spar, seemed to have activated mad dog mode. Turning her head to Corleone, she continued seamlessly: "My sword teacher was the First Sword of Braavos. He alone could cut down all of you!"
"Hahaha!"
Hearing this, before Corleone could speak, the Hound not far away laughed disdainfully: "The First Sword who died at the hands of Meryn Fucking Trant!"
"My grandma could cut down ten Meryn Trants with a sword, if she were still alive!"
Arya: "I told you, he didn't have a sword then!"
"Look what I'm hearing, a First Sword without a sword?"
The two continued to argue, the rhythm seeming to return to just now.
However, this time, Corleone did not intend to let them carry on like this.
"I need him to be quiet, my lord."
Bowing slightly to Ragg, the latter understood immediately. He stepped forward and kneed the Hound in the crotch, shutting him up instantly.
Hmm... heavy force.
Watching the Hound in pain, Corleone clamped his thighs slightly first, then pointed his finger at the furious Hound.
"Although I don't know why you, a loyal dog of House Lannister, value a Stark girl so much, I have to say, Hound..."
"Your acting is too clumsy!"
Saying this, Corleone straightened his back, the aura of [Majesty Lv2] quietly emanating. His gaze swept over the bewildered faces of the soldiers as he spoke slowly: "There is only one truth!"
"This Hound clearly wants to protect her in this way. However, he never imagined that such clumsy acting couldn't fool all of us!"
"Because... we are all quite smart!"
As soon as these words came out, there was silence in the camp for a while, the atmosphere appearing somewhat awkward.
"That's right!"
Suddenly, a soldier slapped his thigh hard: "I felt something was wrong just now!"
"Your reaction is too slow!"
Another immediately mocked disdainfully, as if he had seen through everything long ago: "This Hound is clearly protecting her by arguing like this, making us think their relationship is bad!"
"Cunning dog, trying to deceive my wise eyes?"
For a time, the soldiers suddenly realized the truth one after another, scrambling to express that they had seen through the opportunity first. No one was willing to admit that they were completely misled by the argument between the Hound and the girl just now.
"You..."
Looking at this man who turned black into white with sharp words, Arya felt a chill rush straight to the top of her head.
Even when facing Cersei, she had never felt such despicable and demagogic means!
"You..."
She stared dead at Corleone, her Stark-signature gray eyes filled with pure hatred: "Tell me your name! Bastard!"
Arya swore secretly to put this damn guy at the top of the revenge list in her heart!
However, instead of getting angry, Corleone slowly squatted down to meet her gaze, a mysterious smile on his face.
"A man's name is not important, girl."
He spoke, his voice light as a whisper, yet clearly transmitted into Arya's ears: "Because..."
"Valar Morghulis."
This sentence exploded in Arya's mind, causing her to widen those gray eyes in disbelief again.
Because the last sentence Corleone said was not the Common Tongue of Westeros at all, but... the phrase she had heard from Jaqen H'ghar!
All men must die!
This doctor... who exactly is he!
Seeing Arya shocked speechless, the corner of Corleone's mouth rose slightly.
Unexpectedly, this phrase, accidentally learned from a prostitute in Harrenhal by his predecessor two years ago, would come in handy here.
The Northern soldiers aside couldn't understand Valyrian. They only saw Arya standing there dumbfounded as if scared silly, which was undoubtedly a sign of guilt and fear.
"Haha! This girl is speechless!"
Ragg shouted triumphantly: "Doctor, stop wasting words with her!"
"Quick, do it!"
"Use the cruelest method you know. Make her scream, make her cry. I want to see how long this wild dog can endure!"
"Yes! Do it!"
"Let her taste some pain!"
Under his lead, the soldiers waved their weapons one after another, roaring excitedly.
The atmosphere in the camp reached an unprecedented climax. All malice and expectation focused on Corleone and that thin, small girl.
Corleone stumbled slightly from being pushed, expressionless.
He just reached out towards Arya, making a move to untie the ropes on her body.
However, just then.
"Stop right there, damn Southerner!"
"You bunch of idiots, what do you plan to do to Lady Stark!"