"Do you think there will be mercenaries here to help you out of the siege?"

……

In the halls of Winterfell's main castle, the Starks sat around the Duke's stone chairs, while a group of retainers stood on either side of the hall, staring at a dwarf in the center of the hall.

"I hope there will be, but it's unlikely." Tyrion looked up at the red-haired lady on the throne, and said helplessly: "Instead of dwelling on this matter, Madame should go and ask the wizard to save your son as soon as possible, of course, it would be best if you could calm down during this time."

"It's one thing to save Bran, it's another to punish the murderer." Caitlin said, "If it goes well, we'll risk your life to save him." ”

"Madame is so sure I'm going to fail?"

"This isn't Eagle's Nest."

……

Mrs. Stark's suspicion that Tyrion was the assassin of her son Bran has reached the point of prejudice, along with what happened to her husband.

Therefore, despite the arguments of the dwarfs of the Lannister family, they could not win her trust, and in the end, the dwarf had to propose a jousting trial.

Martial arts trials are a method of adjudicating and resolving disputes.

The people of Westeros believed that the gods would be on the side of justice in the trial fight, and that if a suspect won the trial, he would be innocent.

This duel can be played in person, or someone else can be assigned,

Unfortunately, Tyrion glanced at everyone in the hall and said that no one was helping him play, and everyone seemed to be full of hatred for him, and their eyes seemed to be eager to swallow him in one bite.

If the Hound was still here, he would probably take the job, after all, the Lannisters have always been generous. However, he had already continued north, and was sent to the Great Wall.

Damn Stark!

Cursing, he swept his gaze to someone in the crowd, and couldn't help but ignite a glimmer of hope.

"Sir ...... Cranston"

Noticed, Charles spread his hands, and Tyrion shut his mouth in a huff.

Although the attitude of the wizard is different from that of others, it is also delusional to let the family go on the field to solve the siege in person.

After all, many people now treat him as a god......

Giving up unrealistic thoughts, he turned his head to look around, and there was no one in the field to help him, which couldn't help but make him despair.

"Gnomes can choose to play in person." Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, someone in the audience made an ill-intentioned proposal.

Tyrion gritted his teeth and said, "I can also choose to wear black robes." ”

"Yes, that's right, if you plead guilty."

"I've explained to you countless times that I didn't do that! What's in it for me? I'm not stupid! ”

"Who knows if you're good or not, but the little devil is good at lying, everyone knows that."

"That's right, the Lannisters don't have a good thing!" Someone next to him chimed in loudly

"You ......," Tyrion chuckled angrily.

In this case, the best option is to put on a black robe and join the Night's Watch army to clear all blame, but I don't know what Tyrion thinks, now that he has reached this point, he has not even made up his mind to actually join, but only pays lip service.

Could it be that he has other back-hands?

Charles didn't know, but he didn't think it would be good to be a cold eyer at this time.

In any case, this can be regarded as "helping himself", and the reason for falling into this step is not because of himself or the so-called Lannister, but because of saving people.

Save King's Landing on those who have nothing to do with it.

Such a "good person" should not have been like this.

And he didn't do it.

Seeing that the scene was at a stalemate, he spoke: "The dwarf is physically handicapped, and it is not fair to fight with normal people, so I suggest that he should get some help." What do you think, Lady Caitlin? ”

Hearing him say this, a trace of embarrassment flashed on Catelyn's face on the main seat, "What you said makes sense, but this helps ......"

"I can provide him with a weapon." Charles replied.

So the master here simply nodded.

It's better if this person doesn't play in person, otherwise no one would dare to do anything with him.

If you have a weapon, even if it is a weapon provided by the "gods", it will be difficult to restore the disadvantage of the dwarf as a whole, right?

Anyway, today the dwarf is dead.

She was sure of the idea, but when she saw the weapon Charr had provided, her original idea became a little shaken.

It was a sword, a one-handed sword crafted by Winterfell's blacksmith master, Miken himself.

That alone isn't really anything special - this kind of sword, Winterfell has a lot of weapons in its arsenal.

However, at this point it is completely different from before.

The wizard simply "wiped" the blade of the sword with a piece of white paper, and with a weak incantation, the whole sword burst out with a handful of orange flames

A flaming sword!

All who saw the sword were silent.

This thing is very dangerous at first glance, even if it is a dwarf, holding this sword, it can be very lethal.

Plus that's what Cranston offers......

As a client, Tyrion didn't have any complicated ideas of his own, and seeing that the wizard was willing to help, he couldn't help but grin, and then ran over in a hurry.

In thanks, he was about to take the heat-pumping weapon, when Charles suddenly touched his head with the palm of his hand.

"If you are worthy of this, then you will win the battle."

A deep voice accompanied a cool look on his forehead, and Tyrion was stunned for a moment, until he walked back to the center of the field.

"That's not going to win, then I'll have to talk to your ghost."

Looking at his diminutive figure and the smoking weapon in his hand, and looking up at the golden scales slowly emerging above the field, Charles muttered secretly.

The touch just now was not a simple touch, but a blessing from the warrior of the Seven Gods.

As time passed, he could use all kinds of abilities that he would have needed a scepter to use with his bare hands, and the effect might be weaker, but not much.

Of course, Tyrion didn't pray to him, but if he wanted to, he could have volunteered to give it.

Of course, this kind of bestowal is still limited to believers in the Seven Gods, but although the little demon seems to have no piety to speak of, he does believe in the Seven Gods.

The warrior is in charge of fighting, and this blessing can naturally make people mentally alert when fighting, and combined with the mental suppression of the Heavenly Father's judgment ability and the flaming sword, Charles feels that even if he is a dwarf, it should be enough to deal with ordinary knights.

It was only from this that he suddenly discovered that the ability of the scepter, which should have been extremely smooth, was now unleashed, but there was an unusually obscure feeling.

Is it because there are very few people in the north who believe in the seven gods?

"Your spell can set a weapon on fire?"

His musings were interrupted by a curious remark beside him, and Charles looked down, unsurprisingly, it was some heel.

Ever since he came to Winterfell, Arya has been wrapped around his buttocks, without the fear or awe that a normal child should have for him.

Nor did her mother treat him like a guest. On the contrary, it is still the same attitude as before.

To be honest, this is quite gratifying to Charles, although it is a transcendent status to become a so-called "god", but everyone talks to you with a cautious look, and they can't stand it for a long time......

"Not only can I set my weapons on fire, but I can do anything else."

At this time in the hall, the monk began to preach the opening words of the trial, while Charles and the girl hid in the dark and muttered,

"Something else? What? ”

Instead of answering, Charles picked up a strand of the girl's hair, and then said with a smile, "Look." ”

As he spoke, he covered his hair tightly with both hands and muttered some trivial incantations in his mouth

After a few seconds, light smoke spilled through his hand, and he let go of his hand, only to find that the originally smooth strand of brown hair in his hand had turned into a curl.

"My hair ......," the girl stared at him with wide eyes.

"The curls are pretty good, and that's all there is to it." Charles coughed dryly, straightened up and pretended to watch the tournament seriously, ignoring the angry look on the girl's face as she glared at him.

Actually, the charr did it on purpose.

Although it is interesting to have a child chatting occasionally, it is also annoying to always follow his ass, and now that he is doing this, I guess he can stop for a while......

Fire Enchantment, Burning Hands, and Smoldering Furnace are the three spells that Charles "followed" from the "unreliable" Mayor of the Red Nose when he was in the Overworld.

Fire enchantment can attach fire to any weapon, whether it's a sword or an arrow.

The Burning Hand is a hand-to-hand attack, which Charles finds a bit of a frustration. He didn't think that a spellcaster would have a chance to rip off his arms and fight with people. Of course, he was bored on the road, and this spell eventually allowed him to practice it.

If the burning hand is chicken ribs, then the final smoldering furnace technique can be directly said to be "garbage". Judging by the name, this spell has an unclear sense of power.

But what does it do?

Use your hands to heat anything, food, clothing, utensils, and everything else you can touch without fear of getting burned......

Charles felt that he would not be able to use this spell for a long time.

Not at least not for now.

Or rather, what can this thing do? He's not a chef.

Giving people a hot head to play?

Just as Charles was secretly wandering out of the world, the current martial arts scene was not what he expected.

During the battle, Tyrion wielded the flaming sword and harassed the enemy, and although he walked clumsily, came and swung his weapon, and was sometimes even confused by the orange flames backlashing himself, "for some reason", the enemy cowered even more stupidly than him, and the situation gradually became clear.

However, Charles did not see the end, and was interrupted by a sudden loud prayer.

He had always heard this prayer during this time, sometimes he would answer, sometimes he would turn a deaf ear, it was not a big deal, but this time it was a little different.

Not only is it loud, but the content of the prayer is also a bit speechless.

"The god of horses, the god of a thousand faces, the seven gods, and the ...... of Rahlo Whatever god is good, please save poor Doria, she has already suffered, please stop torturing her......"