From a hired knight to a master of Game of Thrones

Chapter 45 Fishmonger Rodney

Don Quixote watched the commotion before him with a smile.

Such scenes frequently occur in various taverns in White Harbor.

In particular, it would be strange if some low-end taverns, run by ordinary people, didn't have several sudden conflicts caused by various trivial matters happening every day.

Fortunately, Ian knew he had important business to attend to, and exchanged a few more insults with the Free Knight who clearly recognized him.

Reluctantly, he released the pair of objects that could transform in various ways and left the tavern.

Once outside the tavern, Ian looked around, finally glancing at Don Quixote, and suggested:

"We should ride over there to visit that fishmonger; that would fully demonstrate our value and strength as knights!"

"After all, what kind of knight is a knight without a horse?"

"Without horses, we are just beggars who know how to fight."

"It will make people look down on you even more."

Upon hearing this, Don Quixote laughed:

"Sir Ian, your suggestion is very reasonable."

The streets of White Harbor are wide, straight, and paved with large cobblestones, making them suitable for horses.

The Mandalay family did not prohibit commoners from riding horses.

However, when traveling within White Harbor City, one must always be mindful of the flow of people.

In some densely populated areas, it was even necessary to dismount and lead the horses.

Sometimes, riding a horse is actually inconvenient.

The area where this tavern is located is a major commercial street in White Harbor City, where all sorts of people gather.

With this in mind, Don Quixote and his companions did not ride out.

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After a lot of trouble

Don Quixote and his companions followed Ian on horseback, eventually stopping outside a detached house with walls and a small garden.

Ian quickly dismounted and walked to the heavy oak door, knocking on it.

Not long after.

A man dressed as a butler opened the heavy oak door and looked the group of people out for a moment.

His gaze then settled on Ian, and he said indifferently:

"Ian, what are you doing here? The master isn't planning on hiring freelancers to raise horses anytime soon."

Because most knights knew about horses and were of a higher status than grooms.

Some merchants would sometimes hire free knights to manage, train, and raise horses.

It's both respectable and safe.

After all, some wild horses are not something that ordinary grooms can take care of; a careless mistake could even lead to someone's death.

In this world, some warhorses are not docile pets, but large, dangerous, and deadly beasts.

Countless times, warhorses have been startled and trampled civilians to death.

Even knights can be thrown off their horses or kicked to death.

Not to mention the ordinary grooms.

Ian gave an awkward smile and hurriedly said:

"Butler Flynn, I heard that Lord Rodney is planning to transport some goods to Abandoned Mound Village."

"We also plan to hire some free knights as guards."

Butler Flynn glanced at Ian, thought for a moment, and then nodded, saying:

"Your information network is quite good. Indeed, the master is looking for a suitable Free Knight."

"We want to hire four or five free knights to protect the caravan."

Ian immediately said:

"Has Lord Rodney found a suitable free knight?"

"I don't know about that," Flynn said calmly.

Seeing Flynn's indifferent expression, Ian gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, and then took out a warm silver deer coin from his pocket and handed it over.

"Butler Flynn, we're old acquaintances, so don't try to hide any news from me!"

Butler Flynn naturally accepted the silver deer, his attitude softening considerably, and he smiled, a slight smirk playing on his lips:

"I really don't know whether the master has found a suitable candidate."

"However, we servants are still searching for reputable free knights in various taverns throughout White Harbor!"

At this point, Butler Flynn stopped talking.

Ian breathed a sigh of relief and quickly smiled:

"Butler Flynn, I've done quite a few things for Lord Rodney, and I've always done them very well!"

"What do you think of me, Ian!"

Butler Flynn said directly:

"You are reliable in your work, but your abilities are not quite up to par."

...Damn bastard, with such a big appetite, you'll burst one day!

Ian cursed inwardly, but he still couldn't bear to part with the 1 silver deer he had already spent.

He gritted his teeth and pulled out another silver deer from his pocket, handing it to Butler Flynn with a respectful smile:

"I hope Butler Flynn can put in a good word for me with Lord Rodney. Don't worry."

"I, Ian, will absolutely uphold the spirit and integrity of chivalry!"

"I won't make things difficult for you."

Butler Flynn quickly put away the silver deer, then nodded in satisfaction and said:

"I will recommend you to Lord Rodney."

Upon hearing this, Ian quickly pointed to the four Don Quixotes not far behind him and laughed:

"And them, they are the elite of the Bloodhand Mercenary Group, all reliable knights!"

Butler Flynn frowned, thinking for a moment but still not having heard of this Bloodhand Mercenary Group.

...Just a third-rate mercenary group, what kind of elite are they?

Flynn's butler scoffed inwardly, but having already received the money, he deliberately paused for a few seconds before speaking:

"What the master is looking for are some trustworthy, true knights, not some second-rate free riders or mercenary thugs."

Ian, unable to contain his temper, pointed again to Don Quixote and his companions not far away and said:

"Look at those free riders, those mercenary thugs, they have that kind of style!"

"I vouch for them with my own knightly reputation; they are absolutely true knights."

"Not everyone with a sword and a horse is a knight," Butler Flynn chuckled.

"Ian, if you're going to randomly find some non-knights to impersonate knights, you'd better think carefully about the consequences."

"Wait here for a moment, I'll go tell the master."

Ian spat as he watched Flynn's figure disappear completely.

What a bully who abuses his master's power.

There is a small fish pond in the center of the stone-paved courtyard.

Along the walls on all four sides, some hardy shrubs and two apple trees were planted.

A merchant with a short beard, dressed in clean, neat clothes, and wearing a dark woolen hat.

He carefully examined the five knights leading the horses in front of him, and finally fixed his gaze on Don Quixote, as if he had seen that Don Quixote was the one who could make the decisions.

Fishmonger Rodney looked at Don Quixote and said calmly:

"You're the leader of the Bloodhand Mercenary Group?"

"He's alright-looking, like a knight!"

Don Quixote also calmly said:

"The value of every knight comes from his spirit and his perseverance, not from anything else."

Rodney nodded, seemingly in agreement, and then quickly added:

"What you say makes some sense. If a knight has no credibility, then he is no different from a bandit or a butcher."

"However, this spirit is not just something to talk about."

Don Quixote agreed:

"You're right, no one can see this spirit and credibility in a short time, but..."

After a pause, Don Quixote laughed:

"However, the knight's courage is immediately apparent."