GOT : Battle Royale[ An ASOIAF Fanfiction]

The next morning, Ian awoke naturally, undisturbed.

Despite a nightmare last night, he felt incredibly energetic, his mind clearer than before, all thanks to eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.

After Ian finished his morning routine, as was his habit from his previous life, Rohr approached him and reported, "Master."

"No, no," Ian quickly interrupted him. "Don't call me master. Just like them, call me Ser Lucien. That's my identity for now."

"As you wish, Ser Lucien," Rohr shrugged. "Jenny Hyde, the landlady Martha's niece, 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."

"Okay."

Rohr took the order and left the room, returning two minutes later with Jenny.

Jenny Hyde was a young girl, not yet eighteen. While not a great beauty, her appearance was quite pretty, especially her eyes, which sparkled with intelligence.

She wore a beautiful navy blue linen dress, her long brown hair flowing over her shoulders, and a delicate calf visible beneath the hem.

This is probably her most expensive dress, Ian guessed.

"Your Excellency," Jenny quickly lowered her head and curtsied after seeing Ian, though he could still sense her stealing glances at him.

"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's still in the kitchen. You might not know, but she's the only cook in our inn. If she leaves the kitchen, the inn won't 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 Volantine Archon and the Emperor of Yi Ti. She asked me to seize the opportunity, even if it's only for one night, or even once, with your generous hand, it's 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'll be prosperous from now on, right?" Ian rolled his eyes.

"Oh, Ser." 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 inwardly.

"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 inn yesterday?"

"There were a total of fourteen people who arrived at our inn yesterday and ended up staying overnight. Eleven of them we had never seen before." Seeing Ian's serious face, Jenny didn't dare to think about anything else and quickly began to report the information she had gathered.

"So many?"

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

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

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

"Why?"

"Only three of them are left in the inn 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 couldn't possibly stop them myself, could I?"

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

"I didn't know what to say." Jenny's eyes darted away. She had come with the wrong intentions, so when she was rejected by Rohr, she was too frightened to speak.

"It's okay," Ian interrupted the two of them. 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's drinking in the lobby. I chatted with him for a few words, and he said he came here to try his luck, to see if he could 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 inn could beat him."

Player! This was Ian's first reaction.

Because a player's combat effectiveness has nothing to do with improving their body shape, just as age doesn't affect data, the creation of the final character image won't have any impact on their stats.

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's 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 master and servant... a middle-aged knight and an eleven or twelve-year-old page. They booked a luxurious single room and asked me for a bundle of straw mats, which should be for the child, the page. 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 Ser Wilder and the others, but he was ruthlessly rejected by him. 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 saw 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!"