Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 131 Khal Drogo's Banquet ([-])
After watching Viserys leave, Ian just turned around and saw Jorah Mormont standing with Daeron.

The guy looked quite old, about forty years old, with dark skin and half of his head was bald. He was even more bald than Ian's previous life. Unlike the people around him, he didn't wear silky fine clothes or have a strong physique. It's not suitable to wear this either, he is just wearing a dark green sweater embroidered with a black bear, which looks out of place with the surrounding environment.

Seeing Jorah Mormont's appearance, Ian finally understood why this guy's road to licking dogs was so bumpy.

Ian didn't know what he was like when he was young, but right now, Jorah's looks were beyond words.

If Jorah really looked like a TV actor, Daenerys might have fallen in love with him during the helpless and long journey after Drogo's death.

But unfortunately, he is just a half-bald old man.

"Hello, Great Loyal Minister." Perhaps noticing Ian's gaze, Jorah greeted him jokingly, and then walked past Ian without stopping.

Hello, big lick dog, Ian echoed in his mind.

Of course he wouldn't say that, both because he didn't know how to translate the word lick dog into the Common Language accurately, and because Jorah Mormont hadn't started licking yet.
No, he already licked one...Ian suddenly wanted to laugh.

That was still Jorah's highlight moment.

In Aegon calendar 289, King Robert held a grand tourney in Lannisport in order to celebrate his victory over Balon's rebellion.

There, Jorah met the first goddess of his dog-licking career, Linice Hightower, daughter of the Earl of Oldtown.

Jorah asked her for a token to wear in the joust, and then went all the way, and defeated Jaime Lannister in the final to win the jousting championship, and crowned Linis Hightower as the queen of love and beauty.

He then proposed marriage to Lord Leighton Hightower, and obtained the consent of the other party.

The poor boy in the countryside in the north picked the flowers of the high mountains in the bay of Yanguan River, and the impoverished Earl of Bear Island married the princess of Old Town. This is an inspirational love story.

It's a pity that this jousting seems to have exhausted all the good luck in Jorah's life, and his misfortunes have followed one after another since then.

Linnis, who lived in Old Town, the wealthiest city in Westeros since she was a child, couldn't learn to be frugal at all when she came to Bear Island. She quickly squandered all Jorah's wealth and left him heavily in debt.

In order to pay off the debt, Jorah had to sell the captured poachers to the Tyroshi as slaves.

Unfortunately, however, he met a slave trader who didn't talk about martial arts. The guy stabbed the matter to Jorah's lord Ed Stark in order not to give money, and Jorah was sentenced to death for this.

Before Ed came to Bear Island, Jorah and Linnis ran all night and fled all the way to Rhys.They ran out of money quickly, and Jorah had to earn money as a hedge knight.

Soon, greater misfortune befell Jorah again—his wife ran away with Rhys' trade governor.

In the following days, Jorah traveled between the Free Trade Cities, and even traveled westward to Vaes Dothrak (the city of the horse king), but life did not get better until Varys contacted him.

Then there is the familiar plot. Jorah found a new goddess and rekindled his dog-licking soul.

Shaking his head, Ian held back a smile.

Just as he was about to go up to talk to Jorah, he suddenly noticed that three people who seemed to be of high status were walking towards him.

So, Ian temporarily stopped in his tracks.

"Mr. Yada Moore, I really didn't expect you to be in Pentos." The other party ignored Ian and said directly to the water dancer beside Ian. Perhaps it was because of the relationship with others, his attitude was very Respectfully.

"I'm sorry, I don't know who this Your Excellency is?" Yada Moore asked pretending to be stupid.

"Lord Oranto Lanstain, the Braavosi ambassador to Pentos, you may not know me, but I have seen you fight in the Sea King's Hall, and your water dance is exquisite. "Ambassador Oranto laughed.

"Oh." Yada nodded casually.

"Uh" Orlanto received a cold reception, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He just continued to enthusiastically introduce Yada to the people behind him, "Mr. Yada is the master of our Braavos water dancers. After he left the Palace of the Sea King Before, I only lost to the chief swordsman once."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the two people behind him, and said to Yada, "This is Prince Hazan Moharris and his fiancée, Miss Delive Howcott."

"Prince Hazan is the son of Ms. Marian Frega, the key keeper." After Oranto finished speaking, he added in a low voice in Yada's ear.

Ian heard the words and looked over. The man called Prince Hazan was wearing a fine satin robe, with a gorgeous gemstone belt around his waist, and a machete with an ivory handle hanging on it.

His eyes are sharp, like eagles and snakes, with a strong aura of superiority.

Hazan's aura is different from Illyrio's. Illyrio is strong and restrained, and his tone is gentle but makes people violate it, but Hazan is pure and fierce. As long as he stands in front of you, you will feel a sense of aura. An invisible oppression.

On Hazan's side, Delive Howcott was wearing a purple off-the-shoulder evening dress, and the close-fitting tailoring technique just rightly highlighted her exquisite figure.

As the two approached, Ian could vaguely smell the faint scent of natural spices coming from her body.

What a pair of talents and looks, Ian secretly sighed, just looking at their looks, these two will not lose to Viserys and Daenerys just now, even because Dany is not yet fully developed, she is still very young now. Far less attractive than the Delive in front of her.

No wonder Suda Tetrus was so pissed off after being robbed of his fiancée
"Ms. Marion Fraga, the richest keykeeper of the Iron Bank? I've heard of...Prince Hazan, right?" Yada saluted slowly, "So, you are looking for me Is there anything expensive?"

"Mr. Yada," this time it was Prince Hazan's turn to speak himself. Unlike Ian's expectations, his voice was not as domineering as his demeanor, and even gave people a warm feeling, "Welcome to Pan Toss, I don’t know if I have the honor to invite you to the dinner party at my mansion tomorrow, let’s show our friendship as a landlord.”

Hazan did not rashly invite Yada to join the battle for him, but tried to make friends first by means of banquets.

This is not good for Ian's plan. What Ian wants is to finalize the agreement on the spot, without giving Illyrio a chance to stop it.

If he waited until tomorrow, then Illyrio would have enough time to tell himself what was at stake.

At that time, unless he confronts Illyrio, he will lose this chance to kill the player Ender Poole.

(End of this chapter)