Game of Thrones: From a deserter to a high-ranking official

Chapter 7: Storytelling, the Feast, the Second Sons' Group, and Lisanro Rogar

"Father, they didn't come for the bounty," Lisangluo said, handing the letter to Lisangzhuo. "They gave me a letter, asking me to give it to you, and then they said..."

"What did you say? Stop stammering!" Lisangzhuo snapped impatiently.

"They said they brought you what you wanted."

"...Who was the messenger?"

"The White Legion's crossbowmen captain, Vito Coppola, and the logistics captain, Tiberio Mode."

Lisangzhuo frowned repeatedly after hearing the name.

He had heard of Vito before; he was indeed in charge of the crossbowmen in the White Legion.

But this logistics captain, Tiberius Mod...

"Tiberius, Jules never put you in charge of logistics, and the title of logistics captain is utter nonsense," Vito warned Tiberius while they waited in the side courtyard.

"I know, this is something I arranged for myself on the spot."

"Why?" Vito asked curiously.

Tiberius was not the kind of person who was obsessed with titles; on the contrary, he always advocated "building a reputation through bravery."

"Because, at least on the surface, you and I should be on the same level, otherwise how am I supposed to convince him later?" Tiberius explained to Vito.

"For Lisandro, although he doesn't have the same strict hierarchical system in his mind as the lords of Westeros, the words of a twelve-year-old kid and the words of the 'White Legion's Logistics Captain' are two different things in Lisandro's mind."

Tiberius.

"What's wrong?"

Vito looked down at Tiberius with a mixture of mockery and seriousness on his face.

"But no matter what, you're still a twelve-year-old brat—even though you're exceptionally clever today."

"And you're absolutely right, Lisandro does indeed... have some issues with our White Legion. Even though we just helped him repel the Ironborn's invasion of his manor."

Then, Vito couldn't hold back any longer and asked Tiberius in a low voice.

"Are you sure that while you were unconscious, in your dream, you didn't sleep with the old woman from the Seven Gods?"

"Vito."

"exist."

"In the dream, the warriors among the seven gods instill martial virtue and combat skills in you."

"Then can I preserve my chastity now, so that when I'm unconscious, the seven goddesses that appear in my dreams are the maidens among them: let them infuse me with innocence and purity."

"I will definitely show her what purity and fidelity truly mean!"

Just as the two were bickering, Ritsuzo walked over.

"Tiberius, and Lord Vito, my father wishes to see you."

The two immediately stopped laughing and tried their best to put on a solemn expression.

"Tiberius Mode, the logistics captain of the White Legion... Ha! This brat, how dare he put such a big label on himself!" Lisanzhuo sneered after reading the letter.

He only saw Tiberius wake up from his bed at noon today.

As for the logistics captain... unless Jules is crazy, how could he possibly let a twelve-year-old kid be in charge?

Even if he was indeed brave enough to kill a commoner with a spear when he was twelve years old.

For this reason, Lisandro intends to meet these two, especially Tiberius.

Regardless, if all goes well, this kid might become the next mercenary legend in the future, just like his uncle, "The Keeper of Faith" Jules.

"Greetings, my lord." Upon entering the inner quarters, Tiberius and Vito bowed to Lisandro first, their faces beaming with smiles.

After all, they are big spenders, so it's not shameful for them to be humble!

"Tiberius, I have something to do tonight and may not be able to attend your White Legion's so-called banquet." Lisandro was not as amiable as he had been at noon, but had changed his demeanor; although he was still smiling, it was enough to let the visitor know that the host did not want to see the guests at this moment.

"As for your claim of 'bringing what Lisandro wanted,' that's utter nonsense! What I wanted, your uncle 'The Keeper of the Faith' Jules already refused!" Lisandro roared. "Moreover, you and Mr. Vito next to you heard the whole story, and your uncle, to protect his reputation, didn't hesitate to let him die!"

His son, Lisanlo, stood by his side, and couldn't help but feel worried for Tiberius.

He had never seen his father lose his composure in front of outsiders.

[Tiberius, you'd better really have a way to persuade my father.] Lisanro muttered to himself. [Such anger is truly rare!]

"My lord, what I have brought is exactly what you desire!" Tiberius said politely. "Please allow me to finish."

Lisangzhuo waved his hand, signaling the butler to bring an hourglass.

"I have three minutes. After that, I need to find the leaders of the other mercenary groups."

Here, Lisandro plays a little word game: he could either go to other mercenary group leaders to find his daughter, or he could choose to hire them instead of Tiberius.

To put it bluntly, if Tiberius couldn't convince Lisandro within three minutes, he would really have to slink back to Jules, and might even face the possibility of his major client backing out.

"First, I'd like to ask you: Sir, what do you think is the difference between humans and animals?"

Li Sanluo's brows were almost knotted together.

Not Tiberius, it's only three minutes, and you still want to ask my father questions?

And how was my father supposed to answer that question? He'd never touched a book in his entire life except for account books!

Uh, maybe we should also add the slave register and the perfume garden bed slave list...

"What's the difference?" Risang asked, frowning. "Could it be more desire?"

"We're almost there, Lord Lisandro!" Tiberius's face still wore that gentle smile. His slightly curly black hair and lingering baby fat subtly dispelled Lisandro's hostility.

"Dignity, my lord. It is also a kind of desire! The desire for dignity is the biggest difference between humans and animals."

"The White Legion has just defeated the Ironborn who came to plunder your estate, and tonight's feast is to commemorate that victory."

“But I’ve already given your uncle enough gold coins,” Lisangzhuo sneered. “Besides, what’s the point of me going to your banquet? Mercenaries’ feasts need prostitutes and alcohol, and I’m just a decrepit old man.”

"They defended your estate and received your gold coins, which is fair, as it is part of the contract, and the White Legion never breaches it."

"However, Lord Lisanzhuo, mercenaries also desire honor and dignity, in addition to gold coins."

"We Westeros, in particular, have always valued honor more than gold coins than Essos. This is evident in my uncle Jules the Keeper of the Faith, who would rather be struck by three arrows than back down, determined to fulfill his employer's contract."

"And when you appear at the banquet, the mercenaries will feel honored. They will naturally crave gold coins. You are generous, and now the mercenaries of the White Legion are talking about your generosity. They praise you as 'Generous' Rogal."

"However, if they could also gain some talking points and the opportunity to dine at the same table as someone as wealthy as you, they would be even happier!"

"But in the end, you are still mercenaries," Lisandro interrupted Tiberius's speech.

“It’s the White Legion, Lord Lisandro,” Tiberius corrected him. “They are a mercenary group that places extreme importance on honor and trust. Our leader is Jules the Keeper of the Faith, which sets us apart from other mercenary groups!”

Lisangzhuo remained silent, after all, it was true.

Tiberius struck while the iron was hot.

"All you have to do is show up at the banquet for half an hour, pat those young soldiers on the shoulder, and praise their bravery and sense of responsibility. That will earn you the unanimous praise and support of the entire White Legion."

"In the upcoming battle between the Kingdom of the Three Daughters and Valantis, I believe that these White Legion soldiers, inspired by you, will fight to their last drop of blood for your estate and slaves!"

"Because of you, the great Lord Lisandro, you treated every one of us in the White Legion as brave warriors, not lowly mercenaries!"

"And in return, your reputation for 'generosity and compassion for warriors' will appear in the songs of the bards!"

"You will absolutely establish an excellent reputation among mercenaries, making them more willing to hire you!"

When he got emotional, Tiberius knelt down, his right hand on his chest, his eyes filled with the pure innocence of a young boy. Completely devoid of ulterior motives.

"As for us, the White Legion!"

"If you truly attend tonight's banquet and applaud our courage, then, as the saying goes, there can only be one sun in the sky, and in the hearts of our White Legion, there is only one sun!"