Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 37 Casting a Net

Ian's original plan was to cooperate with Black Falcon to deploy mercenary teams in all the important inns, ports, and villages on the north bank of God's Eye Lake to hunt players passing through this area.

With such a large stall, he naturally didn't dare to get involved with the Blackfire Treasure. One was that he was too busy, and the other was that he was worried about messing up his relationship with Black Falcon.

Now that the black falcon is dead, without the support of the mercenary group, he can only cast nets in two places in this inn and on the king's road outside the inn (in any case, only these two places are the key points, and other places can only It’s just luck), it’s almost no longer necessary for him to do anything himself.

Besides, the powerful Black Falcon mercenary group is now caught in internal strife because of Black Falcon's death, so what reason does he not have to get involved with the Black Flame Treasure?

"But before discussing this issue, I have to arrange my original mission for you first." Ian changed the subject.

"Sir, what exactly do you need us to do for you?" Sir Granson was obviously much more proactive than before.

"hunting."

"hunting?"

"You can tell them, Martha." Ian didn't explain directly, but decided to let Martha do it for him.

Soon, Martha told the story of 'Sir Lucian' who came here from King's Landing to capture the fugitive. She didn't know if she had any selfish intentions. She didn't mention the reward offered by the Queen.

"In short, your task is to monitor this inn and the King's Road outside, and secretly arrest the candidate I want." Ian took the words.

"My men don't have horses, and I can be responsible for the actions in the inn." Denzel spoke first.

"How many of you can ride horses?" After Ian finished speaking, he changed his words again, "How many of you can ride horses to fight?"

"3, including me, 'Pickle' Lehn, and 'Crotchless Pants' Jimmy, we used to be freeriders, but the market has been bad in the past two years, and we sold our horses."

"Now you are freeriders again, and I will give you horses, and better weapons, and mail or plate armor that can be hidden under your coats, or plate armor with iron plates. These are my gifts to you. Ian said, looking at Granson again, "Of course, you have too."

"Your generosity scares me." Denzel was overjoyed.

"I will provide you with funds later, and you will arrange for people to go to a nearby castle to purchase. After that, you and your two cavalry will join Sir Granson's command. An inconvenient target in the inn."

"Oh, I have no problem with Ser Granson commanding us, but what about the rest of my staff?"

"The others stay in the inn, and I will personally command them. Of course, before that, you need to choose a leader among them to be directly responsible to me."

"It will weaken my reputation, ser." Denzel demurred.

"Aren't you going to be my attendant? Do you still care about the reputation in the mercenary team?"

"As you wish." Denzel was choked, unable to find any other reason, so he bowed his head to express his obedience.

"Call someone in now, I want him to attend my battle meeting."

After a while, Denzel brought in a strong man with a gray beard.

"This is Erik, a senior swordsman, my life mentor, hahaha," Denzel said, pointing to the person he just brought in, "I recommend him to take over from me temporarily to command my Mercenary team."

Pickled cucumbers, crotch pants, nasty jokes, I have to take back your "spikes" nickname, which is not a valid judgment, Ian swears.

"Sir, it's an honor to serve you." Eric smiled at Ian, but just as he was about to speak again, Ian interrupted him mercilessly.

"My first order, don't tell nasty jokes in front of me."

"Oh, the seven hells," Huan Duanzi pretended to be terrified, "I didn't know you were the son of a warrior, but I believe that the archbishop is not one-tenth as devout as you."

"My second order, don't smile in front of me." Ian interrupted the chatterbox again.

"As you wish." Hu Duanzi replied noncommittally, still with a hippie smile on his face.

"Then, you all have memorized every word you said next," Ian clapped his hands, motioning for everyone to concentrate,

"It's a gang I'm after. They consisted of a gang of hedge knights and wandering sellswords, with a few archers and perhaps ironborn. They were all scattered while we hunted them down, but, They may come here to regroup.
The hedge knights among them wore a full set of chain armor, including chain armor gloves and greaves, and their weapons were hand and half swords. They had only one horse and no attendants.

Archers use yew longbows, daggers as secondary weapons, no armor, and no horses.

The ironmen's weapons are three throwing axes, one of which is too large to be used as a fighting axe.

Those wandering mercenaries wore leather armor, and their weapons were short swords and daggers."

"Sorry, Sir," Denzel couldn't help interrupting Ian, "Seven out of ten mercenaries are dressed like this."

"So, this is not all, be patient, my friend." Ian smiled, "For the candidates who fit my previous description, what you need to focus on are those unfamiliar faces and lone travelers who have never met and . A very vigilant looking person.

Your mercenaries are divided into two groups. The first group is all cavalry, commanded by Sir Granson, who is responsible for monitoring the King's Road outside the inn.If a suspicious person with sympathetic characteristics passes by but does not enter this inn, follow him and find a chance to tie him back. I will personally identify whether the person is the fugitive I want to arrest.

Second Group."

"I have a question, sir." Denzel interrupted Ian again.

"You said."

"What if among the people we capture, there is anyone who is not the prisoner you want?"

"This..." Ian was stunned, he really hadn't thought about this question yet.

It is normal for the mercenaries to arrest people according to this condition, so what should they do with those who are wrongly arrested?It is definitely not possible to let them go directly, so lock them up and wait until the hunting is over before releasing them?

"You didn't intend to let them go, did you?" Denzel seemed to have guessed Ian's thoughts, "Sir Lucian, you and your companions come from the great Lannister family, so you naturally don't need to think about those who were misunderstood. The emotions of the knights and mercenaries, but me and the mercenaries I found can't do this.

We've been around here for a long time and if we capture someone, for whatever reason, we've got an enmity with them, and if they happen to be not the ones you're after, it'll make us feel bad if you let them go . "

PS: The rhythm of this book, two chapters a day, is really not friendly for follow-up reading.

(End of this chapter)