Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 62 Quiz Game ([-])

Three days ago

"What the hell happened? Give me an explanation, Simon."

In a cellar in an abandoned fishing village, Sir Aris, who was tied into a rice dumpling, asked impatiently when he saw his younger brother Simon walking in front of him.

They were attacked last night. Dozens of enemies came in the dark, and they were surrounded by the other party before they could react.

After simply resisting to no avail, Aris chose to surrender, and then was tied up and thrown here, where he has been locked up until today.

"Speak! Simon! Answer me!" Sir Aris' face was grim. He was still wondering why Simon didn't inform himself that Wilder and the others would take action last night. He didn't realize it until Simon and Sir Wilder walked in together. until he was betrayed.

"Why? Why did you betray me?" Sir Aris roared at his own brother with all his strength.

The excessive movement pulled the wound on Aris' face, and traces of blood oozed from the scab that hadn't completely dried up, but Aris looked at Simon fiercely, regardless of the pain.

"I have no choice, brother." Sir Simon lowered his head, not daring to look into Aris' eyes, and replied tremblingly, "They caught me."

"Wilder caught you?" Aris was taken aback, and looked up at Wilder beside Simon, "Damn it! Didn't you say before that this old thing has absolute trust in you? Where did you show your flaws? "

"I don't know," Simon shook his head blankly, with fear in his tone, "I don't know! They found out the truth. I was caught by them just as I walked into the Ward family's castle the afternoon before yesterday. They beat me Me, they threatened me, Aris, they said if I don't cooperate, they will cut me alive into 3600 pieces."

"You also found out the truth?" Aris didn't listen to Simon's continuation, and turned to Sir Wilde, "It's fine that that fellow 'Black Falcon' Morgan can find out the truth, why do you?"

"It's not me," Wilder shook his head, his tone a bit vicissitudes, "I was more shocked when I heard the truth than you are now, to be honest, I didn't believe his conclusion at first, even though he gave I explained it at length and I still can't believe it wasn't until Simon confessed everything that I found out he was right."

"So who is that guy? Has Morgan the Black Falcon crawled out of the Seven Hells?" Aris cracked a mouthful, feeling that this story was even more bizarre than Old Nan's fairy tales.

"It's me." A voice came from behind Sir Simon.

Only then did Aris barely open his eyes, which were difficult to open due to the swelling at the corners of his eyes, and looked at the boy in the shadow behind Wilder who he had ignored at first.

"Who are you?" Aris originally thought that this person was just one of Sir Wilder's new attendants.

"It doesn't matter who I am," Ian stepped forward with a smile and squatted in front of Sir Aris River. "Shall we talk?"

"What can we talk about?"

"Of course I'm talking about things your brother doesn't know. There are some questions I haven't solved yet." Ian said, and glanced at Simon, scaring him away to the corner of the wall.

"Things that Simon doesn't know?" Aris looked away for a moment, "Simon is my younger brother, I don't think there is anything I know that he doesn't know."

"It seems that it is inconvenient to communicate with too many people," Ian turned to look at Wilder, "Can I talk to him alone?"

Wilder frowned deeply when he heard the words. This is really a very impolite request. Originally, he should be in charge of the interrogation of Aris. He gave up the right of interrogation to this 'Lucione Jazz' was already a big concession, and now this little guy actually asked himself to go out?
"The next caravan is our highlight, sir, they may come here at any time. You need to design our traps yourself, so that we can wipe out all the ghosts of Whitewall City in the future. The battle is your domain. Can you leave the other trivial matters to me?" Ian said sincerely.

This... really makes people find no reason to refuse, "Okay, please tell me as soon as you ask what happened." Sir Wilde glanced at Aris's empty right forearm, finally nodded, and then grabbed Leaving the cellar with Simon.

"Even if you push him away, I won't tell you anything," Aris leaned his head against the moss-covered wall behind him, showing an expression that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, "On the King's Road The looting was just a whim for Daeron and me to make a small fortune, and it has nothing to do with our family."

"It has nothing to do with the family? But you can use the family's fief to hide your bandit group? Taman Village, the village that has been most active in cooperating with Sir Wilder and his banditry from the very beginning, who would have thought that it is actually The camp of the ghosts of White Wall City?"

"Simon and I are both illegitimate children. In the future, Darry City will be left to our legitimate brother to inherit. My father feels guilty about us, so he allocated a village to me." Aristotle paused, as if thinking, "But I was not satisfied with the benefits of such a village, so I did this thing, that's all."

"Perfunctory" Ian was interrupted by Aris as soon as he spoke.

"It's not 'talking' that you've been asking me questions all this time, now it's your turn to answer me." Aris suddenly said without knowing what he thought of.

"You are my prisoner now, ser."

"But you can't pry my mouth open, as long as I don't want to, you can try it if you don't believe me."

"You want to know how many things we have figured out, so that we can make up a perfect story that doesn't involve the family before the trial?" Ian smiled and guessed what Aris was thinking, and looked at him His face darkened in an instant, he agreed, "It's a fair deal, just ask."

"Don't look at me with that doubtful look. I have no hostility towards the Darry family. If you can really separate the relationship for the family, that's your skill. How about it? Do you want to play this quiz game with me?"

"How did you find out that this matter is related to us? Did Black Falcon tell you?" Aris asked questions without hesitation.

"Those are two questions, my friend, and I'll answer the latter... the first time I saw Black Falcon, he was already a corpse, and I don't think Black Falcon has ever talked to anyone about your Secret, he didn't even tell his adopted son."

"Impossible! 'Mountain Weasel' swore before he died that he only told the secret to Black Falcon! If Black Falcon didn't tell you, how would you know the truth?"

"It's my turn to ask this time, Sir, these are the rules of the game you made." Ian waved a finger.

Ser Aerys grunted, then nodded.

(End of this chapter)