Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

"Ask your friends to help introduce us to Governor Illyrio?" Ian guessed.

"No," Darren shook his head, "Illyrio is a businessman, but he is also a governor. Ordinary members of the Chamber of Commerce have no qualifications to ask to see him. If they want to see Illyrio, they can only go through each A monthly banquet.”

"so?"

"I can try asking my friends to see if they can give us the opportunity to attend the banquet."

"Let? Can't those who attend the banquet bring followers?"

"Of course you can if you are a more noble dinner party, but ordinary members of the Chamber of Commerce or captains who apply on their own can only bring one female companion at most. Male companions are also fine. Pentos is not like Westeros on this issue. Just as serious.”

"So your friend is just an ordinary member of the Chamber of Commerce?" Ian was a little disappointed.

"As for them, maybe they still take advantage of the fact that I am the son of the lord of Seagull Town."

"That's the thing. We need to see the Governor, so I hope you can do me a favor and give us the qualification to attend Governor Illyrio's banquet in the middle of this month." Daeron made his request to his friend.

"I'm sorry, Daeron." Talobane sat on the sofa chair stuffed with horsehair and velvet, looking arrogant. "I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to help you. The quota for this banquet is not suitable for me." It is very important, as it involves the distribution of shares of many trades in Pentos City in the next month."

"It's just one or two batches of cheese." Of course Darren knew what kind of business Talobane was doing, "and I need to use this opportunity to ask for an audience with my king." He went on to explain.

"Attention, Darren, you are not qualified to talk about 'cheese' in this tone now." Tarrow Byrne imitated Darren's tone when he just talked about cheese in an extremely exaggerated way. "I used to tolerate you talking about cheese." The arrogance in front of me is because you are the son of the lord of Seagull Town, and now."

Talobane shrugged, "Seagull Town has been taken over by the royal family, and you," he said and glanced at Ian, who was standing behind Darren, "you are no better than..."

Taroben paused for a moment as he spoke. I don't know what he thought of, but he changed the subject directly, "And if my guess is correct, your ship is also gone, right?"

"How are you?" Darren was a little surprised.

"If your ship is still there, you can pass the qualification test at the Governor's Banquet yourself. Why do you need my help?"

"I"

"So, you have nothing at all now, so why should I help you?" Taroben tapped his fingers on the table and looked at Darren, who was looking more and more embarrassed.

Looking at Darren's dissatisfied look, Ian couldn't help but have the idea of ​​​​slapping the damn cheese seller on the face with a golden dragon and making him kneel down to give up his place at the banquet.

But he knew that he couldn't do this, because it also didn't fit the character of 'Ian Hewen'.

In Ian's plan, he couldn't show any financial resources in Pentos. He must show an image of "almost no power" in front of Illyrio, so that Illyrio can safely recommend him to the Viserys brothers and sisters.

By the time they left Pentos and embarked on the journey to Vaes Dothraki, and he showed his fangs again, Illyrio was already beyond his reach.

But before leaving Pentos, he must hide his financial resources.

Both Illyrio and Varys were engaged in intelligence, and Illyrio could track every move he made in Pantos.

"Mr. Talobane," Ian finally spoke in person, "I wonder what you need us to do to give us the opportunity to attend this banquet." Ian could understand the cheesemonger's expression; The four characters "For Sale" are written in the eyes.

"I"

"Don't rush to deny it. From the beginning, you just told us that this request made you embarrassed. Later, you emphasized the importance of the banquet to you and reminded Darren to recognize his current identity.

Moreover, when you were about to open your mouth to humiliate us, you held back your words. If my guess is correct, you are planning to wait until we are disappointed and ready to leave, and then make demands on us in a charitable tone, right? "

Talobane was stunned for several seconds, then he lowered his crossed legs, sat up straight again, and looked at the young man behind Daron who he once thought was Daron's attendant with a critical eye.

"I can see your anxiety," Ian said again, "and since you're going to the trouble of doing all this instead of just asking for it, it means that what you're thinking about is either very difficult or a dirty job. , or it’s a dirty job that’s difficult to handle. But it just so happens that in your eyes we can help you solve this problem.”

"I have to admit that you are very smart. I wonder who you are?" Talobane forced himself to recover from his surprise.

"Sir Ian, I am Daeron's friend." Ian was not in a hurry to reveal his new vest.

"Oh," Talobane swept away the arrogance on his face and put on a very friendly smile, "Sir Ian, Daeron's friends are my friends, and I do have a big problem to deal with here.

And you just have the force to deal with these troubles." He glanced at the four knights beside Ian, and then looked at Ian, "And the wisdom, if you can help me deal with this matter, I will not only take this matter. I have given up my place at a governor's banquet, and I can also provide you with a financial support of fifty, oh no, one hundred gold dragons, how about it? "

"Tell me more about it." Ian nodded.

Of course he didn't want to get himself into trouble as soon as he arrived in Pantos, but now he really couldn't find a better choice.

If he could get a chance to meet Illyrio by solving a merchant-level problem, he would still be able to accept it.

As for the reward of one hundred gold dragons, it stands to reason that Ian would not like the one hundred gold dragons, but having a "traceable" high income obtained in Pantos will make it easier for him to spend money in the future. As for being so fussy about Soso.

"You haven't brought chairs for these distinguished guests yet! There's nothing you can see." Hearing Ian's answer, Talobane was overjoyed and quickly scolded his servants.

Dirty work, Ian sat down on the chair handed by the servant, and inexplicably thought of a figure in his mind.

If he didn't need to change his vest, that guy would be the most suitable person to do the dirty work, right?

"A sneeze."

"The wind on the sea is very strong, and you are wearing too little." Dorian, the Black Falcon, said to the mercenary beside him, "But I didn't expect that you would come with me."

"I don't know what kind of tricks you are playing, but you can't find a job earning 60 gold dragons a month anywhere. I have no reason to give up on such an employer."

"Yeah," Black Falcon said, glancing at the mercenaries behind him, "No one has any reason to give up."

Sir Ian may really be worrying too much, he added in his mind.