"What? What did you say? There are dragons in Pentos? Live dragons? Two Targaryens there?"
Robert Baratheon's angry roar echoed through the rooms of the Red Keep.
Although it was already late at night, under normal circumstances, this king who was addicted to wine and sex should have been drunk, then did some exercises that were beneficial to physical and mental health with one or several women, and then lay comfortably in bed and slept until noon the next day.
But now, not only was he not sleepy at all, but he was even sober. He was staring with bloodshot eyes, looking like an angry lion.
I can't help but be angry! You know, in this world, the person who hates and worries about the restoration of the Targaryen family the most must be Robert Baratheon.
Because he was a usurper! He was the culprit who personally ended the other party's nearly three hundred years of rule!
If the Targaryens come back one day, the first targets of revenge will definitely be him and the Baratheons.
Even the Lannister family, who were the last to stand up and do the "dirty work" back then, had to stand at the back.
You know, over the years, Robert has never stopped sending people to assassinate Daenerys and Viserys, just to completely eradicate the hidden dangers.
But who could have imagined that two children who had lost their parents and the protection of their retainers would have such tenacious vitality.
Instead of being killed by the endless stream of assassins, he took root in Pentos and even had a dragon!
Although according to the information obtained now, the hatched dragon should belong to Governor Illyrio, not the Targaryen brothers and sisters.
But that was the dragon that swept across Westeros almost three hundred years ago! If the Mad King still had dragons, Robert was not sure if he had the courage to stand up and launch a rebellion to overthrow the rule of the Targaryen family.
Because no matter how strong he was or how heavy the hammer he swung, he could not kill the giant dragon soaring in the sky, nor could he resist the scorching flames spewing from the dragon's mouth.
"Your Majesty, please calm down, things are not as bad as you think.
In fact, the current situation of both Daenerys and Viserys is not good.
The former was given to a wizard as a plaything, and the latter became Illyrio's male favorite, which could even be said to be a joke.
As the last male heir of the Targaryen family, Viserys has actually lost the possibility of returning to the Iron Throne.
No noble in the Seven Kingdoms would submit to a king who once sold his ass, even if he had Targaryen blood.
As for Governor Illyrio, who has obtained three dragon hatchlings, the first thing he has to face is other free trade cities, not the continent of Westeros.
Don't forget, Pentos and Braavos are old enemies.
The latter happened to have the most powerful fleet and the richest bank.
If they start fighting, it won’t be easy to decide the winner.”
Varys, the chief of intelligence, carefully calmed the king's temper.
He still couldn't believe it. How could everything he had arranged suddenly turn out like this?
Especially the simultaneous appearance of dragons, magic, wizards, and new gods in Pentos, as well as the sudden interest of "old friend" Illyrio in men, made this "Octospider" have some bad premonitions.
Because no matter who it is, after getting a living dragon, his ambition will inevitably expand rapidly, and he will have the idea of emulating the Conqueror Aegon and attacking the continent of Westeros.
The nobles on the continent of Westeros who originally supported the restoration of the Targaryen family will also shift their attention away from Daenerys and Viserys and turn their attention to those who own dragons.
This means that the Mad King's children are no longer of any value to be exploited, and cannot bring even the slightest benefit. Naturally, no one will be willing to continue to support them or provide help secretly.
If it were someone else, they would definitely abandon the brother and sister without hesitation after realizing this.
But the problem is that Varys' greatest wish and goal is to welcome back the Mad King's offspring and make the Targaryen family the masters of this continent again.
Robert obviously didn't know that his intelligence chief was actually a die-hard Long family member. He angrily overturned the table and kicked over the chair, venting his inner anxiety and fear like a madman. After a full minute, he stopped panting and said in a stern voice: "No matter what method you use or what price you pay, get rid of those two evil bastards as soon as possible.
As long as they are alive, I will never feel at ease.
Also, the dragons and the wizards who hatched them were dealt with.
The world doesn't need living dragons!
There is no need for wizards and magic!"
"Understood! I'll arrange it as soon as possible."
Varys bowed his head humbly in obedience.
He understood that the usurper was angry at the moment, so the best response was to agree to whatever the other party said.
Anyway, with Robert's personality, it won't be long before he forgets about it and indulges himself in women and wine again.
What's more, there are already undercurrents in King's Landing. The huge crisis that has been brewing for a long time will soon erupt completely with Ned Stark becoming Prime Minister.
The first person to die then will be Robert Baratheon.
"Remember! Move fast!"
Robert gave another serious warning before turning around and leaving the room angrily, planning to have a couple more drinks, using the numbness of alcohol to finally forget all these troubles.
As soon as he left, Petyr Baelish, who had been silent just now, immediately spoke up and asked tentatively: "I think the changes in Pentos must have worried you a lot, right?"
"Oh? Why should I worry about a city across the ocean?"
The octopus spider pretended to be confused.
Since both of them were members of the Imperial Council and had already conducted several rounds of probing and contesting in private, they knew very well that the other party was far from being as simple as they appeared.
Just the opposite!
Compared to the nobles who always stand at the center of the stage, they are the truly dangerous and deadly masterminds behind the scenes.
"As far as I know, Illyrio, the Magister of Pentos, was once your friend, correct?" Petyr Baelish asked meaningfully.
"Ah! If this is what you mean, you don't have to worry. Because we haven't been in contact for many years. No matter what he does, it has nothing to do with me." Varys solemnly assured.
But Petyr Baelish obviously didn't believe a word of this, and said with a smile: "You are always so careful, my dear friend. But in fact, there is no need to be so. Because to some extent, our goals are the same, aren't they?"
Varys's expression changed slightly, and he immediately denied it: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"No! You know! And you know almost as much as I do. For example, the mysterious death of the former Prime Minister, Lord Arryn, the little secrets between the queen and her brother, and the princes and princesses who have nothing in common with the king."
In order to find out the true thoughts in the heart of "Octospider", Petyr Baelish did not hesitate to pierce the veil between the two.
"So? What exactly do you want to say?" Varys asked calmly.
Petyr Baelish closed the door gently and said in a slightly playful tone: "I want to know, who do you serve?
If your allegiance is to the King, then you should not hide from him the true cause of the former Prime Minister's death.
Even more should not the affair between the queen and her brother, and the bloodlines of those princes and princesses, be concealed.
If you serve the Queen, you should not be helping Lord Robert hide his countless bastards.
So I've always been curious, could it be that your true loyalty is to the Mad King who has been overthrown and killed, and his last son and daughter?
Or were those siblings just one of your unsuccessful investments?
Also, how do you feel now that magic, wizards, dragons, and new gods, the mysterious forces that you hate and dislike the most, have begun to revive? "
As these words came out of his mouth, a dazzling flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the dark cloud sky outside the window, followed by a rumbling thunder that resounded through the sky.
In less than a few minutes, raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall.
At this moment, Varys was no longer the harmless expression he usually maintained with a smile on his face. Instead, he was like a terrible poisonous spider, with terrifying light flashing in his eyes, appearing both dangerous and deadly.
但很快，他就控制住了自己的情绪，重新恢复到之前的样子，摆出一副虚假的面孔质疑道：“那您呢？我亲爱的贝里席大人，您如此积极的忙前忙后又是为了什么？”
“当然是为了制造混乱！ 知道吗？ 我们现在生活的这个世界其实并不美好，甚至可以说是非常的残酷。
高高在上的大贵族和他们的后代就像神一样永远支配着一切。
如果一个人没有良好的出身，那么无论他怎样努力、拥有多么出众的头脑和体魄、立下多么大的功劳，在那些王公贵族的眼中也只不过是个微不足道的小丑而已。
当然，这一切都是建立在王国的秩序和稳定基础之上。
可要是陷入混乱和动荡，战争再一次席卷七大王国，那么原本森严的等级壁垒就会再次被打破。
那些自认为高贵古老的家族会在残酷的战争中消亡，而新的家族则会在血与火的尸骸之上建立。
伊耿一世在发动征服战争的时候，曾经以压倒性的强大力量打破并改写了维斯特洛大陆的秩序，我们为什么不能凭借智慧和头脑再来了一次？ 而你所支持的疯王子女也能获得反攻维斯特洛大陆的机会，不是吗？”
在说这番话的时候，培提尔·贝里席的两只眼睛始终没有离开过八爪蜘蛛那张略显肥硕的圆脸。
通过短短几分钟的试探，他已经意识到瓦里斯并不是自己的敌人，至少现在还不是。
而且两人拥有共同的目标，那就是通过各种各样的手段来制造冲突，最好是让北境之王史塔克家族与西境守护者兰尼斯特家族兵戎相见。
届时再加上拜拉席恩家族的史坦尼斯和蓝礼两兄弟之间为争夺王位可能爆发的矛盾跟战争，整个维斯特洛大陆都会乱起来并陷入战火。
看着咄咄逼人、终于展现出自己野心的“小指头”，瓦里斯用十分平静的语气说道：“既然你都把话说到了这个份上，那就让我们以自己的方式来玩这场权力的游戏吧，培提尔·贝里席大人。”
“如你所愿，我亲爱的瓦里斯。”
培提尔非常郑重的单手抚胸鞠了一躬。
这既是对这位势均力敌对手的尊重，同时也是对自己头脑和手腕的自信。
相比起已经成为“太监”，根本没可能获得贵族认可的“八爪蜘蛛”，他显然拥有一项无与伦比的优势，那就是贵族的出身。
尽管只是一个微不足道且毫无影响力的小家族，甚至童年时还因此而遭到嘲笑。
但贵族就是贵族！ 哪怕是最低级的贵族也不是平民所能企及的！
这也是为什么经过多年奋斗之后，他能进入御前会议成为财政大臣。
最终，两个阴谋家注视着彼此的眼睛整整好几分钟，这才不约而同转身离开杂乱的房间，准备让仆人来收拾整理。
但他们谁都没有注意到，自己前脚刚走出去没几秒钟，一个身披灰色斗篷的人影变慢凭空出现，摘下兜帽露出一张与本地居民相差甚远的面孔，抿起嘴角用极地的声音自言自语道：“真想不到本来想要看看能不能偷到点什么值钱的东西，结果却听到了这种惊天的大秘密。
王后瑟曦跟他的弟弟乱伦偷情，而且几个王子和公主都不是国王的种？
国王则在外面有一大堆私生子？ 前任首相极有可能死于政治斗争中的暗杀？
王室情报总管效忠于坦格利安家族？ 财政大臣野心勃勃想要挑起战争和混乱？ 这个世界的贵族圈可真是有够乱的。
不过没关系，越乱越好，越乱我们这些玩家才能赚取到更多的好处。
看来今天晚上的闲逛要到此为止了呢。
我得赶快把这些重要的消息告诉杰克、吴生和卡罗琳。
趁着其他团队在得知真相之前，利用这些重要的消息抢占更多先机……”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，这名盗贼玩家瞬间启动附着在斗篷上的魔法，整个人瞬间被一团黑色的浓雾所笼罩，借助黑暗的掩护很快便离开了红堡。
在遇到另外几名也借助魔法装备和道具潜入进来的玩家时，他还不忘跟对方友好的打声招呼，顺便交换一下关于这里的地形、房间和目前已经发现的暗道等情报。
那些卫兵、巡逻队和御林铁卫，丝毫没有察觉到这个原本可以被称之为“守备森严”的地方，早就已经被渗透成了筛子。
只要玩家们愿意，随时都可以让国王、王后、王子、公主、首相等等这些站在权力金字塔尖上的大人物死在睡梦之中，再也没办法醒过来。
当然，之所以不杀并不是他们有多善良或者不忍心，主要是杀了没有任何好处。
如果有人愿意开出高昂悬赏，那估计城堡内恐怕早就血流成河了。
另外，为了防止偷东西偷的太厉害引起不必要的警惕，有能力潜入进来的玩家甚至私下里达成了一个协议，那就是每个人每天晚上只能偷走一样东西，并且绝对不能碰王冠、佩剑这种过于敏感重要的东西。
这样一来，哪怕红堡内丢了什么值钱的东西，失主也只会认为是某些仆人或者卫兵手脚不干净。
大概半个小时左右，一家旅店二楼的房间内，盗贼伊内兹原原本本将自己偷听“八爪蜘蛛”和“小指头”对话的一字不落的说了出来。
瞬间！
另外三位核心成员都惊掉了下巴。
尤其是真实年龄只有十几岁的天才少女——卡罗琳，从得知王后和自己亲生弟弟乱伦，还生下了那么多的孩子，嘴巴就一直保持着O型。
当又得知国王劳勃在外面的私生子数量都能组成一个足球队还有富裕的时候，更是两眼放光闪烁着异样的神采，仿佛觉醒了某些奇怪的癖好。
等所有内容都讲完之后，在场几个人面面相觑足有一分钟，完全不知道该怎么表达自己此刻复杂的心情。
归根结底只剩下一句话，那就是贵族圈真乱，也真会玩。
最后还是杰克忍不住率先开口吐槽道：“这一家子人怕不是有什么大病吧！
一个身为国王，明明拥有一位美艳的王后却几乎不与其同床，反而总喜欢出去找妓女和情妇，结果导致生下来的几个孩子没一个是自己的种；
另外一个身为王后，非但不想着怎样赢得丈夫的心，居然跟自己的亲生弟弟通奸，还敢把私生子当做正经的王子和公主养在身边，也不怕露出马脚。
我敢打赌，假如真相被曝光，那么这片大陆上最强的几家大贵族便会立刻爆发战争。
尤其是已经成为王室的拜拉席恩家族和王后瑟曦所属的兰尼斯特家族，八成要兵戎相见直至其中一方被彻底消灭为止。”
吴生也跟着分析道：“不，不止这两家。
别忘了，北境守护史塔克家族可是拜拉席恩家族的盟友，肯定会不可避免的卷入进来。
除此之外，兰尼斯特家族也有相当多的盟友和支持者。
这就意味着，即将爆发的战争规模比我们所有人预料的都要大，持续时间也会格外的长。
说到这我好想突然想起来了！
你们说劳勃国王北上邀请奈德·史塔克公爵担任御前首相，是不是已经察觉到前任首相离奇的死亡？
同时也感觉到身边有危险，所以才渴望找一个信任的人来保护自己？”
“我觉得完全有可能！ 看来君临的政治局势比我们之前想象的还要复杂。
不过好处是，我们提前知道了这些情报，现在可以抢在其他玩家反应过来之前，率先选择好阵营。
根据目前掌握的信息，大致可以判断出国王和史塔克家族是一股势力； 王后、王子和兰尼斯特家族是一股势力； 拜拉席恩家族的蓝礼和史坦尼斯则是另外一股势力。
至于统治富庶河湾地的提利尔家族，由于缺少最基本的大义名分，所以只能从属于其中一方。
除此之外，躲在暗处的情报总管瓦里斯和财政大臣培提尔·贝里席，属于是隐藏在黑暗之中的势力。”
With her extraordinary intelligence, Caroline quickly deduced from the confusing information how the major families would stand after the outbreak of war.
"Wait! Aren't Lord Renly and Lord Stannis the king's brothers? They should both be from the Baratheon family. Shouldn't they be in the same camp as the king?"
When the girl heard this, she immediately smiled playfully and explained meaningfully, “No, no, no, they may be in the same camp as the king, but they are not necessarily in the same camp as the Stark family.
Don't forget, when the news spreads that the princes and princesses are not the king's children, who will be the biggest beneficiary? Illegitimate children in this world are the same as in medieval Europe on Earth. They are neither recognized nor have any inheritance rights.
Most importantly, under what circumstances do you think a war that would break out between the great nobles and sweep across the entire continent would break out?"
"Damn it! You mean... the queen and her brother would murder the king? And then send their own son to the throne!"
Inez finally understood something and her eyes widened in disbelief.
Caroline nodded seriously, "That's right! The war will officially break out from the moment the king dies! If I were one of the two conspirators hiding in the dark, I would deliberately let the queen win the political struggle in King's Landing, but let the truth spread everywhere in the form of rumors.
In this case, Lord Renly and Lord Stannis, who both have the right of inheritance, will start a war for the succession to the throne, and may even kill each other for the Iron Throne.
Likewise, the Starks will become enemies with the Lannisters because of the king's death.
Even by arranging for the new Prime Minister to die in King's Landing, forcing the two families to fight to the death."
"Hehehehe! An all-out war sweeping across the entire north and south of Westeros? I like it!" Jack grinned with a violent and bloodthirsty smile.
He seemed to be unable to hold back and wanted to start a killing spree.
"So we have to start making choices now. Which side should we stand on to get the most benefit?"
As she spoke, Caroline took out a simple map from her pocket and drew the spheres of influence of several families on it.
And mark the possible mobilization of troops, equipment and material supply capabilities so that others in the team can have a clear understanding of this.
Wu Sheng stared at the map for about two or three minutes, and quickly said, “I think it’s better to choose the queen and the family behind her.
After all, everyone on this continent knows a famous saying: A Lannister must pay his debts.
This shows that they have a very good reputation and there are gold mines in the family territory.
As a mercenary, there is no more ideal employer than this.
Moreover, this force will face the most enemies, so it will certainly give us the greatest autonomy and even allow us to recruit more soldiers to grow stronger. "
Jack immediately nodded and agreed, "I agree! Although Queen Cersei is not a good person, what she can give us is definitely something that other forces cannot give. Even if the Lannisters are defeated in the end, we can still gain enough benefits from it."
"Then let's choose the Queen and the Lannisters. Our goal is to maximize profits! Who wins or loses in the end, and who sits on the Iron Throne, has nothing to do with us."
Inez shrugged nonchalantly.
"But before we surrender to the queen, there is one thing we must do, and that is to demonstrate our strength. Jack, you must perform well in tomorrow's competition." Wu Sheng reminded his partner, staring into his eyes.
"Don't worry! Tomorrow I will mercilessly kill all my opponents, and prove to everyone in the coldest, most brutal, and bloodiest manner that I am the strongest one in this martial arts tournament, and not that damn Demon Mountain."
After saying that, Jack used a little force to bend his palm, which was twice as big as a normal person's and had extra space, and the joints made a crisp crackling sound.
…
The next morning, at the temporary martial arts tournament venue, countless nobles and commoners gathered to participate in the event.
The stands were packed with people, without even a single empty seat.
The cheers and shouts were deafening.
In this era of severe lack of entertainment, knightly tournaments are more attractive than any other sports or fighting competitions in modern society.
Because the latter has set too many restrictive rules in order to prevent deaths, and even does not allow hitting vital points and other fatal parts.
But what about the former?
Although there are many protective measures, it is still full of brutality and bloodiness, and any carelessness can cause permanent disability or even death.
Many civilians came specifically to enjoy the sight of the high-ranking knights and noble sons fighting to the death with blood all over their faces.
As the organizer of the tournament, King Robert was sitting in the VIP seat in the center of the stands. He joked with interest to his good friend, Ned Stark, the Duke of Winterfell, who was sitting next to him: "You know, if it weren't for this damn stomach, I would even want to go down and compete with them myself, and then win the final championship."
"Come on. If you had said this more than a decade ago, I would have believed it. But now..."
Ned deliberately paused, looking at the other's round figure, and couldn't help laughing and shaking his head.
You know, when he welcomed Robert in his territory not long ago, he couldn't believe that the invincible warrior who had been invincible on the battlefield would become fat like a huge ball of meat, and even needed help from others to get on and off the horse.
"Hahahaha! Yes! Time is really unforgiving."
Hearing his good brother teasing him, Robert was not angry at all. Instead, he started laughing. Without saying a word, he picked up the glass and drank the wine in it. He waved his hand to indicate that today's game could begin.
Soon, two knights wearing plate armor and riding tall horses slowly walked to the front of the main stand from both sides.
One of them took off his helmet first and bowed to King Robert.
Finally, another man who was so tall and strong that it was chilling did not take off his helmet from beginning to end, but he also chose to bow while riding on horseback with one hand on his chest.
Needless to say, this guy with an unusual body shape is Jack, who has the blood of an ogre and a giant.
The warhorse under his crotch was no ordinary stuff either. It was a "dragon horse" purchased in the floating city for more than two thousand gold coins. That is, a horse with a small amount of dragon bloodline, and its size was almost twice that of other warhorses.
With its sturdy limbs and solid muscles, it looks like a heavy tank or dump truck in the horse world.
Considering Jack's height of two meters and five and weight of nearly three hundred kilograms, the two are completely not in the same league in terms of appearance.
Even the Mountain seemed smaller than it.
"Who are you? Why don't you take off your helmet?" Robert asked curiously.
But unfortunately, Jack, who only has an IQ of five points, doesn't know the language of this world at all. He can only take out the small wooden signs that his teammates have prepared for him in advance.
There were only a few easy-to-understand words written on it in the common language of Westeros - I don't know your language.
Realizing that there was no way to communicate, Robert had no choice but to let the game begin.
However, the exaggerated size of Jack and the horse under his crotch had obviously aroused his interest, so when both parties were in position, he immediately gave the order to start the game.
moment!
The knights at both ends of the track began to urge their horses to speed up.
Especially Jack's opponent. Although he was already filled with fear in his heart, in order not to bear the reputation of a coward, he still struggled to clamp the spear tightly, wanting to use the skills he had practiced hard to make up for the lack of strength and weight.
Unfortunately, he had no idea what he was about to face.
Jack did not clamp the gun on the bracket and buckle under his armpit as normal, but held it tightly in his hand.
Without a doubt!
This is definitely something that only an amateur can do.
This is because humans' fragile wrists are simply unable to withstand the huge reaction force generated by the spear suddenly stabbing into an object when the warhorse is running and accelerating. In the worst case, the patient will be dislocated or severely fractured and completely disabled.
As the war horses galloped faster on the tracks on both sides, the distance between the two sides quickly closed within the attack radius.
Just as the other knight was about to take an attacking stance, he suddenly saw Jack throw away the shield in his hand, lean forward, grab the reins with one hand, and suddenly thrust forward with the other hand holding the spear.
Because the latter was originally tall and strong, and his arms were long, the former was stabbed hard in the chest where his heart was before the spear could attack him.
The next second...
Bang! Under the dual blessing of the terrifying inertia and Jack's amazing strength attribute, his opponent's armor was instantly dented.
The wooden pole at the front directly penetrated the steel plate and pierced deeply into the chest in an extremely brutal manner.
Because the whole process happened so quickly, no one could see clearly what was happening.
Immediately afterwards, the victim's body flew into the air, and the horse under him did a 360-degree spin on the field. It then flew backwards seven or eight meters before falling to the ground with a thud.
The man died on the spot, and the horse broke its neck and neighed in pain and despair.
As for the cause of death, anyone who was not blind could see the half-broken lance stuck in the chest of the corpse.
Killed with one strike! Everyone, including Robert, stood up in shock, their faces filled with expressions of disbelief and shock.
The stands, which were originally full of noisy cheers, now fell into a terrifying silence, so deep that you could hear a pin drop.
You should know that this attack is not to poke the unprotected parts such as the helmet or neck, but the chest where the Eight Views have the strongest protection.
Moreover, after completing such a dangerous action, Jack's wrist did not show any signs of injury, and he casually threw the remaining half of the lance far away to his "servant" (played by the player).
"Oh--my goodness!"
After a long while, Robert finally came back to his senses. With an excited look on his face, he asked his new Prime Minister: "Did you see that? The movements and amazing power that guy just displayed!"
"Ah! Of course I saw it! I'm not blind." Ned responded after taking a deep breath.
As a warrior of decent strength, he simply couldn't believe that there existed a monster in the world that was as powerful as the Mountain.
As for the unlucky guy who was killed, no one would care about him at all.
Because Jack's entire killing process was clean and neat, there was nothing to blame at all.
If anyone is to be blamed, it is that his opponent was too weak and lacked the self-awareness to admit defeat in advance.
"Who do you think would win if he and the Mountain fought?"
Robert glanced maliciously at Gregor Clegane, who also showed surprise and fear.
Ned smiled bitterly and replied, "Do I need to ask? It must be this guy named Jack. He is too powerful, so powerful that he doesn't look like a human being at all. Maybe there is a monster hidden under the helmet."
"You! Go and call the winner of the tournament! Remember to call one of his companions as well." Robert shouted to a servant.
The latter nodded quickly and trotted towards Jack, who had just won the game.
After about five or six minutes, the two players were taken to the VIP seats in the stands.
"Good morning, Your Majesty the King, Your Majesty the Queen, and Your Excellency the Prime Minister."
The thief Inez took the initiative to greet the dignitaries present.
Since he had been in and out of the Red Keep more than once and knew almost everyone there, he was assigned here to act according to circumstances.
"Are you this big man's companion?" Robert asked bluntly.
Inez nodded without hesitation: "Yes. We belong to the same mercenary group. I heard that you were holding a martial arts competition, so I wanted to try my luck."
"You are from Pentos?"
Robert instantly recalled the information he had received from Varys, the chief intelligence officer, last night, and began to look the two of them up and down.
"Yes. To be exact, we come from the distant eastern continent and were summoned to Pentos by magic."
Inez quickly told the lie she had prepared.
"The far east? Is that the Land of Shadows?" Ned interrupted curiously.
For the people of Westeros, the farthest eastern city they know of is Asshai, which stands on the edge of the Shadow Land across the Red Waste.
Inez shook her head slightly: "No, it's farther."
But Robert obviously didn't believe these words, and responded casually: "It sounds interesting. But compared with the distant East, I am obviously more interested in your companion. Can you ask him to take off his helmet?"
"Take off your helmet? Are you sure you really want to do this?" Inez's mouth twitched slightly.
"Why, is there a problem?"
There was a hint of doubt in Robert's eyes.
"Well - how should I put it. The face of my companion is so abstract and sloppy that everyone who sees it will inevitably experience symptoms including but not limited to nausea, vomiting, dizziness, fear, etc..." Inez explained carefully.
"Is there really such an ugly person in the world?"
Queen Cersei, who had remained silent all this time, now became interested.
There was no way she couldn't be interested! She had always believed that Gregor Clegane, the evil dog of the Lannister family, was already the strongest warrior in all of Westeros.
But who would have thought that an even more powerful person would appear in this competition.
If they could recruit them, their own strength would be greatly expanded, and even those families who were keeping a wait-and-see attitude would seriously consider the issue of the team.
Seeing that all these kingdoms, queens and prime ministers did not believe it, the only thing Inez could do was to give these guys a little shock and immediately gestured to Jack to take off his helmet.
When the latter took off his fully enclosed helmet and revealed his "ancient god-like face", everyone in the VIP seats was stunned.
After just two or three seconds, Sansa Stark, who had the worst psychological quality, couldn't help but vomit her breakfast first. She didn't care about maintaining the so-called "lady" image at all, and her eyes were full of fear.
The second one who followed was the crown prince Joffrey "the Great", who was vomiting all over the place and couldn't stop.
The third one is Arya, the little rascal.
Although she tried her best to endure it, that kind of strong physiological reaction was obviously not something a little girl could resist.
Queen Cersei was truly a heroine, and she actually held on for two full minutes, waiting for the maid beside her to vomit out everything in her stomach before she ran into the corridor with her mouth covered.
In addition, some noble ladies and maids were so frightened that they fainted, and a few timid ones even became incontinent.
It can be said that the scene was extremely embarrassing and chaotic at one point.
In contrast, King Robert and Prime Minister Ned, who had fought on the battlefield, simply retched twice, and then hurriedly waved their hands to signal Jack to put his helmet back on.
After admiring the miserable appearance of the princes and nobles for a while, Inez pretended to be helpless and said, "I think you should know why he must wear a helmet now."
"What the hell! I can't believe that there are human beings so ugly in this world. I don't understand whether he is blessed by God or cursed." Robert complained, shaking his big bearded head.
"I think this may be a joke that God deliberately played on mortals. After all, he may have the most powerful power in the world, but he also has the ugliest appearance. To a certain extent, it is quite fair and will not make people feel envy or jealous, right?" Ned also expressed his opinion.
Needless to say, Jack's face, which looked like a scene from a serial car accident, shocked the two of them greatly.
But King Robert obviously admired Jack as a brave and fearless warrior, so after rewarding him with some property and wishing him to win the championship of the tournament, he quickly let the two men withdraw.
He didn't notice at all that Queen Cersei had someone slip a note into the latter's hand shortly after Jack and Inez left.
(End of this chapter)