Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 33 Two Mercenary Captains
"The coat of arms of the Grafson family in Seagull Town." Ian gave the answer.

"You are very knowledgeable."

"Heraldry is a compulsory course for nobles." Although I am not a nobleman, "so," Ian changed the subject again, "he arrived at the inn yesterday afternoon? He hasn't left today?"

"Yes, he didn't order breakfast either."

"Then what kind of King's Landing is he going to?" Ian raised his head and glanced out the window. From the height of the sun, he could probably tell that it was already past nine o'clock in the morning. How could anyone on the road not start at this time?

"I don't know, ser."

Of course you don't know the fuck, "Go knock on his door, ask him if he needs breakfast, take a look at his room by the way, see what he's doing, and report to me."

In fact, Ian's intuition told Ian that the knight was unlikely to be a player. After all, if the player wanted to come here to form an alliance or hunt, it made no sense to tell the shop owner that he was going to King's Landing.

But asking Jenny to check the situation doesn't require extra money.

"Yes." Jenny was reluctant, because if the knight was still asleep, she might be scolded, but in comparison, she was more afraid of the "richest man in the world" in front of her. people'.

"Also, let Martha deliver our breakfast in person later."

"Yes, my lord."

"When Martha is busy in the kitchen, you can do part of her work for me. You can ask her for details now, but remember, I am conducting a very important and secret arrest. If The secret was spilled out"

"No, absolutely not, I swear." Janey promised quickly.

Ian waved his hand, indicating that she could leave.

Jenny then ran out of the room as if relieved.

Not long after, a hearty breakfast for this era was delivered to Ian's room.

The meal consisted of a pot of mutton stew of turnips, barley, carrots, and onions, a large fat goose, a pot of peas in butter, a salad of beets, three oat breads, and three glasses of ale.

Ian didn't drink in the morning, so he gave the wine to Roll.

"Tell me about the situation of the Black Falcon." Ian took the thick soup that Martha helped him.

"Sorry, sir, I haven't communicated with Boss Morgan yet."

Ian looked at her, waiting for her explanation.

"It's like this. Boss Morgan hasn't left the room yet, and he hasn't called for breakfast. He probably hasn't woken up yet."

"Your niece just reported to me that a knight from the Grafson family didn't get up. Why, did the two of them sleep together?"

"Sir, you are such a joker."

"So you need me to teach you how to knock on the door?" Ian rolled his eyes, "You won't wake him up if he doesn't get up?"

"I don't dare, sir. Boss Morgan hates being disturbed when sleeping," Martha shook her head quickly, as if sensing Ian's displeasure, she quickly made amends,

"However, I have already dealt with other mercenary issues for you! Four scattered mercenaries have been sent away. Of course, there is still one mercenary who arrived yesterday in the store. I ignored him and asked him to stay. In the hall."

"Then, then," Martha continued, "the two mercenary captains, 'Spiked' Denzel and Sir Granson, have expressed their willingness to accept your dispatch. Denzel's mercenary team has 9 people, and I The price I negotiated for you is 3000 silver stags a month, Sir Granson has only 4 men, but all of them are cavalry, and their monthly price is 2500 silver stags."

"Can they come to see me now?" Ian had no objection to the price, which was three times the market price, and he had proposed it himself.

"Yes, they have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Then see them first. You go and let the two captains come in. Also, pay attention to Black Falcon, and talk to him about my affairs as soon as he comes out."

"Yes." Martha left the room after getting the order.

After a while, a handsome young man with burgundy hair and a middle-aged man in chain armor knocked on the door and walked in.

The young man with wine-red hair was wearing a Dorne-style robe with a short machete and a dagger hanging from his belt, while the middle-aged man was wearing a chain mail shirt with no other protective accessories on his body. A long sword hung at his waist.

Obviously, neither of them had the idea of ​​disarming before entering the door, and it was impossible for Ian to make such a request on his own initiative, as that would only show his lack of self-confidence.

Without waiting for Ian's order, Case took a step forward seemingly casually, and stood by the wall between Ian and the two mercenaries. This distance will not affect Ian's conversation with them, but if the mercenaries If there is any abnormal behavior, he can subdue the opponent immediately.

"You look so young, my lord." The young man said with a smile.

"I am Ser Lucian Lannister, and I am not a grown man," Ian corrected.

Ian didn’t correct Jenny when she called her lord before, that’s because it’s not that important to those common people, but at this moment, there is a knight among the mercenary captains in front of Ian, so these issues need to be addressed It's clearer.

Since the role he plays is a jazz, he cannot presumptuously accept the title of my lord (adult). There is no need for Ian to leave a bad impression on people for such a trivial matter.

"A member of the Lannister family?"

"Any questions?"

"No," the young man shook his head, "My name is Denzel, they usually call me 'Spike' by my nickname, it's an honor to serve you."

What an unreal nickname.

"Sir Granson," Granson also introduced himself, and then cut straight to the point, "As for the price that Martha negotiated with us, we can get 2500 silver stags a month."

"That's what I mean, don't doubt it," Ian looked at Denzel again, "And your team's 3000, as for the remuneration, I can pay you half of it first, and then pay the other half after the task is completed."

"No, we need to get everything in advance." Granson immediately refused.

"This is not the rule in this industry." Ian laughed.

"But for your assignment, that's the rule of the line."

"My mission?" Ian narrowed his eyes slightly, "What did Martha tell you?"

"She didn't say anything, but I thought, you need us to do something very dangerous, don't you?"

"Why do you think so?"

"The price you offered was three times the market price. If the mission wasn't particularly dangerous, who would give such a reward?"

"As rich as a Lannister." Ian said a motto widely circulated in Westeros, "I want you to do things for me that take a long time, require obedience and execution, but basically don't There will be dangers. As for why I charged three times the price, I have to start with an experience I had two years ago."

(End of this chapter)