Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 146 Enthusiasm
Taking a deep breath, Ian adjusted his mood and continued to walk forward.

Passing through a dungeon-like gate made of cold-rolled steel rods as thick as an arm, Ian finally came underground. The cold and humid air here made him shiver.

Soon Ian discovered that this place was really a dungeon.

Because he saw that cells began to be neatly arranged on both sides of the corridor, with relatively clean straw mats inside, and slave warriors wearing chains were imprisoned in each room.

This corridor was really long, and Ian felt like he had walked in it for a century. He didn't notice that they had finally come to an end until he heard a burst of wild cheers.

Passing through the bronze door engraved with ancient Valyrian characters, Ian found that the world inside was truly unique.

Different from the dark, messy and noisy underground arena in the impression, it seems that the construction here is quite emotional.

The basement wasn't too big, and the entire auditorium probably could accommodate more than a hundred people at most, and the battle platform built like a huge cage in the middle was only suitable for two people to fight.

The surrounding rock walls are covered with glazed tiles depicting ancient dragons and beasts.Marble sculptures inlaid with precious stones and crystals are distributed around the hall.

There were not many people in the hall, only about 20 people, and most of the chairs around were vacant.

Judging from the clothes of these people, they are obviously all the noble children of Pentos, and they are cheering for the beautiful sword of a certain gladiator on the battle platform at the moment.

Ian followed everyone's gaze to the battle platform. The slaves were entering the animal cage to collect the corpse with its internal organs scattered, and then sprinkled a layer of loess on it.

And the victorious swordsman was full of gold coins thrown by the noble youths amidst cheers.

"Earl Darry, Master Yada, and Earl Grafson, welcome to the White Blade Arena." A woman in a purple velvet off-the-shoulder dress greeted them, and she saluted Ian and the three of them.

And Rolle and Case who followed behind them were just regarded as ordinary attendants and were ignored.

Ian had seen this woman before at Khal Drogo's banquet.

Delive Howcott, who can make Prince Hazan, who was described by Illyrio as "terrible", have the control of his head taken away by his crotch, so that he can accept the life and death challenge of Suda Tetrus woman.

Smelling the smell of natural spices close at hand, and looking at the deep gully in the white greasy, Ian felt in a trance that Hazan might not be entirely to blame for this incident.

Suddenly, Ian remembered Illyrio's information about Hazan being extremely possessive and irritable when it came to this woman, and immediately took a step back calmly, keeping a more polite and safe distance from Delive .

Delive didn't notice Ian's actions, she was thinking about a question.

When she saluted these people just now, she first greeted Ian who was standing on the left, followed by the water dancer Master Yada who was standing on the right, and Earl Daeron Grafson who was about to stand in the middle. Put it to the end.

But judging from the reactions of the few of them just now, they didn't seem to be aware of such a faux pas. That is to say, in their subconscious, this order of salutations is reasonable.

This confirmed Prince Hazan's conjecture that Daeron's real status was indeed lower than Ian's, even lower than Yada, who was supposed to be his subordinate.

"You are still so bright and charming, Miss Delive." Daeron complimented.

"Thank you for your praise, Lord Earl," Delive smiled, "This way please, everyone, His Royal Highness is waiting for you in the stands."

After speaking, Ian and his group walked towards the main stand behind Delive.

"I have a doubt, Miss Delive," Ian said while observing the environment of the entire underground hall, "Why is your arena underground? But the one of Suda Tetrus is in the underground hall?" On the ground, and on a much larger scale than yours."

"Do you want to be honest?" Delive blinked her eyes.

"if convenient."

"Because our Braavos party is an abolitionist, my lord," Delive said in a tone of embarrassment, "After Hazan accepted Suda's contract, we also need to find an arena to recruit proxy warriors, but It is impossible for us to revive this kind of sport as openly as Suda, so we rented this one of the few underground arenas in Pentos."

"It's really important." Ian nodded.

At this time, they had already arrived in front of the main stand, Hazan stood up, looked at Delive questioningly, and the latter nodded to him.

So Hazan went straight to Ian.

"Hazan Mohararis," Hazan introduced himself, holding out his hand, "son of Trigg Mohararis, Prince of Pentos, and Marian Frega, Caretaker of Braavos, is my mother .”

Prince Hazan was not dressed as gorgeously as he was at Drogo's banquet. He was wearing a high-quality armor at the moment, with an ivory dagger and a long sword hanging from his waist. The look of a warrior.

"Ian Darry," Ian reached out and shook his hand lightly, introducing his empty title without blushing at all, "Earl of Darry City, Hand of the King of His Majesty Viserys."

"I have known you for a long time, Ian." Hazan paused, "Can I call you Ian directly? You can also call me by my name directly."

Overly enthusiastic, this is Ian's first feeling.

Ian could understand if he had this attitude after he told Hazan about the problem with the two water dancers.

But now, from Hazan's perspective, he should not be of much use value to him, so his enthusiasm is intriguing.

Or, this is just a kind of condescending humility.

A person with a very high status, a strong aura of a superior, and a person who seems difficult to serve at first glance, but deals with you with a humble and casual attitude, most people will feel flattered, which can make him Easily take the initiative in the conversation.

"Of course, you can do whatever you want, you don't have to be so restrained." Ian nodded slightly and made a test.

Hazan was immediately stunned. Ian's attitude made him inexplicably feel that the other party was the prince of Pentos, and he was the wandering knight serving the beggar king.

"Hahaha!" After a short period of sluggishness, Hazan let out a burst of hearty laughter, "I like your character, Ian, and I hope we can become friends."

"I just made a joke." Ian smiled apologetically and lowered his posture again. "It is my honor to be friends with Your Highness."

"Please sit down as you please." Hazan made a gesture of invitation, guiding Ian and the others to sit down in the main stand, and then clapped hands for the servant to serve the red wine.

After Ian took it, he just pretended to take a sip and put the glass aside.

"The next match is about to begin," Hazan himself took a seat beside Ian, "We have recruited many powerful fighters, you know, this time Suda and I paid a lot of money, very high.

Look at the guy with the arakh, he used to be a Dothraki khal, he was sold as a slave after he was defeated, and I bought it after a while, and the short black man with the hand ax next to him is from The mercenary king of the Summer Isles.

In short, please tell His Majesty Viserys for me that I am sure of winning this contest, and choosing to help me is definitely an opportunity for him to make the Targaryen name shine again. "

"Your Highness, you may have misremembered," Ian said calmly, "It is Earl Grafson's task to examine your victory, and you should tell him this."

"We thought we were friends already, Ian," Hazan sighed, and met Ian's eyes. "I've recognized you from the moment you helped me at Drogo's banquet." Your friendship and all who know me know that I have always been sincere and generous to my friends."

"So." Hazan slowed down his tone and asked almost word for word, "Are you my friend?"

(End of this chapter)