Chapter five hundred and eighty-ninth distribution frontier
A famous witness stood up and publicly exposed the amiable-looking but actually sanctimonious bachelor in front of him.
The nobles of the Seven Kingdoms and the people of King's Landing who were watching the ceremony also showed expressions of disgust, and even couldn't help spitting and throwing rotten eggs and fruits at Grand Maester Pycelle.
"Pooh"
"Scum!"
They did not expect that this great bachelor had done so many things, many of which were eye-opening to them. He was already old enough to be the grandfather of girls, yet he extended his dirty hands to them.
"Execute him!"
"Execute him!"
The first voice sounded at the scene, and then resonated with people. More people shouted loudly, asking the impartial Minister of Justice to sentence this scumbag bachelor to death. He would not be given a chance to live, and he would not be able to live longer.
During this period, Oberyn tried many cases fairly and openly. Relying on his clever and clever brain, he achieved high efficiency and accuracy in the cases. As a result, he gained more and more love from the people, and even reversed the legacy he left behind when he went on a killing spree in the Western Territory.
notoriety.
After all, humans are forgetful. A few months ago, they were Dornish barbarians who were sons of bitches. Now they have executed the nobles and distributed their property to compensate the people of King's Landing who had been plundered. As a result, Oberyn has become the blue sky.
Grandpa.
Archmaester Pycelle, who was surrounded by angry people, was in a state of disarray. His forehead was smashed by a flying apple, and blood flowed out.
"Me me me"
He did not expect that he would cause public outrage, and even his former aristocratic 'friends' were unwilling to intercede on his behalf and avoided his gaze.
The old man with gray hair and beard was holding his head, and his cheeks were stained with blood. At this moment, he no longer expected to escape unscathed, so Grand Maester Pycelle begged the judge. He hoped to be able to wear black clothes and join the vigil.
Opportunities for the Human Legion.
However, not everyone can have such an opportunity. For example, the Velaryon family needs the consent of His Majesty the King to join the Night's Watch. But unfortunately, His Majesty the King is currently on a 'southern tour' in the back garden of the royal family.
He is recuperating in Highgarden and has not returned yet.
Therefore, the decision can only be made by the chief judge and the other two deputy judges.
In the square below the Red Keep of King's Landing.
This time, three judges will be appointed to judge cases every day in this public trial. The chief judge is always the unshakable Minister of Justice Oberon, while the other two judges are two people from the governors and ministers who take turns to judge the case every day.
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"This bastard piece of shit."
And the Minister of War, Kago, who was sitting on the chair on the left, spoke in a blunt and muddy Common Tongue of Westeros.
Although his level of common language is not very good, after all, it has been so long since he came to Xidu, and he roughly understands the evidence just presented by the witnesses.
Moreover, he did not speak other common languages very well, but the first thing he learned was various sports words such as "shit" and "fuck", which are classics that will be passed down forever.
"We Dothraki will only rape foreign women, but we will never touch our own girls!"
Children are quite special to the Dothraki. Even if they want to confiscate their homes and exterminate their entire family, they will not touch children who are lower than the wheel.
Of course, this is also the cultural difference between other civilizations and the Dothraki. Children of other civilizations refer to people who have not yet reached the age of sixteen and whose bodies and brains are not yet sound.
The Dothraki grew up on horseback. They were at home all over the world and kept fighting, war, and war. Therefore, boys who were larger than the size of a wheel could already be called warriors in the tribe and could inherit their father's scimitar.
There was a war on the battlefield.
That's why the Dothraki kill children who get over the wheel.
"Lord Kago is right."
When Oberyn heard Kago's words, he turned his head and was speechless for a while. This barbarian sounded very proud? Then wouldn't girls of other races be girls?
But of course Oberyn would not argue with the barbarians that the civilized world should fight now. This is how the Dothraki fight, and sometimes these self-proclaimed civilized people can be more cruel.
"Lord Oberyn!"
On the other side, the Governor of the Valley, Petyr Baelish, sitting on Oberyn's left, wearing a black cloak and wearing the medal of the Whispering Bird on his chest, also spoke loudly.
"Grand Maester Pycelle betrayed his king and caused tragedy. He should be held responsible for the disaster in King's Landing more than ten years ago."
"I also recommend that he be sentenced to death."
Then Littlefinger nodded implicitly to Kago on the other side.
He wanted to get close to this Dothraki, but unfortunately it was a mismatch.
The other party didn't understand his set of palace etiquette at all, but turned his head and picked his teeth carelessly.
"Uh...Lord Oberyn."
At this moment, the Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch, Jeor Mormont, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.
He also has a place on the bench because he is the 'dustbin' for criminals.
All scum can be accepted into the Night's Watch Legion as long as they are still alive, and now is the time for the Legion to rebuild and 'recruit talents'.
"Lord Commander Jeor Mormont, this is the man you want?"
When he heard the voice of the Commander-in-Chief of the Night Watch, Oberyn also turned his head and looked at him.
"Maester Aemon is already too old. I thought...perhaps we could ask Grand Maester Pycelle to come to the north to help him?"
"Of course, it's up to you to make a fair judgment."
Although Maester Aemon had found his descendant, Viserys was willing to take the initiative and personally issue an order to lift his oath and let him stay in King's Landing to live out his days.
However, Maester Aemon rejected Viserys's request. He had adhered to his lifelong oath, and he was destined to be buried in the north.
Therefore, in the future, he will follow the Night's Watch army to go north, repel the remaining White Walkers, and regain the North and the Great Wall.
But Maester Aemon is indeed too old, and he doesn’t know how many more years he can live. And now the Night’s Watch has a thousand men and only one maester is not enough, so Mr. Jeor Mormont
The Commander 'cherished talents' and had the audacity to ask for people at this time. Grand Maester Pycelle was still a little younger than Maester Aemon.
"Well...Join the Night's Watch..."
Oberyn heard the opinions of the two deputy judges and the request of Lord Commander Jeor Mormont, and slightly touched the beard on his chin.
He suddenly felt that letting this old dog fight in the icy and snowy environment of the north would be a good way to torture him in the future, which would be far more satisfying than hanging him now.
Because as a member of the Royal Council, he knew that Viserys was preparing to regain the North.
As the main force to regain the North, it is no longer suitable to use the Targaryen army. Instead, the Night's Watch and the Northerners will serve as the main force, providing them with resources and help to regain their homeland.
Oberyn then sought the opinions of two associate judges, and finally pronounced that Grand Maester Pycelle would join the Night's Watch as a maester.