GOT : Battle Royale[ An ASOIAF Fanfiction]

"I really don't know why you're so crazy. Just because you failed to kill your enemy yourself, do you want to kill me? You don't even hesitate to use some crazy words to slander me?" Ian saw that the situation had calmed, then seized the advantage. "I'm sorry, I really didn't know that the hatred between you two was so great. What did that guy do? Did he sleep with your wife?"

For a moment, the laughter around them grew even louder.

"Thirty," Harui held out three fingers. He couldn't explain it to the mercenaries, so he simply spoke to them in the language they understood best. "Kill him, and I will give you thirty gold dragons."

The mercenaries' laughter ceased abruptly. Ian felt only scorching eyes directed at him, and the air was thick with the smell of greed.

"Oh? Really? Are you looking for a Lannister to compete for financial strength?" Ian sneered, then looked at the mercenary captain, Carmel. "Kill him, no matter how much he pays, I will pay twice as much."

"You can't get the money." Harui was halfway through his words when he suddenly remembered that the other party had already won the first kill mission, so he could only clench his fists and swallow his words.

"Of course I can get the money," Ian took over, smiling. He wanted to claim the prize in the system immediately and take the money out of his backpack, but he suddenly became wary.

These mercenaries were all from Harui's side. What if, after he took out the money, these guys took advantage, robbed him, and then silenced him?

"I don't have any money with me now," Ian said with a contemptuous expression, "but my attendants will naturally bring the money later. A Lannister always pays his debts. For thousands of years, we have never breached a contract."

No one doubted Ian's words. Whether it was his identity as an illegitimate son of the Lannister family or his bejeweled attire, Ian's words were full of persuasion.

"Annie, I don't have time to log in to the system now, can you directly help me receive the award?" Ian took the opportunity to ask in his mind.

"Yes. The gold dragon rewards have been distributed. Due to the player's insufficient storage space, some of the gold dragon rewards will be carried and escorted to the player by the reward NPC."

One liter of gold weighs about 37 kilograms, while three thousand gold dragons weigh about 45 kilograms. In addition, the shape of gold coins and gold bars would occupy a lot of space. A storage backpack with a single grid couldn't hold so many gold dragons.

But why did I inexplicably think of sending express delivery? Ian cursed, but he also knew that now was not the time to be clever.

"When will the reward NPC arrive?"

"You have three options for the self-selected NPC this time, namely [Warrior's Son], [Crowtooth Guard] and [Elite Oath Knight]. After you make your choice, they will be sent from the nearest resource point five kilometers away to your location."

After hearing these three choices, Ian was truly stunned, because the first two units had long disappeared into the annals of history.

The Warrior's Sons were the name of an armed sect of the Faith of the Seven that was disbanded during the reign of Jaehaerys I, the fourth monarch of the Targaryen dynasty.

The Warrior's Sons were also known as the Knights of the Holy Sword or the Knights of the Star. Their members were all knights who had been anointed with holy oil. They renounced their titles, castles, and territories. Their responsibility was to protect the temple and safely escort the devout from bandits and heretics. This was undoubtedly the top tier, akin to Paladins without the power of the Holy Light.

But Ian rejected this option with almost no hesitation, because the Warrior's Sons wore rather conspicuous attire.

They wore rainbow cloaks with the heraldry of 'a colorful crystal sword shining on a black background' and silver-plated armor. They used star-shaped crystals as weight balls on their sword hilts. They were a very cool group. If just two Warrior's Sons arrived, no one would believe they were the servants of the Lannister family.

(PS: Here is a special explanation for readers who have only watched the TV series. The image of the "Son of the Warrior" in the TV series is actually closer to the "Poor Fellows," another armed sect of the Faith of the Seven at that time. The Poor Fellows, as the name suggests, do not need to be elaborated.)

The second, Crow's Tooth Guard, referred to the personal elite of the famous noble bastard "Bloodraven," Brynden Rivers, from the time of Aegon IV, the eleventh Targaryen king. He became Hand of the King to two kings, later became Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, and eventually the Three-Eyed Raven himself (details not covered here).

They used enchanted weirwood bows, and their most famous achievement was during the 'Battle of the Redgrass Field' when quelling the Blackfyre Rebellion, they shot and killed the rival king Daemon Blackfyre and his twin sons from 300 yards away. They were undoubtedly top-tier long-range units.

But Ian also didn't choose them because they had no horses and couldn't get here as quickly as possible.

After choosing the most inconspicuous, yet statistically excellent, Elite Oath Knight, Ian looked up at Captain Carmel, awaiting his answer.

To Ian's expectation, Carmel rejected him after hesitating for a while: "I defected on the battlefield and waved my sword at my employer. Who do you think I am?"

I treat you like a mercenary! Otherwise, who else can I think of you as? You don't even need to pay if I give you money? Is it too little? Ian looked confused.

Harui, who was opposite Ian, let out a long sigh of relief, secretly glad that he had not chosen the wrong person.

Ser Carmel's mercenary team had always been the most reputable team near Lord Harroway's Town. It was for this reason that Harui had been immediately impressed by them, and he hadn't hesitated to pay them twelve gold dragons—a remuneration several times higher than the normal price—to snatch them from another claimant.

It was rumored that Ser Carmel was the eldest grandson of a lord. However, when he was very young, his family had to sell their territory due to bankruptcy. By his generation, he also lost his title.

He still had to work hard on his own to earn the title of knight during King Robert's battle to put down Balon Greyjoy's rebellion.

In order to revive his family, Ser Carmel had always valued honor more than life, and his sense of honor was Harui's biggest reliance at the moment.

It was true that Harui had no way to compete financially with a 'Lannister bastard' who had received the reward for the first kill, but he was Carmel's employer. Carmel had been a mercenary for more than twenty years and had never been known for a scandal of oath-breaking.

"You mean you rejected my offer?" Ian confirmed to him. "If you think it's too little, I can actually offer him three times as much, or any other price you offer that you're satisfied with."

"Note, it's any price, as long as you ask for it." Ian added again. He was confident enough to satisfy the other party's appetite. After all, Jaime Lannister was only worth one thousand gold dragons, and he was an illegitimate son, so the other party could ask for up to two hundred.

All the loyalty and honor in the world comes from not giving enough.

"Sorry, Ser, my honor does not allow me to betray my employer." Carmel seemed a little moved, but his answer made Ian feel cold.

Ian only knew that Ned Stark was a rigid man who insisted on honor, but he never imagined that he would encounter such a weirdly 'honorable' mercenary on the first day of the game (even though this mercenary was another player's carefully selected choice).

What kind of mercenary do you want to be if you value honor?

However, Carmel immediately changed the topic, causing Ian's heart to ride a roller coaster: "Similarly, my honor does not allow me to launch a dishonorable attack against a nobleman. Therefore, as long as you swear here that you will not act against my employer, I will let you go."

Could you please stop gasping? Ian held his left chest and felt his heart almost leap out of his chest.

Before Ian could speak, Harui couldn't sit still. He retorted almost subconsciously: "The nobleman who rides on the horse, he is just an illegitimate son!" Then he changed his mind and realized that it was ridiculous, "Ah, he's not even an illegitimate child, he's just a liar!"

"The agreement we signed is to protect your life and help you kill your enemies. Now that your enemies are dead, we only need to be responsible for your safety." Carmel's refusal sounded just as determined as his previous rejection of Ian's offer.

This made Ian feel a sense of respect in his heart. It was probably respect, but it certainly wasn't ridicule.

"I am your employer, and I order you to kill him!" Harui was furious. If he could see himself, he would definitely be reminded of Emperor Joffrey shouting, 'I am the King!'

However, Ian was no longer willing to cause trouble. His obsession with killing Harui wasn't serious. After all, he had already won the first kill task. At this point, the reward obtained by killing another early player wasn't worth the continued risk.

At this moment, for Ian, a completely acceptable result was for both parties to go their separate ways. So, he swore to the sky without hesitation:

"I, Ian Hisham, swear to the Seven Gods on the honor of my father and the Lannister family that I will never hold Mr. Harui, Ser Carmel, or his mercenaries responsible for what happened today. And we will never initiate any revenge, otherwise our Heavenly Father's judgment will come upon the Lannister family."

"The Lannister family has nothing to do with you!" Harui gritted his teeth.

"Thank you, Ser, may the Seven Gods bless you," Carmel bowed slightly, then turned to Harui and grabbed him. "Let's go, Mr. Harui. Ser Ian has sworn not to pursue you for today's matter. Just stop irritating him."

It was obvious that he understood Harui's words, "The Lannister family has nothing to do with you," as an insult to Ian's bastard status.

"I..." Harui felt extremely wronged, but he could only hold back those meaningless explanations, because he knew that without evidence, everything was empty talk.

He just felt that his defeat this time was inexplicable.

It could be said that from the moment the fake illegitimate son appeared, he never connected the other party with a player.

Harui couldn't figure it out. He was riding a well-bred warhorse worth at least twenty gold dragons. He was wearing a brocade hunting suit, a gold shawl, and a gold-plated belt worth no less than three gold dragons. The noble knight with the Lannister heraldic sword was actually a player, and he had come to cheat and ambush his comrade, a businessman with an average attribute of only five. What was this?

Doesn't he still have a recharge window? If you had told me earlier, I would have charged it too!

That guy disguised himself as the bastard son of the Lannister family. Damn it, Carmel didn't dare to take action against him. Carmel...

Ian didn't know what he thought of, but Harui, who was depressed, suddenly raised his head and looked at Ian, his eyes shining brightly: "Do you think today is destined to be a draw?"

Draw? Ah, yes, yes, if you say it's a draw, let's call it a draw. Anyway, I've taken advantage of it. Thinking of this, Ian nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's a draw. I don't have any objection if you say you win."

"But I'm not willing to accept it," Harui said in a low tone, pitifully. "I wonder if you've ever heard a sentence?"

"What?"

"What 'Littlefinger' taught Sansa is that in the game of power, the humblest chess pieces also have their own desires, and sometimes they will refuse the actions you designed for them." Harui showed a scary smile.

Ian's pupils suddenly shrank.