Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 155 Lyanna's Ghost
Ian laughed secretly in his heart, Illyrio thought he was shocked by the precise and magical mechanical function, but he didn't know that he was just greedy for the crystals and gems on it.

Ian put down the clock and picked up a steel shield from the side.

Generally speaking, things like steel shields don't have much practical value, especially in this world without firearms. After all, wooden shields are enough to meet most defense needs, and they are much lighter than steel shields.

Of course, the steel shield in Ian's hand was not a practical item. The inside and outside of the shield were glazed to depict the story of the ancient Leilian Dragon King. The dragon on it was lifelike and lifelike.

"This is a work of art made by a master painter from Volantis. It tells the story of the ancient Valyrian dragon king conquering the Rhoynar." Illyrio continued to explain, showing off the treasures he had collected so that he could I feel very good.

Too bad it's not Valyrian steel, Ian thought, and dropped the shield.

Ian's gaze then swept across a set of wine sets, which consisted of a silver jug ​​and four glass cups.

"It was made by the master of Tyrosh. This is the purest and most transparent glass you can find in the world." Illyrio said again.

This reminded Ian of jade. The so-called glass is more valuable the more it looks like glass, but the glass itself is worthless. Of course, that is also a story after industrialization.

In this era, such a pure glass product is undoubtedly a treasure with a high price.

But his gaze didn't stay on it, but continued to glance at a horn made of antlers and steel placed on a silver base and a string of multi-layered pearl necklaces hanging on a bronze figure, The total length of the necklace reached two meters.

Ian's eyes continued to sweep back, and he saw a golden crown with a huge piece of black jade inlaid on the top, a huge blue and white porcelain statue, a folding fan painted with ink paintings, and a black keel bow.

Finally, Ian's eyes fell on a cedar box.

That was his goal tonight.

"That box contains the dragon eggs you want to see." Illyrio said.

"Can I open it?"

Illyrio made a gesture of invitation.

So, Ian carefully opened the box.

Three stones appeared before his eyes.

One was dark green with many spots of bronze, one pale creamy white with streaks of gold, and the last was black, like a midnight ocean, but with dark red waves and swirls alive.

"This thing is so beautiful." This is Ian's admiration. He reached out and touched one of them. It looks like ceramics or enamel, but it has rich textures on the touch. You can clearly feel the tiny texture on its surface. scales.

The stone was so big that Ian couldn't fully hold it with one hand, so he withdrew his hand, thoughtful.

"This is a dragon egg from the land of shadows east of Asshai." Governor Illyrio saw Ian's dazed look, and stroked his beard proudly, "It has been fossilized for tens of thousands of years, but it still remains Bright and attractive."

"This is simply the best gift. If this is not the gift you prepared, I really want to choose this." Ian tentatively said in a joking tone.

"They're pretty, aren't they?" Illyrio smiled, "But this one's for Daenerys, only little girls like pretty things, and if you want to befriend Khal Drogo, it's not What a good choice."

Ian wasn't annoyed either, he didn't expect Illyrio to give him such a valuable gift.

So he closed the box again with his back to Illyrio, and stood up.

"You're right," Ian picked up the keel bow on the shelf, "According to the custom of the Dothraki, only things used by men in Kalishi's bridal ceremony will be given to Kaa as her husband. I want to befriend Drogo, and a weapon would be more sincere."

After returning to his residence, Ian turned on the system and began to check his data card.

[Ian: Strength 32, Dexterity 27, Mental Power 19
Skills: basic etiquette, basic reading and writing of common language, mastery of swordsmanship, advanced horsemanship, intermediate lance riding, basic skinchanger, basic greenseer
Attribute Points: 2
Skill Points: 4
Points: 52
Props: basic skill optional scroll

Skill Upgrade Scroll]

Since Ian spent 10 points to expand the system backpack before visiting Illyrio, his current points have reached 52 points.

To be honest, on the upcoming third month's settlement day, this score makes his status as the 'Big Brother' no longer as certain as before.

While points from missions and player kills can be counted, points from achievements are always a variable.

Ian wouldn't be too surprised if some players surpassed him in points this time, after all, he spent too many points this month.

Of course, due to the urgency of the situation, he had to choose such a time to expand the capacity of the backpack first, so as to ensure the follow-up core interests.

After checking the contents of the system backpack, Ian showed a smile, and then returned to the data card interface.

He first added two attribute points to mental power, and then upgraded the skinchanger's skills by one level.

The changed part of the data is:

[Mental power: 21
Skills: Skinchanger Intermediate

Attribute Points: 0
Skill points: 2]

After finishing these, Ian went to bed and looked forward to the direct confrontation with Xiao Heizi tomorrow.

Winterfell Late Night

"Lyanna? Is that you?" Robert Baratheon was drunk and hugged the woman in front of him. "Lyanna, you are the one who discovered my sadness and came here to comfort me, right?"

"Oh! How many years have I been able to see your face clearly? This is the first time," Robert reached out and caressed Lyanna's cheek, "How many years has it been since I saw your face clearly in a dream? I've almost forgotten what you look like."

She was so pretty, with the long face, brown hair, and gray eyes that were the hallmark of House Stark.

She is still so young, and the years don't seem to have left any traces on her.

Just like when Robert first saw her, as enthusiastic as a galloping Northland bronco, as noble as a blooming winter snow rose.

"Your Majesty," 'Lyanna' struggled lightly, "Don't do this, please let me go."

"You still won't forgive me," said Robert sadly. "You still blame me for not saving you from that villain Rhaegar."

"Your Majesty, I am not." She was still struggling, but she never left Robert's arms.

"But I've already avenged you. I killed the villain myself. I cut him to pieces, and I'll kill him ten thousand times every day in my dreams," Robert noticed in his arms. The woman finally stopped resisting, and whispered again, "But this still can't solve the hatred in my heart."

"I lost you, what's the use of getting that iron chair? In order to sit on it, I have to sleep with that bitch Cersei every day. She betrayed me, she betrayed me from the beginning Oh, oh," Robert sobbed softly, resting his head on Lyanna's shoulder, "this should never have happened if I hadn't lost you."

"Your Majesty, I'm here." Lyanna finally confirmed that Robert was completely drunk and unconscious, so she reached out and hugged Robert, stroking his back, "This time, I will never leave again is you."

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