Game of Thrones: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The words of the head of the internal affairs made the tavern silent, everyone turned their heads and looked at the hapless person sitting in the corner.

He was wearing a white cloak, with a hood on his cheeks, and a long sword hanging from his waist.

In fact, although this kind of attire is special, it is not uncommon in Junlin City. After all, there are many people of all kinds in this city. There are many people who want to hide themselves. It is natural to have people who want to hide themselves.

Hearing the words of the captain of the spy, the man sitting in the corner with the hood holding the wine glass in his hand became slightly stiff.

On the other side, the spy captain wearing a mask had slightly cold eyes, and he couldn't help holding his palm on the crossbow around his waist.

This person gave him a very dangerous feeling. Because of this, he interrogated him. This is the sixth sense and experience that he has developed after working in the Ministry of Internal Affairs for many years.

But then he saw that the other party put down the wine glass in his hand, and then raised his head, his face was still full of astonishment.

"grown ups?"

"What's wrong?"

This is a weather-beaten cheek. It looks like it is about forty years old. It has forehead wrinkles. The beard on the chin is messy, golden with a little gray.

And the spy captain of the Ministry of Internal Affairs saw this honest and simple cheek of the other party, and a harmless image of humans and animals suddenly rose.

But he still didn't relax his vigilance, but walked over with the crossbow around his waist, walked up to him, looked up and down the opponent with his eyes, and then asked again.

"who are you?"

"Rely on this guy to beg for food, my lord, you know that King's Landing hasn't been easy to get a job recently."

And this man with short blond hair, beard and hooked nose patted the long sword on his waist, and then spoke in the dialect of the valley.

"I'm following a fleet of Braavos. We stayed in King's Landing for half a month. When the goods are all sold out, we will purchase a batch of cargo and return to Braavos."

Mercenaries are actually legal in many parts of the Seven Nations. Although they are not members of the regular army, they are good at fighting and collecting money to do things.

And not all mercenaries will do some illegal activities. Those are the minority. Most of the mercenaries still **** the caravans and collect remuneration. When necessary, they will be taken into the army to help the loyal lord fight.

"Bravos' fleet?"

The captain of the secret agent of the Ministry of Internal Affairs heard the middle-aged man's words and did not loosen his brows, but stretched out his hand.

"Show me the voucher."

The customs of King's Landing issued certificates to every foreign ship entering the port. Every crew member, mercenary escorting, and even slaves would have an identity certificate.

This is a plan recently implemented by the Customs Headquarters of the Ministry of Finance and the Minister of Justice. The person who proposed him was the "Onion Knight" Davos Seaworth, the Earl of Rainforest.

After the Onion Knights surrendered together with the troops of Wind's Breath. Fortunately, he got the appreciation of Viselis and started the second spring of his career. He was promoted to the head of the customs headquarters of the kingdom.

He manages all fleets and caravans entering and exiting the port and checks on smuggling. He cooperates with the tax authorities in investigating tax evasion, and he unites with Sir Blinden Tully of the Metropolitan Garrison to arrest criminals.

The identity certificate policy was put forward by Sir Davos when he took office, based on his previous experience of excellent smugglers. It can be said that it is a very right medicine, hit the nail on the head.

And the function of this policy is to facilitate the strict investigation of smuggling, control the entry and exit of personnel, facilitate management and other duties, etc.... For a time, many evil forces that rely on smuggling for survival are miserable.

"Identity Credentials?"

"Okay, my lord."

The blonde-haired middle-aged mercenary did not hesitate, and accompanied his smiling face to hand out his identity certificate.

He also seems to be an old gang who has been in trouble for many years, and he is not familiar with the place when he goes out, so he dare not offend the secret agents of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

After the spy captain of the Ministry of Internal Affairs took it over, he briefly checked the identity certificate of the other party and found that there was no problem, so he could only hand it back again, then took a deep look at the other party, and then turned to beckon his subordinates to leave.

"Go, withdraw!"

The secret agents of the Ministry of Internal Affairs came and went quickly, and disappeared without a trace in just half a cup of tea.

No one knows where they came from or how they disappeared. After all, no one dared to follow these evil stars, but the drunkard who just drank too much alcohol and spread rumors must not be able to get out.

Everyone in the tavern felt a little bit cold in their hearts, feeling that they had escaped a catastrophe. Fortunately, they didn't say much just now, otherwise one more would be taken away.

Then someone turned his head to look at the middle-aged mercenary who had just been questioned sitting in the corner, and raised the wine glass in his hand.

"Brother, you were so lucky just now. If those guys find out that you have any problems, I'm afraid..."

The alcoholic at the next table raised his glass, and the blond middle-aged man shook his head rejoicingly, and also raised his glass to touch it, and then drank it in one fell swoop.

"Yeah, I was scared just now."

"What's your name? Make a friend. I might have a job here in a while. I need a clever hand. I think you are quite suitable."

"James, my name is James Stone, my mother is a prostitute, and my father doesn't know which **** it is."

"Wow, you actually have the same name as the famous Kingslayer?"

"There are still many people named James in the world. The Kingslayer may have died in which corner."

"Moreover, even if he is still alive and can't hide in the gutter, how can he dare to return to King's Landing?"

"Is he not afraid of death?"

The middle-aged mercenary with golden hair and beard mixed with a little gray, shook his head and said with a smile.

...

That night ~www.novelmt.com~ Cersei begged to see Viselis, and she hoped to visit her father.

After all, tomorrow is the day for the trial of Tywin Lannister. Cersei had thought of countless ways to save her father, but she was unable to do anything. She didn't even have the qualification to get a black outfit.

She is not a queen in the top right now, just a glamorous, but in fact a "canary" imprisoned in the Red Fort, including her pair of children, Joffrey and Messiah, and may not even be able to reproduce it for a lifetime. Get out of here.

So she wants to see her father again tonight and send him one last time.

Coincidentally, Tyrion, who had never visited since Tywin was escorted back to King's Landing, also asked to come to visit the prison tonight. After all, this might be the last night his father was still alive.

He also has many questions to ask him.

However, before that, a man came to his residence outside the Red Fort and found Tyrion.

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