GOT : Battle Royale[ An ASOIAF Fanfiction]

Ian turned around abruptly and saw an arrow, mostly embedded, beneath the fake businessman's left shoulder blade, dangerously close to his heart. The man collapsed to the ground, his face pale, scarlet blood quickly staining his blue brocade robe.

The fake businessman convulsed, but no one around him paid him any mind.

"Catch him!" Harui ordered. His servants and the salt workers scattered nearby swiftly pulled hidden iron swords from beneath the salt bags on the mule cart, then swarmed into the nearby woods.

Several freeriders then materialized seemingly from nowhere, giving chase in the direction from which someone in the forest had just fired arrows.

Harui's eyes flashed with excitement and bloodlust, completely disregarding Ian's presence.

But this moment was clearly not a good opportunity for Ian to ambush him. At this precise instant, several swordsmen, disguised as salt workers, were gathering around Harui, their eyes keen and alert.

These salt workers are all mercenaries in disguise! How dare he recruit mercenaries? So brave? An imperceptible flicker of surprise crossed Ian's face.

Then he realized his plan had been completely disrupted.

Ian wasn't afraid because the identity of these fake salt workers as mercenaries had been exposed; even if these men were mercenaries, his original plan could have succeeded.

As long as there were no mules and carts between him and the gate of the salt mine, it would only take a few seconds to rush out of the mine after he committed a murderous act, and outside the mine was the King's Road.

So what if a few mercenary cavalry were hidden outside?

What they were riding were just river horses. The white horse beneath Ian's saddle was the preferred descendant of the Dornish Sand Steed, famous for its endurance. Although it had run nearly sixty kilometers, it had essentially trotted at ten kilometers per hour from the start and rested for an hour and a half at noon.

Ian could clearly feel that its physical exertion was not serious. In this state, as long as he rushed out of the mine, the river horses wouldn't even think about catching up, even if they had wings.

Um, just give it wings. Dou Di's horse doesn't have wings. What does it matter if you give it wings? Right?

In short, those mercenary cavalry had no chance of catching up with him.

Unfortunately, now... Ian looked at Harui.

Another player had suddenly taken action, resulting in four more heavily guarded swordsmen now surrounding Harui. Ian had completely lost the chance to sneak attack him.

"What's going on?" Ian could only ask calmly, feigning confusion about the unfolding events.

"Oh, Ser, you wouldn't know." Harui's tone became cheerful as his prey appeared, and he seemed indifferent to Ian's attitude. Anyway, he had already caught his fish, so who would care about the salt from this salt mine?

No, no? Could anyone really be interested in the profit from just a few packets of salt?

"I have an enemy who has been chasing me for a long time," Harui explained. He still had no doubts about Ian's identity. "So I set a trap here. Don't worry, Ser, I will leave soon."

It didn't matter if his explanation was reasonable or not. Other people's personal grudges happening in the Riverlands were not his concern as an illegitimate son of the Lannister family, so Harui's explanation became casual.

As for the illegitimate child, believe it or not, you are eating shit! I just lied to you, why don't you come and beat me up!

"So you are the real owner of this caravan?" Despite all the drama, Ian still pretended to be surprised.

"Yes, Ser," Harui nodded with a smile, his attitude a mix of contempt and respect.

Not long after, a loud clamor erupted. It turned out that the mercenaries who went to capture the assassin had returned. A freerider had tied a man wearing an ordinary short shirt, his face bloodstained, with a horse rope, and was galloping wildly towards them.

That man was clearly a Brotherhood hunter. It was unclear whether he had come to the salt mine deliberately to hunt businessmen, or if he had simply seen Harui while passing by and acted rashly.

Ian preferred the latter. This guy could shoot an arrow through the impostor's heart from 120 yards away, which suggested he must have been a master archer in his previous life.

But he actually dared to take action without fully understanding the situation first, thus falling directly into Harui's trap, which indicated his judgment wasn't particularly sharp.

The Brotherhood Hunter ran wildly, struggling to keep pace with the rider who was dragging him with a rope. But as the horse's speed increased, he finally stumbled to the ground and was dragged along, his body scraping against the gravel, flesh and blood blurring, leaving a clear bloodstain on the ground.

Seeing the victorious Freerider getting closer and closer, and the wine stains on his beard gradually becoming clearer, Ian's mood grew heavier and heavier.

He glanced at Harui again. The four swordsmen were still on guard. They were all unarmored like himself. Ian was not sure he could attack Harui under their protection and escape unscathed.

As more than a dozen other mercenaries returned one after another, Ian knew that he had completely missed the opportunity to attack Harui.

How about forgetting it? He didn't discover my identity. I only need to do nothing to leave alive. Ian retreated in his heart. Even if the first-blood mission is gone, with my disguise, I still have a chance to do other things when I get to Saltpan Town. As long as a businessman can get 4 points, he will have a stable foothold in this world. You can't be too greedy.

But as soon as he raised his head, his eyes fell on the Brotherhood hunter who had his hands tied and was being led in front of Harui by two people.

Harui raised the dagger, but stopped just before stabbing into the Brotherhood hunter's neck. His hand trembled slightly, obviously hesitating.

"Do you need me to do this for you, ser?" a mercenary asked.

"No, no need." Harui quickly shook his head. Can you do it for me? Joke! If you do this for me, I will lose two points!

But Harui held up the dagger, yet still couldn't stab it.

Do you also hesitate? Ian smiled bitterly in his heart. It turns out that you are also a player from a legal society, so you inevitably have a natural fear of killing people.

As Ian was thinking, his eyes fell on the Brotherhood hunter again.

He was so close to me. At this moment, Ian had a bold idea in his heart that surprised even himself.

Less than two meters, including the length of my arm and the length of the sword, it is just the distance that I can thrust with my sword. Now their attention is not on me. I can snatch this head as long as I draw my sword. I just need a reason!

Ian's eyes narrowed to a slit, and only the captured player remained in his field of vision.