GOT : Battle Royale[ An ASOIAF Fanfiction]

"I don't mean to offend, but most hedge knights do have a bad reputation." Eton shook his head. He consistently used the term "hedge knight" instead of the more contemptuous title, "robber knight." "You are still so young. I believe there are still opportunities."

"No," Ian interrupted, a little confused as to why the old blacksmith was ignoring a good business opportunity to offer him life advice. He had no desire to get entangled in a lengthy discussion.

"I have decided that I will go to the Great Wall to join the Night's Watch. That is the only place where I can truly gain honor. Becoming a brother in black is my destined destination."

"Destined destination," the old blacksmith murmured, lost in thought. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He did not try to dissuade Ian further, but simply said, "Good boy, may the Seven Gods bless you."

"The Seven bless us all," Ian responded.

Old Eton then turned the conversation back to business. "This armor can be sold for 450 silver stags."

"And this sword, this sword can be sold for 180 silver stags, but..." The old blacksmith picked up Ian's sword again, checking its wear and tear. "In fact, I don't recommend that you sell the sword as well. Although the Night's Watch will provide all the equipment, it's still not as useful as your own weapons, what do you think?"

I think you are really too lenient! Ian mused internally.

"I think you misunderstood," Ian quickly fabricated a new reason. "I'm not selling the equipment because the Night's Watch would provide it, and I'm not trying to take advantage of them. The main reason is that once I join the Night's Watch, I won't be able to stay and be filial to my parents. I want to leave them as much money as possible so that I can depart with peace of mind."

"Your parents are not nobles?"

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

"I don't mean to offend," the old blacksmith shook his head. "Since this is the money you plan to leave to your parents to fulfill your filial piety, then I won't take it from you. I can give you 550 silver stags for the armor, and I can offer 200 silver stags for the sword."

"Thank you, old sir." Ian was inevitably a little happy; he hadn't expected to gain an extra half a golden dragon just by concocting an excuse.

"And," the old blacksmith paused, as if hesitating for a moment, but he soon made up his mind, "Since you are short of money, I have a job here that I can give you."

Ian was a little surprised by the old blacksmith's words. He didn't know that a blacksmith from Harrenhal would ask a strange mercenary knight for help.

Of course, no matter what the task was, he had no interest in it.

But because he had just gained over a hundred silver stags from the man's generosity, it would be too blunt to refuse him outright. So, he reminded him tactfully: "I am no longer a hedge knight."

"Of course, I know, of course," the old blacksmith nodded quickly. Ian's refusal seemed to make him believe the story about joining the Night's Watch even more. "I'm not hiring you to fight for me, but since you are going to the Great Wall to join the Night's Watch, why not do me a favor and send me something?"

What? You want to give me something? Ian's eyes lit up immediately.

He was currently busy heading to Saltworks to deal with the players there, and he certainly wasn't interested in various side quests.

But being given something was different. Once it went into his pocket, it became his.

"Can you tell me in detail?" Ian replied with interest.

"After you go to the Great Wall, I hope you can go to the Shadow Tower to find a ranger named Dovill, and then help me give him a heraldic sword."

So you are going to give me a heraldic sword. You are such a good person. Ian nodded quickly.

"So you agreed?"

"Of course, since it's a drop-in, I have no problem."

The old blacksmith nodded, turned around, and went behind a door.

"Ding! Optional mission update." Annie's voice rang in his mind, and Ian quickly closed his eyes and logged into the system interface.

[Discover the trigger mission: Shadow Lion

Mission description: The old blacksmith has a heraldic sword, and he wants you to bring it to Ranger Dovill in the Shadow Tower.

Mission reward: unknown

Additional reward: unknown]

[Accept (consumes 1 point)] [Reject]

Seeing this task, Ian almost subconsciously wanted to click accept.

A player's initial points could only buy 300 silver stags if they purchased a purse in the points mall. The minimum value of a heraldic sword, however, was more than 3 golden dragons. At the start of the game, being able to exchange 1 point for a heraldic sword was an obviously good deal.

But just as he was about to click on it, he suddenly had a bold idea.

What would happen if he clicked reject during the task?

After all, according to the organizer, this was a real world, so this old blacksmith was a real living person. Whether he assigned the task to himself should not be affected by the system at all!

If the old blacksmith suddenly turned against him because he refused the task in the system, then the old blacksmith would not be a living person, but an NPC with AI!

Thinking of this, Ian moved his eyes away from the [Accept] option, and then clicked [Reject] next to it.

After a while, the old blacksmith came out holding a heraldic sword.

"This sword is made of fine steel, and the craftsmanship is perfect," Eton introduced as he handed the sword to Ian. "It's just the sword of a friend of mine when I was young, let alone him." The old blacksmith shook his head, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Sure enough, he didn't fall out! Ian was delighted. Although he hadn't found a game-breaking bug this time, he had saved one point anyway.

When Ian took the sword from the old blacksmith's hand, his first impression was its weight. It was the same length as his own sword but noticeably heavier.

He took the sword out from its leather scabbard. The color of the blade was slightly darker. There were also many small chippings on the blade, but they were much smaller than those on his half-hand sword. He used his fingers to gently touch the blade lightly, clearly feeling its sharpness.

"Remember, give this sword to Ranger Doville from the Shadow Tower," the old blacksmith warned. "He has blond hair like you and is about 35 years old." The old blacksmith paused and smiled sarcastically. He groaned, "Considering that he has been on the Great Wall for more than ten years, he may look more mature."

"In short, you must give this sword to him personally. If he happens to be on a mission when you go to the Shadow Tower, then take the sword back and wait for the next opportunity. Don't give the sword to others casually. Not just any night watchman." The old blacksmith emphasized.

"Can I know why?" Ian felt a sense of vigilance in his heart. "Is there anything you want me to say that you can't let others hear?"

The old blacksmith obviously did not expect that Ian would ask these words. He glanced at Ian in surprise, and then shook his head: "No, no need, he will naturally know everything when he sees this sword."