allendalepharm Chapter 97 Lancel
Chapter 97 Lancel
Chapter 97 Lancel (Seeking first subscriptions!!!)
Viserys was naturally generous in rewarding Jiang Gan, who had repeatedly crossed the line with the world's lobbyists and envoys and made significant contributions in the Battle of Braavos.
A baronial title, plus a few small islands as fiefdoms, was enough for Jiang Gan.
Most importantly, Jiang Yu, who had risen from a low-level intelligence officer to become the assistant to the Minister of Foreign Affairs, received a fiefdom, which he did not have to share with his former colleagues; it was all his private property.
From this perspective, Jiang Gan might even be the player with the largest fiefdom among all players.
Even as the investiture process was still underway, Jiang Gan had already begun to fantasize about becoming a village chief and leading his people in village wars against other villages—a medieval manor lord scenario.
While Viserys was bestowing titles upon his ministers in the Sea King's Palace, the players on the other side of the strait were not idle either.
Since the assassination of Prime Minister Eddard, King Robert's days have become increasingly difficult, and he has become more and more irritable.
Besides the assassination of his good brother, Jaime fled back to the Westerlands. Tywin Lannister then began to summon his vassals and gather troops. At this moment, 20,000 Lion Soldiers had gathered at Casterly Rock, and more vassals, as well as hired mercenaries and free riders, were on their way.
Meanwhile, Robb Stark, son of the Duke of Winterfell, began to summon his vassals, and the lords of the North responded in droves.
In young Robb's eyes, the killer of his father was not a Targaryen at all, but that damned Lannister!
Robb vowed to avenge his father and kill Jaime Lannister with his own hands.
"Don't they know there's a king above them?"
Robert drank his wine, cursing incessantly, and even slapped his squire Lancel Lannister across the face: "Damn Lannisters, look what you've done!"
Lancel was deeply aggrieved and hung his head, regretting it terribly. Everyone thought being the king's squire was a good job, but only Lancel knew how unlucky it was for a Lannister squire to be by the king's side.
Since what happened with James, Lancel has been even more unlucky.
Standing behind the king with his head down, Lancel couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards Jaime.
Hmph, who told him to always be said to resemble Jaime Lannister? If he can't beat Jaime, then Lancel, as Jaime's substitute, will have to bear Robert's wrath.
Lancel also has his off-duty hours, and Robert doesn't want a idiot Lannister who looks like a king killer by his side all the time.
Leaving the Red Keep, Lancel walked aimlessly with his head down.
Before he knew it, Lancel suddenly realized that he had walked into a flea nest.
For some reason, this was the fourth time recently that Lancel had wandered into the flea nest as if sleepwalking.
Damn it!
Feeling rather annoyed, Lancel raised his foot and kicked away a clod of dirt at his feet.
When a person is down on their luck, even drinking water can cause them to choke.
By sheer coincidence, the clod of earth hit a burly man right on the back of the head.
The burly man turned around, his bald head grinning, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth covered in scratches.
Lancel had never seen such an ugly humanoid creature before. Startled, he took two steps back, somewhat at a loss.
The burly man held an apple in his hand, weighing it in his hand, and slowly walked towards Lancel.
Lancel instinctively reached for his waist.
broken!
I didn't take the sword!
Lancel swallowed hard, turned to leave, only to find that his retreat had been completely blocked by four or five shirtless, burly men covered in wounds.
People passing by kept their heads down, completely oblivious to this "trivial matter" that happened dozens or even hundreds of times a day in the flea nest.
Even if the person being blocked was a young nobleman dressed in brocade robes, clearly of considerable wealth.
"Kid, it seems you really like this place. Why don't you come with us then?"
A bald-headed, sharp-toothed man stood with his arms crossed, saying nothing. A burly, shirtless man stepped forward and placed his large, calloused, and grimy hand on Lancel's shoulder.
He left a clearly visible large black handprint on the other party's expensive clothes.
Lancel opened his mouth to refuse, but who knew what kind of weird place these people were taking him to.
With a quick glance, Lancel spotted two men in golden robes emerging from a street corner not far away. He immediately called out, "Here! I am Lancel of House Lannister, a servant of the King!"
The two men in golden robes were stunned. Their hands trembled, and a bag of silver deer spilled all over the ground.
At this moment, the two revealed a man behind them, also a burly man with bare chest, making it hard not to associate him with the group that had surrounded Lancel.
What? The king's servants are investigating what we did?
The two men in golden robes stood there dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do.
Ever since Paro, the golden-robed squad leader of the flea den, was dragged into this mess, squad leaders from other areas, and even platoon leaders, have all joined in the new money-making methods that have emerged from weightlifting and the crescent drum.
The burly man standing behind the man in the golden robe was also taken aback, but he quickly recovered and patted the two men in golden robes on the shoulders: "Don't worry about him, our boss will handle everything. You don't want to run out of money to buy cakes for your kids, clothes for women, or to go to brothels in the future, do you?"
The two men in golden robes exchanged a glance, then looked at Lancel, who had been pulled into the alley with his mouth covered, and finally gritted their teeth, pretending not to see anything.
Damn it, in this day and age, even prime ministers die in the streets, what's a royal attendant compared to that!
As for the Lannister's identity, the two soldiers firmly believed that Rolger probably didn't want to cause trouble for himself, that the kid definitely wouldn't survive, and they weren't too worried.
"I must have misheard!"
"Exactly, why would the Lannisters come to the flea nest?"
"Was his hair dyed with shit?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Lancel's shouts were naturally heard by passersby, but the Lannisters...?
Everyone expressed their wish for his long life!
They haven't forgotten the good deeds the Lannisters did in King's Landing.
They dared not provoke Roger, now the entire flea nest belonged to Roger.
Between the King and the Lannisters, who was more intimidating than Rolder, the scoundrels of Flea Nest unthinkingly chose the latter.
Lancel struggled as he was dragged to the underground arena in Rolger.
Smelly!
It stinks!
The underground arena of Rolger basically encompasses every imaginable source of stench. The stench here is so intense it strikes straight to the soul, far surpassing anything found in the outside world.
Lancel almost died from the fumes.
When he was taken to a small, dark room, he was already pale from the overwhelming stench.
"Lansel Lannister, is that you?"
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