"Despicable country bumpkin! Don't think I don't know that this scam is for our manor, or rather for that deep-water pier in the manor, right?"
When saying this, Miss Anya even threw the dagger in front of Jon, as if she was already sure of this swindler and country bumpkin.
However, these words were obviously not enough to make Jon submit completely.
But when the red-haired woman spoke again, the Lord Baron's pupils contracted slightly.
"Nutmeg, silk, powdered sugar, handicrafts from Braavos, and highly purified wine. Everyone knows these are the things with the highest smuggling profits, but do you think just anyone can participate in it?"
Hearing this, Jon's eyes couldn't help narrowing slightly.
Since the other party was so certain, and the suggestions given were pretty close to the mark, presumably she had already guessed his background.
But even so, it wasn't enough to make Jon feel surprised.
Perhaps seeing the fearlessness of the country bumpkin in front of her, Miss Anya stabbed again, making "Wolf Lyantarg" stand up on the spot.
"Don't think I don't know. A vulgar guy like you must be serving some lord in King's Landing, someone even more powerful than Earl Rosby."
"But to make money from smuggling, besides channels, you also need brains... and you guys happen to lack some!"
"As for Wolf Lyantarg, it must be a pseudonym too, right? What are you afraid of? The Squirrel Gang or the Hermit Monastery?"
Of course, Jon naturally didn't know that the reason why Miss Anya was so certain was entirely due to the reminder from Earl Rosby's butler.
And after mastering this clue, the intelligent red-haired woman quickly brainstormed a conclusion herself. Although it was miles off-topic, it vaguely hit upon Jon's origin.
At this moment, the red-haired woman was looking proudly at that country bumpkin, fully enjoying the other party's depression of wanting to explode but being constrained.
All this made the red-haired woman feel as if she was in a complete victory, making her feel extremely delighted.
Then looking at the red-haired fox's proud little eyes, and then looking at the smug curve of her mouth, Jon's original mentality of letting the other party off the hook instantly exploded at this moment.
As Jon slowly lowered his head and then raised it suddenly, the new Baron finally used his killer move.
Then, the Lord Baron summoned a guard and issued a strange instruction in front of Miss Anya.
"Go prepare some gifts. I want to visit that Hermit Monastery in town. Presumably, the Seven Gods can definitely make a fair judgment on these contracts of mine. If the debtor still doesn't care about their honor, I don't mind letting the whole of Westeros know that the Joy family is a dirty surname with no credit at all."
After saying this seemingly casually, Jon sat back at the table and began to gulp down honey water, looking like he was going to teach Miss Anya a lesson.
As the guard left with the order, the red-haired girl who was arrogant just now shook all over after hearing "Faith of the Seven."
Her originally high and mighty attitude disappeared without a trace.
Although the Faith of the Seven is not like nobles who have deadly armed forces to make people submit, its deeply rooted beliefs restrain everyone in Westeros.
As mentioned before, the septons of the Seven only need to move their lips and the quills in their hands to endorse the rights and credit of the nobles and profit from it.
Even more, they will take this opportunity to fight for the ruling power belonging to the nobles and place their territories under the management of the Seven.
So for many people, the religious constraints of the Faith of the Seven are far more effective than the decrees of the nobles.
And the Miss Anya in front of him, although not a devout believer, when she thought that her name even carried her mother's surname, her whole person became like a boneless codfish, unable to maintain strength anymore.
"Why? Why treat me like this?"
"Why?! When you sold me two pieces of clothes for fifty Gold Dragons, you should have thought there would be this day!"
With the triumphant counterattack, the original resentment in Jon's heart was swept away instantly, as if he had won the whole world.
However, his smile didn't last too long.
Undoubtedly, Miss Anya was definitely an extremely beautiful woman. Especially when she was angry, those fox eyes were spewing anger. Coupled with the almost perfect lip line, anyone else would be unable to control themselves.
At this moment, as a crystal tear rolled down, beauty and haggardness intertwined, making people want to surrender even more.
At this moment, Jon almost felt that he was a bad guy, but he had to stick to the end just to completely conquer this proud, intelligent, and independent woman.
Opposite him, even after suffering such blows one after another, Miss Anya quickly made up her mind after sobbing and releasing her grief.
If the Seven Gods were destined to arrange such a fate for her, then even if it meant destruction, she would drag this country bumpkin into the Seven Hells.
Thinking of this, Miss Anya instantly made up her mind. She must make this damn annoying guy fall completely in love with her, and then after he was hopelessly infatuated with everything about her, completely destroy this bastard.
So, this would be a long and deadly war. Only the one who laughs last is qualified to declare victory.
But before that, she would definitely not let this country bumpkin, who only had a handsome face, a tall body, and a vicious mind, touch a finger of hers.
Even if the other party knelt down and begged, even if he became as lowly as those suitors in the past, don't even think about touching the hem of her skirt.
After secretly making up her mind, Miss Anya also raised her head, fully displaying her deadly charming face, making that country bumpkin stare blankly.
After making up her mind, Miss Anya sat generously in the hostess's seat instead.
At the same time, Jon, standing opposite Miss Anya, was indeed attracted by this tempting stunner.
Different from the plump and mature Queen Cersei, the red-haired woman in front of him, who was similar in age to him, had an intoxicating youthful atmosphere and a lively posture.
Even if she didn't deliberately charm, it made people want to get close and hold her in their arms.
Moreover, Jon had already tasted the flavor of women now, and had absolutely no immunity to such delicious beauty.
Seeing that the other party was not only not crushed but even acted with a posture of turning from guest to host, Jon immediately had a premonition that he might very likely be done for in this woman's hands in this life.
Just as this thought rose in Jon's mind, the guard who had just received the order returned. He then walked to the Baron in a panic, bent down, and whispered in his ear.
After listening to the guard's report, the smile originally hanging on Jon's face solidified completely and cracked like dried mud on the wall, looking even uglier than Miss Anya's face earlier.
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