Game Of Thrones : Merchant of Two Worlds

In Westeros, bastards and ambitious knights often look to prove themselves by challenging someone of higher rank. It was inevitable that some would try to pick a fight with Jason Liu, the Earl of Starfire City.

However, Jason had no intention of stepping into the arena himself. Fighting? Not a chance. Why should a noble lord like him lower himself to duel with a mere knight? It would be utterly beneath his dignity. Besides, it wasn't about fear—he simply didn't enjoy fighting.

If anyone dared to challenge him, Jason had a straightforward response:

"Defeat my bodyguards first!"

And if, by some miracle, they managed to overcome his guards, there were still hundreds of soldiers under his command. Let them fight every single one of them if they wanted. If they couldn't manage that, they had no right to boast or provoke him.

Jason smirked at the thought, feeling quite pleased with his solution.

With a plan forming in his mind, Jason sprang into action. He left dicken, Kent, Rubin, and Chris to look after his store while he headed to the warehouse behind the main castle. From there, he made his way back to the modern world.

Once home, he pulled out his phone and found the contact information for the company where he had previously purchased stab-resistant gear. He placed an order for four complete sets of protective equipment, one for each of his guards.

The set included a riot helmet, stab-proof jacket, reinforced pants, and sturdy boots. Each set cost nearly 3,000 yuan, so the total came to 12,000 yuan. Jason paid upfront, and the company assured him the items would be shipped immediately and delivered within two days.

Satisfied, Jason returned to Westeros.

Upon his return, Jon Snow greeted him with good news. "The Starks' horse farm is ready for us to visit. We can choose fifty horses today."

Jason's interest was piqued. He had never been to a horse farm before, even in the modern world, and he was curious to see how one operated.

"Let's go right away!" Jason said eagerly.

Barlow prepared the carriage while Jason, dicken, and the other guards climbed in. Jon rode ahead on his horse, a gift from Lord Eddard Stark for his fourteenth name day. Together, they made their way to Winterfell to meet the stablemaster, Hank.

Hank and his men led the group to the horse farm, which was vast and sprawling, housing over two thousand adult horses.

"Lord East, please follow me. The horses available for sale are kept in the smaller fenced pastures," Hank explained as he guided them to the designated area.

From a distance, Jason could see hundreds of horses grazing peacefully on the lush green grass. The farmhands, armed with bows and arrows, patrolled the area on horseback to protect the herd from wild wolves. In the North, these predators were a constant threat, especially to young foals and isolated horses.

As they approached one of the smaller wooden enclosures, a pungent smell hit Jason like a wave. The stench of sweat, manure, and urine was overwhelming.

Jason wrinkled his nose and stepped back. "Jon, Kent, Barlow—go in and pick out fifty horses. The faster, the better. I'll wait here."

While Jason stayed back, Jon and the others entered the enclosure to inspect the horses. Meanwhile, Hank stayed with Jason, keeping him company.

The vast fields stretched as far as the eye could see, with the low temperatures and fertile soil of the North making it an ideal place for raising horses. Hurren explained that most of the horses bred on the farm were sold to southern markets or used by Stark soldiers, providing a steady source of income for Winterfell.

After some time, Jon and the others returned, having selected fifty strong, healthy horses suitable for war.

When it came time to pay, Hurren discussed the price with the stablemaster. "Each horse is 5 gold dragons, so the total comes to 250 gold dragons."

Jason felt a twinge of pain as he handed over the hefty sum, but he quickly reminded himself that these horses were an investment. In times of peace, the price was reasonable. If war ever broke out, the cost of warhorses would easily double or even triple.

Once the transaction was complete, Jason had his men select a few calmer horses for practice. Jon also arranged for five saddles to be provided by the stablemaster.

As a gesture of thanks, Jason instructed Barlow to gift the stablemaster some of the food and wine stored in the carriage. The white bread, sausages, and wine were luxuries not often seen in the North, and the stablemaster accepted the gift with gratitude, thanking Jason profusely.

Under Jon's guidance, Jason carefully mounted a black horse and began practicing. The experience was both thrilling and challenging. After only a short ride, he could feel the skin on his inner thighs starting to chafe, and he winced in discomfort.

Barlow brought the carriage around, and Jason dismounted, climbing into the carriage with stiff, awkward movements. "That's enough riding for today," he muttered, deciding he was done with horses for a while.

Meanwhile, dicken, Kent, Rubin, and Chris were determined to show off their newfound skills. Despite their own discomfort, they continued riding with wide grins, clearly trying to impress Jason.

Jon, watching their efforts, couldn't help but smile. He remembered his own early struggles with horseback riding and the soreness that came with it.

By the time they left the farm, Jason was content. He had fifty strong horses, and his guards were well on their way to becoming skilled riders. It had been a productive day.

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