"Bernie, I want to use this golden dragon to buy a pony."
Bernie couldn't take it anymore. He jumped up and slapped the bull across the face. Then, he held out his hand to the bull, making a gesture as if he were giving him money.
The bull was much taller and bigger than Bernie, who was short and agile, so he had to jump to hit the bull.
The bull looked at Bernie with eyes full of grievance.
"Quickly, I don't want to do this on the street!" Bernie said sternly.
Bull took out a golden dragon, a gift from the Mountain, and placed it in Bernie's hand.
Bernie whistled a melodious tune, put the golden dragon in his pocket, and said, "Silly woman, you should have given it to me earlier. You're such a bastard, you only behave after being slapped. You damn slut!" Bernie cursed, and with a slap, he kicked the bull in the butt.
The bull didn't move, but Bernie tripped and fell to the ground because he used too much force.
Some of the passersby burst into laughter.
Bernie got up from the ground, furious. Since he already had the money, he could go to Lannisport City. He couldn't leave today, but he could stay in Cliff Rock City for one night.
Anyway, I'm leaving, and I don't know when I'll be back, so I have to give this stupid woman a good commemoration.
She made herself stumble and embarrass herself! He had originally planned to let this stupid woman off the hook, but it was all her own fault.
Although Bernie was small and lacked strength, he was quick and agile. He swiftly climbed a large tree by the roadside, broke off a branch, jumped down, and struck the bull in the face with the first blow, immediately drawing blood.
The bull seemed stunned, standing there blankly, staring at Bernie, without protecting its head.
"You dare glare at me?" Bernie was even angrier, annoyed that he hadn't seen fear or dread in the bull's eyes. With a second slap, Bernie used all his strength and, with a whoosh, slapped the bull's face hard.
A young passerby couldn't bear to watch any longer and reached out to grab the branch.
"Kid, why are you hitting an adult?" the boy said with a grin. His voice didn't sound like a local's, but Bernie, who could mimic all sorts of voices, immediately noticed the slight difference. The boy had a Lannister accent.
"Who's the kid? You're the kid! Young man, let me tell you, this is my wife, and I can do whatever I want with her." Bernie looked at the other man, who was a young man with delicate features and no sign of malice. He was a man who had roamed the streets and sold his art; he had no fighting skills, but he was confident in his ability to judge people.
"My name is Stinky Mouth, Big Brother!" the boy said with a grin, then looked at the bull. "Big Sister, who is this dwarf boy to you? If he's your husband, I'll help you talk him out and teach him the principles of loving your wife. If you don't know him, I'll teach him a lesson, take off his pants, and spank his ass."
The bull looked at the boy who called himself "Stinky Mouth." This teenager's mouth really was foul, and his words didn't sound like those of a good person. Despite Bernie's short stature, he was an adult and had the strength to deal with a child.
The bull said, "Kid, you should go. You can't beat him."
Stinky Mouth is indeed still a child. Some time ago, he fought against more than twenty people all by himself in the streets of Lannesport, and was stabbed many times. He hasn't been recovering for long. In addition, he is fair-skinned and looks weak. Bull thinks that Stinky Mouth is an honest kid from an honest family.
"Sister, this isn't a question of whether you can win or not, it's a question of whether you should fight or not. I'm the best at dealing with scum like this. A while ago, in Lannes Harbor, I persuaded a scoundrel who used to beat his wife. Now he doesn't beat her anymore. He listens to his wife and loves her wholeheartedly. He supports his family by carrying bags at the docks, and after work at night, he doesn't go to brothels anymore, he goes home to be with his wife."
"Really?" Bull was a simple-minded woman, her eyes sparkling with two little stars.
"Of course it's true, I never tell a lie."
"Yes, I've never told a lie. Who the hell tells just one lie these days? They tell several lies in a row." Bernie laughed, snatching the branch away forcefully, but the branch remained firmly in the boy's hand.
Bernie felt a chill run down his spine!
Bull said, "You foul mouth, how did you manage to talk that wife-beating scoundrel out of his mind?"
"It's very simple. First, I broke the hand that was hitting his wife, then I snapped one of his little fingers. When he passed out from the pain, I slowly tore his mouth apart, waking him up from the pain. Finally, I knocked out all his teeth with the hilt of a short sword. Here, that's the sword I used." The stinky-mouthed man slowly pulled a short sword from his pocket.
The dagger was so valuable that even just looking at the scabbard was enough to tell it was worth a fortune.
Bernie's expression immediately changed.
"Heh, kid, I'll let you off easy because you're young. You'd better wait here, I'll go get some people right now. You wait here and don't move, I'll teach you a lesson, you son of a bitch! Don't you know who I am? I'm Bernie from Alex Village, I know a lot of nobles, and I'm good friends with them." Bernie immediately ran away, his movements swift and agile.
His eyes remained fixed on the boy, whom he might have mistaken for someone else, as he quickly backed away. Good, the boy with the 'weapon' didn't chase after him. Bernie breathed a sigh of relief, and while fleeing, he tried to throw in a few more threats, but suddenly his neck tightened, and someone grabbed him from behind and lifted him off the ground.
"Put him down," the foul-mouthed man said lazily. "Did I tell you to arrest him?"
"Yes, Captain!" a gruff voice said from behind Bernie, its hot breath hitting Bernie's neck.
He let go, and Bernie fell to the ground.
He simply lay on the ground, refusing to get up, wanting to assess the situation first. There's no such awesome kid in Casterly Rock, that's for sure. Oh, right, this guy's accent is from Lannisport.
Bernie saw that the person who had grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground was a very burly man with a fierce look on his face, practically saying, "I'm a thug, who am I afraid of?"
"Bernie, huh? Crawl over here yourself, and I won't break your arm, knock out all your teeth, or snap your fingers. I promise you, I won't hurt you," the foul-mouthed man said with a grin.
Bernie's head was spinning. Who had he run into today?!
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When he met the eyes of the foul-mouthed man, he realized that if he didn't climb over there, his happy life was over.
Bernie had no idea how he climbed over there; he was terrified by a seemingly harmless, smiling boy!
"Sister, I just heard you say that your husband can imitate all sorts of sounds?" Chou Zui asked Bull in a very friendly and polite manner.
The bull didn't answer the foul mouth's question. Instead, he stepped forward, standing between the foul mouth and Bernie, protecting Bernie.
"Big sister, don't be afraid. I was sent by Lord Gregor to protect you," the foul-mouthed man chuckled.
"Lord Gregor?"
"Yes. This morning you carried a log in Cliffrock and earned two gold dragons. Thousands of people in the parade ground saw it. Sir Gregor was afraid that you, a woman, would be robbed of your gold dragons on your way home, so he sent me with a few brothers to follow you until you got home safely. I am a soldier under Lord Gregor. The fierce-looking man over there looks intimidating, but he is actually a good person. His name is Tony."
The bull looked at the foul-mouthed man, and his eyes gradually welled up with tears.
This was the first time since she was a child that she had been cared for and protected by someone like this. A first in her life!
Bernie said the Mountain was a demon from hell, and now Bull knows that the Mountain—no, Gregor—is the best, the very best person in the world, without a doubt.
The foul-mouthed man chuckled, "Oh, oh, oh, big sister, don't be like that. There's something I really want to understand right now."
The bull was excited and nodded to the stinky-mouthed man.
"Can Bernie really mimic all sorts of voices?"
The bull nodded vigorously.
"Bernie, give it a try." The foul-mouthed man squatted down and gently tapped Bernie's head with the hilt of his sword.
Lord Gregor has decreed that any citizen with special abilities is to be included in this conscription. Whether you can steal, rob, pick locks, cheat, fight, shoot arrows, dig trenches, or anything else, as long as your skills are superior, preferably with unparalleled special abilities, then sorry, special talents, whether you like it or not, you will all be enlisted without exception!