NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 191 News from Westeros
"This is a rare time for me to come to Tyrosh with so much money, and you tell me not to let us get off the ship?" Bronn couldn't accept it.
"I need you on board, my friend," Ian said earnestly. "The sailors know the secrets of the ship, and it's not time yet to let the world know about the dragon's existence."
Well, the players definitely already know that, but at least they can't be told where the dragon is.
"As compensation," Ian continued, "I can buy a group of slaves you need and bring them back to the ship," while giving Daenerys her first cognitive lesson on the slave issue, "but equally, they can't Get off the boat, I want you two to oversee this.”
"There are close to two hundred sailors on board," Bronn complained, "and I'm sure they won't like this order."
"And I'm sure you're good at solving these problems."
"Okay." Bronn agreed directly, and did not ask for more money as usual when encountering problems. "I will make them as peaceful as the novice nuns in the monastery."
He was not short of money, although he failed to get the 1,000 gold dragons promised by Prince Hazan due to the previous unrest in Pentos. But the generous Lord Darry, oh no, Lord Darry, whatever he calls him, is my good lord who is willing to pay. The generous Lord Darry paid 500 gold dragons to compensate himself on behalf of Prince Hazan, so that he did not fight in vain. That fight.
Now Bronn's desire for the golden dragon is no longer as strong as before. He is more interested in the castle and earldom promised to him by Ian. And judging from the fact that the Targaryen Queen obtained the dragon, this does not seem to be out of reach. .
After receiving Bronn's assurance, Ian looked at Dorian again. To be honest, he was not worried about Dorian's rejection. This boy had been faithfully executing his orders since he swore allegiance to him.
"Of course, sir," Dorian agreed immediately, and then he added, "But I want to correct a slip of the tongue. The Black Falcons are not a mercenary team. We are your personal guards. As early as Stranger Saint When we were in court, we swore allegiance to you."
Ian was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.
Dorian was only two years older than herself, well, only two years older than herself now. When she met him at the Crossroads Hotel, he was still a young and reckless young man. He didn't expect that he could say it now. Come on like this.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that after staying with me for a long time, the people around me have begun to become smarter.
"Yes, it was my slip of the tongue. You are my personal guards." Ian nodded, "Kneel down." He said as he drew out his sword.
Dorian was a little confused, but he still knelt down.
"On one knee, my friend" Ian resisted the urge to facepalm.
Only then did Dorian understand Ian's intention and quickly readjusted his posture.
"Dorian Blackficken (Black Falcon)," Ian placed the sword on Dorian's right shoulder,
“In the name of a warrior I ask you to be brave;
In the name of my heavenly Father I demand justice from you;
Arise, Ser Dorian, I make you captain of my own bodyguard, and you will have the power to choose the coat of arms for your house. "
"I will swear loyalty to the death." Dorian made a fist with his right hand, hammered his left chest twice, and then stood up.
"Kneel down too, Bronn." Ian turned to Bronn again.
"I" Bronn shrugged, as if he wasn't very interested in this thing, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it wouldn't hurt to kneel down and change his title, so he knelt down too.
"As a warrior"
"I don't believe in the Seven Gods, my lord." Bronn interrupted Ian rudely, "Can we find a faster way?"
"Okay," Ian was not angry, because he didn't believe in the Seven Gods either. The reason why he used the Seven Gods' oaths was purely for the sense of ritual, "In the name of myself, Ian Darry, I ask you to execute my Order to kill my enemies."
"That's exactly what I've been doing."
"Rise then, Ser Bronn."
Ian ended the final investiture ceremony, and after leaving most of the people on the ship, he got off the ship with only Roel, Case, and Celia.
After they asked the guards at the dock in Tyroshi about the location of the largest tavern near the port, they walked there.
While walking on the road, Ian suddenly thought he had entered a mental hospital. The streets here were extremely noisy, and the people on the road acted exaggeratedly. They dyed their hair and beards in various colors-blue, maroon. , pink, purple, scarlet and green.
Although they knew that in the Tyroshi culture, green on the head did not have any special meaning, Ian and Celia still laughed in unison when they saw it.
Passing through the bustling dock area, they quickly turned onto a street facing the river, and then found a three-story wooden building.
This is what the guard just said was the largest inn outside the port of Tyrosh - the 'Three Songs' Inn.
Without lingering outside the door, Ian and the others walked into the inn, then found a table and sat down.
The waiter in the inn took the initiative to ask Ian what they wanted. Ian casually ordered four glasses of local wine, and then began to wait where he was.
He does not need to find out the specific location of Kolu. According to experience, he only needs to arrive at the agreed place, and the NPC will find him on his own initiative.
However, while Ian was waiting, the voices of the mercenaries at the next table reached his ears.
"There's going to be a war in Westeros, we can try our luck there."
"Come on, how much can those poor lords in Westeros afford? Instead of going to the west, it's better to wait for the disputed land to resume war. Myr has already signed a contract with the Golden Company. I bet, In less than half a year, the war in the disputed land will definitely restart."
"This time is different. I heard that the shit Lord Tywin pooped was made of gold."
"Who is Tywin?"
"You don't even know this? The Duke of Casterly Rock, the guy who owns several gold veins. Now the king of Westeros has summoned all the vassals from all over the country to attack him. He thinks that in order to save his life, he will be willing to fight for him. What price are you offering for the mercenaries?"
"Are you crazy? The king summons all the vassals from all over the country to attack him and you still want to go? You have the life to take the golden shit he pooped, but can you have the life to spend it?"
"Two friends," a blond young man's voice interrupted the two mercenaries, "can you tell me specifically what happened in Westeros?"
"Don't worry, I won't let you work in vain." Ian said, putting two silver coins on the table.
"Of course, my friend," the mercenary copied Ian's words, and then began to share the rumors he had heard with enthusiasm, "You may not believe it when I tell you that the queen of Westeros is having an affair with her brother. Winterfell was discovered, the queen was beaten to death on the spot by the king, and her brother, the son of the Duke of Casterly Rock, fled in disgrace like a coward, so..."
After listening to the mercenary's story, Ian roughly figured out the whole story.
To put it simply, a certain player force used the plot point of James and Cersei's adultery being discovered by Bran to arrange it, directly and brutally subverting the entire plot line of Westeros. This is exactly the same as their own ideas.
After all, this in itself is the best choice for players who have gained development advantages.
Destroying the plot can destroy the golden finger of other players to "understand the original work" to the greatest extent, causing their plans based on the subsequent original plot to completely fail.