LONE LORD MACHINATION IN GAME OF THRONES

[ Chapter III (3): "THE ART OF FLINTLOCK PISTOL AND THE ART OF BAKING BREAD" ]

[ THUD ]

Tobho the feared slaver renowned for his cruelty in Essos, known for his greed throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Known for his extreme actions that some Lord easily overlooked due to the money involved.

Yes, that same Tobho which seems to be one of the most invincible amongst the forty million Common Folk of Westeros, due to power, due to naval might, due to wealth he has. But now, he doesn't look much dazzling thanks to a sizeable hole in the middle of his forehead.

A piece of metal from the flintlock the Lloyd owns, entered the back of the said man's head as it then exited through the front. The metal which was made through trials and testing by the young Lord, isn't as effective as a real bullet. But thanks to having gunpower in hand— it was almost as deadly as one, as it easily kills a person.

For the first time at that, as Lloyd had never killed a person before through using a gun. Or in general, except for when he killed someone by pinning them in the ground, a suicide bomber in his past life, which in turn actually killed him as well. Leading to him being birthed, and now he's here.

[ "Does anyone else want to die?" ]

[ "I hope, not. So please surrender quietly and so I assure you, that I wouldn't kill you just like I did your employer." ]

Silence. All hired hands that does the dirty work for the said boss, all of them stopped breathing property, or breath at all. As they all without exception glanced down at the unmoving body of Tobho.

Someone who they thought was truly invincible due to years of serving under him— even Alexander, the baker, ser, or whatever occupation he has, looks in disbelief. Not believing that the devil incarnate itself died that easily.

What is even more unbelievable is that, this was all done by a random unknown dark haired boy that appeared out of nowhere, stubborn in his ways, now wielding a scrap of some sorts jumbled together that causes loud noise before then killing.

Swallowing the saliva that have gathered in his throat, he glanced at the metal that strucked the wooden walls of his bakery. And he noticed the fact that it made a heavy dent, covered in blood and something. So in fear, he silently did what he was told— and surrender even if he isn't part of them.

[ "Oh, no-no, wait. Not you, you are the good guy, right?" ]

[ "Y-yes, I-I believe so." ]

[ "Great. Then grab for me a dagger, that one the person besides you is holding would be good enough." ]

He glanced at the shaking man besides him, a fat man with slightly less so fat compared to the one bleeding on the ground. This one shaking as he has both hands up, looking at Alexander, telling with his eyes to do what the kid wants. So he did.

[ "I-I did it, now what?" ]

[ "Easy, you stab the face of that Tobho guy with all your might, as many as you want it to be." ]

Perhaps his hearing has been destroyed due to the loud bang they had heard earlier, or perhaps the boy doesn't understand what he is talking about.

Proven by the shocked gaze of the skilled murderers and traffickers around the room, and him who knows plenty about killing, beheading and such. So he then asked, to confirm his suspicion of course.

[ "Excuse me, did I hear you correctly?" ]

[ "Yes." ]

The smile on the baker's face disappears, so does the others that they tried to put to ease the scene. The only smile that remains is one that has two dimples on each side, and that'll be on the face of the said unnamed mysterious boy that has everyone's fate on his hands.

Which is in fact, not true. As his first shot was his last shot. So Lloyd watches in silence, sweat dripping the back of his head hidden by the hood that he is using. As the said baker he wants to learn from, then stabs the ball of flesh on the floor.

[ 'We need to hide the bullet wound, the world doesn't have to know about guns yet. It isn't prepared.' ]

Clicking his tongue, he noticed that the stab wounds did in fact disfigured the face. The iris was destroyed very easily, and the nose of the said man was gushing with blood. To the point that the hands of the one who's stabbing is covered by it.

Perhaps not satisfied, especially with the stabs not being that deep and is instead superficial to some degree. May that be due to how chubby the man is, not a picky eater when he was alive— surely.

So he glanced at the other men, all towering, easily twice his height. He smiled at them more, before then commanding to quicken the procedure. [ "I believe this will be done faster if you men, yes you all, would then grab your weapon of choice and maim your old boss' face." ]

[ "Don't worry, I pay well." ] Seeing their hesitant expression, but willing body language. Lloyd who's rich, didn't bother in hiding his wealth; so he dangles the gold dragons and silver stags by his waist, causing ringing to resond.

Perhaps tempted by greed, not wanting to die, or just wanting to stab their old boss' face. The men, all of them did what they was told and stabbed their old employer to the point of unrecognizable. Even going down so far as to gut him like a pig in the body, which wasn't included to the request.

Including the occasional grunt of hatred, and screams of anguish, one even crying. Then it has to be vendetta, or pure hatred to the man. So Lloyd, the young Master of House Boggs didn't have to worry about it that much. As he instead watches the scenery unfold; not at all worried by the gruesomeness of it.

So very unlike the reaction of an normal 8 name days child, or even amongst the adult. As most of them wouldn't have been able to stomach the sight alone, or the smell, which is not coming from the body, but feels like it. But Lloyd who's 26 years old already, he isn't worried, or bothered the slightest.

[ "..." ]

[ "Huh... that's cool." ]

Instead paying more attention to the blood that hits the side of his boots. The daggers was being driven so intense, that the blood paints everything both near and far, some even reaching Lloyd who's sitting on the wooden chair, a voyeur to the scene, while also being the main reason for the murder.

[ "Men, I don't really think you guys need to go this fa-... No, wait. Wow, you men really did great work." ]

He complimented the work, as he claps for them. The men which was panting from extensive stabbing, to the point that their arms are aching couldn't believe what they are done. The act of murder is... okay, they all had their fair share of it from one point to another, innocent or otherwise.

But being ordered by an child, unknown one which is possibly a magician in disguise is something else. So they stopped for a second and glanced at one another. Not believing what they had just done.

[ "Okay that'll be enough, you all could go." ]

[ "Beautiful work by the way, you all did a splendid work. But please, do me a favor before you go and bring the body, bury it somewhere very far from town; wouldn't want Frontera, this jewel of a town getting rotten by this... thing." ]

He threw the pouch in his hands to the floorboards, as it then rang silencing the confusion going around their heads. Even Alexander who had been tempted once too many times, got tempted once more as he debated to reach the coins or not.

But thankfully he didn't seem to need, to reach out. As someone else besides him reached out, his hands covered in blood as well. Before then bowing in thank you, not daring to speak up in fear. Instead, he glanced at the men around, as they all had the same idea; do what the child said.

Even Alexander who was running minutes ago from them, the men that was carrying pitchforks and was threatening murder. He was ready to follow and hide as far away as possible from the weird kid, so he rose up the quickest; about to drag the body.

[ "Except for, you. Mr. Baker. Yes you, did you actually forget what I said?" ]

[ "You'll be teaching me how to bake bread from now on, so please stay behind." ]

[ "The rest of you are free to go, do so with haste. My hand is getting tired, might accidentally kill another." ]

In hearing that, all men except for the baker stood up and dragged the body out of the door. With great difficulty at that, which Lloyd inwardly laughed at. But on the outside he kept apperance, as he watches the process continue.

He only stopped pointing his harmless gun when he spotted their figure dashing out the building. So he looked out the door, and could of course see them all running as fast as they could in the outer part of the town. Luckily, or unluckily in retrospect, little to no guards is stationed on the outskirts.

[ "Let's learn how to bake bread!" ]

[ "Oh no, wait. You're hands are still covered in blood. That's... That's bad for the bread." ]

...

[ "D-do I start the procedure my Lord?" ]

After hearing the name of the young boy besides him, Alexander who had never known fear... Except for the time when he was disgraced and exiled from the sworn Lord that he was protecting, wandering the Westeros without a name, or coins.

Before then finally settling down in the town of Frontera which was relatively small compared to the others. But is growing in quality as the days pass. He didn't regret the decision one bit, even when chased by the men that wanted to kill him.

But having witnessed the destruction that the child is capable of with a mere flicker of the finger, he trembled. Not only because he was a noble, but also because he was cruel beyond measures. [ "Please start." ]

Thankfully he only wants to learn basic baking, so he indulges the young Lord's curiosity, of course knowing, having heard, and having witnessed the said Lord roaming the town from time-to-time, before then getting dragged back into the castle; screaming as he does.

[ "Alright. F-first my Lord, you need to prepare the materials... Rye would do good, but wheat is better..." ]

[ "Mix the flour, water, and salt... T-then after we'll need to knead the dough..." ]

[ "Let it rise, and shape it... Bake the bread for 20-30 minutes my Lord, it depends on instinct of the baker." ]

On instinct? Lloyd nodded in response, as he continues watching the scene. He had witnessed the servants in the castle make bread before, but he didn't try to learn from them, as he knows they are heavily restricted by his Mother.

Why so? Because of when he was 5 name days old, he accidentally cut himself with a knife when he was trying to learn how to cook, make fried chicken for himself. He had acquired the recipe on how too. But mistake made him finger bled, and since then, his Mother who worried for him banned him from the kitchen.

Didn't stop him from giving recipes here and there, giving sharpened knifes, or inventions that he made to create a certain dish. But it did stopped him from entering the kitchen, even nightly venturing was stopped, as the door to the kitchen was heavily locked, protected.

So he had to resort to third parties whenever he needed to have first-hand experiences in things about cooking, baking, or cutting things. Whenever he gets a mission at the very least.

Which was funny, because his sword lessons wasn't stopped since the said incident happened. He rarely wield blades, but the intensity of the training he receives thrice to four times a week is still dangerous to some degree... Especially because he is a child.

[ "..." ]

[ "..." ]

[ "This doesn't look like bread to me." ]

After waiting for nearly half an hour, the bread that was presented to him was contrary to the white beautiful bread he was expecting. As what was presented in front of him is a black out of shaped bread. Very unlike the bread served on breakfast.

[ "I-I agree, my Lord. This is definitely not the best work of mine." ]

[ "I guess... but it looks... edible at least, I hope... I guess it'll have to do." ]

Putting the small diary of his, which acts both as the record keeping of his days, and also used as a key point for important things. He then sighed as he gets ready to complete the System's Mission for the day.

[ "Let's get this over with." ]

[ "Before, you know. When THAT lady finds out that I'm hiding here. Wouldn't want to get dragged back, you know." ]

[ 'Not before I take all the Credits I could get out of this System's Mission at least.' ]

[ ——— ] [ ——— ] [ ——— ] [ ——— ]

[ 07/08/2025 ]

[ 07/08/2025 ]

[ AN: Lloyd isn't a sociopath or psychopath, but I am sure he does have a few loose screws. He did die, lost his family and friends. And forcefully have to live in a medieval aged world he doesn't know a thing about. p.s he have no idea what Game of Thrones is, or that he is in a fictional universe, he thinks it's an AU of Earth. ]