Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 101 Darren's Friend

"Ask your friend to introduce us to Governor Illyrio?" Ian guessed.

"No," Daeron shook his head, "Illyrio is a merchant, but he is also a governor. Ordinary members of the chamber of commerce are not qualified to see him at all. They can only meet Illyrio through the Banquet once a month."

"so?"

"I can try to ask my friends to see if he can give us the opportunity to dinner."

"Let? Can't those who go to the banquet bring followers?"

"If you are a more noble banquet attendant, of course you can, but ordinary members of the chamber of commerce or captains who apply on their own can only bring a female companion at most. Male companions are also fine. Pentos is not like Westeros on this issue. Just as serious."

"So your friend is just an ordinary Chamber of Commerce member?" Ian was a little disappointed.

"As far as they are concerned, maybe it's because of the fact that I'm the son of the lord of Seagull Town."

"That's the way it is. We need to meet the Governor, so I hope you can do me a favor and give us the qualification to attend the Governor Illyrio's banquet in the middle of this month." Daeron made his request to his friend.

"I'm sorry, Darren," Tarobane said as he sat on the sofa stuffed with horsehair and velvet, with a haughty look on his face, "I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to help you. Very important, it involves the distribution of the share of many trades in Pentos City in the next month."

"It's just one or two shipments of cheese," Daeron certainly knew what kind of business Talobine was in, "and I need this opportunity to ask my king." He then explained.

"Attention, Darren, you are not qualified to talk about 'cheese' in this tone now." Tarobyne imitated Darren's tone when he just talked about cheese in an extremely exaggerated way, "I used to tolerate you talking about cheese." The arrogance in front of me is because you are the son of the lord of Seagull Town, and now."

Tarobine shrugged, "Seagull Town has been taken away by the royal family, and you" he said and glanced at Ian who was standing behind Daeron, "You are nothing more than that."

Tarobane paused as he spoke, and he didn't know what he thought of, so he changed the subject directly, "And if I'm right, your ship is gone, right?"

"What are you?" Darren was a little surprised.

"If your ship is still there, you can pass the qualification test for the Governor's Banquet by yourself, so what else do you need from me?"

"I"

"So, now that you have nothing at all, what reason should I have to help you?" Talobine tapped his fingers on the table, looking at Daeron who looked more and more embarrassed.

Ian looked at Daeron's disappointing look, and couldn't help but feel the idea of ​​slapping the damn cheesemonger on the face with a golden dragon, making him kneel down and donate his quota for the banquet.

But he knew he couldn't do this, because it also didn't fit the personality of 'Ian River'.

In Ian's plan, he couldn't show any financial power in Pentos.He must show an image of 'almost no power' in front of Illyrio, so that Illyrio can safely recommend him to the Viserys brothers and sisters.

By the time they left Pentos and embarked on a journey to Vaes Dothraki, and showed their fangs again, Illyrio was beyond his reach.

But before leaving Pentos, he must hide his financial resources.

Both Illyrio and Varys had a background in intelligence, and Illyrio could always check his every move in Pentos.

"Mr. Tarobane," Ian finally said in person, "I don't know what you need us to do to give us the opportunity to have this banquet." Ian could understand the cheesemonger's expression, his There are four big characters in the eyes that are for sale.

"I"

"Don't rush to deny it. From the very beginning, you just told us that this request made you very embarrassed. Then you emphasized the importance of the banquet to you, and reminded Darren to recognize his current identity.

Moreover, when you were about to open your mouth to humiliate us, you held back your words. If I guessed right, you are planning to ask us in a charitable tone when we are disappointed and ready to leave? "

Tarobane was stunned for a few seconds, then put down his raised legs, sat up straight again, and looked at the young man behind Daeron who he once thought was Daeron's attendant with scrutiny.

"I can see your anxiety," Ian said again, "and since you're going to the trouble of doing all this instead of asking for it, it means that the thing you're thinking about is either a mess or a dirty job , or a dirty job that is difficult to handle. It just so happens that, in your eyes, we can help you solve this problem."

"I have to admit. You are very smart. I wonder if you are?" Tarobane forced himself to recover from his surprise.

"Sir Ian, I am a friend of Daeron." Ian was not in a hurry to reveal his new vest.

"Oh," Tarobane swept away the arrogance on his face, and put on a very friendly smile, "Sir Ian, Daeron's friend is my friend, and I do have a big problem here that needs to be dealt with.

And you just have the force to deal with these troubles." He glanced at the four knights beside Ian, and then looked at Ian again, "And wisdom, if you can help me deal with this matter, I will not only take this The place for a governor's banquet is handed over, and I can also provide you with a sum of [-]. Oh no, how about a hundred golden dragons? "

"Tell me in detail." Ian nodded.

Of course he didn't want to get himself into trouble when he first arrived in Pentos, but right now he really couldn't find a better choice.

If solving a merchant-level problem would get him a chance to meet Illyrio, he'd be okay with that.

As for the reward of one hundred gold dragons, it stands to reason that Ian doesn't like one hundred gold dragons, but he has a high income that is 'traceable' in Pentos, so that he can spend the money without worry. As for so digging and searching.

"I haven't brought chairs for the honored guests yet! There's nothing I can see." Hearing Ian's answer, Tarobane was overjoyed, and hurriedly scolded his servants.

Dirty work, Ian sat down on the chair handed by the servant, and inexplicably thought of a figure in his mind.

If he didn't need to change his vest, that guy should be the most suitable person for dirty work, right?
"Ah."

"The wind on the sea is very strong, you wear too little." 'Black Falcon' Dorian said to the mercenaries beside him, "But I didn't expect that you would follow."

"Although I don't know what tricks you guys are playing, you can't find jobs that earn 60 gold dragons in a month. I have no reason to give up such an employer."

"Yes," Black Falcon said, glancing at the mercenaries behind him, "There is no reason for anyone to give up."

Sir Ian might really be worrying too much, he added in his mind.

(End of this chapter)