Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

After taking a deep breath, Ian adjusted his emotions and continued walking forward.

After passing through a dungeon-like door made of cold-rolled steel bars as thick as an arm, Ian finally arrived underground. The cold and humid air here made him shiver.

Soon Ian discovered that this place was really a dungeon.

Because he saw cells starting to line up neatly on both sides of the corridor, with relatively clean straw mats inside, and slave warriors wearing chains were held in each room.

This corridor was really long, and Ian felt like he had been walking in it for an eternity. It wasn't until he suddenly heard a burst of fanatical cheers that he noticed that they had finally reached the end.

After passing through the bronze door engraved with ancient Valyrian characters, Ian discovered that the world inside was truly unique.

Different from the dark, messy and noisy underground arena that I had in mind, this place seems to be built with a lot of atmosphere.

The basement is not too big, and the entire auditorium can only accommodate a hundred people at most, and the fighting platform built in the middle like a giant animal cage is only suitable for two people to fight.

The surrounding rock walls are covered with glazed tiles depicting ancient dragons and beasts. Marble sculptures inlaid with gems and crystals are scattered around the hall.

There were not many people in the hall, only about 20 people, and most of the chairs around were vacant.

Judging from the clothes of these people, it is obvious that they are all noble children of Pentos, and they are cheering for the beautiful sword of a certain gladiator on the battlefield.

Ian followed everyone's gaze and looked towards the battle platform. The slaves were entering the animal cage to take away the body with its internal organs scattered, and then spread a layer of loess on it.

The victorious swordsman held up his hands full of gold coins thrown by the noble youths amid cheers.

"Earl Darry, Master Yada, Earl Grafson, welcome to the White Blade Arena." What greeted them was a woman wearing a purple velvet off-the-shoulder dress, and she saluted the three of them.

Rolle and Keith, who were following a few people, were just treated as ordinary attendants and ignored.

Ian had met this woman before at Khal Drogo's party.

Delif Hauket, a person who can make Prince Hazan, who Illyrio described as "terrible", "take control of his head away from his crotch" to accept the life and death challenge of Suda Tetrus woman.

Smelling the scent of natural spices so close at hand, and looking at the deep ravine in the white greasy surface, Ian suddenly felt that Hazan might not be entirely to blame for this incident.

Suddenly, Ian remembered Illyrio's information about Hazan being extremely possessive and irritable when it came to this woman, and immediately took a step back calmly, maintaining a more polite and safe distance from Delif. .

Delif didn't notice Ian's actions, she was thinking about a question.

When she saluted these people just now, she first greeted Ian who was standing on the left, followed by Master Yada, the water dancer, who was standing on the right, and Earl Darren Grafson who was about to stand in the center. Put it at the end.

But judging from the reactions of a few of them just now, they seemed not to be aware of such a faux pas. In other words, in their subconscious, such a sequence of salutes was reasonable.

This confirmed Prince Hazan's conjecture that Daeron's real status was indeed lower than Ian, and even lower than Yada, who was supposed to be his subordinate.

"You are still so bright and charming, Miss Delif." Darren complimented.

"Thank you for your compliment, Lord Earl," Delif smiled, "This way, everyone, His Highness the Prince is waiting for you in the stands."

After saying that, Ian and his group followed Delifu and walked towards the main stand.

"I have a question, Miss Delif," Ian said while observing the environment of the entire underground hall, "Why is your arena underground? But the one of Suda Tetrus is in On the ground, and on a much larger scale than yours.”

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Delif blinked.

"if convenient."

"Because our Braavos party is an abolitionist party, Lord Earl," Delive said without any embarrassment in her tone. "After Hazan accepted Suda's appointment, we also needed to find an arena to recruit acting warriors, but It is impossible for us to revive this kind of sport as blatantly as Suda, so we rented this one of the few underground arenas in Pentos."

"This is indeed important." Ian nodded.

At this time, they had arrived in front of the main stand. Hazan stood up and looked at Delif inquiringly, and the latter nodded to him.

So Hazan went straight to Ian.

"Hazan Morharis," Hazan extended his hand and introduced himself, "The son of Trigg Mohharis, Prince of Pentos, and the Keykeeper of Braavos, Marion Freyga, is my mother. .”

Prince Hazan's clothes today are not as gorgeous as he was at Drogo's banquet. He is now wearing a high-quality armor, with an ivory dagger and a long sword hanging on his waist. He finally looks a little better. Warrior look.

"Ian Darry," Ian stretched out his hand and shook his hand lightly, introducing his empty title without blushing at all, "Earl of Darry City, Hand of the King to His Majesty Viserys."

"I have long admired your name, Ian." Hazan paused, "Can I just call you Ian? You can also just call me by my name."

Overenthusiastic, this was Ian's first feeling.

If Hazan had this attitude after he informed Hazan of the problem with the two water dancers, Ian could understand it.

But now, from Hazan's perspective, he shouldn't be of much use to him, so his enthusiasm is intriguing.

Or maybe it's just condescending humility.

If a person with a very high status, a strong aura of superiority, and a person who seems difficult to serve at first glance, interacts with you in a humble and casual manner, most people will feel flattered, which makes him feel flattered. Easily take over the conversation.

"Of course, you can do whatever you want, you don't have to be so restrained." Ian nodded slightly and conducted a test.

Hazan was immediately stunned. Ian's attitude made him inexplicably feel that the other party was the prince of Pentos, and he was the wandering knight serving the Beggar King.

"Hahaha!" After a brief pause, Hazan burst into hearty laughter, "I like your character, Ian, and I hope we can become friends."

"I just made a joke," Ian smiled apologetically and lowered his posture again, "It's an honor for me to be friends with His Highness."

"Please feel free to sit down." Hazan made a gesture of invitation, guiding Ian and the others to sit down in the main stand, and then clapped his hands and asked the servant to bring red wine.

After taking it, Ian just pretended to take a sip and put the glass aside.

"The next game is about to start," Hazan himself sat down next to Ian, "We have recruited a lot of powerful fighters. You know, this time Suda and I have set the reward very high. very high.

Look at the guy wearing the arakh scimitar. He was once a Dothraki Khal. He was sold as a slave after the defeat and was bought by me. The short black man next to him who uses a hand ax is from The mercenary king of the Summer Islands.

In short, please tell His Majesty Viserys for me that I am sure of winning this contest, and choosing to help me is definitely an opportunity for him to let the name Targaryen bloom again. "

"Your Highness, you may have remembered wrongly," Ian said calmly, "It is Earl Grafson's task to examine your chances of winning. You should tell him this."

"We thought we were friends already, Ian," Hazan sighed softly, and then met Ian's eyes. "From the moment you offered me help at Drogo's banquet, I already recognized it. And everyone who knows me knows that I have always been sincere and generous to my friends."

"So." Hazan slowed down his tone and asked almost word by word, "Are you my friend?"