Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Roger reached out to stop his subordinate, but his gaze never left the weightlifter.

"From now on, you two will hang out with my brother. I don't care how much your arena makes each day, but if you earn a hundred, you have to give me ninety-five. Don't touch the remaining five. Save it. I might need it someday."

Without even glancing at the little Karami, Lu Tie spoke to Roer in his usual nonchalant tone.

"Hmph, the seven levels of hell, what makes you think I'd do that?" Roger asked, his face ashen.

"You know my methods," Lu Tie glanced at the resentful henchman behind the other man, then approached him, and without waiting for the other man's reaction, put his arm around the neck of the burly man who was as strong as a gorilla and whispered:

"You think you can make a few hundred copper coins a month in this flea den? You can't figure this out. Come with me, and I'll show you what real outlaws are like."

Roger remained silent.

Lifting weights continued:

"By the way, we have someone backing us. Have you heard of His Majesty Viserys III of the Targaryens?"

Roger's expression changed, and his pupils widened suddenly.

"Now you know why we're here, right? Follow us, and maybe you'll become a knight in shining armor someday."

The way he was laughing at that moment made Crescent Moon feel like he might shout "I don't eat beef!" at any second.

He was practically playing a gang leader himself, Crescent Moon thought to herself, pouting.

"But why should I get involved in this mess?" Roger, a tall and burly man, was now tucked into place by the weightlifting, and only dared to retort weakly. He didn't even have the will to stand up and fight.

"Hehehe, I've got my eye on you. You know my secret now. You said you don't want to get on the ship?" Lu Tie let out a strange laugh, which sent a chill down Crescent Moon's spine.

"You don't want to get on the boat, so you want to drown? You believe in the drowning god too?" Lu Tie wrapped his arms around Roger's neck again, whispering like a devil:

"I'm keeping a close eye on you. If you don't stick with me, I'll come here every day..."

"Alright, I'll listen to you!" Roger said, shaking off the other's hand, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

"Call me sir from now on," Lu Tie patted Roger's face and whispered.

"My lord!" Roger lowered his head.

"Sir!" The underlings behind Roger, who had managed to survive in the flea den for so long, were all shrewd and intelligent, and they bowed their heads and shouted along.

"Hehehe, this kid isn't stupid!" Seeing the underling who initially wanted to draw his knife being the first to shout, Lu Tie couldn't help but be amused by the guy's arrogant yet obsequious attitude.

Paro, the golden-robed squad leader in charge of managing the flea den, hummed a little dirty tune as he walked home contentedly, not for any other reason than that he had finally recouped the money he had spent on buying the official position.

Since taking office three months ago, he has done everything from extortion and blackmail to kidnapping and loan sharking, to blocking doors and demanding money, and even forcing women into prostitution. This is how he broke the record for the fastest return on investment at the level of the Golden Robe squad leader.

"When we're in the tavern, we don't care about going to dust after death; we're only concerned with rushing to the gambling table, sweating buckets for it."

Ah, she stuck her butt out the window~ I gladly kissed her~ Who are you!

The golden-robed squad leader Paro's joy vanished the moment he opened the door, because his house was now occupied by seven or eight men who reeked of foul odors.

Paro reacted quickly, turning around to run away, but a bald, burly man had appeared behind him at some point, grinning at him with a mouthful of sharp, rotten teeth.

Finally, she even pushed her belly up and knocked him into the house.

"Fang! You're Fang, one of Roger's men! I've only been refraining from him for two days, and he's already delivered himself to my door, asking me to whip him or beat him with my scabbard!"

Paro recognized the man at a glance; it was the mute thug that Rojer had taken in at the Colosseum, the one who had been fighting with the hounds. He roared, his voice trembling with fear.

"Alright, Fang, don't scare our Captain Paro!" A lazy voice came from behind Fang, who walked into the house and leaned to one side.

Paro also saw the person who had arrived.

The two men at the front, with longswords hanging from their waists, were they knights? Free riders?

The burly man who had to bow his head to enter the room was Roger.

"What do you want to do?" Among the room full of burly men, Paro couldn't muster any strength at this moment. His Adam's apple bobbed as he asked with some fear.

"What do you want? I just think your way of making money is too rudimentary, and I want to help you. I just don't know if you, as the squad leader, are willing to cooperate with us."

Lu Tie stepped forward, took the longsword that Paro had drawn from his waist from his tightly clenched hand, and slowly spoke.

"We can discuss it." Paro's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He had just broken even and didn't want to risk his life against these beggars from a flea den.

"Then let's talk..."

He was rhythmically slapping Paro's sword against his palm while lifting iron, and the smile on his face looked eerie no matter how you looked at it.

Essos.

Thanks to the "game's official" benevolence, thousands of players from all over the planet who passed the survey happily logged in.

Furthermore, a new instance will be available as soon as the game launches, and His Majesty Viserys III will soon lead his army to conquer the rebellious.

In the market of Pentos, many local merchants have been squeezed out by Uncle Wuji, who was hiding in the grass.

Many new players wandered around the market with curiosity, looking left and right, finding everything new and interesting.

"Come on over, new players, there's an event! A new dungeon is opening soon, but what if you don't have any gear? Wuji Business Exchange offers low-interest gear loans!"

A shout attracted many players to gather around.

"Hey bro, what's with this equipment loan thing downstairs?" a new player asked curiously to another player standing behind a shop full of weapons.

[Killing two birds with one stone] He put down his homemade tin megaphone and looked at the player who had asked the question, saying:

"That's a good question, brother. To put it simply, our equipment loan is a free gift package that includes a spear, sword, shield, and leather armor."

In exchange, you only need to give us 15% of what you obtained in the dungeon after it ends.

The players gathered around immediately started whispering among themselves. Many of them were very confident, thinking that they could easily dominate the battlefield and become invincible. Without even thinking, they asked what to do.

With a broad smile, he instructed his men to take the "clients" to conduct their business.

At this moment, several players from the enforcement team walked over and looked at the group of new players, saying:

"All your loan-related activities will be recorded. Those who default will face a minimum three-day cooling-off period, and in serious cases, their accounts will be permanently banned!"

After saying that, the players from the enforcement team left rather smugly.

"Damn, what's so great about that?!"

"Before I got the game qualification, I looked at the official website and thought the enforcement team was really pretentious. Now that I see it, they really are!"

Many players showed dissatisfaction, but when they thought about their precious game qualification, they dared not retaliate. Of course, even if they did, they were no match for those veteran players.

They're wearing iron armor.

"Hey, Xiao Wu, didn't I tell you to come find me online? Come on, follow me, I'll take you into our enforcement team, we're short-handed!"

Another group of law enforcement officers passed by, and the squad leader pointed at a new player in the crowd who had just been muttering curses and shouted.

"Ah, Brother Liu, you really are the squad leader of the enforcement team!" The new player who had just said he looked down on the enforcement team's pretentious behavior on the official website exclaimed in surprise.

"Damn it, are you coming or not?!"

"Come on, only a fool wouldn't come!"