Facing Jaime's questioning, a look of difficulty immediately appeared on Humfrey's face.
He bowed slightly, his posture very respectful: "We searched most of the cells but didn't find any trace of Lord Corleone. He should have been moved to another location by Captain Sven."
"Inter-squad law enforcement procedures are always a bit tedious. My men are inquiring about the specific location."
Saying this, Humfrey turned his gaze to Commander Ser Addam: "My Lord, you know that Captain Sven and his squad have always been responsible for affairs that don't allow others to interfere."
"You also know, after all, he is a distant relative of Earl Rosby, a veritable noble..."
This seemed like an explanation, but in reality, it was adding fuel to the fire regarding Sven.
"Bullshit!"
Sure enough, Addam was instantly enraged, slapping the table: "What the hell is House Rosby? Their territory isn't even as big as a whore's panties! I am the heir of Ashemark!"
"Call that presumptuous guy Sven back here immediately!"
"I want to see today who has the final say in the Gold Cloaks! Who gave him the guts to detain the Hand of the King's guest!"
Seeing this, Humfrey laughed inwardly but sighed helplessly on the surface: "My Lord, I'm afraid... he can't be called back for now."
"Captain Sven rushed back to Flea Bottom with a few men not long ago, saying there might be some 'important mission' that needs wrapping up."
"But he didn't say what the specific mission was, and I couldn't ask too much."
Seeing Addam's face getting uglier the more he spoke, Humfrey was blooming with joy inside.
Sven Rosby, you're dead this time!
Just then, Rorge, who had been groaning on the ground and secretly observing for a long time, finally recognized Jaime.
After all, Jaime had cut his hair, shaved his beard, and even put on clean white armor. He was simply a different person from the guy who rolled in mud and lost a hand earlier.
"Ah!!!"
"Ser Jaime!"
He scrambled forward almost immediately, trying to get close to Jaime. After being held down by the Gold Cloaks in time, he still reached out his hand, crying with snot and tears:
"Lord Corleone and I just won some money in Flea Bottom, but those Gold Cloaks colluded with the fighting pit owner to slander us as fugitives!"
"Lord Corleone argued strongly, but they beat us half to death without explanation! To protect me, Lord Corleone took who knows how many hits!"
"They... they even said they would convict us overnight and drag us to the Mud Gate to be hanged tomorrow morning!"
"Ser Jaime, please save us! Although I did wrong things before and my death isn't worth pitying, Lord Corleone... he is your savior!"
Rorge wailed incessantly, trying his best to exaggerate their innocence and the brutality of the Gold Cloaks. His two bloodstained hands kept scratching on the ground, as if wanting to write the word "miserable" on Jaime's boots.
Hearing his embellished accusation, Jaime's anger instantly reached its peak.
"Did you hear that, Addam?"
He turned abruptly, his emerald eyes staring dead at his childhood friend. He didn't roar, but his voice was full of cold killing intent.
"My man, my savior, is in your place, being framed, abused, and possibly even secretly executed by your subordinates!"
"I don't care if that Sven is a relative of Rosby or whatever ghost. Now, find Corleone immediately and bring him to me unharmed!"
"If anything happens to him, I swear by the name of Lannister, 'The Rains of Castamere' will play in Rosby for at least a month!"
Hearing this, Addam's face also became extremely serious.
You must know, "The Rains of Castamere" was not just a simple song!
When House Reyne rebelled back then, Duke Tywin exterminated the clan with thunderous means. Hundreds of men, women, old, and young in the family didn't survive. Afterward came this famous song that made the Seven Kingdoms tremble.
It is said that a few years after the extermination of House Reyne, House Farman of Faircastle showed signs of insubordination.
Duke Tywin didn't send troops, nor did he even say a word of rebuke. He just sent a harpist to play this song in the hall of Faircastle, and House Farman immediately bowed their heads in submission.
Seeing Jaime threaten with "The Rains of Castamere," even Addam felt that if things weren't handled properly, it would become quite tricky.
"What the fuck are you still staring for!"
He immediately roared at Humfrey: "Find someone to notify that bastard Sven, tell him to drop everything and roll back here immediately!"
"Also! Hurry up and search! Search every cell one by one! Within half an hour, you must invite Lord Corleone here for me!"
"Yes! My Lord!"
Humfrey was stunned at first, then responded loudly.
Seeing the anger of the two, he also knew the situation was serious beyond his imagination. After hesitating for a moment, he immediately added honestly:
"Right, I just remembered, there is a special cell deep in the prison used to detain some special prisoners. Maybe Lord Corleone is there!"
"I'll go check right now!"
"Wait!"
Humfrey turned to leave, but a hand landed on his shoulder.
Looking back, he saw Jaime's cold emerald eyes staring straight at him: "I... will go with you!"
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The dungeon of the Gold Cloaks Headquarters suddenly became restless.
Chaotic and hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor. The sound of armored boots hitting the stone floor was incredibly dense.
The prisoners were panicked by this sudden movement, clinging to the cold iron bars to look out.
"What's happening?"
"Damn, is someone getting executed?"
"Doesn't look like it..."
However, their curiosity harmed themselves.
"Get back! What are you looking at!"
A Gold Cloak guard roared irritably, his iron-shod club smashing ruthlessly towards every head sticking out.
Thumping sounds rose one after another. Many prisoners were beaten bloody and collapsed on the ground.
"Stay the fuck still!"
"Don't look! Pull your heads back!"
The guards, eyes red, scolded like driving livestock. The entire dungeon was in chaos.
The prisoners trembled with fear, daring not to make a sound anymore, only able to curl up in the corners, listening to the increasingly hurried footsteps outside, their hearts filled with fear.
Jaime Lannister moved quickly through the dim and damp corridor. His steps were fast; Humfrey had to almost jog to keep up.
The deeper he went, the smell of mold, urine, and blood filled his nostrils, and his heart sank deeper with every step.
That fool Sven Rosby, what exactly would he do to Corleone?
Whipping? Torture?
Or worse... breaking hands and feet?
Thinking this, he couldn't help gritting his teeth, his jaw muscles bulging high.
Damn it!
In his view, although Corleone was very smart, his swordsmanship was clumsy, and he had no ability to protect himself. Falling into the hands of these bottomless guys, heaven knew what he would encounter!
Remembering those steady and precise hands when Corleone treated his severed wrist, if those hands were...
No, can't think about it anymore!
Jaime shook his head, but the miserable image of Corleone being abused lingered in his mind.
That person who pulled him back from the torture of the Brave Companions and the edge of death, giving him new hope, his friend—if he really suffered irreversible misfortune in King's Landing...
He swore he would make everyone involved pay an unimaginable price!
Just when Jaime's worry reached its peak, they finally arrived at the end of the corridor, in front of that heavy iron door.
Sniffing lightly, a fragrance out of place with the dungeon environment wafted over.
Jaime's steps paused abruptly, his brows frowning tightly.
At the same time, Humfrey beside him also smelled it, his face instantly becoming strange.
"Open the door!"
Jaime quickened his pace while ordering.
Humfrey hurriedly trotted forward, fumbling to open the iron door without even lifting his head.
Standing still, Jaime rushed anxiously to the doorway and looked inside.
Only, the scene inside the door made the well-traveled Jaime Lannister instantly stunned.
"What the..."