Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

"The coat of arms of the Grafson family of Seagull Town." Ian gave the answer.

"You are really well informed."

"Heraldry is a compulsory course for nobles." Although I am not a noble, "So," Ian returned to the topic, "He arrived at the inn yesterday afternoon? He hasn't left today?"

"Yeah, he didn't order breakfast either."

"Then which King's Landing is he going to?" Ian looked up and glanced out the window. From the height of the sun, he could probably tell that it was already past nine in the morning. How could anyone on the road not set off at this time?

"I don't know, Jazz."

Of course you don't know. "Knock on his door, ask him if he wants breakfast, observe his room to see what he is doing, and then come and report to me."

In fact, his intuition tells Ian that this knight is unlikely to be a player. After all, if a player wants to come here to form an alliance or hunt, there is no reason to tell the shop owner that he is rushing to King's Landing.

But there is no need to pay more for Jenny to go and see the situation.

"Yes." Janey was reluctant, because she might not know how she would be scolded if the knight was still sleeping. However, in comparison, she was more afraid of the "richest man in the world" in front of her. people'.

"Also, let Martha personally deliver our breakfast later."

"Yes, sir."

"While Martha is busy in the kitchen, you can do some of her work here. You can ask her about the specific situation now, but remember, I am conducting a very important and secret arrest. If The secret is out”

"No, absolutely not, I swear." Jenny quickly promised.

Ian waved his hand, indicating that she could leave.

Jenny then ran out of the room as if relieved.

Not long after, a breakfast that was very rich for this era was delivered to Ian's room.

The meal consisted of a pot of mutton soup made from turnips, barley, carrots and onions, a big fat goose, a pot of buttered peas, a plate of beet salad, three portions of oatmeal bread and three glasses of ale.

Ian didn't drink in the morning, so he gave the drink to Roll.

"Tell me about the Black Falcon situation." Ian took the soup that Martha had served for him.

"Sorry, Sir, I haven't communicated with Boss Morgan yet."

Ian looked at her, waiting for her explanation.

"That's right, Boss Morgan hasn't left the room yet, nor has he ordered breakfast. He probably hasn't gotten up yet."

"Your niece just reported to me that a knight of the Grafson family didn't get up. Why, they two slept together?"

"Sir, you really love to joke."

"So you need me to teach you how to knock on the door?" Ian rolled his eyes, "You won't wake him up if he doesn't get up?"

"I don't dare, Sir, Boss Morgan hates being disturbed when sleeping," Martha shook her head quickly, seeming to sense Ian's displeasure, and she quickly added,

"But I have already taken care of the other mercenary issues for you! Four scattered mercenaries have been sent away. Of course, there is still one mercenary left in the store who just arrived yesterday. I ignored him and let him stay. In the hall."

"Then, then," Martha continued, "the two mercenary captains Denzel and Sir Grantham have expressed their willingness to accept your mission. Denzel's mercenary team has 9 people. I The price negotiated for you is 3,000 silver deer per month. Sir Grantham only has 4 men, but all of them are cavalry. Their price per month is 2,500 silver deer."

"They can come to see me now?" Ian has no objection to the price. Three times the market price was the price he proposed himself.

"Yes, they have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Then meet them first. You go and let the two captains in. Also, pay attention to Black Falcon. When he comes out, talk to him about me as soon as possible."

"Yes." Martha left the room after receiving the instructions.

After a while, a handsome young man with burgundy hair and a middle-aged man wearing chain mail knocked on the door and walked in.

The burgundy-haired young man wore a Dornish-style robe, with a scimitar and a dagger hanging on his belt. The middle-aged man wore a chainmail shirt with no other protective accessories. A long sword hung at his waist.

It was obvious that neither of them had any intention of disarming themselves before entering, and it was impossible for Ian to take the initiative to make such a request, which would only show his lack of self-confidence.

Without waiting for Ian's order, Keith took a step forward casually and stood at the wall between Ian and the two mercenaries. This distance would not affect Ian's conversation with them, but if the mercenaries If there is any abnormal behavior, he can immediately take action to subdue the opponent.

"You look so young, sir." The young man said with a smile.

"I am Ser Lucion Lannister, and I am not a grown man," Ian corrected.

When Jenny called him "sir" before, Ian didn't correct her. That's because for those civilians, titles are not that important. But now there is a knight among the mercenary captains in front of Ian, so these issues need to be discussed. It's clearer.

Since the role he plays is a knight, he cannot accept the title "my lord" presumptuously. There is no need for Ian to leave a bad impression for such a trivial matter.

"A Lannister?"

"Any questions?"

"No," the young man shook his head, "My name is Denzel. They usually call me 'Spiky'. I am honored to serve you."

What an unflattering nickname.

"Sir Grantham," Grantson also introduced himself, and then got straight to the point, "As for the price Martha negotiated with us, we can get 2,500 silver deer a month."

"That's what I meant, no doubt about it," Ian looked at Denzel again, "And your team's 3,000. Regarding the remuneration, I can pay you half first, and then pay the other half after the task is completed."

"No, we need to get them all in advance." Grantson immediately refused.

"This is not the rule in this industry." Ian laughed.

"But for your assignment, that's the rule of the trade."

"My mission?" Ian narrowed his eyes slightly, "What did Martha tell you?"

"She didn't say anything, but I guess you need us to do something very dangerous, don't you?"

"Why do you think so?"

"The price you offered is three times the market price. If the mission wasn't particularly dangerous, who would give such a reward?"

"As rich as a Lannister." Ian said a motto that is widely circulated in Westeros. "What I want you to do for me takes a long time and requires obedience and execution, but it is basically not necessary." There will be danger. As for why I want to charge three times the price, it starts from an experience I had two years ago."