GOT : Battle Royale[ An ASOIAF Fanfiction]

As long as I tell her the characteristics, as long as anyone enters this area, she can give me clues?!!!

Grass!

Isn't this the fucking network I want? Then I still care about the optional mission of Kammer!

Originally, Ian only had a rough idea about how to hunt at the Crossroads Inn, and he hadn't yet figured out how to deal with many specific issues.

For example, how to find reliable mercenaries, how to keep the mercenaries' presence secret, and how to explain to the mercenaries that they are arresting people here?

Another example is when they find a guy with very suspicious equipment, how do they identify whether he is a player.

The point is, when they attack someone who is suspected of being a player, how can they avoid being discovered by other players, and how can they prevent their fight from being seen by other aborigines and spreading the news, leading to a sudden alert?

Ian didn't have a clue about these details yet; he was still thinking about it later.

Didn't expect a super tool man to come to your door like this? Ian looked at Martha, making her hair tremble.

"Ser Lucien? About my proposal?"

"Oh, Martha, my friend," Ian smiled and shook his head, "I think you can be of greater help than doing something as trivial as asking for clues."

"A bigger favor?" Martha was puzzled.

Of course, it is a bigger favor. You are familiar with the local mercenaries and can recruit a group of good hands for me.

You have your own intelligence network that can monitor the entire area and target every strange and suspicious person who checks in or simply passes by.

You are the proprietress of the inn. You can add drugs to the food and secretly stun unsuspecting players to avoid alerting them.

You are such a big baby!

"Of course, a bigger favor." Ian pushed the golden dragons on the table in front of Martha, and just when Martha reached out to grab them, he covered the golden dragons under his palm.

"You just said that as long as anyone enters this area, you can give me clues. I want to know how much exaggeration is in this sentence?"

"Exaggeration? You suspect I'm lying? Oh no, Sir, I'm definitely not lying!"

"How are you going to do that?"

"I know a man, 'Black Falcon' Morgan. He has a mercenary group under him. From Harrenhal to Quiet Isle, the mercenaries and gangsters on both sides of the northeastern shore of Divine Eye Lake have good relations with him. Do you want to track down someone who has entered this area and ask him to make sure he is accurate."

'Black Falcon' Morgan? Ian frowned; this was the second time!

First, there was the so-called ghost of White Wall City. According to Martha, this bandit group had set up its den near White Wall City. They robbed families and did all kinds of evil, so the local wealthy knights united to deal with them.

But the knights were worried about not having enough manpower, so they asked her to help recruit some passing foreign knights in the inn to help. Obviously, it was a bandit group with certain strength, but it never appeared in the original work.

Unexpectedly, here came another mercenary leader who had great influence on the north shore of Shenyan Lake and was not in the original work.

This was a very unusual phenomenon.

Because there was only a little over a year left before the War of the Five Kings broke out. It stood to reason that once the war broke out, it was impossible for such a large-scale bandit group and a powerful mercenary leader not to take the lead.

But none of them appeared in the original work!

"Tell me about this 'Black Falcon'."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

"I actually don't know much about him," Martha smiled awkwardly. "He came here seven years ago. In a drunken dispute, he killed the original leader of this area, a pair of twin brothers from the mercenary team, by himself against two. Then he became famous and became the new leader."

"That's it?"

"That's all, ser. How dare I hide it from you?"

"Then what's your relationship with him?"

"An ordinary cooperative relationship. He uses my inn as a base for the mercenary team. I provide them with drinks and food below cost, and they protect my inn from being robbed by bandits."

Your inn was ransacked after all, Ian complained.

During the War of the Five Kings, Lord Tywin personally came here with an army of 20,000 Lannister troops. He used this inn as his headquarters and hanged you as a token of your gratitude to Tyrion who was kidnapped by Catelyn and whom you stood by and watched.

Even if your black falcon is the King of Heaven, there is no way he can protect your inn in this formation.

Then Ian thought about it, is it because this guy didn't appear in the original book because he was hanged by Tywin directly? Or was he worried that he would suffer revenge from the Lannister family for standing by and watching Tyrion's kidnapping, so he fled early?

If this is the case, it makes sense that such a person does not appear in the original work. After all, with Tywin's personality, he would not go out of his way to mention the mercenaries who were easily hanged or scared away by him.

Wait, although this Black Falcon is not worth mentioning in front of Tywin, it is still a force that cannot be ignored for the local knights and White Wall City thieves. So why would Ser Wilder rather ask foreign knights for help than find this mercenary leader?

Is it because you can't pay?

Or is that the bandit group simply the work of Black Falcon? After all, mercenaries need to have bandits to find work. Otherwise, if there is no war, what will they eat?

If this is the case, both doubts can be explained in the same way.

First, after Black Falcon was hanged (or scared away) by Tywin, the Black Falcon mercenary group and the ghosts of White Wall City disappeared at the same time and did not appear in the original work.

Second, because most of the local mercenaries are related to the Black Falcon, Ser Wilder emphasized that he must ask "foreign knights" for help to prevent the news of the operation from being leaked.

But what role does Martha, the inn's proprietress, play in this? While she was cooperating with Black Falcon, she was also helping Ser Wilder recruit people, and neither side suspected her?

How can this be?!

"Ser Lucien?" Seeing Ian's delay in replying, Martha broke out in a cold sweat.

Hearing Martha's call, Ian broke away from his contemplation, and then he sneered, why do you care about so many of them? As long as Black Falcon's mercenaries and intelligence network can serve me, I'd better not get involved in their secrets.

"Where can I find this Black Falcon?" he asked.

"Boss Morgan is in our inn. He arrived this afternoon."

"So you just said you can give me an answer before noon tomorrow?" Ian said. "Can you convince him to do something for me?"

"This." Martha hesitated for a moment. "I'm afraid this will be difficult. He is very arrogant. We can ask him for help, but we need him..."

"Look at this first," Ian interrupted Martha, while slowly moving his right hand away from the golden dragons on the table. "Look at these golden dragons, look at them. I guess you have never seen so many golden dragons at once. How much is it?"

"Yes, never." Martha's eyes were instantly attracted to these shiny little things like a magnet.

Of course, she had never seen so many golden dragons at one time. Although the Crossroads Inn was located on an important traffic thoroughfare, in this era of underdeveloped transportation, she had few opportunities to entertain nobles here.

Usually, the people who stayed here were a group of poor clanking mercenaries and those traveling businessmen who were searching for money. The former spent money generously, but they didn't have much money at all, while the latter did have money, but they were reluctant to spend it.

As time went by, all the pretty girls went to King's Landing to look for opportunities to make a fortune. There were only a few ruined flowers left in the inn, and the income became even more difficult to describe.

What? You ask about normal business? How much money can you make from food and drinks in this day and age? This profit also had to pay the taxes of the local lords and support some mercenaries who ate and drank for free. It was good if you didn't lose money.