Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

"To prevent Sir Simon from going to King's Landing to testify about this matter, I think you and my master have the same purpose on this issue, right? Once Simon and Wilder report all the evidence to the Iron Throne, the Grafson family will also There is no escape from this.”

"What does this have to do with the Grafson family? I wasn't caught." Sir Darren said harshly.

"Don't forget that several of your knights were trapped in the encirclement just now." Rohr reminded.

"As long as they don't catch me, we can kill this matter and it has nothing to do with the Grafson family.

As for the knights under my command, Sir Aris has been a squire in Seagull Town for many years. Why can't those people be invited to help by his personal connections? "After Darren finished speaking, he looked at Rohr, as if hoping to gain the other party's approval.

"I don't know, Sir," Rohr's answer disappointed Darren, "I'm just a guard, I don't know anything about this. Anyway, my master said that if you don't cooperate with him, the Grafson family will also be finished. "

Darren was silent, and after a moment, he asked hoarsely: "What do you need me to do?"

"I don't know, Sir, I'm just a guard." Rohr saw that Darren was successfully frightened by his words, and he breathed a sigh of relief, because this way he didn't have to force him to stay. "My master will find him soon." Come, you can talk to him then."

"It's all over." Ian cut the rope tied to Sir Simon who had just been escorted out of the cellar. "Thanks to you, we annihilated the ghost that has plagued this land for several months."

"Sir Lucien," Simon said with a smile, "I have done everything you asked me to do. Can you fulfill your promise and let me go?"

"Didn't I already do that?" Ian pointed to the cut ropes on the ground.

"Huh? You mean, I'm free?" Simon was overjoyed.

"That was supposed to be the case, but unfortunately we just came out with some bad news during the interrogation."

"No!" Seeing that Ian was planning to go back on his words, Simon screamed, "You can't do this! I have been cooperating with you fully from the beginning! No matter what bad news you get, it has nothing to do with me, right? I I've been locked up there by you all this time!"

"It has nothing to do with you?" Ian sneered, "You are very good at pretending. When I asked you what the purpose of forming the bandit group was, what did you answer?"

"Aris said that he wanted to plunder a sum of money to form a mercenary group to go to Essos. I thought that if Aris left Westeros, what might happen to our legitimate brother in the future? I could inherit Darui City, so I chose to help him." Simon replied.

"You still want to hide it now?"

"Conceal it? No, Sir Lucien, everything I said is true!" Simon defended quickly.

"Do you think I am a fool? Daeron Grafson himself has admitted that you are looting here to raise an army to go to Pentos and defect to Viserys."

"Viserys? Who is that?" Simon was a little confused.

What the hell. "The remnants of House Targaryen."

"Oh, you mean the Beggar King?" Simon showed a dumbfounded expression. "Are you kidding me? What can the Beggar King have that is worthy of Aris and Ser Daeron to join him?"

"So you're going to play dumb to the end?"

"No," Simon looked at Ian's gloomy face and felt something in his heart, "I just don't understand."

"Viserys will marry his sister to the most powerful Dothraki horselord, who will provide him with an army to return to Westeros."

"Seven Hells! Damn it!" Simon then realized that the other party was not joking, and he immediately cursed, "Sir Lucion, I want to see Aris! Let me see him!"

"What do you mean? Is it possible that you just found out about this?"

"Seven Gods, I don't know their plan at all! I don't know at all! I was tricked by Aris! I am also a victim!"

"As the most important member of the plan, you don't know their plan? I hope His Majesty can listen to your explanation."

Sir Simon immediately knelt down on the ground and hugged Ian's legs: "Believe me, Sir Lucien, believe me, I really didn't know! It was that bastard Aris who lied to me!"

Looking at the veins popping up on Sir Simon's forehead and his scarlet eyes, Ian pretended to be moved by him: "Okay, I can feel that what you said is the truth, but I just believe you. what's the function?

Your brother's treasonous behavior will definitely be reported to the Iron Throne, and you have been an undercover agent in Sir Wilder's alliance for so long. It will not be easy to extricate you from this crime, unless"

"Can you save me?" Simon keenly caught the turning point in Ian's words.

"If we change the story of you being forced to cooperate with us after being captured by us in Sir Willy Ward's castle, to the story that you accidentally discovered your father and brother's treason plan and took the initiative to seek help from Sir Willy Ward. If you stop those rebellious parties, won't you become a loyal royalist?"

Simon's eyes instantly burst with hope, but the next moment he said uncertainly: "But even if you are willing to save me, Sir Wilder and the others also know the truth. Will they be willing to help me hide it?"

"Ser Daeron Grafson proposed a deal to us before. He was willing to pay a ransom of 1,000 gold dragons in exchange for his freedom, and asked us not to mention the Grafson family when reporting the matter to the Iron Throne."

"How can he have 1,000 gold dragons?"

"He promised to sell his boat."

"Did you promise him?"

“Not yet, because more than the Golden Dragon, Sir Wilder and the others want to take credit for defeating the rebellion and warning the Iron Throne in advance of possible future invasions.

Your brother won't tell you anything, so we must escort Ser Daeron to King's Landing to attract the attention of the Iron Throne. "

"So?" Simon still couldn't understand Ian's guidance.

"But if you, as the illegitimate son of Sir Raymond, are willing to go to King's Landing in person to accuse your father and brother of their crimes, Sir Wilder and I can not only obtain the ransom from Sir Daeron, but also gain the merit of thwarting the rebellion." Ian took the photo. Tap Simon on the shoulder.

"You want me to betray the family?" Simon trembled for a moment.

"They don't regard you as one of their own anyway, do they? And think about it, if your father and brother were executed for treason or sent to the Great Wall, who else would be more suitable to be the new master of Darui City than the loyal you? Woolen cloth?"