Chapter 32 Jenny

  "The next morning, Ian slept undisturbed until he woke up naturally.

  Although he had a nightmare the previous night, he still felt very energetic, and his mind was much clearer than the night before because he had slept for eight hours.

  After Ian finished washing up, as was his habit in his previous life, Rohr came over and reported to him: "Master."

  "No, no," Ian quickly interrupted him, "Don't call me 'Master.' If you are comfortable with it, just call me Sir Lucien That's my current identity."

  "As you wish, Sir Lucien," Rohr shrugged. "Jenny Hyde, the niece of the landlady Martha, came and knocked on the door just now."

  "Where is she?".

  "I told her you were still sleeping, and she left."

  "Then go and ask her to come back now."

  "Want to order some more food, by the way? We haven't eaten yet."

  "Okay."

  Rohr took the order and left the room, returning with Jenny two minutes later.

  Jenny Hyde is a young girl, not yet 18 years old. While she may not be a great beauty, her appearance is quite lovely, especially her eyes, which shine with intelligence. She was wearing a beautiful navy blue linen dress, with her long brown hair hanging on her shoulders, and a delicate calf exposed under the skirt. This is probably her most expensive dress, Ian guessed.

  "Your Excellency," Jenny quickly lowered her head and saluted upon seeing Ian. But Ian could still sense that she was stealing glances at him.

  "What did Martha say to you yesterday?" Ian's face darkened.

  "She didn't say anything. She just asked me to recall how many of the guests who stayed at the inn yesterday were here for the first time and then asked me to report to you today."

  "Why didn't she come in person?"

  "She is still in the kitchen. You may not know that she is the only chef in our inn. If she leaves the kitchen, the inn won't be able to operate normally. So she asked me to be at your disposal at any time."

  "Aren't you curious about what I want to do?"

  "Of course, I'm curious, but my aunt refused to say anything. She just asked me to serve you seriously. She said that you are the richest man in the world, even richer than the Volantis Archon She told me to seize the opportunity. Even if it's only for one night, or even just once, with your generosity, it's enough to keep us clothed and well fed for a lifetime."

  "Let you wear your most beautiful dress to serve me. If you can climb into my bed, you'll be prosperous from now on, right?" Ian rolled his eyes.

  "Oh, sir." After Ian exposed her intentions, Jenny's face turned red. She defended in a low voice, "I just didn't expect you to be so young. I'm two years older than you!"

  "Stop your wicked thoughts," Ian brought the conversation back to business. He had no interest in flirting with a young woman right now. "Tell me, who were the strangers who stayed in the inn yesterday?"

  "There were a total of 14 people who arrived at our inn yesterday and stayed overnight. Eleven of them were new faces. Seeing how important this task was, I quickly started collecting information."

  "So many?"

  "Yes, sir, that's the norm at our place. Most guests rest here for a night when passing through, so we often have strangers."

  "What were the characteristics of these 11 people?"

  "I'm afraid I can't answer that question."

  "Why?"

  "Only three of them are left in the inn now. The others bought some dry food before dawn. Jenny explained tremblingly, "I wanted to come and report to you at that time, but this knight stopped me. I couldn't possibly stop them myself, right?"

  "You didn't mention why you were here?" Rohr frowned.

  "I didn't know what to say," Jenny's eyes avoided meeting theirs. She had come with ulterior motives, and when Rohr rejected her, she was too frightened to speak.

  "It's okay," Ian interrupted the two of them. "Tell me about the remaining three people who stayed."

  "Okay," Jenny nodded in relief. "Among the remaining three, one of them is a mercenary who's currently drinking in the lobby. I chatted with him briefly, and he said he came here to try his luck and find a job. But I don't think he looks like a mercenary at all. He's too thin and seems to lack any strength. I feel like any of the stable boys here could beat him."

  "Player!" This was Ian's first thought. Because a player's combat effectiveness has nothing to do with their physical appearance, just as age does not affect the character's capabilities. The final character image is not tied to the character's stats.

  "So, what about his other characteristics? What armor is he wearing? What weapons does he have?"

  "This is the most peculiar part! He has no armor or weapons. He's wearing a very old silk shirt with gold thread embroidery and has a powdered face."

  "Tell me about the other two people," Ian urged.

  "The remaining two people were a pair of master and servant, a middle-aged knight and an 11- or 12-year old page. They requested a luxurious single room and asked for a bundle of straw mats, likely for the page. They are still in the room now, they probably haven't awakened yet."

  Jenny recalled, "When they arrived yesterday afternoon, my aunt suggested to the knight that he should go to the Ward family's manor to assist Sir Wilder and the others, but he ruthlessly declined. The knight claimed he was rushing to King's Landing and didn't have time to play house with the poor knights of the Riverlands."

  "Do you know his last name?"

  "I don't know; he didn't introduce his surname."

  "What about his coat of arms? Did he have a coat of arms?"

  "Yes, there was something painted on his cloak," Jenny recalled. "It seemed to be a tower."

  "One or two?" Ian's first thought was the twin blue towers of the Frey family.

  "One, sir, I'm certain."

  "What about other features? For instance, the color of the tower, the color of the cloak, and anything else on the pattern besides the tower?"

  "The tower is yellow, and the cloak is black. No, wait, it's red," Jenny scratched her head. "I can't remember clearly, I didn't pay special attention at the time."

  "Black with a red base and a yellow tower," Ian repeated. A few minutes later, he asked, "Did the cloak you saw come in both red and black, with a yellow tower and four flames emerging from the black part in the middle?"

  "Oh, so those were flames!" Jenny said, seemingly surprised.