I have a Mount and Blade panel and I kill people in the Game of Thrones

After many days, I returned to the service hall of the Iron Bank.

Davos' mood was slightly different from the last time he came.

But the similarity is that each time it is more difficult.

Last time he came with Stannis to borrow money, but this time he came with Lyon to ask for money.

In fact, from Davos' point of view, the wealth of Quesanti, just the magnificent palace, is beyond the imagination of a night watchman like Lyon.

He disguised his identity and asked about the price of the palace in the market.

The answer he got was a rather meagre sum of 100,000 gold dragons, offered by a fearless Braavos merchant.

The other Braavos merchants were obviously afraid of Quesanti's reputation. After all, he was a trading tycoon who was one of the thirteen tycoons in Essos. If they wanted to buy his palace, they had to consider whether they could sleep peacefully in bed after buying it.

The number of 100,000 gold dragons is also very interesting. It is just enough to allow the 100,000 free people who moved south to survive the current difficult time. When the weather gets a little warmer and the land can be reclaimed, these free people will no longer be a burden to Lyon.

Thinking of this, Davos sighed, and he made up his mind that he would take as much as he could no matter what. After all, helping Lyon was helping his lord Stannis.

As a genuine Hand of the King, he is more experienced in dealing with the current difficult situation.

"Mr. Governor and Mr. Keyholder of the Iron Bank..."

"I think we should follow the rules of Braavos."

Davos said, "Since Quesanti has stated that he is willing to exchange all his wealth for a sacred bow called [Ryusei], should the Iron Bank also fulfill the deal?"

The keyholder of the Iron Bank smiled slightly. He certainly understood what Davos meant. However, he shook his head and said:

"It's not that simple, sir. Although Quesanti's wealth is in the Iron Bank, we still have some details to deal with."

Leon frowned and asked, "What details?"

"Well..." The key holder paused, then continued, "For example, interest, custody fees, etc. These are clearly stipulated in the wealth entrustment contract of Quesanti."

"Obviously, the interest that Quesanti deserves cannot cover the custody fees. After all, our Iron Bank has spent manpower and material resources to store his wealth."

Davos' heart sank. He knew this was a common tactic used by the Iron Bank. But he remained calm and said:

"These costs were not mentioned when Quesanti and Lord Lyon made the deal."

"But this is the industry standard." The key holder insisted, "Any bank will charge similar fees."

The Governor at the side also interjected at the right time. He smiled and said:

"I don't know why Quesanti would trade all his wealth for a bow. If I remember correctly, you pointed the bow at him. Maybe he completed the transaction under duress."

"Are you serious? Governor, if that's the case, for the safety of Quesanti's wealth, we should reject this withdrawal application." The key holders echoed the governor and started chatting with a smile.

"Absolutely impossible, Governor. The Sea King witnessed the transaction with his own eyes."

Seeing this, Davos immediately took a step forward and firmly defended himself.

After hearing this, the Governor and the Key Holder immediately retorted in unison:

"Ridiculous! Are you sure that the Sea King really saw your transaction with his own eyes? You know, the Sea King is weak and never shows up outdoors. How could he have seen it with his own eyes?"

"Uh, this? Aren't seeing and witnessing the same thing?"

"Ser Davos, watch your choice of words. I think you are old enough that you don't need us to teach you, right?"

Davos was too honest and fell into the other party's language trap without being careful.

Lyon, who had been listening from the beginning to the end, saw that Davos was at a disadvantage in the negotiations.

His eyes gradually sharpened, and he realized that Davos might have fallen into a trap.

So, Leon asked impatiently:

"That's enough. Stop talking nonsense. What do you want?"

Hearing that Leon was anxious, the key holder and the governor smiled at each other, and the former spoke slowly:

"If you are willing to pay the custody fee, I think we should have no other questions."

"Okay, how much is the storage fee?"

"Lord Commander Lyon, although I have heard about your feat of rescuing 100,000 free men from the White Walkers in Braavos, the number I am talking about may not be raised even if you ask 100,000 free men to bankrupt themselves and raise funds."

The key holder said this and took out a box that had been prepared long ago with a smile on his face. Inside was a list of Quesanti's wealth. He took out a general list from the top layer and handed it to Leon.

Lyon took the master list, which was densely written with various rare treasures, the number of land deeds, and the most important thing - the storage fee.

His face turned gloomy: "So many?"

"This is just a preliminary estimate," the key holder said calmly, "and it doesn't include other possible expenses."

Leon gritted his teeth and said, “I don’t have so much money now.”

"That's all we can do." The Keyholder shrugged. "Unless Quesanti himself comes, you'll have to ask the Sea King or someone else for money."

"Compared to the huge wealth of Quesanti, this custody fee is nothing but a drop in the ocean. What do you think?"

The key holder laughed together with the Governor after he finished speaking.

Especially the huge storage fee of 500,000 gold royals is really staggering.

If this huge sum of money was converted into food, it would be enough for 100,000 free people to enjoy food without worries for a hundred years. They really couldn't believe that Lyon could raise such a huge amount of money.

At this critical juncture, other moneylenders in Braavos would never dare to provide loans to Lyon easily.

These moneylenders who were subservient to money had long been silenced by the Governor and Quesanti and dared not make any rash moves.

Leon fell into deep thought, then asked hesitantly:

"If, I mean if."

"Please go ahead, Commander-in-Chief Lyon."

"If I can come up with this money, you won't have any additional conditions, right?"

Leon put on a reluctant expression and finally put the list back into the wooden box.

"Gods, if you can come up with this amount of money and we dare to embarrass you again, the Titan will probably kick us to death."

The key holder laughed once more with the Governor.

"Commander-in-Chief Lyon, why don't we go and ask the Sea King for help? Besides, I have found a buyer for the Quesanti Palace, and he is willing to pay 100,000 gold royals." At this time, Davos on the side also looked unwilling, and he came up to Lyon and whispered.

However, although he spoke in a low voice, the Governor still heard it.

"It's the gutless guy Yanuk who wants to buy it, right? Don't worry, he won't pay. After all, a dead man has no ability to trade."

When the Governor said this, his tone was as arrogant as he could be.

"Now, Night's Watch, get out with our goodwill and the food in those ten transport ships, or else..."

The key holder added:

"You will be listed as unwelcome by the Iron Bank. The long night of Westeros has come. No one in the entire continent of Essos will sell you a grain of food."