The shadow of the sun hung high in the center of the sky, and the golden sunlight lazily shone on the training ground of the Lord's Mansion in White Harbor.

On the viewing platform, Lynn looked up at the space, the sunlight came in through the gap in the mask, making him feel just the right amount of warmth, and the little rose Margaery next to him secretly looked at Lynn's look, looked at the two figures on the training ground under the stage, and said to Lynn with some concern: "Lynn." ”

"Huh?"

"Do you really think Arya can defeat a knight who has been famous for a long time?"

Jaime was a tall and handsome man with flowing blond hair and a "shining blue eye and a sharp smile". He was recognized as a handsome man, and at the age of sixteen, Jaime was knighted by Sir Arthur Dayne for his bravery in the battle to destroy the Brotherhood of Kings.

Lynn looked at Margaery's eyes with relief, and smiled softly: "Don't worry, the thin monkey is staring in the dark, no matter what the battle situation is, Arya will not be fine." ”

Little Rose breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

Lynn looked at her expression as if it was fake, and wondered why Little Rose was suddenly so nervous Arya, could it be that the relationship between the two women on the same boat could develop so quickly?

Lynn was secretly puzzled when the trumpet sounded from the sidelines.

Since it was not a glorious duel between knights, but a sword competition, Jaime and Arya in the arena were neither on horses nor wearing armor, and the duel began with the sound of the trumpet.

Jaime clenched his sword in one hand, raised it to Arya, who was obviously a little shorter in both hands, raised his sword to the tip of his nose, and then quickly swung his sword straight ahead.

Arya was unhurried, spun around to dodge, and swung her sword to fight back.

There was no temptation, no fighting, Jaime took the initiative, and it was a stormy succession of attacks.

The long swords clashed, and the sound of "dingding" was endless.

Strength was Jaime's strength, and the slashing combo that came up was almost crushing Arya.

The sword shadow was one after another, and the battle situation suddenly sublimated, so that Margaery, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, nervously hugged Lynn's arm, and Lynn slapped Little Rose's delicate arm with one hand, while staring at the battle situation in the dueling arena.

Seeing that Jaime slashed down with another sword, this time Arya did not choose to retreat, but raised her sword to meet it, and the two sides exchanged swords.

There was a loud "bell!" sound.

For the first time, Arya's longsword was intertwined head-on with the sword in Jaime's hand.

Under the influence of two huge forces, both sides couldn't help but take a step back, however, at this moment, Arya was on the way back, a sharp dodge of a nimble dodge, pulled out a short, sharp small sword from her sleeve, and tapped the floor with her feet, and slammed into Jaime's unsteady body at an extremely rapid speed.

An icy aura rushed in, and the swordblade with dreamlike colors approached rapidly in front of him, and Jaime's turquoise pupils dilated suddenly.

But fortunately, after he entered the battle, he retracted his mind and quickly entered a state of concentration, keeping an eye on Arya's every move during the battle, and did not underestimate the enemy at all because the other party was just a girl.

Bite!

Jaime took a step back, taking advantage of the situation to pick up the long sword in his hand, holding the sword with one hand must have been proudly reflected in the dexterity of holding the sword with both hands, the 'sewing needle' hit the body of the long sword, seeing that it could not be killed with one blow, Arya also quickly retreated a few steps backwards, not giving the monarch killer Jaime a chance to pursue.

In the stands, the little demon Tyrion applauded excitedly twice, and when he saw the guard standing behind Lynn on the side, Han Niu's face was different, and he couldn't help but ask with a stalk: "What are you looking at, Zhuang Niu?"

A dark shadow soon enveloped him, and he turned his head to find the tall bull approaching him like a steep cliff, its sooky black armor like a stain in the bright sun. He had lowered the visor from his helmet, the shape of the mask was a terrifying grinning and menacing appearance, but Tyrion thought it was too beautiful compared to the ugly face of his loyal dog, Demon Mountain.

"My lord applauded, you are qualified to applaud, now you better keep your mouth shut, dwarf ......" Hanniu Guftava glared back unceremoniously, warning him, the voice came from the helmet, and the original cruel smile turned into an empty boom.

"But the picture just now is wonderful," replied Tyrion Lannister, "and Lynn doesn't support my brother, so you can't wait for that Miss Stark II to do well and Lynn applaud me, right? ”

Tyrion looked around the field and asked, "Do you know where my brother went?"

Han Niu pointed to the corner of the arena under the stage, where Jaime was holding his stomach, holding a long sword in one hand and panting, looking like a big embarrassed dog licking his wounds, "Ah, where is it." ”

"Ahh Tyrion glared and walked around, but saw no one, then lifted his misshapen legs and climbed up to the back of the seat in front of him with all his might, and then saw Jaime's situation clearly, and said pitifully, the proud monarch killer would not be able to beat even a girl.

"What am I missing?" Tyrion wondered.

Han Niu was happy to answer the dwarf in front of him, "It's not a big deal, he wanted to chase it, but he was kicked in the stomach by Miss Arya." ”

Tyrion's heart was shattered with sadness.

Oh no, that girl has the upper hand, and she's going to be locked up in the wolf's den again.

Tyrion was well aware of his big brother Jaime's nonchaliac personality, so he wasn't complaining that Jaime Lannister had become so incompetent, after all, in his past miserable and long childhood, Jaime was the only one who had ever had such affection and respect for him, and Tyrion didn't want to worry about anything with him for that alone.

The little devil is only worried about his freedom, and the big brother Jaime will be degraded after being hit by the double blow of the death of that vicious sister and being defeated by a girl.

The little devil looked depressed and wanted to stop talking, but he didn't dare to complain about anything, Han Niu's physical advantage was too obvious, and it was not the style of the little devil to ask for hardships.

Lynn, who had heard the conversation between the two on the side, smiled and said, "Tyrion, do you think that proud monarch killer brother is so fragile in his heart?"

Tyrion was silent.

Already covered in a cold sweat, Jaime also grabbed his sword and stood up again, and after the second round of fighting, the two men were deadlocked.

But when the fourth horn sounded to encourage the battle of the swordsmen in the dueling arena, the moment the two staggered, both sides stabbed their swords at each other at the same time, and Jaime Lannister was as steady as ever, and the timing and angle of the shot were just right, however, Arya pulled the hidden second dagger from his boot, and he could no longer hold on.

The Faceless's cunning way of fighting made this knight without a war horse helpless.

With sword fighting alone, he was no longer a danger to Arya.

"Bell!"

"Bump!"

The long sword collided, and the posture of the second girl holding the sword with both hands was changed to one hand, although her strength was not enough to support the thrust force generated by the collision of the long sword for a long time, but only a moment of effort was enough for her to complete the next action.

Jaime watched as Erya drew his dagger from the sole of his shoe and stabbed it diagonally, his sword forced to move sideways to block, and Arya leaped to her feet and struck her opponent in the abdomen again.

This time, Tyrion, the little demon in the stands, finally saw how his brother fell, but before he could cry out anxiously, Jaime received a huge thrust on his chest, and with a "bump!", he only felt a volley fly, and he spun around and fell to the ground hard.