Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

"I am a generous person, very generous." Ian was very satisfied with Martha's performance. "From the moment we entered the door, you have been calling us three knights. I did not correct you at the time, but in fact, they These two are merely my attendants.”

"Squire?!" Martha suddenly looked up at Rohr and Case, as if hoping they would retort, but she was soon disappointed because the two knights and squires were sitting respectfully on Ian's bed. There was no hint of displeasure around him.

"These are rewards for loyalty and hard work." Ian withdrew both hands and placed them on the shoulders of Rohr and Keith respectively. "I said that I am very generous, and I am also very rich."

This time the golden dragon was completely exposed in front of Martha. She stared at the golden dragon that was so close and did not dare to reach out to catch it this time.

"My father owns 20 ocean-going ships. Our family's trading fleet returns from Volantis, Qarth and even Yi Land every year, bringing back tens of thousands of golden dragons.

And I, who will inherit all this in the future, am being questioned.

They said that I had no ability, that I lacked wisdom and courage, but I told them that none of this was necessary, because I had money, enough money to have the wisest and most courageous people serve me, which would make me invincible.

Finally, I made a bet with Uncle Jaime, and he asked me to take my two squires to hunt down this group of fugitives who committed crimes in King's Landing. And I want to prove my ability to him through this action. "Ian picked up a golden dragon and put it into Martha's palm.

"If things go well and I'm happy, I can even give you all the bounty the queen offers for this. But if things go wrong, I may become a very difficult person to talk to. Now, you You should know how important this matter is to me, right?"

"yes."

"So, can you convince Black Falcon to do something for me?" Ian asked with a smile.

The story he just told was not for Martha. For a commoner like her, the 20 gold dragons alone were enough to conquer her.

The main reason why Ian spent time telling her stories was so that she could tell more stories to the Black Falcon.

Based on Ian's understanding of a commoner like Martha, he can basically imagine how she would tell this story to her old acquaintance after getting to know such a "cool" person.

After all, he was the one who wanted to cooperate directly with the Black Falcon. It would be a bit inferior to brag to him personally about how powerful he was, so it was just right to let Martha be the mouthpiece.

"Of course, Sir, if it were you, I think Boss Morgan would sell this face." Martha nodded tremblingly.

Everyone knows how to sell face for money, "By the way, are all the mercenaries in your inn now from Black Falcon?"

"Ah, no, only half. There are a total of 17 people," Martha paused for a few seconds, seeming to recall. "6 of them belong to the 'Sword Face' mercenary team. He is a subordinate of Black Falcon, and the other 10 people came to the store with Black Falcon this afternoon."

"Do you know everyone inside?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because of this." Ian clicked on the golden dragon on the table.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm too talkative. Well, everyone that Boss Morgan brought today should be all..." Martha recalled for a moment, and then changed her tone of affirmation, "Yes, I know them all."

"So among the guests staying today, are there any you don't recognize?" Ian asked again.

"Oh," Seven Hells! Martha cursed in her mind, "This is a crossroads, Sir. It's impossible for a stranger [Note 1] to know all the guests here."

"I don't expect you to know all the guests. I just need to know how many first-time guests have checked in after 8 o'clock in the morning today (start time). One by one, I want to know the information of all of them. "

Although the probability of a player actually appearing among these people is low, what if it happens? It never hurts to be cautious.

"I'm not always in the hall, and I may have some oversights in my grasp of the situation. I need to confirm this with Jenny and the others."

"You can ask her, but you can't tell her why. I don't want the news that I came here to catch fugitives to get out."

"But without Jenny's help, many things would be difficult to do. Most of the time I would be in the kitchen and I would warn her not to do it."

"No, when one person tells another person a secret that does not belong to him, it is not convincing to ask the other person to keep it secret. If you strongly ask her to join in, then you can only tell her after I personally warn her. She’s everything.”

"Okay, Jazz."

"Before breakfast tomorrow morning, I want to get the specific list of the strange guests who came here yesterday."

"List?"

"Not by name, just tell me who they are."

"Okay, Jazz."

"Besides, you said that only half of the mercenaries living in this inn are Black Falcon's men?"

"right."

"Then hire your other half too. I want to have absolute control over this place." Ian paused, "Of course, except for the strange mercenaries who just arrived in the store today. The mercenaries who arrived in the store today, you Ignore them, just note those people.”

"Except for the strange mercenaries who arrived today," Martha knew enough not to question the strange conditions, "Are there any other mercenaries required? Including teams and individuals?"

"Are there many single ones?"

"Not many, just a few. I didn't count them in detail."

"Where's the mercenary team?"

"Two mercenary teams, the captains are Denzel 'Spiky' and Sir Grantham."

"A hedge knight?"

"He said so himself."

"Okay, like this, for those scattered mercenaries, first assign them any tasks and send them out."

"What mission?"

"It doesn't matter what the task is, delivering letters, delivering wine, anyway, let them get away as far away as possible."

"Then they will definitely not complete your mission faithfully. They will just take your money and find a place far away from here to enjoy themselves."

"So what was my original purpose?"

"Let them get out of here." Martha stopped mid-sentence. "Forgive my stupidity, Sir."

"As for those two mercenary teams, I can hire them at three times the market price, provided they are absolutely obedient to me. Can I do that?"

"Of course, if it's this price." You can ask them to stick their butts up, but Martha didn't dare to say the second part.

"When discussing with them, don't reveal my purpose, just mention the reward, and then arrange for the two captains to meet me when I think it's appropriate."

Martha nodded again.

"Are you sure you remember everything?"

"Um," Martha was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook her head, "You just ordered too many things, and I'm worried that I might have missed something."

"Are you literate?"

"Sorry, Jazz."

"In this case, you'd better memorize my instructions, especially the details. I won't allow any negligence or omission." Ian said, repeating his previous instructions to Martha.

It's a hassle, but it's nothing compared to the hassle of screwing up.

It took a full 10 minutes for Ian to get this old woman with a mediocre memory to write down all the details.

"Then," Ian pointed to the golden dragon on the table until he was sure that Martha had remembered all his instructions, "take them away. This is your deposit. If things go well, I will pay it again after everything is over." Your final payment of the same amount."

"The Seven Gods bless you, generous lord." Martha beamed and eagerly took all the remaining golden dragons into her bag.

"Have someone clear the things on this table. I'm going to get ready to rest."

Only then did Martha notice that just when the knight handed over the task to her, the table full of food had been completely wiped out by the two attendants who had never spoken a word.

Martha left the room in a hurry, and soon two guys came up and cleaned up the room.

Out of the habit of his previous life, Ian also asked the waiter to bring him a basin, rinsed his mouth and washed his face and feet before extinguishing the oil lamp and lying down on a three-layer straw mat.

The prototype of the big net is basically in place. He just has to wait until tomorrow to finish talking with Black Falcon and the two mercenary captains, and then it will be time to hunt.

Notes: 1. The Stranger, one of the Seven Gods of Westeros, represents travelers and death. His image has no image.