Green Inn.

King's Landing does not have an embassy area. However, the Chamber of Commerce of the Scales of Eternal Order allows other Ramsay cities to set up high-end inns in the Harbor Trade District, which are usually open to the public, and only serve as embassies when the big names visit King's Landing.

Vlad, the mayor of Red Pine, and Greenwood, the mayor of Emerald Wood, visited King's Landing, and naturally settled in this high-end inn of the Green family. Fred was sitting in the lobby of the inn at this point, sipping the tea that the waiter had just brought him, and he was waiting for news from Green.

"How's it going?" asked the sixty-year-old man as he walked down the stairs.

"Aegon can't die for a while. Green said.

There was silence again. Since entering King's Landing, Fred, who is in good spirits and eloquent in words, has always fallen into an embarrassing atmosphere where he has nothing to say from time to time. But Green knew that the old man would never be overwhelmed by a surprise attack, he was a warrior through and through.

Seeing the two mayors chatting, several attendants withdrew from the hall with a light brown marble floor, and closed the side doors next to the hall.

Put down the bone china cup with the tea. Because he had a barbecue pie for breakfast, Fred would drink some of this drink to relieve the greasy feeling. "I don't want to admit it, and I won't, but Aegon is my only child. ”

This time it was Green who remained silent. Even though he was good friends with the mayor of Red Pine City, as the mayor of another city and a large nobleman of Ramsey, the etiquette education he received since childhood still made it impossible for him to deal with the issue of illegitimate children.

"Aegon is a good boy," Fred continued, "and although he has no talents, he is more than enough to be the next mayor of Red Pine according to the rules I have set. ”

"But he's not mayor yet," Greene keenly noticed, "and under the Treaty of King's Landing, only the incumbent mayor of each city-state has a degree of diplomatic immunity. ”

Fred knew this too, and he nodded. "I don't want to exonerate it, and at the same time, ......" After a pause, Mayor Hongsong continued: "...... I know it's hard for you and me to disobey the behemoth of the Scales of Eternal Order. After all, the prosperity of our respective cities in recent years has been based on extensive trade cooperation with King's Landing. ”

Immediately afterward, he changed his words, "But the problem is that what happened on the slaughtering dock is actually the responsibility of the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce." Aegon just happened to be the trade representative for that chamber of commerce. Two other Trade Representatives had been to King's Landing before him, and I don't believe the two trade fellows with the Trade Winds surname were innocent. Aegon just picked up the mess they left behind. ”

"You have a point. But what will the scales of the Eternal Order get if they agree with you?" Greene knew that Fred was lying, and the former two trade representatives of the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce, although they were not clean under their butts, were most likely not as aggressive as Aegon was to evade taxes and smuggle contraband. Otherwise, with the tonality of the scales of the eternal order, those two people will definitely not live to leave their posts.

"Back taxes and penalties are a must," Green sighed. Fred did survive the years when the monsters were wreaking havoc, and if something happened to him, Greene couldn't stay out of it, "But if you want to save Aegon's life, you have to pay something that can be seen by the scales of the Eternal Order." Believe me, old friend, those things are expensive, even more than you and mine. ”

Obviously, Fred understood Green's words, and the old man's momentum was instantly suffocated. However, he immediately showed a sly smile, "Red Pine City can't give it to them, not even if you think about it. But ......"

He looked at the side doors on either side of the hall, the thick oak doors and the olive leather fittings that wrapped around them regained their confidence, "...... I have a price tag that will definitely satisfy Mr. Quest of the Scales of Eternal Order. Only, if you can arrange a meeting for me. Otherwise, there is no way to quote, and the generous gift will be meaningless. ”

......

"We're anchoring today," Namen stared at the two men in front of him. The pale blue glow emitted by the blubber candle shrouded his eyes with a layer of different color, which looked cold and eerie.

He didn't say "go" or "open" - he used "anchor" in order to disguise himself as a descendant of the city's Joms pirates, a term rarely spoken in Ramsay - but Oak Fist and Abrost had no objection to that.

In fact, Namen was overly careful. After three days in the stuffy underwater tin hut, the electric monk and the dwarf investigator could no longer contain their anxiety, and they were desperate to get back to the surface and breathe in the fresh, dry air.

"At noon, anchor on time," Namen explained, "and the patrol boats that really drive away the fishmen and sharks will go out to sea at this time so that they can reach the area in the evening." Keep busy for the night, then return to King's Landing the next morning. ”

With that, he opened the rattan suitcase he was carrying with him and took out two sleeveless linen shirts from it. "This is the clothes that people who go to sea often wear, I have one, you two ......"

“...... I'll come," Oak Fist took the garment, quickly took off his burqa, and quickly put it on. Abrostet cursed under his breath, but his camouflage exoskeleton really couldn't be concealed by his linen shirt, so the dwarf investigators, though reluctant, remained in the underwater tin hut.

After changing his clothes, Namen jumped into the middle of the room with his suitcase in his hand, Oak Fist following closely behind. The two men quickly floated to the surface and flipped into the side of the patrol dinghy.

Namen opened the rattan suitcase again. This time, he took out a makeup box that looked very high-end, as if only the nobles of the major families were willing and able to buy it. With the disguise skills of the Contract Demon, he skillfully changed the faces of himself and Oak Fist, and the two of them instantly became the appearance of working at sea all year round.

Bronzed skin, deep wrinkles on his face caused by salt stains, and Namen drew mottled scorch marks on the palm of his hand that looked like they had been burned by long-term friction with ropes. After making these preparations, he expertly untied the cable wrapped around the anchorage and raised the sail in the middle of the catamaran. And the electric monk, who was not very familiar with the work on the ship, was arranged by him next to the steering wheel.

"The hydrological conditions of King's Landing Harbor are very good, as long as you don't turn the steering wheel into a spinning top, you can drive it out by following the beacon. Remember not to leave the side of the steering wheel under any circumstances, especially when you are out of port for inspection. Although you look like a person who begs for a living at sea all year round, just look at the way you walk on the boat, and even the best disguise will be revealed. ”