GOT : Battle Royale[ An ASOIAF Fanfiction]

Fifteen years after the failure of the first Blackfyre Rebellion, in 211 AC (Aegon's Conquest), Lord Ambrose Butterwell, the owner of White Walled City, held a grand tourney within its walls. The winner's prize was a stone dragon egg. (This dragon egg was a gift given to the family by 'King Young' Aegon IV when he slept with the three daughters of the then Earl of White Walled City during an earlier visit, or, in other words, compensation.)

On the surface, the tourney was to celebrate the marriage of Ambrose Butterwell, the Earl of White Walled City, and a Frey of the Twins. In reality, it was a conspiracy hatched by the Earl of White Walled City and other Blackfyre supporters.

They gathered the losers of the First Blackfyre Rebellion and others who were dissatisfied with the repressive rule of Brynden Rivers, the Hand of the King at the time. They brought Daemon II, the son of Daemon I, disguising his identity so he could compete.

Their plan was to rig the tourney so that Daemon Blackfyre II would win the championship, then reveal his identity during the festivities and use the opportunity to launch a Second Blackfyre Rebellion.

As it turned out, Daemon Blackfyre II was not only less formidable than his father, who was known as the "Warrior," but he was instead a failure who failed to live up to expectations. He failed to win any rigged matches and became the laughingstock of the nobles for a while.

In addition, the Hand of the King, Bloodraven, somehow got wind of the plot and led his army to White Walled City before the tournament was even over.

The useless Daemon II, unable to garner the support of the nobles, had to ride out of the city alone and request a duel with Bloodraven. But Bloodraven disregarded martial honor and simply ordered his men to arrest him.

At this point, the Second Blackfyre Rebellion was suppressed like a farce.

White Walled City was also completely demolished under Bloodraven's order, and the land where it stood was sown with salt.

Today's White Walled City ruins are utterly dilapidated. While people will associate White Walled City with the Blackfyre Rebellion, it's utter nonsense to assume a group of bandits are connected to it just because they're operating in its ruins.

"I don't know," Denzel just shook his head at this point. "When I was hired to participate in the anti-bandit mission, I wasn't invited to enter the castle. Maybe Ser Grantham knows more." Denzel then looked at Grantham beside him.

After realizing that Ian was looking at him in the same way, Grantham reluctantly explained: "In fact, the first person who discovered that this bandit group was related to Blackfyre was Ser Wilder Gray, the leader of the local landed knights' alliance. When he was fighting with a knight of the Ghost Bandits, he cut open the opponent's robe, and then saw the coat of arms of the Blackfyre Rebellion on his breastplate."

"Black dragon on a red background?" Ian asked.

"Yes, a black dragon on a red background," Grantham nodded. "Many of us questioned him at that time and asked him if he saw it wrong, but Ser Wilder swore on his honor that what he saw was a red background with the coat of arms of the black dragon."

"As for Blackfyre's restoration treasure," Grantham continued, "I don't know the specific situation, but since Ser Wilder and Boss Morgan are looking for this thing, they must know something. Please wait a moment; you can ask Boss Morgan personally."

"Uh," Ian was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and couldn't help but ask himself, What am I doing?

He had come to the Crossroads Inn to hunt players! With his current strength, he was simply not enough to get involved in the fight for the so-called Blackfyre Treasure.

Even once he expressed his interest in the Blackfyre Treasure, he might even attract the hostility of Black Falcon and others. In that case, even his plan to cast a net here to hunt players would be ruined.

"No need, I'm not interested in the Blackfyre Treasure," Ian shook his head. "I came here for other things."

Hearing Ian's words, Denzel inevitably looked disappointed. He had seen that this generous knight from the Lannister family had shown interest in the matter. He originally thought he could use this to intervene in the matter again to get a share of the spoils. He didn't expect Ser Lucion to just ask.

After a brief silence, Denzel suddenly asked: "By the way, did you hear anything?"

Ian listened carefully and found that there was indeed a very noisy roar coming from downstairs, mixed with crashing sounds.

"Who's going to go down and take a look at the situation?" Ian asked aloud. He didn't plan to go down to join in the fun himself. It would be bad if there was some kind of gang fight, and it would be bad if he got involved.

At this moment, Jenny pushed open the door to Ian's room, ran in with a pale face, then turned around again and locked the door.

"What happened?"

"Oh, Ser, I... He... You want me..."

"Calm down, my friend, calm down." Ian motioned to Rohr and handed her a glass of wine.

Jenny took the wine glass, drank it in one gulp without any sense of decorum, and then coughed violently because she was choked.

"Slow down. You're safe here. Now tell me, what happened down there?"

"Morgan, cough cough cough, Boss Morgan is dead, and his men said they would demolish our inn!"

"Black Falcon is dead?" Ian was a little stunned. A good mercenary leader. I just wanted to find him, and he died inexplicably? Am I possessed by a primary school student who is the God of Death?

"Who did it?" At this time, Grantham stopped caring about acting like a subordinate and hurriedly interjected. Then he seemed to be aware of his gaffe and added, "I'm worried that my subordinates drank too much. Did something stupid."

"No, I don't know," Jenny shook her head, trembling all over. "I don't know."

"Sorry, Ser, I have to go down and take a look at the situation." Seeing that he couldn't get any answers from Jenny, Grantham could only urgently request Ian's permission.

"I have to go down and take a look too," Denzel heard this and agreed.

"Go ahead, and try not to cause any conflicts." Ian felt agitated and waved his hand to let them leave.

If the death of Black Falcon really caused a big melee here, it would undoubtedly ruin his plan to hunt players here.

After the two mercenaries left, Ian asked Rohr to lock the door again, and then looked at Jenny again.

"Calm down, calm down, no one can hurt you here," Ian reached out and held Jenny's shoulders. "If you can't organize a complete sentence, then I will ask you questions. You just need to say yes or no."

Jenny nodded quickly.

"Did you see Black Falcon die with your own eyes?"

"Yes."

"Did you see the murderer?"

"No, there wasn't."

"Where did Black Falcon die? No." Ian shook his head immediately. He found that this question could not be answered directly with yes or no.

"I'm sorry, Ser, I'm much better," Jenny said with a smile on her pale face. "I can answer your question. Where did Boss Morgan die? Why did he die? In the chamber of the knight whose coat of arms is the yellow tower."

"???"

Hearing Jenny's answer, Rohr inexplicably thought of what Ian said to Martha earlier, "What, did they two sleep together?"

After all, he is the incarnation of God, and his ability to predict is terrifying!