Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

Before the drunkard finished speaking, Bronn's laughter rang out in the hall.

Bronn wanted to laugh a long time ago, but 'Sir Lucien' had reminded them not to make too eye-catching actions, so he remained silent. But now that 'Sir Lucien' himself has spoken, then Bronn himself had no reason to hold it back.

"I love her!" The drunkard shouted almost like a roar, and then looked at Bronn fiercely, "Are you laughing?"

"No, I didn't." Bronn dipped the bread into the soup, as if the drunkard's menacing look didn't exist.

"You're laughing!" the drunkard roared, slamming his fists on the table, "No one can laugh at Burris of Shayala's Dance, no one!"

Bronn suddenly felt someone tugging at the corner of his clothes. He turned his head and looked back and found Ian whispering in his ear: "Provoke him, but don't kill him."

"Really? Well, I'm laughing," Bronn then laughed even more wildly, "And, I can laugh when I want to, the old and new gods, the Red God, or other damn gods combined , don’t even think of depriving me of the right to laugh.”

Burris stood up and glared at Bronn fiercely, and Bronn calmly put his right hand on the dagger behind him. As long as the opponent made another move, he would slit his throat.

Perhaps because he sensed the murderous intent in Bronn's eyes, or perhaps because none of the people sitting at Ian's table looked like Yi Yu, Burris suppressed the impulse in his heart in a rare move.

He no longer moved forward to approach Bronn, but stood still, trying to regain face for himself: "So you are not curious how I survived under so many golden robes, and can I still sit here openly today? ?”

"Is it a proud achievement for you to kill three golden robes that any male prostitute can beat with a stick?" Ian took up the topic again and asked provocatively.

Ian didn't intend to give this guy a chance. He wanted to attack him so that he could subdue him later.

Looking at the embarrassed expression on Burris's face, Ian continued to add, "But from the look of you, it seems that you didn't knock over the three golden robes, but ran away like a dog?"

Burris didn't think anything of it at first, but when he heard Ian's words, he instantly felt humiliated. He even felt ridicule in the eyes of his subordinates looking at him.

Under the influence of alcohol, Burris' anger surged into his heart, and he reached out to draw his sword. Unexpectedly, Bronn jumped up at that moment. He pushed him to the table with his left hand, and the dagger in his right hand pressed against him. neck.

Then, the swords of people at the two tables were unsheathed, causing other guests in the tavern to retreat. The worst was the mercenary who was sprinting on the chair. The murderous intention that suddenly spread in the tavern made him freeze there, not daring to move. move.

The sound of the waves and the sadness echoed in the Blackwater Bay like a requiem at night.

The original noise in the tavern disappeared, leaving only the sound of the sea breeze beating on the windows.

Bronn exerted a little force, and the chill from the blade instantly sobered up Burris. He quickly let go of the hand holding the scabbard on his waist, and then motioned to the younger brothers around him to put down their swords.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Sir, misunderstanding!" Burris immediately gave up and begged Ian. It was obvious that he saw that Bronn was not the person in charge, "Please let me go."

"According to my normal temper, I should have asked him to slit your throat because you just charged at me," Ian narrowed his eyes and said, "But you just seemed to have mentioned that you are a person on the Shayala Dance. ?”

Shayala's Dance is the ship of the pirate leader Salladhor Saan. The moment Ian heard this information, he suddenly had an inspiration.

He wanted to make up a story, a story that could not only explain to his mercenaries the ins and outs of his future treasure hunt in King's Landing, but also try to take advantage of the group of sailors in front of him.

"Ah? Yes, yes!" Burris seemed to see a glimmer of hope and said quickly, "I am the second officer on the Shayala Dance, and my captain is Corian Sussman. Sir, I"

"So you are Uncle Salado's man?"

"Yes, my master, Salladhor Saan," Burris breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Ian call Salladhor, "The Great Prince of the Narrow Sea."

"You are such a lucky man." Ian sighed and smiled, then waved his hand, signaling Bronn to let go of Burris.

"Your master saved your life," Ian raised the red wine glass in his hand and said to the shocked Burris: "Let us drink to the health of the Prince of the Narrow Sea."

After several of Ian's men and the sailors on the opposite side looked at each other, they all started to raise their glasses in response, and then the tense atmosphere just disappeared, at least on the surface.

This made the tavern owner who was hiding on the second floor and secretly observing through the gap let out a long sigh of relief.

He quickly ordered the maid who was also hiding here to observe secretly to bring the remaining food and wine to the gentlemen at the table, and then hid there and continued to observe.

Seeing Ian's attitude, Burris took two big breaths as if he had been reborn, and then walked to Ian's side flatteringly: "Sir, are you familiar with our master?"

"You're confused because I don't look like someone who would be friends with pirates." Ian put the heraldic sword on the table, and he was about to start adding a new story to the vest 'Sir Lucien'. "Is it right?"

"Don't dare."

"." Ian was speechless. This pirate's IQ is obviously not high. Doesn't he just admit it? But he didn't reveal anything and started telling the story of his new identity.

"We really don't seem like people who will become friends," Ian nodded. "The first time we met was on the Summer Sea. Three of Uncle Salado's ships surrounded my father's ship. We had to Surrender and become his prisoner.”

Burris's smile froze on his face. What kind of blood feud is this?

"Relax, if we didn't shake hands and make peace in the end and become friends, you would have died just now." Ian patted Burris on the shoulder and comforted.

Burris suddenly forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. The fight he had just fought for a moment made him very clear about Bronn's strength. He knew that the young master's words were not bragging. If the other party just had murderous intentions, I'm afraid the people at his table are not enough in his eyes.

"Because we identified ourselves and agreed to pay the ransom, Salado did not harm us but provided us with comfortable living conditions," Ian continued, knowing that Burris was not suspicious of his story. , "Of course, the money for these things has to be calculated separately, it's a pirate's rule."

The sailors immediately smiled knowingly when they heard this.