Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 16: Gathering Intelligence

【Your game ID?】

Standing before the ancient altar, Zhao Zhengxiong stared at the legs that had been conjured out of thin air, unable to recover for a long time.

It's true, it's all true!

The moment Zhao Zhengxiong took his first step, he was so moved that tears streamed down his face.

"The game gave me light, so I'll call my game ID Dawn."

Calming his joy, Zhao Zhengxiong took a deep breath, looked at the altar, and slowly uttered his name in this new world.

Although the white light was extremely dazzling, to Dawn it was the call of the God of Light.

As the white light faded, Dawn, a follower of the God of Light who had chosen the Fire Mage class, felt the familiar sensation of her feet firmly planted on the ground.

"How are you feeling?"

Zhao Xiaotian, who had logged on early, was not surprised to see the figure that suddenly appeared in the room, because the unfamiliar face belonged to his familiar relative, his third uncle, who had always been like an older brother to him.

"Of course it's awesome!" Dawn took off the black hood of the alchemist's initial equipment and grinned.

The addition of a new player didn't cause much of a stir among the people in the courtyard. After all, with a game this amazing, it would be strange if no new players joined.

The three players who were playing with fire in the corner, after learning that the new player was a relative of the one who was camping in the bushes, very naturally pulled Dawn into their fire mage guild.

Standing aside watching his third uncle chat enthusiastically with the three players, Zhao Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief. He never expected that a game would resolve his long-cherished wish.

This game absolutely has to stay popular!

Zhao Xiaotian had already made up his mind. After logging off again, he would definitely promote the game to the people around him, determined not to let the company behind the game give up on it.

This game that brought light to his loved ones must stay popular forever!

Although his skill in gaming is undeniable and the game's future success is inevitable, what if things don't go as planned? Zhao Xiaotian dared not imagine the devastating impact that would be on his third uncle if the game were to cease operation one day.

Zhao Xiaotian knew exactly what would happen if darkness were cast over someone who had seen the light.

As a player, I'm actually more concerned about a game's popularity than the game company itself. Zhao Xiaotian couldn't help but chuckle softly at this thought.

Sera, a woman who is nominally dead, is now serving her lover, Governor Illyrio, who is dressed.

After Illyrio and Varys reached an agreement, in order to hide Syra, the governor claimed that Syra had unfortunately died of the plague.

From then on, this prostitute from Ries became a canary hidden in the shadows, unknown to outsiders.

The governor slipped a jeweled ring onto his plump finger, tilting his head back to enjoy the woman applying wax to his golden beard.

"Give this letter to the little bird, as before. The spider on the other side of the strait needs to know that the chess piece is in place."

After Sylla finished braiding the governor's golden beard, Illyrio handed a letter from the table to the woman and gave her instructions in a serious, low voice.

"Understood." Silas responded to her beloved husband with just two simple words. This wasn't the first time she had relayed a message to him, so there was no need for any solemn promises.

"Black or red, a dragon is a dragon!" Illyrio nodded with relief, then solemnly said something meaningful in front of Syra.

Finally, he looked at his ugly face in the mirror and lamented that the gods had given him wealth and opportunities, but had deprived him of his strong physique and handsome face.

Why are the gods always like this, never letting everyone have their way?

After sighing, Illyrio hugged Sylla and then turned and left the room.

After the governor left, the mute slave with a chain around his neck closed the door expressionlessly.

"It's a cake brought by a maid." Daenerys mustered her courage and looked at Viserys. On the plate she was holding was a lemon cake.

Visery sat down with Daenerys and enjoyed the cake, which made Daenerys secretly relieved.

Every time she tentatively initiated a conversation and did not receive her brother's questioning or beating, it was a way for her to restore their familial bond.

The maid standing outside the door peeked through the crack in the door at the brother and sister who were chatting and laughing as they enjoyed their cake. After a while, she turned and left.

Viserys, who was ostensibly telling his sister Daenerys about Westeros folklore, glanced towards the door as if sensing something.

Secretly, he had already instructed the little fireman to issue the task to the player, calling a mouse a duck.

With that fat man staring at him, how could Viserys not be on guard?

You wouldn't believe it, would you? I can give orders remotely, you fatso.

After stuffing a piece of lemon cake covered in frosting into his mouth, Viserys, who was only putting on an act for outsiders, could no longer stand the cloyingly sweet cake. He smiled slightly at Daenerys and then put down his knife and fork.

Stealing intelligence is also one of the core skills to become an assassin master.

Now, please gather all the information that Illyrio is hiding from His Majesty Viserys in the courtyard and report it to His Majesty. After completing the task, you will receive a bronze-level treasure chest and eighty Kingdom Coins.

Please be careful not to let others see you.

While watching the players who were breathing fire and practicing swordsmanship with great interest, he subtly turned his gaze to the black-armored guards standing in the corner of the courtyard, like statues.

Tsk, I knew it! That fatso wasn't a good person. He really is a treacherous minister with ulterior motives!

The bronze treasure chest... It's still a long way from completing the mission, yet I'm already looking forward to what good stuff I might get from it.

Under the astonished gaze of the Steamed Bun Immortal, Pointing at a Mouse and Calling it a Duck got up, picked up the ox horn cup, and walked to the courtyard gate, sizing up the guards with spiked helmets on either side of the handle.

He then tentatively took a step forward, and seeing that the other party did not react, he understood the situation and immediately left the courtyard.

The maids and mute servants who hurried along the way always inadvertently glanced at the outsider, Zhishuweiya, especially those gloomy armored soldiers, which made Zhishuweiya, who was wandering around, feel uneasy.

Damn, is this some kind of rice dumpling dug out of a grave? It's like calling a mouse a duck.

The wandering figure, calling a mouse a duck, had only one purpose: to figure out the players' sphere of influence and identify areas where they were forbidden from approaching.

Just as he was thinking this, the guards stopped him from calling a mouse a duck.

Peeking inside curiously, I realized that this seemed to be the kitchen where cooking was done, and all I saw was a bucket of swill being carried out.

Which kind-hearted family would station guards at the entrance to their kitchen?

Seeing that the guards remained silent, only looking at him with the same gaze one would give a dead man, he gave an awkward laugh and left dejectedly.

If they won't let us in during the day, we can just come at night. I don't think this intelligence-gathering mission is too difficult. There must be some information that fat man is hiding from His Majesty in the kitchen.

He called the mouse a duck and hummed a little tune as he returned to the courtyard.