Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 31 Super Tool Man
"I am a generous person, very generous." Ian was very satisfied with Martha's performance. "From the moment you walked in the door, you have been calling us the three Sirs. I didn't correct you at that time, but in fact, they The two are just my attendants."

"Squire?!" Martha suddenly looked up at Rolle and Case, as if hoping that they would refute, but she was soon disappointed, because the two knights and attendants sat respectfully on Ian's side. Around, there is no hint of displeasure.

"This is a reward for loyalty and hard work." Ian withdrew his hands and pressed them on the shoulders of Rolle and Case respectively. "I said that I am very generous, and I am also very rich."

This time the golden dragon was completely exposed in front of Martha, she stared at the golden dragon which was close at hand, and did not dare to reach out to grab it this time.

"My father has 20 large ocean-going ships, and our family's trade fleet returns from Volantis, Qarth and even Yidi every year, bringing back tens of thousands of golden dragons.

And I, the one who will inherit all of this in the future, is being questioned.

They said I was incapable, that I lacked wisdom and valor, and I told them none of this was necessary, because I had money, enough money to have the wisest and most valiant men at my service, and that would get me nowhere.

In the end I made a bet with Uncle Jaime, and he sent me and two of my squires to hunt down these fugitives in King's Landing.And I will prove my ability to him through this action. "Ian picked up a golden dragon and put it in Martha's palm.
"If things go well, I'll be happy, and I can even give you all the bounty the queen offers for it. But if things go wrong, I might become a very hard-to-talk person. Now, you You should know how important this matter is to me, right?"

"Yes."

"So, can you convince Black Falcon to do something for me?" Ian asked with a smile.

The story he just told was not for Martha. For a commoner like her, the 20 golden dragons alone were enough to conquer her.

The reason why Ian took the time to tell her the story was mainly to let her tell the black falcon.

Based on Ian's understanding of ordinary people like Martha, one can basically imagine how she would brag about this story with that old acquaintance after meeting such a 'fantastic' character as herself.

After all, I was the one who wanted to cooperate directly with that black falcon, and it would be a bit of a fallback to brag about how powerful I was to the other party, and it was just right for Martha to be the mouth.

"Of course, Sir, if it were you, I think Boss Morgan would show off his face." Martha nodded tremblingly.

Anyone can save face, "By the way, are the mercenaries in your inn all from Black Falcon?"

"Ah no, only half, there are a total of" Martha paused for a few seconds, as if recalling, "There are 17 people in total, of which 6 belong to the mercenary team of 'Blade Face', he is a subordinate of Black Falcon, and the other Ten people came to the store with Black Falcon this afternoon."

"Do you know everyone in there?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because of this." Ian nodded to the golden dragon on the table.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was talking too much. Well, Boss Morgan probably brought all of them today." Martha recalled for a moment, and then changed into a positive tone, "Yes, I know them all."

"So among the guests staying today, is there anyone you don't know?" Ian asked again.

"Oh," seven hells!Martha cursed in her heart, "This is a crossroads, Sir, it's impossible for a Stranger [Note 1] to know all the guests here."

"I don't expect you to know all the guests, I just need to know how many guests who came here for the first time today. "

Although the probability of players actually appearing among these people is not high, what if?It never hurts to be a little cautious.

"I'm not always in the hall, and I may have missed the grasp of the situation. I need to confirm this with Jane and the others."

"You can ask her, but you can't tell her why. I don't want the news that I came here to catch fugitives to spread."

"But without Jenny's help, a lot of things will be very difficult to do. Most of the time I will be in the kitchen and I will warn her not to."

"No, it's not persuasive to ask someone to keep a secret when it's not your own. If you insist on letting her in, you can only tell her after I personally warn her. her everything."

"Yes, sir."

"Before breakfast tomorrow morning, I want to get the specific list of the strange guests who came here yesterday."

"List?"

"Not by name, just tell me who they are."

"Yes, sir."

"In addition, you said that only half of the mercenaries living in this inn are Black Falcon's subordinates?"

"Correct."

"Then hire me the other half too, and I want to have absolute control over this place." Ian paused, "Of course, except for the strange mercenaries who just arrived at the store today, the mercenaries who arrived at the store today you Leave them alone and just make a note of those people."

"Except for the strange mercenaries who arrived today," Martha tactfully did not question the strange conditions, "Do you want other mercenaries? Including groups and individual ones?"

"Are there many single ones?"

"Not many, just a few, I didn't count."

"Where's the mercenary team?"

"Two mercenary teams, the captains are 'Spiked' Denzel and Sir Granson."

"A hedge knight?"

"He said so himself."

"Well, like this, for those scattered mercenaries, first arrange any task for them and send them out."

"What mission?"

"Any mission, delivery of letters, delivery of wine, anyway, let them go as far away as possible."

"Then they won't be faithful to complete your mission, they will just take your money and find a place far away from here to be cool."

"So what was my original purpose?"

"Keep them rolling," Martha paused in the middle of the sentence. "Forgive my stupidity, ser."

"As for the two mercenary teams, I can hire them at three times the market price on the condition that they obey me absolutely. Can it be done?"

"Of course, if it's at this price." It's okay for you to make them stick their butts up, but Martha didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence.

"When discussing with them, don't reveal my purpose, just talk about the reward, and then arrange for the two captains to meet me when I think it's appropriate."

Martha nodded again.

"Are you sure you remember everything?"

"Uh," Martha froze for a moment, then quickly shook her head, "You just ordered too many things, I'm afraid I might miss something."

"Are you literate?"

"Sorry, sir."

"In this case, you'd better memorize my instructions, especially the details. I don't allow any negligence or omission." Ian said, repeating his previous instructions to Martha.

It's a hassle, but it's nothing compared to the hassle of things being screwed up.

It took a full 10 minutes before Ian was able to get this old woman with a mediocre memory to write down all the details.

"Then," Ian said, pointing to the golden dragon on the table until he was sure that Martha had remembered all his instructions, "take them away, this is your deposit, and if things go well, I will pay after everything is over You have a final payment of the same amount."

"Seven Gods bless you, generous lord." Martha smiled happily, and eagerly collected all the remaining golden dragons.

"Let someone clear up the things on this table. I'm going to rest."

It was only then that Martha noticed that when the knight gave her task, the full table of food had been wiped out by the two attendants who had never spoken.

Martha left the room in a hurry, and after a while, two assistants came up and cleaned up the room.

Out of the habit of his previous life, Ian also asked the buddy to bring a basin, rinsed his mouth, washed his face and feet, and then turned off the oil lamp and lay down on a three-layer straw mat.

The rudiment of the big net is basically in place, and after he finishes talking with Black Falcon and the two mercenary captains tomorrow, it will be hunting time.

Notes: 1. Stranger, one of the seven gods of Westeros, represents travelers and death, and its image is without image

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