Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

The next morning, Ian slept undisturbed until he woke up naturally.

Although he had a nightmare last night, he still felt very energetic and his mind was much clearer than last night because he slept for 8 hours.

After Ian finished washing up according to the habit of his previous life, Roll came over and reported to him: "Master."

"No, no," Ian interrupted him quickly, "Don't call me master, just like them, just call me Sir Lucien. This is my current identity."

"As you wish, Sir Lucien," Rolle shrugged, "Jenny Hyde, the niece of the landlady Martha, just came and knocked on the door."

"How could it be her? Where is she?"

"I told her you were still sleeping and she left."

"Then go and ask her to come again now."

"Would you like to order some more food? We haven't eaten yet."

"OK."

Rolle took the order and left the room, and brought Jenny back two minutes later.

Jenny Hyde is a little girl who is not yet 18 years old. Although she is not a great beauty, her appearance is quite pretty, especially her eyes, which are shining with smart light.

She was wearing a beautiful navy blue linen dress, with her long brown hair hanging on her shoulders, and a delicate calf exposed under the skirt.

This is probably her most expensive dress, Ian guessed.

"Your Excellency." Jenny quickly lowered her head and saluted after seeing Ian, but Ian could still feel that she was looking at him secretly.

"What did Martha say to you yesterday?" Ian's face darkened.

"She didn't say anything. She just asked me to recall how many of the guests who stayed at the inn yesterday were here for the first time, and then asked me to report to you today."

"Why doesn't she come in person?"

"She is still in the kitchen. You may not know that she is the only chef in our inn. If she leaves the kitchen, the inn will not be able to operate normally, so she asked me to be at your disposal at any time."

"Aren't you curious about what I'm going to do?"

"Of course I am curious, but my aunt refused to say anything. She just asked me to serve you seriously." She said that you are the richest man in the world and a guest of the Volantis Archon and the Emperor of Yidi. She asked I seize the opportunity, even if it is only for one night, or even once, with your generous hand, it is enough to keep us clothed and well-fed for a lifetime.

"Let you wear your most beautiful dress to serve me. If you can climb into my bed, you will be prosperous from now on, right?" Ian rolled his eyes.

"Oh, sir." After Ian exposed her thoughts, Jenny's little face turned red. She defended in a low voice, "I just didn't expect you to be so young."

Two years younger than you! Ian cursed.

"Stop your evil thoughts," Ian brought the topic back to business. He had no interest in flirting with a woman like Jenny. "Tell me, who were the strangers who stayed in the store yesterday."

"There were a total of 14 people who arrived at our store yesterday and ended up staying overnight, 11 of them we had never seen before." Seeing Ian's serious face, Jenny didn't dare to think about it anymore, and quickly started to report what she had collected information arrived.

"so much?"

"Yes, sir, that's the characteristic of our place. Most of the guests rest here for a night when passing by, so there are actually a lot of strangers."

"So what are the characteristics of these 11 people?"

"I'm afraid I can no longer answer this question."

"Why?"

"There are only three of them left in the store now. The others bought some dry food and left before dawn." Jenny explained tremblingly, "At that time, I I wanted to report to you, but this knight stopped me, so I can’t possibly stop them myself, right?”

"You didn't say what you were here for at the time." Rohr couldn't help but frown.

"I don't know what to say." Jenny's eyes dodge. She came here with wrong intentions, so when she was rejected by Rohr, she was too frightened to speak.

"It's okay." Ian interrupted the two of them and left before dawn. Travelers with a hurried schedule will most likely not be players. "Just tell me about the situation of the remaining three people."

"Okay, okay," Jenny nodded in relief, "Among the remaining three, one of them is a mercenary, and he is drinking in the lobby. I chatted with him for a few words, and he said he came here to try his luck. , see if I can find any work.

But I don’t think he looks like a mercenary at all. He’s too thin and doesn’t look strong at all. I feel like any duck in our store can beat him. "

Player! This was Ian's first reaction.

Because the player's combat effectiveness has nothing to do with improving the body shape, just as age does not affect the data, the creation of the final character image will not have any impact on the layout.

If a certain skinny guy is a mercenary, he might actually be a player.

"What about his other characteristics? What armor is he wearing? What weapons is he using?"

"This is the most outrageous part! He has no armor or weapons. He is wearing a very old silk shirt and a wallet embroidered with gold thread. He seems to have powdered his face."

"Let's talk about the remaining two people." Ian chuckled.

"The remaining two people were a pair of masters and servants...a middle-aged knight and an 11 or 2-year-old page. They opened a luxurious single room and asked me for a bundle of straw mats, which should be for the page. It's used by children. The two of them are still in the room, so they probably haven't gotten up yet."

Jenny said and suddenly remembered, "By the way, when they first arrived here yesterday afternoon, Auntie made a request to the knight to go to the Ward family's manor to help Sir Wilder and the others, but he was rejected by him. Ruthless rejection. The knight claimed that he was rushing to King's Landing and had no time to play house with the poor knights of the Riverlands."

"Do you know his last name?"

"I don't know, he didn't introduce his last name."

"Where's the coat of arms? Does he have a coat of arms?"

"Yes, yes, there is indeed something painted on his cloak," Jenny recalled, "It seems to be a tower."

"One or two?" Ian's first reaction was the twin blue towers of the Frey family.

"One, ser. I can see it clearly."

"What about other features? For example, the color of the tower, the color of the cloak, what else is there in the pattern besides the tower?"

"The tower is yellow, and the cloak is black, oh no, it's red," Jenny scratched her head, "I can't remember clearly, I didn't pay special attention at the time."

"Black, red base, yellow tower," Ian repeated. After recalling it for a few minutes, he asked, "Does the cloak you see have both red and black colors at the same time, and the black part in the middle?" , a yellow tower with four flames coming out?”

"Huh? So that's a flame?" Jenny said subconsciously, and she realized the next moment, "Yes, it's exactly the same as you said!"