Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

Ian smiled secretly in his heart. Illyrio thought he was shocked by the precise and magical mechanical functions, but he didn't know that he was just greedy for the crystals and gems on it.

Ian put down the clock and picked up a steel shield from the side.

Generally speaking, things like steel shields do not have much practical value, especially in this world without firearms. After all, wooden shields are enough to meet most defense needs, and they are much lighter than steel shields.

Of course, the steel shield in Ian's hand was not originally a practical weapon. The inside and outside of the shield were painted with glazes to depict the story of the ancient Leilian Dragon King. The dragon on it was lifelike and lifelike.

"This is a work of art made by a master painter from Volantis. It tells the story of the dragon king of ancient Valyria who conquered the Rhoynar." Illyrio continued to explain, seeming to show off his collection of treasures that impressed him. The mood is very good.

Too bad this isn't Valyrian steel, Ian thought, and lowered the shield.

Ian's eyes then glanced at a set of wine sets, which consisted of a silver kettle and four glass cups.

"That was made by the masters of Tyrosh. It is the purest and most transparent glass you can find in the world." Illyrio spoke again.

This reminded Ian of jade. The so-called glass type means that the more it resembles glass, the more valuable it is, but the glass itself is worthless. Of course, that is also a story after industrialization.

In this era, such pure glass products are undoubtedly priceless treasures.

But his eyes did not stop there, but continued to pass by a horn made of antlers and steel placed on a silver base and a multi-layered pearl necklace hanging on a bronze figure. The total length of the necklace reached two meters.

Ian's eyes continued to glance back, and he saw a gold crown with a huge black jade inlaid on the top, a huge blue and white porcelain, a folding fan painted with ink paintings, and a black dragon bone bow.

Finally, Ian's eyes fell on a cedar box.

That was his goal tonight.

"That box contains the dragon eggs you want to see." Illyrio said.

"Can I open it?"

Illyrio made a gesture of invitation.

So, Ian carefully opened the box.

Three stones appeared before his eyes.

One is dark green with many bronze spots, the other is light milky white with golden stripes, and the last one is black, like a midnight ocean, but with vibrant dark red waves and whirlpools.

"This thing is so beautiful." Ian admired. He reached out and touched one of them. It looked like ceramic or enamel, but it had rich textures to the touch, and you could clearly feel the tiny details on its surface. scales.

The stone was so big that Ian couldn't hold it completely with one hand. He retracted his hand, thoughtfully.

"This is a dragon egg from the shadow land east of Asshai." Governor Illyrio saw Ian's dazed look and stroked his long beard proudly, "It has been fossilized for thousands of years, but it still remains the same. Bright and moving.”

"This is simply the best gift. If this is not the gift you prepared, I really want to choose this." Ian tried in a joking tone.

"They are beautiful, right?" Illyrio smiled, "But this thing is for Daenerys. Only little girls like beautiful things. If you want to make friends with Khal Drogo, this is not the way to go." What a good choice.”

Ian wasn't angry either. He didn't expect Illyrio to give him such an expensive gift.

So he turned his back to Illyrio and closed the box again, then stood up.

"You are right," Ian picked up the dragon bone bow on the shelf, "according to Dothraki custom, only the things used by men in Khaleesi's bridal ceremony will be given to Khao as her husband. I want to befriend Drogo, and giving him a weapon would be more sincere."

After returning to his residence, Ian clicked on the system and began to check his data card.

[Ian: Strength 32, Agility 27, Mental Strength 19

Skills: Basic etiquette, basic reading and writing in Common Tongue, proficient swordsmanship, advanced equestrian, intermediate lance, basic shapechanger, basic greenseer

Attribute points: 2

Skill points: 4

Points: 52

Props: Scroll of basic skills of your choice

Skill Upgrade Scroll]

Since Ian spent 10 points to expand the system backpack before visiting Illyrio, his current points have reached 52 points.

To be honest, on the settlement day of the upcoming third month, this score makes his status as the "big brother on the list" no longer as certain as before.

Although the points provided by missions and killing players can be calculated, the points provided by achievements are always a variable.

If there is a player who has more points than him this time, Ian won't be too surprised. After all, he has spent too many points this month.

Of course, due to the urgency of the situation, he had to choose to expand the capacity of the backpack at such a point in time to ensure subsequent core benefits.

After checking the contents of the system backpack, Ian smiled and returned to the data card interface.

He first added two attribute points to mental power, and then upgraded the shapechanger's skills by one level.

The changes in the data are:

[Mental power: 21

Skills: Shapeshifter Intermediate

Attribute points: 0

Skill points: 2]

After completing this, Ian went to bed and looked forward to the direct confrontation with Xiao Heizi tomorrow.

Late Night at Winterfell

"Lyanna? Is that you?" Robert Baratheon was drunk and hugged the woman in front of him. "Lyanna, you discovered my sadness and came to comfort me, right?"

"Oh! I can actually see your face clearly. This is the first time in so many years." Robert reached out and caressed Lyanna's cheek. "How many years has it been since I saw your face clearly in my dreams? I've almost forgotten what you look like."

She is so beautiful, with the Stark's signature long face, brown hair and gray eyes.

She is still so young, and time seems not to have left any traces on her body.

Just like how Robert looked when he first saw her, as passionate as a galloping wild horse in the north, and as noble as a blooming winter snow rose.

"Your Majesty," 'Lyanna' struggled gently, "Don't do this, please let me go."

"You still refuse to forgive me," Robert said sadly, "You still blame me for not being able to save you from the hands of that villain Rhaegar."

"Your Majesty, I am not." She was still struggling, but she never broke away from Robert's arms.

"But I have already avenged you. I killed the villain with my own hands. I cut him into thousands of pieces. Then, I killed him ten thousand times in my dreams every day," Robert noticed. The woman finally stopped resisting and murmured in a low voice, "But this still doesn't relieve the hatred in my heart."

"I lost you, even if I got that iron chair, what's the use? In order to sit on it, I have to sleep with that bitch Cersei every day. She betrayed me, she betrayed me from the beginning , oh," Robert leaned his head on Lyanna's shoulder and sobbed softly, "None of this should have happened, if it weren't for me losing you."

"Your Majesty, I'm here." Lyanna finally confirmed that Robert was completely drunk and unconscious, so she took the initiative to hug Robert and stroked his back, "This time, I will never leave again. is you."

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