Chapter 595 Customs Headquarters

The words of the interior corps chief made the tavern silent, and everyone turned their heads to look at the unlucky guy sitting in the corner.

He was wearing a white cloak, with a hood on which he couldn't see his cheeks clearly, and a long sword hung from his waist.

In fact, although this kind of attire is special, it is not uncommon in King's Landing. After all, there are many people of all kinds in this city, and there are people who want to hide themselves. Naturally, it is normal.

Hearing the words of the spy captain, the hooded man sitting in the corner with a wine glass in his hand froze slightly.

On the other side, the spy captain wearing a mask had slightly cold eyes, and his palm couldn't help but grasp the crossbow at his waist.

This person gave him a very dangerous feeling, which is why he opened his mouth to question each other. This is the sixth sense and experience that tends to be cultivated 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, his face was full of astonishment.

"grown ups?"

"What's wrong?"

This is a weather-beaten cheek that looks about forty years old, with a forehead pattern on his forehead, a messy chin beard, golden yellow mixed with a little gray.

And the spy captain of the Ministry of Internal Affairs saw the honest and simple face of the other party, and a harmless image of humans and animals suddenly rose.

But he still did not relax his vigilance, but walked over with the hand crossbow tightly around his waist, walked in front of him, looked up and down with his eyes, and then asked again.

"who are you?"

"Rely on this guy to beg for food, my lord, you know that King's Landing is not easy to receive work recently."

And this man with short blond hair, beard, and hook nose patted the long sword on his waist, and spoke in the dialect of the valley.

"I'm following a Braavos fleet now. We stay in King's Landing for half a month. When all the goods are sold out, we will bring in another batch of goods and return to Braavos."

Mercenaries are actually legal in many parts of the Seven Kingdoms. Although they are not members of the regular army, they are good at fighting and collecting money.

And not all mercenaries will do some illegal activities, those are only a few, most mercenaries are still escorting caravans, collecting rewards, and when necessary, they will be taken into the army to help loyal lords fight wars.

"Bravos' fleet?"

The spy captain of the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not loosen his brows when he heard the middle-aged man's words, but stretched out his hand.

"Show me the certificate."

The customs of King's Landing issued a certificate to every foreign ship entering the port, and every crew member or escort mercenary and even slaves would have a certificate of identity.

This is a plan recently implemented by the Customs Headquarters, a department under the Minister of Finance and the Minister of Justice. The person who proposed him was Davos Seaworth, the Earl of the Rainforest, the Onion Knight.

After the Onion Knights bowed their knees and surrendered with Storm's End army. Fortunately, he was appreciated by Viserys, started the second spring of his career, and was promoted to the Minister of Customs Headquarters of the kingdom.

He manages all the caravans entering and leaving the port and the investigation of smuggling, etc., and cooperates with the tax department to investigate tax evasion and tax evasion.

The policy of identity documents was proposed by Sir Davos when he took office, based on his previous experience as a good smuggler. It can be said that it is very prescriptive and hits the nail on the head.

The role of this policy is to facilitate strict inspection of smuggling, control entry and exit personnel, facilitate management and other duties, etc. For a time, many underworld forces that rely on smuggling to survive are miserable.

"Identity credentials?"

"Okay, my lord."

The golden-haired middle-aged mercenary did not hesitate, and handed out his identity certificate with a smile.

He also seems to be an old man who has been in the world for many years. He is not familiar with the place outside the home, and naturally he does not dare to offend these secret agents of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

After the spy captain from the Ministry of Internal Affairs took it over, he simply checked the other party's identity certificate and found that there was no problem, so he could only hand it back, then took a deep look at the other party, and then turned to say hello to his subordinates to leave.

"Go, withdraw!"

The agents from the Ministry of Internal Affairs came and walked quickly, and disappeared without a trace in less than half a cup of tea.

No one knew where they came from and how they disappeared. After all, no one dared to follow these evil stars, but the alcoholic who just drank too much and spread rumors would definitely not be able to get out.

Everyone in the tavern felt a little cold in their hearts, feeling that they had escaped a catastrophe. Fortunately, they didn't say much, otherwise, one more person would be taken away.

Then someone turned to look at the middle-aged mercenary sitting in the corner who was just being questioned, and raised the wine glass in his hand.

"Brother, you were just too lucky. If those guys find out what's wrong with you, I'm afraid."

The drinker at the adjacent table raised his glass, and the blond middle-aged man shook his head happily, raised his glass and drank it.

"Yeah, just scared me too."

"What's your name? Make a friend. I may have a job to do here in a while, and I need a clever hand. I think you are quite suitable."

"James, my name is James Stone, my mother is a whore, and my father doesn't know which bastard it is."

"Wow, you actually have the same name as the famous King Killer?"

"There are many people named James in the world, and the Kingslayer may have died in some corner."

"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?"

"Is he not afraid of death?"

The middle-aged mercenary with a hook nose shook his head and said with a smile.

That night, Cersei begged Viserys to visit her father.

After all, tomorrow is the day to judge Tywin Lannister. Cersei had thought of countless ways to save her father, but she was powerless, not even qualified to put on a black suit.

She is not a high-ranking queen now, just a 'canary' who looks bright but is actually imprisoned in the red castle, including her pair of children, Joffrey and Myrcella, and may not even be able to live again in her life. out of here.

So she wanted to see her father again tonight and give him his last ride.

Coincidentally, Tyrion, who has never been to visit since Tywin was escorted back to King's Landing, also requested to come to the prison tonight, after all, this is likely to be his father's last night alive.

He also has many questions to ask him.

However, before that, someone came to his residence outside the Red Fort and found Tyrion.