NOVEL NEXT Chapter 51 Bronn
Ian slept for a full 14 hours. When he got up the next morning, his whole body was sore and his head was dizzy.
He had another nightmare last night, this time it was very long, but most of the content was forgotten within a few seconds after he opened his eyes.
He only remembered the last scene of the dream. He was standing in front of a mirror. In the mirror was a monster, trembling.
Shaking his head to get rid of these outrageous images, Ian closed his eyes and began to log into the system to check the daily settlement report updated at midnight yesterday.
[Settlement report on the third day: Current number of remaining players: 96]
"A total of 4 players were eliminated in the past three days, and three fell into my hands. You are really unlucky to meet me." Ian muttered in a low voice, and then looked through other contents in the system.
After confirming that neither the main mission nor the bounty mission had been updated, he officially got up and called Rolle in the outhouse and Keith, who had just returned, to have dinner together.
After confirming to Jenny that no one in the hall was using long-range weapons, Ian walked into the hall.
This time Ian's breakfast was much more normal than before, consisting of a bacon, two fried eggs and a pork pie.
As for the drinks, thankfully, Ian, who had already taken control of the inn, finally no longer had to endure the morning ale as rigidly as before. He asked Martha to make himself a cup of honey with boiled water.
As he was preparing to eat, Ian suddenly heard the sound of pre-meal prayers coming from the traveling caravan at the next table.
I heard from Jenny that this traveling caravan arrived at the inn last night. There were 14 of them in total, including a leader, three guards and ten civilians.
A large group of them started praying, which made Ian uncomfortable eating alone, so he also pretended to join the prayers.
“May our Heavenly Father judge us mercifully and forgive us for our human frailty.”
"May Our Lady have mercy on us and save us from disaster."
"May the warriors give us the strength and courage to defeat all enemies."
"May the girl spread her legs and relieve the fatigue of our journey." A discordant voice suddenly appeared, interrupting the sacred prayer.
Ian couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound.
The person who spoke was a mercenary who had just walked in. He was wearing a dirty armed uniform that looked like it had never been washed. He had black eyes and black hair, and a messy stubble. He looked a little lean.
The companion behind him was wearing a piece of chainmail with a hole, which he didn't know whether it was pulled from an opponent's corpse or a family heirloom passed down for generations.
The two people, who were tired of traveling, swaggered to find a big table to sit down as soon as they entered the door. One of them even stopped a waitress next to him and started to touch her.
"That's a good move." Rohr stared closely at the mercenary who just entered the door and whispered to Ian.
"How did you get it?"
"With experience and intuition, I can feel the aura on his body, which is as cunning as a fox and as fierce as a wolf." Rohr's expression showed a hint of vigilance. It seemed that in his eyes, the mercenary was even for him. , can also pose a threat.
"Have you ever been a coach before?" Ian suddenly remembered the 'advanced coach' data in Rohr's information card.
"During the war between the three sister city-states in the disputed land, I led new soldiers in Myr." Rohr admitted.
"You can train me when you have time." Ian said.
Theoretically speaking, Ian, who has advanced his sword skills to an advanced level, is already a good player, but judging from his previous actual combat performance, Ian really can't believe the page data.
"Then when are you free?"
"Any time." Ian stopped mid-sentence because he found that although he was free, this place was not suitable for training.
It is definitely impossible to train in such a small space in the room, and if you go to train outside in the yard, wouldn't it let everyone see that 'Sir Lucien Lannister' is a three-legged cat?
He is a serious leader here now, the kind of person who can force everyone to be full, so it is better not to expose his lack of strength easily.
Ian was thinking when he suddenly saw Martha, the proprietress who had finished her work in the kitchen, walking up to the mercenary and scolding him: "Bronn! You scoundrel! And you, Chigen, last time When will you pay for the drinks?”
Bronn? ! ! Is that guy Bronn? Only then did Ian realize that his appearance and temperament were indeed very consistent with the description of Bronn in the original book. However, because Bronn in the TV series had left such a deep impression on him, he did not describe this at first. The mercenary associated with him.
The next moment Ian had the idea to recruit him!
That guy is a rare talent, capable of guarding, fighting, coaching, assassination, and investigation. In the drama version, he even dared to drive the dragon-hunting crossbow and snipe at its middle door without being discovered by Drogon.
In short, as long as you can afford it, it is the best sword. It is not the kind that mercenaries brag about, but the best sword in the true sense.
Looking at the entire world of ice and fire, there seems to be no one who is stronger than him and has less complete functions than him, and there seems to be no one who has more complete functions than him.
But before getting up hastily, Ian once again observed the people in the inn.
If there are players inside, maybe the other party will have the same idea as him, so as long as someone comes to rescue Bronn and tries to hire him, he can immediately let someone take him down.
However, Ian looked around and found no suspicious characters.
So Ian first gave orders to Rohr and Case, and then got up to recruit Bronn. In this way, even if there were deep hidden players in the inn, when the opponent took action against him, Rohr and the others would be the first to attack him. Take it down in no time.
Just as Martha was cursing, Ian directly pressed a silver deer on the table in front of Bronn and smiled at Martha, "I paid for him."
"This is a scoundrel!" Martha reminded Ian in a low voice not knowing why Ian would be interested in this guy.
You can't find a more rogue guy, Ian echoed Martha in his mind.
"May the gods bless you, my good lord." Bronn ignored the proprietress Martha. He raised the wine glass with one hand and pulled the prostitute next to him onto his lap with the other hand.
"But you may have been cheated. One silver deer is the price of a virgin, just like this." He smiled at Ian with a touch of ridicule in his tone.
When Bronn said the last sentence, he winked at the eight or nine-year-old girl next to him who was pouring wine. The little girl was frightened and backed away, and then the whole tavern burst into laughter.
"But I'm happy to pay a higher price for the things I like," Ian casually took out a golden dragon. "For example, if you are willing to be my attendant, it will be yours."
The laughter that filled the entire tavern stopped abruptly.