Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 77

Before the drunkard finished speaking, Bronn's laughter resounded in the hall.

Bronn wanted to laugh a long time ago, but 'Sir Lucian' reminded them not to make too eye-catching behavior, so he kept silent, but now that 'Sir Lucian' himself has spoken, then Bronn himself had no reason to hold back.

"I love her!" The drunk almost roared, and then looked at Bronn fiercely, "Are you laughing?"

"No, I didn't." Bronn dipped the bread into the soup, as if the drunkard's menacing gaze didn't exist.

"You're laughing!" roared the drunkard, pounding the table with his fists. "No one can mock Burris of the Dance of Shayara, no one!"

Bronn suddenly felt someone pulling the hem of his clothes, he turned his head and looked back, and found that Ian whispered in his ear: "Enrage him, but don't kill him."

"Is that so? Well, I'm laughing," Bronn said, laughing even more presumptuously. "And I can laugh all I want, gods old and new, red gods, or goddamn gods. , Don’t even think about depriving me of the right to laugh.”

Boris stood up and glared at Bronn fiercely, and Bronn quietly put his right hand on the dagger behind him, and if the opponent made another move, he would slit his throat.

Perhaps feeling the murderous intent in Bronn's eyes, or seeing that Ian and the others at this table did not look like easy-going people, Burliss rarely suppressed the impulse in his heart.

He no longer approached Bronn, but stood where he was, trying to save face for himself: "So don't you wonder how I survived so many gold robes, and can still sit here openly today?" ?”

"Is it a proud achievement for you to kill three golden robes that any male prostitute can win with a stick?" Ian took the topic again and asked provocatively.

Ian didn't intend to give this guy a step, he wanted to make things difficult for him, so that he could subdue him later.

Looking at the embarrassing expression on Boris' face, Ian continued to add, "But looking at you, it seems that you didn't overturn those three golden robes, but ran away like a dog?"

Boris didn't feel anything at first, but when he heard Ian's words, he felt humiliated instantly. Even when his subordinates looked at him, he felt that he read the ridicule from it.

Under the influence of the alcohol, Burris was furious, and he stretched out his hand to draw the sword, but unexpectedly, Bronn bounced up at that moment, pushed him on the table with his left hand, and the dagger in his right pressed against him neck.

Afterwards, the swords of the people at the two tables came out of their sheaths, causing the other guests in the tavern to retreat for a while. The worst thing was the mercenary who was sprinting on the chair. move.

The sound of the waves is so sad and mournful, echoing in the Black Water Bay like a requiem for the night.

The original noise in the tavern disappeared without a trace, only the sound of the sea breeze beating the windows remained.

Bronn exerted a little force, and the chill from the edge of the blade instantly sobered up Burris's drunkenness. He quickly let go of the scabbard around his waist, and then signaled the younger brothers around him to put down their swords.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, my lord, misunderstanding!" Boris immediately admitted his cowardice and begged Ian. It was obvious that he saw that Bronn was not the person in charge, "Please let me go."

"According to my usual temper, I should ask him to slit your throat since you just rushed into me," Ian said with narrowed eyes, "but you seem to have mentioned that you are from the Dance of Shayara ?”

The Dance of Shayara is the ship of the pirate leader Salado Sann. The moment Ian heard this information, he suddenly had an inspiration.

He wants to make up a story, a story that can explain to his mercenaries the ins and outs of his treasure hunt in King's Landing, and also try to make use of the group of sailors in front of him.

"Ah? That's right!" Boris seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and said quickly, "I am the second officer on the Shayara Dance, and my captain is Corian Susman, my lord, I"

"So you are from Uncle Salado?"

"Yes, my master, Salado Sann," Burlis breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Ian address Salado, "The Great Prince of the Narrow Sea."

"You are really lucky." Ian smiled as if sighing, and then waved his hand to signal Bronn to let Burris go.

"Your master saved your life," Ian raised the red wine glass in his hand, and said to Burlis, who was still in shock, "Let's drink to the health of Prince Narrow Sea."

After looking at each other, several of Ian's subordinates and the sailors on the opposite side began to raise their glasses to cheer, and then the tense atmosphere just now disappeared at least on the surface.

This made the tavern owner, who was hiding on the second floor and watching secretly through the gap, breathe a sigh of relief.

He quickly ordered the little maid who was also hiding here to observe secretly to serve the rest of the food and drinks to the gentlemen at the table, and then hid there to continue observing.

Seeing Ian's attitude, Burliss gasped twice as if he had been reborn, and then walked to Ian's side obsequiously: "My lord, are you familiar with our master?"

"You are confused, because I don't look like someone who would be friends with pirates," Ian said as he put the heraldic sword on the table, and he was about to add a new story to the vest of 'Sir Lucian', "Is it right?"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

"." Ian was speechless, the pirate's IQ was obviously not high, didn't he dare to admit it?But he didn't point it out, and began to tell the story of his new identity.

"We really don't seem like people who would be friends," Ian nodded. "Our first encounter was on the Summer Sea. Uncle Salado's three ships surrounded my father's ship. We had to Surrender and become his captive."

Burlis's smile froze on his face, what kind of blood feud is this damn?

"Relax, if we didn't shake hands and make peace in the end and become friends, you would have died just now." Ian patted Burris on the shoulder and comforted him.

Boris suddenly squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying. The moment he fought just now made him very clear about Bronn's strength. He knew that the young master's words were not bragging. I'm afraid the people at his table are not enough in his eyes.

"Because we identified ourselves and agreed to pay the ransom, Salado did not harm us, but provided us with comfortable living conditions," Ian continued, knowing that Burris had no doubts about his story , "Of course, these things have to be paid separately, according to the rules of pirates."

The sailors smiled knowingly when they heard the words.

(End of this chapter)