Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 59 Red Dragon and Black Dragon
"The truth? Oh! Sir Lucian, you have pity on me as an old man, can you speak more clearly?" Sir Wilde's mentality collapsed.

"Now, I only have one last question left." Ian did not answer, but threw out an old question, "Are you sure you saw three black dragons when you were fighting the ghost of White Wall City?"

"Why did you mention this question?" Wilder seemed to have been questioned too many times on this question, and he directly made a gesture of oath,
"I swear on my honor, what I saw was a black dragon on a red background. They asked me about it too, but I've said it many times! Black dragon! Black dragon! I'm sure it's a black dragon!" In the end, Wilder didn't stop Intonation, it sounds like growling.

"I remember it was night when you fought that robber knight from Whitewall City?"

"That's what the black falcon mercenaries you recruited told you?"

"It doesn't matter, the point is, was the light bright at the time? Your battle took place in a room, was the light bright at the time?"

"The light at that time? The whole village was burning at that time." Wilder fell into the memory, "But the house we fought in was backlit, and the room was pitch black. But my eyesight is very good, and I can see things in the dark." He added excuses.

"You can see things clearly in the dark, but it is impossible to see colors clearly. It is difficult for human eyes to see colors clearly in the dark." Ian shook his head with a smile. Rod cells are active, this kind of cells only distinguish light and dark but not color!

"Can't it?" Wilder heard this statement for the first time.

"Yes, I'm sure, Sir Wilder, if that room is really as dark as you said, it's impossible for you to distinguish the colors, so why are you so sure that what you see must be a black dragon ? instead of other colors?"

"Well, I." Wilder himself became uncertain now, "I don't know, I don't know," he said twice, and then argued firmly, "But I remember very well. Profound! Black dragon on a red background! I remember it very deeply!"

"Red bottom? So you also saw the red bottom?" Ian discovered a new problem.

"Yes!" Sir Wilder suddenly became excited, "Red background! That's what I saw before I chased into the mud house. The light was very bright at that time, and I would never be wrong at that time!"

Wilder roared, as if he had finally found excellent evidence to defend his honor, "The black dragon on the red background, the red dragon on the black background, anyone who has studied heraldry knows that! The black dragon on the red background is the emblem of the Black Fire!"

"But, you cut open the man's burqa after entering the earthen house, didn't you see the coat of arms on his breastplate? Before entering the house, what did you see?" Ian was not in a hurry He asked back, and things were exactly as he expected.

"This..." Wilder opened his mouth wide and froze there, "I saw it."

"The red color you see is from the burqa of the other person. That person was wearing a red burqa that day, right?"

"No, he was wearing a white burqa, but his chest was completely red with blood."

"Because of your familiarity with heraldry, the impression of a black dragon on a red background and a red dragon on a black background has long been deeply engraved in your mind. So when you see the three-headed dragon logo on the opponent's breastplate in the dark , you subconsciously regard the red on the other party's burqa as your bottom, and your first reaction is to see the black dragon." Ian helped him explain.

"Oh! Seven layers of hell! This is really ridiculous, Heavenly Father forgive me" Wilde panted heavily, he finally realized where the problem was.

"And if your judgment from seeing the black dragon was an illusion from the very beginning, where did you start talking about the treasure of the black fire?" Ian patted Wilder on the shoulder, "Okay, now everything is the truth Dabai, it's time for us to make the guy who fooled you for a fool pay the price."

It was the sixth day Ian had traveled to the world of ice and fire, and it was also the third day he had stayed at Sir Willy Ward's manor.

In the past two days, Ian, who finally had an undisturbed separate courtyard, started his own special training under the guidance of Rolle. Although Ian's initial performance was a mess, he relied on his excellent layout data , His speed of progress made Luo Er amazed again and again.

Besides, Ian's net at the Crossroads Inn had brought him another head last night.

[Subordinates successfully kill a player, get 2 points and an extra 1 point of spiritual power]

Since it was a subordinate kill, the basic points and extra attributes were halved, and it was probably because the player had already used up his initial points. This time, even the captured points were gone. Talking about something is better than nothing.

After the update, Ian's profile page becomes:
[Ian: Strength 26, Dexterity 24, Mental Power 3
Skills: basic etiquette, basic reading and writing of common language, advanced fencing, advanced equestrian, intermediate spear riding

Attribute Points: 0
Skill Points: 0
Points: 19]

So far, Ian has eliminated four players in just five days.

Of course, those players who didn't meet Ian were not so lucky.

As the players gradually completed the initial map-running process and began to get in touch with each other, the trap laid by Gou Chuan finally began to explode with its due power.

The fourth day was a turning point. Even though the system settlement report on the third night showed that 96 players survived, by the fourth day, this number had become 92, and last night, this data was updated again For 86.

Ian predicts that this first meat grinder will not end until the number of players is at least reduced to 70 or even half.

And at that time, those who have already gained points by hunting players can get a short development time, and those players who still haven't gained points can only be in panic under the assassination mechanism of the scoreboard at the end of each month.

After breakfast, Ian followed Rolle to the courtyard, ready to start today's training.

However, before the training officially started, Bronn, who had been on the sidelines for two days, made a discordant voice: "Otherwise, you should start training with more basic things first. Your posture is fine, but your performance is very serious." Rusty, as if he used to be a good player but hasn't touched a sword for many years.
Uh, damn it, what nonsense am I talking about, you still look so fucking unweaned, how could you be rusty. "He then shook his head again, denying the idea.

"I think you should have more respect for your employer." Ian said speechlessly.

(End of this chapter)