Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 150 Women only affect the speed at which I draw my sword
Women will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword, but a rich woman will buy me the fastest and best sword. Ian thought of this sentence inexplicably.

The daughter of Marianne Frega, the richest custodian of the Iron Bank, and the younger sister of Prince Hazan. Not to mention that his family's genes are indeed invincible, and the family's appearance is already full.

Even if Celia is a bit ugly, can I refuse such an opportunity to reach a direct and stable alliance with the Iron Bank?
The world will lie to you, but money will not.

"I'm sorry Your Highness, I didn't fully understand what you mean?" Ian needed to confirm that he wasn't being self-indulgent.

"Ian, your Darry family has a bloodline of 6000 years, and our Frega family" Hazan did not say his father's surname, the Moharris family, "is as old and glorious, and you are now His Majesty Viserys The Hand of the King, in my opinion, you and my sister are a match made in heaven, so."

"I would be very honored, Your Highness," Ian didn't let Hazan ask the question a second time, showing a look of surprise and excitement—half of it was true, but more of it was a habit of acting.

"To be honest," he glanced at Celia next to him, and said with ease, "When I first saw Lingmei at Drogo's banquet, she already occupied my whole heart. I request you to marry my younger sister to me."

"Of course," Hazan laughed, surprised by Ian's approach, "Then, we will be brothers from now on, maybe you can as soon as possible."

"However," Ian interrupted Hazan, "I hope that our engagement and even the news itself will be announced after I help you successfully persuade Governor Illyrio. As you know, Governor Illyrio Did not agree to join our camp," Ian directly used the word us, counting himself as Hazan's people,

"If news of my marriage contract with your young sister is reported at this time, it may destroy the 'objectivity' of my suggestions in Governor Illyrio's mind, and even affect Illyrio's trust in me, which will be very detrimental to me Lobbying Governor Illyrio." After Ian finished speaking, he secretly observed Hazan's reaction.

This is what Ian is most worried about. The time he expected to break with Illyrio is after capturing Slave Bay, not now.

Even if they want to break up early, at least they have to wait until they leave Pentos together with Mawang and the others. Only then can he be considered free from Illyrio's influence.

After hearing Ian's proposal, Hazan obviously hesitated for a moment, and then nodded in agreement: "You are right, Ian, I overlooked this point, we really can't announce this news now."

He didn't even want to win over Illyrio!Ian suddenly had such a feeling.

Hazan's hesitation just now and his performance when he proposed to him in the morning that he could help him persuade Governor Illyrio to join his camp all illustrate this point.

But how is this possible?

"I will convince Lord Illyrio as soon as possible," Ian made a new test, and he assured Hazan, "I believe this won't make Lingmei wait too long."

"This is your freedom, Ian." Hazan did not raise any objections and readily agreed.

Actually agreed?how come?Ian frowned.

Suddenly, he saw Jorah walking to the preparation area under the battle platform, "Look, Jorah is on the field, enjoy his battle, Your Highness." Taking the opportunity to temporarily end the conversation.

Hazan heard the words and looked towards the battle stage. The previous battle decided life and death. The victor secured his qualification to participate, while the challenger left his life on the field.

The slaves of the arena went to the arena as usual, dragged away the corpses on the sand, cleaned up the internal organs and severed limbs scattered on the ground, and then spread a thick layer of yellow sand on it to cover up the traces of blood.

With the sound of the referee's horn, Jorah and his opponent stepped onto the stage.

Jorah Mormont now dons his trademark composite plate armor, and holds his sword in both hands, pointed at his opponent, arms at shoulder height.

His opponent was a typical slave warrior, dark skinned, short and fierce, his height only reached Jorah's chest, but his footsteps were so nimble that Jorah didn't dare to attack him easily.

With a steel hatchet in one hand and a log shield in the other, the slave warrior spun around the edge of the ring, each trying to find a hole in his opponent.

While watching the game, Ian thought about Hazan's anomalies.

On the battle arena, the two sides tentatively launched several attacks, and the metal collided, sparking sparks, but the two quickly broke away after the fight, and walked around each other just like before.

According to Ian's count, Jorah's sword slashed through the opponent's round wooden shield three times, but only left a small cut on it, and then splashed a small amount of sawdust.

And the slave warrior launched a total of six attacks, three of which failed, two slashes on Jorah's breastplate failed to break through, and one was blocked by Jorah's gauntlet.

This kind of self-contained equipment competition is not fair, and the side with better protective gear is obviously more dominant.

But it’s not absolute. After all, both Prince Hazan and Suda Tetrus have sufficient funds to equip the proxy warriors on both sides with the best armor. If some warriors refuse, it can only mean that heavy armor will hinder their combat effectiveness. .

A sudden burst of cheers interrupted Ian's thinking. It turned out that the slave warrior finally moved. He rushed towards Jorah, facing Jorah's iron sword, and at the moment when the two weapons were about to touch , lowered his waist and slid on his back.

The slave warrior uttered a deep battle cry, dodging Jorah's sword that slashed at his head, lowered his body and stepped on the yellow sand on the ground, and slid suddenly, the hatchet in his hand cut between Jorah's legs go.

Jorah's reaction was extremely fast. Just as the opponent was sliding down, he raised his knees and used the steel shin guard to push against the opponent's chin. When the two sides collided, the slave warrior was immediately knocked out, shattered The missing teeth fell to the ground, and a few sticky strands of blood were pulled out from his mouth.

And his insidious ax also deviated from the target due to the sudden heavy blow, and hit Jorah's skirt armor, and the hand ax was stuck on the ground.

As soon as the slave warrior got up, before he had time to smack off the yellow sand covered on his bloody face, Jorah's sword came in front of his eyes, and he had to grab a handful of yellow sand and throw it at Jorah.

Taking advantage of the moment when Jorah dodged his head sideways, the slave warrior sprang up and rushed to Jorah's feet, hugged his legs and pulled with all his strength. Jorah, who was wearing heavy armor, fell to the ground with a bang, the armor and the ground The collision made a bang, and then a burst of yellow sand was splashed.

"It's a bad style of play," Prince Hazan said sideways to Ian. "Many knights in Westeros will definitely scoff at it, but it can bring victory."

"No, Jorah is not a knight." Ian shook his head. Jorah's strength surprised him. It seems that the plot of the Meereen Arena in the drama version is not nonsense.

Sure enough, just as the slave warrior took advantage of Jorah's fall to the ground, he jumped on him and tried to insert a dagger into the gap between his throat and shoulder armor to kill him. Jorah hit the slave warrior's face with the head of the iron helmet. With a slam on the ground, it smashed the nose of the slave warrior in an instant.

Then, taking advantage of the opportunity that the other party couldn't open his eyes, he pushed his knees against the other party's lower body, Jorah threw him to the ground, and greeted his face several times with his hands wearing iron gloves. Suddenly, the slave warrior His face was beaten to a bloody mess, his facial features couldn't be distinguished, and dark red blood slid down his cheeks all over the floor.

After confirming that the other party had temporarily lost the ability to resist, Jorah stood up and stepped on the right hand of the slave warrior holding the dagger... There was a sound of broken finger bones that only the slave warrior could hear, and then Jorah snatched it from his hand. The dagger cut his throat mercilessly.

The next moment, cheers erupted in the arena.

(End of this chapter)