A customer came to the little girl Esther's stall early in the morning. He was bald, had a black beard, and stared intently at people. Every now and then, his eyes would light up as he stared at someone's buttocks, hands, face, or eyes until the person being stared at noticed, looked away, or moved away, and only then would he reluctantly withdraw his gaze.
This person is very tall.
He wasn't wearing a helmet or a neck brace; he was only wearing some simple armor to protect his arms and calves. His chest and back were also unarmored, protected only by leather.
This neurotic fellow's meager armor was of exceptional quality, clearly forged by a highly experienced blacksmith from the finest steel.
He had a sword belt at his waist, from which hung a longsword, a short knife, a dagger, and a steel spike.
There are no seats at the brown soup stalls; customers either stand or squat on the street to drink it.
But the first guest to arrive insisted on sitting down to drink.
Esther and her grandfather, Booz, realized that this person was not someone to be trifled with, so they gave up their chairs.
Esther and her grandfather, Buzz, each have a stool so they can sit and rest between serving guests.
This guy, who looked a bit off, refused to sit on the street. Instead, he acted like he belonged inside the stall and went to drink.
Esther was very afraid of this man.
Because whether he was drinking soup or doing anything else, his eyes were always glancing at Esther. When Esther noticed him, he would meet her gaze and always give a smirk.
That strange look in his eyes wasn't exactly malicious, but it wasn't normal either.
The little girl and her grandfather could only hope that this strange fellow would finish his soup and leave soon.
But this guy had an amazing appetite; he drank five bowls in a row and showed no sign of leaving.
Customers came and went in waves, and the brown soup sold very quickly. A large pot of brown soup disappeared just as quickly as we watched it disappear.
Meanwhile, the dozen or so stalls next door had only a handful of customers, and many of them hadn't even had their first customer yet.
Just then, a mercenary arrived, speaking broken Common Tongue. His name was Yi Ge, a mercenary from the Warriors' Guild. The common people preferred to call the Warriors' Guild the Blood Troupe.
The Blood Play mercenary group likes to do two things when they capture someone: first, they cut off their hands, and second, they cut off their feet.
They made a living by playing with blood and taking pleasure in dismemberment; in addition, because they came from various places across the Narrow Sea, they brought with them the unique costume styles of their respective ethnic groups, just like the various costumes of actors on a stage, hence the infamous name of the Blood Opera Troupe.
If Gregor Clegane were here, he would know that the Blood Troupe was the same group that cut off Jaime Lannister's hand in the original book he read before his time travel.
Yi Ge swaggered up to the stall and threw a silver deer into the boiling brown soup pot: "Little girl, I'll take the whole pot of this brown soup."
call out!
The silver deer was thrown into the brown soup pot, splashing soup onto Polliver's face as he sat behind the stall'studying' Esther's waist. Polliver was taken aback, only then noticing the Dothraki Yigo, whose appearance differed from theirs.
As soon as Yi Ge tossed the silver deer into the pot, several customers who were standing in front of the stall drinking brown soup immediately put down their bowls and quickly slipped away.
Poor people living in flea-infested areas have a special intuition and sensitivity to trouble.
The owners of the dozen or so stalls around them all smiled. This Yi Ge was the mercenary they had jointly paid to drive the grandfather and grandson away.
The mercenaries of the Blood Play Troupe are known for their cruelty and gore, but they have a good reputation. Generally speaking, once they have received money, they will complete the tasks assigned to them very strictly.
The Dothraki scimitar mercenaries in the Blood Play Troupe are not just Yigo; there are several exiled criminals, led by Fatty Zorro.
Yi Ge was ranked last in the Blood Opera Troupe, but the fact that more than a dozen brown soup shop owners pooled their money to hire him to deal with the brown soup grandfather and grandson on the street was already the biggest donation.
Polliver, who had been waiting here on the orders of the Mountain for the grandfather and grandson to finish selling their brown soup so they could finish their work, was overjoyed when he heard this. He immediately stood up, wiped the brown soup off his face, and said with a smile, "Good, good, good, brother, all the brown soup here is yours, even the pot."
One silver deer coin, when converted, could buy 140 bowls of brown soup. But there were only about 20 bowls of brown soup left in the big pot.
Yi Ge, who had come to cause trouble, then noticed a big guy behind the stall. Judging from his attire, he was neither a member of the city garrison nor a soldier under a noble family, but most likely a mercenary.
Professional soldiers under the nobility are equipped with armor and helmets as standard equipment.
Yi Ge noticed that the tall man only had a few pieces of armor on his body and no family crest or insignia, so he was undoubtedly a mercenary.
Among all the mercenary groups in King's Landing, the Bloody Troupe is ranked number one in terms of combat power and reputation.
"Brother, I'm Yi Ge from the Blood Opera Troupe. I've bought all the soup here; it's free for you. Drink it and then hurry up and leave," Yi Ge said proudly.
As soon as the name of the Blood Play Troupe was mentioned, he waited to see the other party's terrified, forced smile.
Sure enough, the other person laughed, grinning, "Little Sister Esther, old man Buz, let's go. We don't need the stall here anymore. Come on, let's hurry back and pack our things, then we'll be on our way immediately."
The name "Blood Troupe" terrified Esther and Booz. They wondered if the eccentric, bald, black-bearded man was also part of the troupe. They were worried that their brown soup business wouldn't last much longer, as the surrounding stall owners had warned them to leave or they would be dealt with.
Judging from this, 'revenge' has really come.
To the grandfather and grandson's surprise, the stall owners actually spent a lot of money to hire ruthless actors from a blood-themed opera troupe. These stall owners now harbored a deep-seated hatred for the grandfather and grandson.
The name of the Blood Opera Troupe was used to cure a child's nighttime crying in King's Landing.
With his large hands, Polliver grabbed the old man and the little girl and gently pulled and pushed them. The grandfather and granddaughter were so frightened that they dared not say a word. The little girl, Esther, wanted to go back to get the copper coins from the drawer on the stall, but her grandfather, Buzz, was terrified and held her hand tightly as they hurried away.
The Blood Opera Troupe's favorite activity is chopping off hands and feet, which is why they are so famous. They also have another name: 'Foot Hunters'.
The grandfather and grandson hurried along when a yak scimitar suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their path.
Yigo gave a forced smile, and spoke in a strange tone with an Essos accent, but because he spoke the common language of Westeros, the grandfather and grandson could barely understand him.
"You think you can just leave like this? I've already taken money from someone, old man. I'm only taking your right hand. You're not allowed to set up a stall here anymore."
Whoosh!
With a flash of cold light, the Yarac scimitar, like a streak of light, hurtled straight for the old man's right wrist.
That was a really fast cut.
The Dothraki were a nomadic people, skilled primarily in horseback riding, and their most formidable weapon in combat was the Yarak scimitar.
when!
A loud bang, and sparks flew everywhere.
A longsword swiftly parried the Yarak scimitar, then spun in a semi-circular arc before slashing down diagonally with lightning speed, striking Yige on the left side of his neck.
That sword strike was extremely vicious!
The longsword slashed deeply diagonally, severing Yi Ge's shoulder and collarbone, and almost penetrating half of his chest.
The longsword was deeply embedded in Yi Ge's tall body, with a section of the blade protruding from both the front and back.