Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 51 Bronn
During this sleep, Ian slept for a full 14 hours. When he woke up the next morning, he was sore and dizzy.

He had another nightmare last night, this time the dream was long, but most of the content was completely forgotten within a few seconds after he opened his eyes.

He only remembered the last scene of the dream. He was standing in front of a mirror, and in the mirror was a monster, trembling.

Shaking his head to get rid of these outrageous pictures, Ian began to log in to the system with his eyes closed to check the daily settlement report updated at midnight last night.

[Settlement report on the third day: the current number of remaining players: 96]

"A total of 4 players were eliminated in the first three days, and three of them fell into my hands. You are really unfortunate to meet me." Ian muttered in a low voice, and then looked through other content in the system.

After confirming that neither the mainline mission nor the bounty mission had been updated, he officially got up, and called Luo Er, who was in the outhouse, and Case, who had just returned, to have dinner together.

After confirming to Jane that no one in the hall was using long-range weapons, Ian walked into the hall.

This time Ian's breakfast was much more normal than before, consisting of one piece of bacon, two fried eggs and one piece of pork pie.

As for the drinks, thank God, Ian, who had already gained control of the inn, finally didn't have to endure the morning ale as stiffly as before. He ordered Martha to mix a cup of honey for himself with boiled water.

Just as he was preparing to eat, Ian suddenly heard the sound of praying before the meal from the traveling caravan at the next table.

According to Janey, the traveling caravan arrived at the inn last night. There are 14 of them in total, one leader, three guards and ten civilian husbands.

Such a big group of them all started praying, which made it difficult for Ian to eat alone, so he also pretended to join the prayer process.

"May Heavenly Father judge us mercifully and forgive our frailty of humanity."

"May the Holy Mother have mercy on us and keep us from disaster."

"May the warriors give us strength and courage to defeat all enemies."

"May the maiden spread her legs and ease the fatigue of our journey." A discordant voice suddenly appeared, interrupting the holy prayer.

Ian couldn't help but looked towards the source of the voice.

The one who spoke was a mercenary who had just entered the door. He was wearing a dirty armed suit that seemed to have never been washed. He had black eyes and black hair, with messy stubble, and looked a little thin.

And the companion behind him was wearing a chain mail with holes in it.

The two of them were travel-stained, and as soon as they entered the door, they found a big table and sat down. One of them even stopped a waitress beside him, and raised his hands on her.

"That's a good hand." Luo Er stared closely at the mercenary who had just entered the door, and whispered to Ian.

"How did you get it?"

"Experience and intuition, I can feel the aura on him, as cunning as a fox, as ferocious as a wolf." Luo Er's expression was vigilant, it seemed that in his eyes, even if the mercenary was for him , can also pose a threat.

"Have you ever been a coach before?" Ian suddenly remembered the data of 'advanced coach' in Rolle's data card.

"During the war in the disputed land of the three sisters city-states, I brought up recruits in Mir." Rolle admitted.

"You train me when you have time," Ian said.

Theoretically speaking, Ian, who has advanced his swordsmanship to an advanced level, is already a good player, but judging from his previous actual combat performance, Ian really can't believe the layout data.

"Then when are you free?"

"Anytime." Ian stopped talking halfway, because he found that although he was free, this place was not suitable for training.

The space in the room is so small that it is definitely not possible to train, but if you go outside to train in the yard, won't everyone see that 'Sir Lucian Lannister' is a three-legged cat?

He is a serious leader here now, the kind that forces Graman, so it's better not to expose such things as his own poor strength.

Ian was thinking about it when he suddenly saw Martha, the proprietress who had finished her work in the kitchen, approaching the mercenary just now, and scolded him: "Bron! You scoundrel! And you, Chigan, last time When will you pay for the drink?"

Polon? ! !That guy is Bronn?It was only at this time that Ian realized that his appearance and temperament were indeed very close to the description of Bronn in the original book, but because of the deep impression of Bronn in the TV series, he did not describe this at first. The mercenary was associated with him.

The next moment Ian had an idea, recruit him!
That guy is a rare talent. He is omnipotent in guarding, fighting, coaching, assassination, and investigation.In the drama version, he even dared to open the dragon hunting crossbow and its middle door to snipe when he was discovered by Drogon.
In short, as long as you can afford it, it's the best sword, not the kind that the mercenaries boast about, but the best sword in the true sense.

Looking at the entire world of ice and fire, there is no one with more complete functions than him, and there seems to be no one with more complete functions than him.

But before getting up hastily, Ian observed the people in the inn again.

If there are players inside, maybe the other party will have the same idea as me, so as long as someone goes to rescue Bronn and try to hire him, he can immediately let someone take him down.

However, Ian looked around and did not find any suspicious characters.

So Ian gave instructions to Rolle and Case first, and then got up to recruit Bronn. In this way, even if there are really deep hidden players in the inn, when the other party shoots himself, Rolle and the others can be the first Take it down for a while.

While Martha was cursing, Ian directly pressed a silver stag on the table in front of Bronn, smiled at Martha, "I paid for him."

"This is a scoundrel!" Martha reminded in a low voice, not knowing why Ian was interested in such a guy.

You can't find a more rascal than him, Ian echoed Martha in his heart.

"May the gods bless you, my good lord." Bronn ignored the proprietress Martha, he raised his wine glass with one hand, and pulled the prostitute beside him to his lap with the other.

"But you might have been tricked, a silver stag is the price of a virgin, like this." He smiled at Ian with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

When Bronn said the last sentence, he winked at the little girl who was only eight or nine years old who was pouring the wine next to her. The little girl backed away in fright, and then the whole tavern burst into laughter.

"But I'm willing to pay a higher price for what I like." Ian took out a golden dragon casually, "For example, if you are willing to come and serve as my attendant, it will be yours."

The laughter that filled the entire tavern stopped abruptly.

(End of this chapter)