Game of Thrones: Dragonborn Comes

The tall, lanky figure was wearing Tyrosh's black mail, the two side-by-side long swords on his back were covered by the cloak, and his white hair was also hidden under the hood. He didn't want people to point to his strange hair color.

"There are no pirates on the journey, it's boring." Geralt stood on the deck, blowing the sea breeze.

The captain who was at the helm heard his words: "Young man, if you want to find pirates, go to the mainland of Essos. Who on our side dares to be a pirate? He robbed a ship, and the dragon caught up within a few days."

"Yes." Geralt knew that Werther had made the young dragon riders use the pirates as targets for practicing dragon combat and magic.

"However, our ship will hold a contest on the deck every day. The winner will get a roast chicken. If the reward is not rich, just join in the fun. Young man, you look like a knight, do you want to participate in today's contest?" suggested the captain.

Passenger ships are different from merchant ships. Merchant ships have a large amount of cargo in their cabins, while passenger ships mainly carry people. Geralt is not the only bored person on this ship.During long-distance travel, they either enter the cabin to sing and dance, gamble, or compete on the deck.

"Since the captain invited me, I'll give it a try."

After dinner, the guests on board began their respective entertainment activities, and those who liked fighting gathered on the deck, preparing to participate in this small-scale martial arts meeting that ended.

A lot of people haven't gotten used to the bumps, so not many people signed up today.There is still a long way to go on the voyage, and they will continue to participate in the future.

The first to start the competition were two big men, one with a red burqa over his mail armor, and the other with a blue burqa. They both used the standard battle axes of the Tyroshi Navy. give them.

"Young man, who will you bet on?" The captain was from the north. Seeing that Geralt behaved very politely, he probably was a nobleman who was traveling, so he followed him all the time.

"The one in red wins," Geralt assured, crossing his arms.

"Can you tell me why? The figure in the blue clothes is quite a bit bigger than the opponent."

"Both are retired from the Tyroshi Navy. The tall man in blue must be an oarsman. The man in red looks like the moves he used should be knife and axe, archery and boarding battle."

Not long after Geralt finished speaking, the man in red really won.

"There are only four people who signed up today, and now it's your turn to play," said the captain.

Geralt nodded.When they came to the center of the deck, they didn't take off the cloak, but just lifted the cloak and drew out the black long sword, then put on a fighting stance.

"The siren! The Valyrian steel sword siren! He is the magician Geralt, so he cannot participate in the competition!" The winner in red shouted from the side.

"Fuck!" Geralt pulled down his hood and stepped back dejectedly.

Magicians are not allowed to participate in the tournament, and now many magicians are proposing to abolish this law, or let the magician's tournament be held separately, but King Renly has never agreed.

"It's a good thing you recognized him, otherwise I would have been miserable." The person who was going to fight Geralt felt lucky.

The siren retains the original smoky black color of Valyrian steel, and the hilt is unremarkable. Geralt did not add any decorations after obtaining it.

The shape of the sword body is very unique, with many strange raised stripes and small holes. When the sword body passes through the air, it will make a piercing whistling sound. The sound can be heard hundreds of meters away, and the listener will feel extremely irritated.If it is injected with magic power, it can shake the ears of the people fighting around the user to bleed.

Chapter 360 Four New Industries

Geralt is the adopted son of Werther, and he is considered a well-known figure among the nobles.After the green grass trial, his hair became full of white hair. Except for the sword to recognize people, as long as he didn't take the initiative to mention his name, almost no one would think it was him.

The weather gets colder the further north the ship goes, and the sun shines brightly in the sky over White Harbor in the north.By the time he disembarked, Geralt had already put on a thick black fur coat over the mail armor.

"It's a beautiful day!" Geralt's eyes became black lines, and he tightened the straps of his backpack, jumped off the boat and walked to the main castle.

Magicians have all kinds of ways to keep out the cold, especially the destruction mages who like to play with flames, it is fine to stay shirtless in the ice and snow all day.In order to show their identity and shorten the distance of other people, mages still keep the habit of wearing thick clothes, except for a few who like to show off their muscles.

The wide streets paved with large cobblestones, houses, city walls and castles are also built of white stones, except that there are no green plants and red roofs, it is very similar to Tylosi, which is also a port city.

Crunching, stepping on snow for the first time in his life, Geralt wanted to jump into the snow on the side of the road to have fun.There were people coming and going in the port, and after thinking about it, it was still important to save face, so I just bent down and grabbed a handful of snow to play with.

"Southern people! Do you need to lead the way? I know the best tavern, the best inn, and the best woman in the city!" A man also wearing a black coat came to Jello from a small shop on the side of the road special side.

"The place I'm going to is the castle of the Manderly family. It's right there. I don't need to lead the way." Geralt politely declined.

"Don't rush to refuse! You have to rest after finishing your work. There is nothing young people like in the castle." The man in black was still by his side.

There are guides of this kind near the port, and there are more in Tyroshi, and Geralt is not surprised. As long as they show their attitude and keep ignoring them, they will go away to find other customers in a while.

While the man in black kept telling anecdotes about White Harbor, Geralt listened carefully but pretended not to care.

It didn't take long for the two to reach the gate of the castle, and they couldn't enter as the men in black.

"After listening to so many stories from me, can you give me a glass of wine money?"

Geralt took out a silver stag from his pocket. This was the smallest denomination currency he had, and he could get drunk in ordinary taverns.

"My lord is so generous! If you have any orders, you can find me at the Lazy Eel Hotel." The man in black bowed and left: "By the way, my name is Bronn."

Geralt observed the opponent's features from the gap in the hood, black hair, black eyes and messy stubble, lean cheeks and fierce eyes: "I remember, you are a mercenary?"

"Haha, I'm a mercenary leader, and I have a small team. I can do all kinds of work. See you again, my lord." Bronn works alone, so there is no team.It's just a matter of boasting first, and when there are tasks, they will be distributed to other mercenary groups, and they can get some referral fees themselves.

Geralt nodded. He would soon go to Bronn, who was familiar with White Harbor.

Raising his hand to stroke his chest, the pendant hidden under his clothes kept vibrating.Looking at the towering mage tower not far away, the detection circle on the top was dimly lit, indicating that it was still working normally.The people in the city are not abnormal either, so why would there be an undead creature's reaction?

Could it be that there is a problem with the Mandalay family?

Geralt's trip north this time is a personal itinerary. Some well-informed people in Tyrosh still found him and asked him to help send some letters to relatives and friends in the north.

Geralt did not reveal his identity, but only showed the Tyroshi Navy ID card to the guard, and handed the letter in the backpack to the guard.

"The closer you get to the castle, the weaker your reaction is, which means you're not in the castle." Geralt took out the necklace from his clothes and hung it on his chest. It was a black Valyrian steel wolf head pendant, except for the wolf's eyes, which were inlaid with two small necklaces. A ruby, shaped exactly like his father Robb's pendant.

Geralt asked for directions in the city, went down a flight of stairs, passed through a sheepskin warehouse, and came to the gate of the hotel.

There were no guards of the Mandalay family nearby, only a few vicious thugs guarding the door. Standing at the door, one could hear the noise of men and women inside.

"The Lazy Eel Hotel turned out to be a place where smugglers came." Geralt smiled. Dealing with these people is much easier than nobles, as long as the fist is big enough.

After tipping the porter according to the rules, Geralt was sent to the hotel.

The cellar-turned-hotel was very spacious, with a roof blackened by oily smoke, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke, rotten meat, poor perfume and vomit.There are many dark corners and stacked wine barrels around, forming some relatively private spaces, where many men and women are fighting fiercely.

A gust of cold wind poured into the tavern when the door was opened.

"Boy, close the door quickly."

"Do you know the rules here? You have to buy everyone here a drink without closing the door!"

"Southern people! Here!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Geralt raised his foot and kicked the door panel back and walked towards Bronn. The door panel turned back, and the strength just closed.

Bronn and two others sat at a broken wooden table, and there happened to be an empty seat. Geralt took off his hood, and all three saw Geralt's pure white hair and strange eyes.

"Are you a magician?" asked the big man sitting opposite Bronn.

"I am." Geralt sat down with his hands on one side.

"It seems that you are a nobleman, Valyrian steel swords and accessories, my name is Bronn, I don't know what your name is, young man?" Bronn is very knowledgeable, and when he saw the items on his body, he began to speak formally , The rich have been taken advantage of.

"Geralt, Geralt of Tyrosh."

"So it's you!" The three people on the table were all surprised.

The Dragon Knights of the Seven Kingdoms can even name farmers and dragons. Geralt, as Werther's adopted son, has no dragons, but is also an extremely powerful melee mage, and his name is still widely known.

After killing a gang of robbers at the age of 12 during the Heshan City Bank Heist, Werther knighted Geralt and gifted him a Valyrian steel sword, which he himself named the Siren.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Bronn put his longsword on the table and rolled up the cuffs to his elbows, showing the scar on his forearm to prove that he was a fierce man.

Geralt, who was raised by Oberon, had never seen anyone before. He asked the bartender to serve four glasses of the best wine here. After the wine was placed on the table, he asked, "Is there any special wine in White Harbor City?" Strange thing?"

"Strange stuff? Does fur count?" Bronn said carefully.

"You know I'm a magician, but I'm just curious about magic." Geralt's face changed drastically after taking a sip of the wine. The low-quality wine was too bad to drink, and he buried his head and prepared to vomit on the ground.

The three of Bronn took this opportunity to wink at each other.

"How is it? Are there any places like this?" Geralt's enhanced senses knew the behavior between the three at the time, and he was deliberately letting the three of them communicate.

"Yes, there are, but the prices there are high, and you need to be introduced by an acquaintance to get in." Bronn said very awkwardly.

Geralt took out a golden dragon from his pocket and put it in front of Bronn. He already knew that Bronn had the final say among the three.

"A golden dragon can only buy a message." Bronn put the golden dragon into his clothes.

Geralt: "You are really dark!"

"No, no, you misunderstood. The price is high because I can't afford to offend those people." Bronn drank a sip of wine to moisten his throat, leaned over to Geralt and lowered his voice:

"I know a place where you can buy your magician's favorite alchemy material: the ashes of vampires! If the demand is large, you can order in advance, and you can buy as much as you want!"

Geralt noticed that when the long-haired man sitting across from him heard the word vampire, he began to tightly grip his wine glass.

Geralt "" "Really? Vampires have been extinct in the mainland for many years, and the stock of vampire ashes is getting less and less. The powerful healing potions and magic recovery potions made are all sold at sky-high prices. purchase?"

Bolong pointed to the roof: "I swear to the golden dragon that what I said is absolutely true. In that place, you can even spend a good night with a coquettish female vampire!"

Geralt squinted at him. "Have you tried?"

"Poor mercenaries like us can't afford the money. It's spent by nobles and magicians. However, I once received a job to protect a magician. I was lucky enough to go in once. Those female vampires are better than us men. They are all tall, tall, tall, and beautiful, and they will fight with a group of people for three days and three nights without rest." Bronn looked nostalgic.

Geralt pretended to be very interested: "Aren't they afraid of vampire bites?"

"What are you afraid of! Every female vampire wears a silver collar around her neck, hands and feet. I heard that there are barbs inside. As long as they dare to transform, they will pierce into their bodies. There are also clothes specially designed for them, those transparent tulle It's really tempting to hang on a collar." Bronn said more and more.

Hearing this, Geralt also understood that someone was breeding vampires for profit!

Geralt has never experienced a vampire war, and his view of vampires is not hostile, and he even thinks they are a bit pitiful.

There is a vampire with only a body left in the Tyrosh School of Magic, who produces a fixed amount of blood every day.There is also a beautiful red-haired female vampire living underground in the castle. Geralt also pursued her, and was later told that she was the wife of his uncle Jon.

Jon and Yegoxint can only be together for one week each year, and this is also the day when the female vampire can come out of the castle and wander around the city.

Only now did Geralt understand that it was not only Uncle Jon and himself who wanted good female vampires, but also all powerful men on the mainland.

Geralt: "Take me."

"Hehe." Bronn didn't reply but just smiled.

Geralt understood that White Harbor is full of cellars, and perhaps there are secret passages extending in all directions underground, and it is impossible to find the entrance without someone leading the way.He took out a few more golden dragons and put them on the table, and Bronn nodded and agreed: "Let's say it first, we are only responsible for taking you to the place, and we don't care about other things."

Geralt: "Okay. So now the three of you are officially hired by me. What's your name?"

"Hound." The big man raised his head, the left side of his face under the long hair was a mess, he never lied.

The Hound Sandor has become a vampire since Joffrey betrayed humans. He didn't want to go with the gangsters and leave alone, and he was completely disappointed when he thought of what Tywin had done.At that time, the battle in the river land was still going on, and Tywin might secretly execute himself when he returned, so he turned north and became a mercenary in the White Harbor area of ​​Calim Bay.

"Sandor Clegane in the West?" Geralt remembered the books introducing the martial arts of the seven kingdoms, including Sandor who had been missing for many years.

Sandor nodded.

"What about you?" Geralt looked again at the thin man next to Sandor.

"Jia Kun, an archer." After he finished speaking, he patted the bow and arrow beside the chair.

Jia Kun's eyes were very strange. Geralt stretched out his hand and cast a small detection magic. A circular magic circle appeared on the palm of his hand. When the hand approached Jia Kun, there was a faint white light in the center.

"You have the aptitude for magic, why don't you learn magic and come here as a mercenary? With the status of a magician, you can at least earn five times more mercenary money." Geralt didn't have this person in his mind.

Jia Kun grinned: "Hehe, I'm from Essos, and the magic school won't accept me."

He used to be a killer who took money to do business, and Werther was the assassination target who capsized him in the gutter. Speaking of which, he was not considered an enemy. The House of Black and White had already reconciled with Werther, and even opened a branch in Tyrosh.

But at that time, Werther's magic hurt Jia Kun's soul, and even spending money to hire a magician to teach him couldn't release any magic.If a person wants to live, the psychological shadow and the damage to his soul make him tremble when he picks up a dagger and a long sword. After joining the Royal Fleet, he switched to bow and arrow.

He was also secretly sent to Dorne to assassinate several nobles, and was almost silenced on the way back by boat. If he hadn't relied on the hard training in the early years to hide in the bottom cabin of the ship, he would have died in the big ship. maritime.They didn't dare to go to the south, and the central part was afraid of being killed, so they went all the way to the north.

Geralt: "Set a time and take me there as soon as possible."

"Just tonight, the three of us are going to change our clothes first." After finishing speaking, Bronn beckoned Sandor and Jia Kun to leave.

"I'll wait for you at the door of the hotel." When releasing the magic before, Geralt took the opportunity to stick a little alchemy on the three people's clothes, and he could sense the three people's positions within a hundred meters. He was not afraid of the three people closing in. Money doesn't work.

Without waiting too long, the three arrived as promised.

White Harbor City covers a very large area. The four of Geralt pretended to be ordinary pedestrians and went around the city. When it was dark, they came to a place called Fish King Square.

"In this alley, there is a technical institute, but that's just a superficial disguise, the cellar under the kitchen is the entrance." Bronn indicated the direction with his eyes.

"I'll just go in and ask the vampire to die? Is there any code or something?" Geralt felt that the matter was not that simple.

Bronn pointed to the Valyrian steel sword behind Geralt: "Do you still need a code? Take out the hilt and have a look, and they will know that you are a big client."

"Then you go back to the lazy eels and wait for me, maybe I'll look for you again later." After Geralt finished speaking, he walked into the alley alone.

Looking at Geralt's back, Sandor said, "Will those people kill him to keep the secret?"

Bronn pulled out three black hoods from his waist: "Come with me, I still know an entrance. As long as we do something inside, we will rush in and rescue Geralt. Thank you for saving your life. We will get the bounty when the time comes." There will be more!"

Chapter 360 Miranda

Unlike those taverns where mercenaries and smugglers gather, there are fierce and vicious men at the entrance, the waiters at the entrance of this shop are all well-dressed and polite. After Geralt showed the little magic of lighting a fire with his palm, the waiter respectfully gave him Welcomed in.