GOT : Battle Royale[ An ASOIAF Fanfiction]

Ian couldn't quite figure it out. While he couldn't speak for other starting professions, if a mercenary knight, fully armored and mounted on a tamed horse, encountered such a caravan at full strength, he would undoubtedly be able to deal with them.

It was just that since Ian was currently unarmored, he dared not take such risks.

While Ian was deep in thought, the player also exchanged opinions with his servant, and the lean fake businessman approached Ian. Ian pretended not to notice their subtle movements and remained silent.

"I am Damon, a traveling merchant from Brightwater in the Reach."

"I don't care who you are," Ian interrupted. "I only care about this batch of salt."

"May I ask who you are, ser?"

"Ser Ian Hisham," Ian smiled. He didn't pretend to be an orthodox Lannister in front of the players as he had with the groom. After all, it was far more troublesome to maintain such a lie than to simply claim to be an illegitimate child.

At this moment, the advantage of pretending to be an illegitimate child was very obvious: as long as the other party didn't wish to offend him to death, they wouldn't press further.

"Perhaps you haven't heard of me, but this batch of goods is wanted by Ser Kevan (brother of Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock). I suggest you don't entertain any ideas," Ian warned, pulling out his "lion skin."

"Uh." The lean businessman was clearly startled again. This undoubtedly went beyond what his leader had just instructed him to say, so he looked at the fat servant once more.

The fat man felt a little frantic, so he quickly stepped forward and explained: "Ser, my name is Harui. My cousin isn't very bright. I usually make all the decisions for the caravan."

A very reasonable explanation, Ian sneered inwardly. If I were truly the illegitimate son of some nobleman, I would have been deceived by you.

"I'm not a lord, I'm just a knight," Ian sternly rejected the merchant's compliment. "Anyway, it's you I'm speaking to. Give me this batch of goods. What compensation do you want? I can authorize three times the price. Even if you sent the goods south and dispersed them in batches, the profit wouldn't exceed this."

"Unless you want to evade taxes. By the way, you probably don't want to evade taxes, do you?" Ian was talking nonsense, silently wondering if he could escape safely if he drew his sword and killed the businessman now.

The conclusion was no. Judging by the unhurried speed of the salt miners, Ian couldn't quite say the foreman hadn't been bribed by the other party.

He would have a certain chance of simply killing the merchants amidst a few trash servants and escaping, but if these miners were bribed, it would be difficult for him to leave.

After all, miners in this era have always been a semi-mafia gang. If you don't have any skills, you can't control such a high-profit scene. For miners, cracking your head open is no more difficult than cracking a stone in a well.

Moreover, the businessman's convoy was positioned directly in front of the mine gate. If he wanted to leave the mine, he would have to circle the convoy, just as he did when he entered. This undoubtedly increased the risk of being brought down by the salt workers.

Opposite Ian, Harui's thoughts were also racing. He wasn't here to profit from this small amount of salt. He was here for the huge sum of 3,000 gold dragons and S-level NPCs. Who knew he would encounter such a fool—worse than an illegitimate child—halfway through his plan?

If he gave up the opportunity to hunt here and went to Saltpan Town to arrange the setup again, time would be too short. There were now a hundred players thinking about how to get blood, and time was everything.

"Of course it's impossible. We are legitimate businessmen. My family has been good folk for three generations, and we would never do anything illegal," Harui bowed his head respectfully.

"Oh? So, four generations back, someone committed a crime? Otherwise, you should say that all generations have been good citizens."

"No, no, no," Harui quickly waved his hand. "I don't know my great-grandfather at all. We are honest people, and we will never talk nonsense about things we are not sure of."

Damn it! You're an honest person, and Tazhai is a model village! "I don't have time for your jokes. Just answer, is my proposal a deal?"

"No, no, no, of course it's not necessary," Harui shook his head again. "We just need the salt mine to return the principal we've paid. Please give my regards to Ser Kevan."

"Enough!" Ian couldn't help but sneer, his voice adopting a Lannister's arrogant tone. "Who do you think you are? When did Ser Kevan need a pariah to say hello?" Harui's face froze. He had just said this out of habit, completely forgetting that as a businessman, he was not qualified to climb up to the Lannister family. Only after being scolded by Ian did he react, forcing out an awkward smile.

He didn't dare to feel any anger, because he knew that it was natural for nobles in this era to have this attitude towards common folk, even if the guy was just an illegitimate child.

Ian looked at Harui and finally overcame the nervousness in his heart. I've ruined your fishing plan. Use whatever means you have.

Soon, Ian keenly noticed that Harui winked at the foreman of the salt well. His guess was indeed correct! The other party had already bribed the foreman! Fortunately, I didn't act rashly just now.

"Then Ser Ian, please go to the town to rest first. We will start counting the inventory now. You can take all the goods away early tomorrow morning," the foreman walked to Ian and said respectfully.

It turned out that he wanted to distract me so that he could continue to squat here. Ian's eyes flickered. He said, "Take me to see the goods first. Our family's transportation team will be here soon. Then my people will help. We will try to finish loading the truck before tonight."

"By the way, Harui, move your convoy first, don't block our position when the time comes." Ian looked at Harui and clearly stated his true purpose.

Harui's convoy just blocked the gate of the salt field. As long as he moved these carts away, he could rush out immediately after killing him.

"Okay, Ser, I am happy to serve you." Harui bowed.

Hearing the news that a transport team from the Lannister family was coming, he gave up his plan to have any contact with the bastard. Anyway, the Lannister group would leave after pulling the salt today. At worst, he would fill the bag with sand tomorrow. Fishing continues here.

So Harui began to order his servants to move the cart.

Seeing this, all the nerves in Ian's body tensed up, ready for a thunderous strike.

Now no one here doubted him. He only needed to take advantage of the gap after killing Harui when no one could react. With the strength of his horse's feet, no one here could catch up with him.

However, just as he watched Harui's carts about to leave the spot, the sound of arrows cutting through the air and a low scream suddenly sounded.