GOT : Battle Royale[ An ASOIAF Fanfiction]

"But this is the heraldic sword of the Lannister family." Ian gently stroked the golden lion head at the end of the sword's hilt, which vividly displayed its domineering power. He twitched the corner of his mouth.

"A sword belonging to the brothers in black," Eton interrupted Ian, speaking seriously. "For the Night's Watch, the last name is meaningless."

"You mean this sword originally belonged to a certain Night's Watchman?" Ian clarified.

"Exactly."

"Then what is the relationship between this Night's Watchman and that Dovill?"

"You don't need to know this." The old blacksmith shook his head. "If you accept this task, I can pay you a commission of 3 golden dragons. And after you join the Night's Watch, Dovill will also give you some care. As I should have said before, he is a senior Ranger."

Damn it! 3 golden dragons for a commission? Are you that rich? Ian looked around subconsciously, the thought of ransacking the blacksmith shop flashing through his mind.

But the next second, he dismissed that crazy idea.

This was the central square of Harrenhal! Even a fallen noble house was still a formidable power. No matter how much the House Whent declined, he, a mere mercenary knight, couldn't just disrespect them in their own stronghold.

"Okay," Ian put the heraldic sword back into its scabbard, hung it on his waist, and said seriously, "Deal. I promise to deliver the sword, and I swear on my honor." I already told you I have no honor, he thought to himself.

After receiving Ian's reply, the old blacksmith smiled. He then personally gave Ian 6 golden dragons and 120 silver stags. Of this, 3 golden dragons were the commission for the sword delivery mission, and the rest was Ian's income from selling his equipment.

Ian put all the coins into his bag, walked out of the blacksmith shop, and retrieved his horse.

Thinking back on the mission he'd just accepted, Ian couldn't help but let out a sarcastic smile.

Even if he hadn't planned to go to Saltworks to suppress the merchants, he wouldn't have taken on such a weird mission!

Are you kidding me? he thought. A Harrenhal blacksmith, out of nowhere, produces a Lannister heraldic sword and offers it to a Night's Watchman? He also said that this sword once belonged to a Night's Watchman.

There were too many doubts here. These included the relationship between the sword's original owner and Dovill, their relationship with the Lannister family, and how the sword could have bypassed them, despite both the sword owner and Dovill being members of the Night's Watch, only to end up with a blacksmith in Harrenhal.

If Ian was sitting in front of a computer playing games now, as a veteran plot enthusiast, he might have spent hours digging out all the hidden secrets.

But for now, he knew his brain wasn't broken yet.

Secrets often came with danger, especially since this was a secret related to the Lannister family. He was worried that he might be buried along with a certain family secret without even realizing it.

Shaking his head, Ian returned his attention to the heraldic sword he had just acquired through a bit of cunning and was temporarily keeping.

This was a really big harvest!

Aside from anything else, this Lannister heraldic sword was obviously worth a lot of money. Judging from Ian's experience, its cost should be more than 10 golden dragons, and if sold, it would be worth at least twice that cost.

The only problem was how to sell the sword? Ian was lost in thought again.

There was no doubt that, apart from the excellent craftsmanship of this sword, its most valuable part was the lifelike, carved gold lion head, which could truly be called a work of art.

But this thing was the coat of arms of the Lannister family, the richest and most powerful family in Westeros. In this era, where coats of arms basically represented identity, a nobleman forging the coat of arms of other families was almost unheard of.

Naturally, no one would be crazy enough to buy a Lannister heraldic sword.

In other words, although this sword was valuable, it was extremely "hot".

"Perhaps that's why the old blacksmith dared to hand over the sword to me like this?" Ian couldn't help but think.

He had pondered why the old blacksmith had believed him so easily.

He had concluded at the time that the old blacksmith believed the story he made up about "going to join the Night's Watch."

After all, from the perspective of the old blacksmith, a normal mercenary knight wouldn't sell his armor, nor would he be so idle as to lie to a blacksmith. So, he was almost certain that Ian was telling the truth.

And for an "upright and filial good knight" who "swore an oath on his own honor," "voluntarily put on black clothes," and "left all his money to his parents before leaving," why should he feel uneasy about trusting him?

Now, it seemed the reason the old blacksmith dared to hand the sword to him was because he was sure Ian couldn't sell it.

"Is it possible that the lion's head can only be melted off? No, it would be fine if it were made of pure gold. But if it were gold-plated, wouldn't it be immediately useless if melted?" Ian rejected another idea.

"Eh? Wait, why the hell do I have to sell the sword?" Ian suddenly raised his forehead. "Isn't my most important goal now to change the characteristics of the start and pretend to be an identity that is absolutely impossible to be a player?"

Let me ask, what identity in this world is more unlikely to be a player than a knight of the Lannister family?

This gold-plated heraldic sword was obviously the work of a senior blacksmith in a castle. Even within the Lannister family, only those with a certain status were qualified to wear it.

This also meant that, at this moment, Ian had mastered the key props for playing a Lannister.

Next, he only needed to get himself a set of exquisite clothes and then change to a taller horse, and he could perfectly portray a Lannister knight.

Then he also plays the role of Hammer's caravan guard?

"No, no, no, there are still flaws in this," Ian then shook his head. "What I have to face is not the indigenous people, but the players who might rashly pretend to be a member of the Lannister family. If they're asked about their parents' names, it's a lot more trouble to lie."

Although the other party might not ask, what if they did? Refuse to answer with a grumpy look? Wouldn't this simply add to the doubts about himself?

So, was there any way to prevent this from happening?

Looking at the heraldic sword in his hand again, Ian smiled, and he had an idea.

This was a bastard sword.

The bastard sword is the most common type of sword in Western movies and television works. It combines the three characteristics of a knight's sword: the "cutting" of a two-handed sword and the "smoothness" of a broadsword. Therefore, it is also called a hybrid sword.

So why didn't he pretend to be a bastard himself?

After all, who would be more secretive about his own life than an illegitimate child?

Normally, as long as you introduce your surname as Snow or Rivers , no one will ask about your life experience.

Unless he wanted to use a sword to carry on the rest of the conversation with you, in the common language of Westeros (actually English), "bastard" and "illegitimate child" are the same word. Talking to a bastard about his life experience is the same as calling his mother a "bitch" to his face. Not much difference anymore.

This perfectly avoided the possibility of other players testing his specific identity.

Moreover, there was no illegitimate child in the player's birth choices. According to the inertial thinking that players should use their own background stories to disguise their identities, it was difficult for players to connect an illegitimate child with a player.

"Ian Hisham is the illegitimate son of a big shot in the Lannister family. Because it is related to my father's reputation, I cannot name him." Thinking of this, Ian turned and walked towards a nearby tailor shop.