The words of the head of the Internal Affairs Corps caused silence in the tavern, and everyone turned their heads to look at the unlucky guy sitting in the corner.
He was wearing a white cloak, with a hood that made it difficult to see his face, and a long sword hanging from his waist.
In fact, although such attire is special, it is not uncommon in King's Landing. After all, there are many people of all kinds in this city, and it is normal for there to be people who want to hide themselves.
After hearing what the spy captain said, the hooded man sitting in the corner holding the wine glass froze slightly.
On the other side, the masked secret agent captain's eyes were slightly cold, and his palm could not help but grasp the crossbow on his waist.
This person gave him a very dangerous feeling, which was why he started to question him. This was due to his sixth sense and experience developed after working in the Ministry of Internal Affairs for many years.
However, then he saw the other party put down the wine glass in his hand, and then raised his head, with surprise written all over his face.
"grown ups?"
"What's wrong?"
This is a weather-beaten face. He looks about forty years old. There are already wrinkles on his forehead. The beard on his chin is messy, golden and mixed with a little gray.
When the secret agent captain of the Ministry of Internal Affairs saw the other party's honest and honest face, an image of a harmless person suddenly emerged.
But he still did not relax his vigilance. Instead, he held the hand crossbow at his waist and walked over, walked up to him, looked at the other person up and down carefully, and then asked again.
"who are you?"
"I rely on this guy to make a living, my lord. You know it's not easy to get jobs in King's Landing these days."
The man with short blond hair, a beard and a hooked nose patted the sword on his waist, and then spoke in a dialect from the other side of the valley.
"I am following a fleet from Braavos. We will stay in King's Landing for half a month. When all the goods are sold, we will buy another batch and return to Braavos."
Mercenaries are actually legal in many places in the Seven Kingdoms. Although they are not members of the regular army, they are good at fighting and receive money to do things.
And not all mercenaries will do some illegal activities. Those are a minority. The majority of mercenaries mainly escort caravans and collect rewards. When necessary, they will be recruited into the army to help their loyal lords fight in wars.
"A fleet from Braavos?"
When the secret agent captain of the Ministry of Internal Affairs heard what this middle-aged man said, his brows did not loosen, but he stretched out his hand.
"Show me the voucher."
King's Landing's customs issued a voucher to every foreign ship entering the port, and every crew member or escorting mercenary, including slaves, would have an identity voucher.
This is a plan recently implemented by the Customs Headquarters, a department under the Chancellor of Finance and the Minister of Justice. The person who proposed it is Davos Seaworth, the Earl of the Rainforest and the Onion Knight.
After the Onion Knight surrendered along with the Storm's End army, he was fortunate enough to be appreciated by Viserys, and started the second spring of his career, and was promoted to the head of the kingdom's customs headquarters.
He manages all fleets and caravans entering and exiting the port, detects smuggling and other activities, cooperates with the tax department to investigate tax evasion, and cooperates with Ser Brynden Tully of the City Guard to arrest criminals.
The policy of identity certificates was proposed by Sir Davos when he took office, based on his previous experience as an outstanding smuggler. It can be said that it is very targeted and hits the nail on the head.
The purpose of this policy is to facilitate strict investigation of smuggling, control of entry and exit personnel, and facilitate management of other responsibilities. For a time, many evil forces who relied on smuggling to survive were miserable.
"Identity credentials?"
"Okay, sir."
The blond-haired middle-aged mercenary did not hesitate and handed over his identity certificate with a smile on his face.
He seemed to be an old man who had been around for many years. He was unfamiliar with the place he was away from home, so he naturally did not dare to offend these secret agents of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
After the secret agent captain of the Ministry of Internal Affairs took it over, he briefly checked the other party's identity certificate and found that there was no problem, so he could only hand it back again, then took a deep look at the other party, then turned around and waved his subordinates to leave.
"Go, retreat!"
The spies from the Ministry of Internal Affairs left as quickly as they came, disappearing without a trace in less than half a cup of tea.
No one knows where they came from and how they disappeared. After all, no one dares to follow these evil stars, but the drunkard who just drank too much and spread rumors will definitely not come out.
Everyone in the tavern felt a little cold inside, feeling that they had escaped a big disaster. They were glad that they had not said anything more, otherwise one more person would have been taken away.
Then someone turned to look at the middle-aged mercenary sitting in the corner who had just been questioned, and raised the wine glass in his hand.
"Brother, you were so lucky just now. If those guys find out that there is something wrong with you, I'm afraid"
The drinker at the next table raised his glass, and the blond middle-aged man shook his head happily, also raised his glass, clinked it, and drank it down in one gulp.
"Yeah, it scared me just now."
"What's your name? Make a friend. I may have a job to do here in the future, and I need a smart person. I think you are quite suitable."
"James, my name is James Stone. My mother is a prostitute and my father is an asshole."
"Wow, you actually have the same name as the famous Regicide?"
"There are still many people named James in the world. The regicide may have died somewhere."
"And even if he is still alive, how can he dare to return to King's Landing if he doesn't hide in the gutter?"
"Isn't he afraid of death?"
The middle-aged mercenary with blond hair and beard mixed with a little gray and a hooked nose shook his head and said with a smile.
That night, Cersei asked to see Viserys, hoping to visit her father.
After all, tomorrow is the day of Tywin Lannister's trial. Cersei has thought of countless ways to save her father, but she is unable to do anything. She is not even qualified to wear black clothes.
She is no longer a high-ranking queen now, she is just a 'canary' who looks glamorous but is actually imprisoned in the Red Keep, including her two children, Joffrey and Myrcella, and may even never be able to see her again in her lifetime.
Out of here.
So she wanted to see her father again tonight and see him off for the last time.
Coincidentally, Tyrion, who has never visited Tywin since he was escorted back to King's Landing, also requested to visit him in prison tonight. After all, this is likely to be the last night his father is alive.
He also had many questions to ask him.
However, before that, someone came to his residence outside the Red Keep and found Tyrion.