"How did you get Robert Baratheon?" Earl Jon Clinton asked suspiciously, there is a saying that "eat a trench grows a wisdom", and he has a lot more eyes now.

"Yesterday morning we met a group of 'madmen', dressed like Hanako, who broke into the city like crazy, snatched things when they saw them, stuffed them into their mouths when they took them, and drank water directly from the fountain in the town. We still don't dare to drink the water from the fountain, it's disgusting, it's too unqualified! "Well, Earl Jon Clinton was listening to it when the damn "guard" suddenly started talking about drinking water.

"To the point, how did you catch him?" Jon Clinton interrupted the "guard's" ramblings.

"Because they violated the laws of the town, some residents reported their violations, so we, the guards, arrested them!" The 'guards' answer this time was quite succinct.

"How many have you caught?"

"Not many, dozens of them, less than a hundred, but one of them is a particularly powerful sledgehammer, who calls himself Robert Baratheon, Duke of Storm's End. Look at him like that! The duke, he looked like he was a 'flower child', and there was a sour smell on his body, as if something had died on him. Disgusting me! So I said to him, 'If you're Robert Baratheon, I'm your grandfather!' That kid is pretty arrogant, and he is clamoring for me not to die! You say it's infuriating! He's a fool to me, huh? Robert Baratheon had a beard, and the ants with his chin were shiny and slippery when he climbed up! Besides, I've heard that Robert Baratheon is seriously wounded, and his life is not long in coming! The "guard" chattered again, but Earl Jon Clinton didn't care to listen at all, he only cared about the first few words, and the rest was always in the left ear and out the right ear.

Earl Jon Clinton wondered, weren't there at least a thousand of them when the Robert army last ambushed me? So suddenly there are only a few dozen left? Could it be that there was not enough food to eat, so it collapsed? However, even if they were tired enough, hungry and thirsty, and the Robert army finally saw the town, so all kinds of lawless food and drink grabbing were also possible.

"Hand over your captured Robert Baratheon to me!" Earl Jon Clinton really felt that this talkative "guard" was two big heads.

So Robert Baratheon wasn't seriously injured? Didn't the letter say that Robert Baratheon was seriously wounded and would die soon? As he spoke, the "guard" shook a fancy letter in his hand.

This time, Earl Jon Clinton heard, "Where did you see that?" Hearing Jon Clinton's words, Han Xing hurriedly put down the letter in his hand, and the letter with a beautiful style and incense of roses flew in the air, like a colorful butterfly, hovering and falling to the ground.

Earl Jon Clinton immediately had the letter retrieved and read it carefully, but he was annoyed, "This son of a bitch, Mace Tyrell, even writes the number of my troops, and makes it known to the world that I am hunting Robert Baratheon, and it is really cheap to kill him a hundred times." Dare you say that Robert Baratheon is seriously injured and dying? If he's seriously injured and dying, will I not be able to catch up with him? "Especially when he remembered that Mace Tyrell, the bastard, had told himself that Robert's army had been defeated and that he had suffered a great loss in the ravine, and that Earl Jon Clinton hated Mace Tyrell so much.

The worst thing is that this Mace Tyrell also doubled Robert's bounty tenfold, claiming that if he caught Robert Baratheon, he would be rewarded with 1 million gold dragons, and he could be made an earl immediately. Of course, this is the reward for being caught and handed over to the High Court. "I believe that you have money in the high court, and there is nowhere to spend it if you have a lot of money, and I can't care if you want to use it to show off. The problem is that you raised the reward, and as a result, I have to pay the money, which is too much of a loss! The king won't reimburse me! "This is the heart of Earl Jon Clinton.

In particular, Earl Jon Clinton saw the guard's face of being fascinated by money, and the thief leaned his head sideways out of the city, as if he wanted to confirm the value of Robert Baratheon from himself, so that he could "wait for the price and sell"!

"Bring Robert Baratheon to show me!" Jon Clinton coughed to hide his gaffe at the High Court's sky-high bounty.

Soon an unkempt young man was escorted out of the tower, his black hair disheveled and a few straws sticking to him. The face has a thick layer of pot bottom ash, and it looks as if it has just returned from a vacation in the tropics. He was dressed in tattered clothes, and his shoes were torn and his big toe was exposed.

Even Han Xing was taken aback by him, rubbed his eyes and took a closer look before he was sure that this was Robert, okay! Han Xing admired in his heart, "Amazing! sacrificed to this point for the sake of his acting career, I'm afraid that I deliberately went to the straw pile to roll, and then smeared the bottom of the pot on my face! "Even if Han Xing is a friend who is inseparable from him, he can't recognize him, let alone Earl Jon Clinton below!

Robert quietly raised his eyebrows, gave Han Xing a meaningful smile, and then pretended to be stupid and stood at the head of the city.

"Prime Minister, this is the man who calls himself Robert Baratheon! Do you think he looks like Robert Baratheon? As Han Xing narrated, Robert grinned at Earl Jon Clinton below, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth.

"Is this Robert Baratheon? Are you sure? This is obviously a second fool from the countryside! Jon Clinton was disgusted with "Robert Baratheon" at first sight, and thus completely rejected the possibility that this was Robert Baratheon. If Robert could hear what was on his mind, he would have laughed, "I'm not myself anymore!" Hahaha! ”

"Why don't you listen to his voice? Hurry up and tell the Prime Minister that you are Robert Baratheon! Han Xing pretended to kick Robert's ass, and Robert screamed very cooperatively, and said with a crying voice, "I'm Robert Baratheon, my lord!" ”

"Robert Baratheon, like a bear? I see what your name is Radish Baratheon, it's pretty much the same! Jon Clinton thought from the bottom of his heart that Robert could never be like this. Just kidding, Robert Baratheon is a hero of the world, and he is the person who suffered a big loss in the battle of the canyon, he must be dignified, or at least powerful! Otherwise, my dignified "Hand of the King" Count of Eagle Nest City lost to such a "radish", and I must not be ashamed to go to Yaxia!

"Enough, you at least let him freshen up first, his face is full of ashes, who can recognize who he is!" Earl Jon Clinton waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay, okay! Blessed are you, boy, the Prime Minister asked me to give you a 'nice' groom! Someone! Give him a bucket of cold water and make do with the brush for the horse! Han Xing pretended to be proud, then clapped his hands, and two guards pulled the "radish" down.

After a while, a new Robert stood in front of Jon Clinton, but with a smirk on his face.

Han Xing immediately opened his mouth to introduce the slave trader who looked like he was selling slaves: "Look, the black hair is exactly what you described. And this tall figure, with its burly muscles, is exactly what you're looking for in Robert Baratheon. Following Han Xing's description, Robert cooperated to make various bodybuilding poses.

Looking at Han Xing, who enthusiastically introduced "Robert Baratheon", Earl Jon Clinton shook his head, obviously not believing his words at all. The more Han Xing said it, the more he didn't believe that Robert was the real Robert.

"You say he's Robert Baratheon, so why doesn't he have a beard?" Jon Clinton's patience is running out, so he intends to expose the lies of this greedy "guard" directly.

"That's right! You say you are Robert Baratheon, where is your beard? Boy, I'm going to pay the price for playing uncle! Han Xing grabbed Robert by the collar and glared at him viciously.

Robert immediately pretended to be scared, and said tremblingly, "That, I shaved my beard!" I'm afraid that people will recognize me! "Heaven is merciful, Robert is telling the truth!

"You heard it, he said it, he shaved his beard!" Han Xing immediately changed his face and said to Earl Jon Clinton with a flattering expression.

"With your clumsy acting skills, you still want to cheat me out of my money? It's too tender! I will return what I said, I will pay the price for playing uncle! Earl Jon Clinton had run out of patience, he growled.

"Don't don't, don't worry, I'll ask him to put on his helmet, take a weapon and take a look at it, do you want to stick a fake beard? What do you think? Your Excellency, Prime Minister! Jon Clinton was already on the verge of an outburst, but he just sneered to see what clumsy tricks this bastard "guard" could use to trick himself, and he wanted to see if they would coax themselves with papier-mâché hammers and wooden helmets.

But at first glance, not to mention that this "Carrot Baratheon" is really dressed in a decent set of armor, the antlers on it are shining in the sun, and even the sledgehammer in his hand is full of weight, and it falls to the ground with a "bang" sound, which really looks like Robert Baratheon's!

Mace Tyrelll's notice letter had a portrait of Robert, so he immediately picked it up and looked at it, and the painting of Robert looked unusually tall, with a long beard, knotted muscles, powerful muscles, and piercing eyes, which perfectly matched Jon Clinton's image of an opponent.

He secretly praised in his heart, "What a man among men, only such a real man is qualified to be my opponent!" "This is a preconceived notion at work, the man in this portrait does look heroic, very domineering, completely in line with the image of the rebel leader and hero in people's minds, the problem is that Robert is just a 20-year-old young man, and the man in this portrait looks at least 40 years old! Although Robert likes to grow a beard on weekdays, he doesn't look old to this point! No wonder the ancient wanted warrants basically couldn't catch people! It's completely free for the artist to play!