The magister waggled his fat fingers. " Some contracts are writ in ink, and some in blood. I say no more" .
总督摇摇胖手指," 有合约以墨水写成,有
则以鲜血书就,点到为止,我不多说了。"
The last that Tyrion Lannister saw of Illyrio Mopatis, the magister was standing by his litter in his brocade robes, his massive shoulders slumped. As his figure dwindled in their dust, the lord of cheese looked almost small.
提利昂·兰尼斯特回头看了伊利里欧·摩帕提斯最后一眼,总督大人一身锦袍站在轿边,耷拉着肥厚肩膀。尘土飞扬,奶酪贩子
身影竟显得逐渐渺小起来。