After meeting Kevan in Tyrion's card room, Lancelot headed to Tyrion's casino.
Tyrion's casino was now filled with a variety of games, featuring many entertainment methods Lancelot had provided from his past life:
Mahjong, Pai Gow, Poker, Dice, and more.
Upon arriving at the casino, Lancelot found it packed.
Members of House Lannister recognized Lancelot and immediately approached to inquire.
"Ser Lancelot, what brings you here?"
"I'm here to exchange my gold for silver. Tell the gamblers here: one Golden Lion coin exchanges for one hundred Silver Stags. The Golden Lion is equal in weight to the Gold Dragon," Lancelot said.
"Wouldn't that be a huge loss?" the man asked. (Note: Assuming 1 Gold Dragon = ~200 Silver Stags, exchanging 1 Gold Lion (equal to Gold Dragon) for only 100 Silver Stags means Lancelot is giving less silver per gold than market value if he's the one giving silver. But the previous chapter said he was giving a "sweetener," implying he gave more silver per gold or asked for less silver per gold. Here, if he is giving gold and getting silver, getting only 100 silver for 1 gold is a bad deal for him, but a great deal for the person giving him silver if the market rate is lower. Wait, the market rate is ~200 silver/gold. If he gives 1 gold for 100 silver, he is paying 1 gold to get 100 silver. That's a terrible deal for him (he's overpaying for silver? No, he's getting half the silver he should). Or is he selling silver for gold? The previous chapter said "exchange one gold coin for one hundred silver coins" as a sweetener. If the market is 1G=210S, and he offers 1G=100S, that's a terrible deal for the person with silver. If he offers 100S for 1G, that's a great deal for the person with silver. It's confusing. Let's assume Lancelot is buying silver with gold. If he gives 1 Gold for 100 Silver, he is paying double the market price for silver (since normally 1 Gold buys ~200 Silver). This fits the "sweetener" logic: people will rush to give him 100 silver for a gold coin because normally they'd need ~200.)
"Playing in the casino, the money eventually returns to the house anyway."
This was Tyrion's casino, meaning Tyrion would make a hefty profit today regardless.
"Please wait a moment, I will notify them immediately!" The man left.
Lancelot sat down at a dice game table.
There weren't many people here, but the rules were simple: guess high or low with six dice.
For more specific bets, one could guess the exact total.
Betting on odd or even paid 1.9 to 1. Betting on 6 or 36 paid 100 to 1.
"Ser, care to play a round?" asked a scantily clad woman.
This was someone Tyrion had brought over from the brothel.
Since the casino opened, business at the brothel was sometimes affected.
So, to increase efficiency, Tyrion had them work two jobs. As for whether he paid two salaries, Lancelot didn't know.
But knowing Tyrion, he probably paid one and a half salaries at most.
"You know me? What is your name?" Lancelot asked.
"Ser Lancelot, my name is Ros. I'm from the North, come to King's Landing to make a living. I saw you once in the Winter Town outside Winterfell," the bunny girl said.
"I see. Then let's play for a while!"
It seemed exchanging the money would take a long time! Lancelot sat down, and several others joined him.
Lancelot didn't have X-ray vision, so he couldn't see through the cup to know the points in advance.
He relied purely on luck. But shockingly, his luck was explosive.
From his initial single Gold Dragon, he won up to one hundred Gold Dragons.
Ros seemed to think Lancelot shouldn't play anymore; if the casino lost money, she would be punished.
"Ser Lancelot, stop!"
"What's wrong?" Lancelot looked at her.
She pulled Lancelot into a corner and whispered,
"Surely you know—no, you definitely know—this is Lord Tyrion's casino. Is it really appropriate for you to win his money here? After all, you are both Lannisters!"
"Are you advising me to quit while I'm ahead? Fine! For Tyrion's sake, I'll stop!"
Lancelot stopped betting. When the casino manager brought all the exchanged silver to Lancelot, he paused.
"Ser Lancelot, you still have one hundred Gold Dragons? Do you want to exchange those too?"
"Yes, exchange them! Change it all into Silver Stags!"
"Alright, please wait a moment!"
Another hour passed, and the casino manager had several men carry in two large chests.
"Here are ten thousand Silver Stags. Do you need them delivered to the Red Keep?"
"No need. Gendry, let's go!" Lancelot said.
A man wearing a bull-horned helm stepped out from behind Lancelot. He picked up a large chest in each hand and followed Lancelot.
"Such strength! Just like King Robert in his youth!" The casino manager remarked, watching Gendry's back. He had fought in the Usurper's War when he was young and had seen King Robert's prowess.
"But to think such a man chose to be a guard for Lancelot! He truly is amazing!" The manager said, looking at Lancelot's retreating figure.
After returning to the Red Keep with Gendry, Lancelot planned to continue his alchemy, but he realized he had forgotten to prepare the greenish-brown liquid made of Wildfire and human blood!
Smack! Lancelot slapped his forehead.
"Seems like with so much going on lately, I forgot! I still need to confirm the map of the Wildfire beneath King's Landing with Jaime."
Lancelot found Jaime on guard duty outside King Robert's chambers. Dressed in white armor and a white cloak, he looked majestic and imposing. A faint smile played on his lips—a smile sharp as a blade, unforgettable to anyone who saw it.
Even Jon Snow, upon seeing him, had to admit Jaime Lannister fit his fantasy of what a knight should be.
Born of a noble house, son of a great lord, famous from a young age, mentored by legends, and handsome to boot.
"Lancelot? What are you doing here? Looking for King Robert? He is... attending to official business. Please wait," Jaime Lannister looked at Lancelot in surprise.
Although Lancelot sometimes visited Robert, he never came when the King was sleeping with women.
"No, no, no. I'm looking for you!" Lancelot shook his head.
"Looking for me? For what?" Jaime was puzzled.
"I need the distribution map of the Wildfire beneath King's Landing. I figure you're the person who knows it best," Lancelot said.
Hearing him mention Wildfire, Jaime Lannister's expression changed.
Only he knew how much Wildfire the Mad King Aerys had buried beneath King's Landing. If ignited, it would reduce the entire city to ruins.
"Wildfire is extremely dangerous, and this is King's Landing. If not disposed of correctly, everyone in the city could be doomed."
"I know. That's why I'm here to destroy it. Tell me the locations of the Wildfire, Jaime," Lancelot said.
"Go to the White Sword Tower. In the desk in my room, there is a book called The Knight of the Seven Kingdoms. Inside is a map marking all the Wildfire locations in King's Landing that I know of," Jaime said.
"The Knight of the Seven Kingdoms? You have good taste, reading that book!" Lancelot remarked.
"Naturally. My taste is the best!" Jaime raised an eyebrow.
From King Robert's room came the sounds of a woman begging for mercy and Robert's familiar, booming laughter.
Lancelot clicked his tongue and left.
The White Sword Tower was the residence of the Kingsguard. The tower wasn't tall, and only seven people lived there.
When Lancelot arrived, he found only Ser Barristan Selmy present. The old knight was getting on in years, so he spent more time in the White Sword Tower than before.
"Lancelot, what brings you here?" Ser Barristan asked upon seeing him.
"Is this your first time here?" he continued.
"I saw it from afar with Joffrey when I was little, but yes, this is my first time inside!"
Lancelot looked around. The decor was simple and concise, not luxurious at all. It was even somewhat plain.
Perhaps the only luxurious things about the Kingsguard were their armor and cloaks.
"What do you think of this tower?" Barristan asked.
"White stone tower, white stone pile; white stone piles a white tower; white tower, white stone pile."
Lancelot recited.
"What is that? A tongue twister!" Barristan was momentarily stunned.