Winterfell, Inner Fort.

The outer layer of the school yard has been surrounded by a circle of people.

Although it is said that the competition is as simple as possible, the competition is related to the honor of the nobles in the north to a certain extent, so they can't help but care.

Each family set up their banners around the school grounds, and their knights were also summoned, among which the more powerful vassal families were the Bolton family, the Casstark family, the Mormont family, the Severn family, and the Amber family.

Because of their belief in the Old Gods, the people of the North don't care much about knighthood, but even so, there are still hundreds of knights and thousands of cavalry among the more than 10,000 warriors in Winterfell.

They heard that there was a competition, and the first place was rewarded with a thousand golden dragons, and their annual income was generally only a few golden dragons, so they were all enthusiastic.

"I can't sign up, there are too many people. Harris Moran, the chief of the Winterfell guard, explained to the knights in front of him with a blushing face.

"Harris, if you don't let me sign up, I'll fight with you, that's a thousand golden dragons. A knight roared loudly, as if someone had robbed him of his money.

"That's it, Harris, you're not afraid you're going to lose to me, are you? Another knight teased.

"I, the chief of the Winterfell guard, am afraid of you?" Harris was teased by the knight, but he really couldn't stop these hungry wolf-like knights, so he had to go to Robb for help.

"Lord Robb, there are so many people who have signed up that the competition can't be completed for a few days like this. Harris grumbled.

Young Robb touched his chin as his father thought about it.

"Let only the nobles play. He said with a sigh.

"Robb, I don't think that's good," Jones whispered.

On the way to school, Robb called Jones and asked him about his sister Arya's condition and his observations in the south.

After asking, Robb became more determined as soon as he went south, and the Lannisters had already reached out to his grandfather's riverlands.

"Time is running out. Robb also replied in a low voice, he was also very happy that his childhood playmate could come back when he was in the most difficult time, but he would try to restrain his emotions in front of the vassals, and only when everyone's eyes were not on him at this time, he could chat normally.

"This is still the trouble you caused, is there any good way to solve it?"

"You forgot, I'm a person who studied in the school city. Jones, who was kicked out of the school city, "inadvertently" blew a blow and raised himself.

"The knights and even the riders are the main force in the next battle to the south, and it is not a wise decision to refuse them, but what. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, and all he thought about in his mind was the kind of lupine scarf of the Three Kingdoms strategists, pretending to be as light as the wind.

Fortunately, Robb's temper is still very good, and he did not rush him, satisfying his little fetishes.

"However, there is really not enough time, so we can first filter out some whimsical people. Everyone who participates in the contest will have a golden dragon, and if the person loses in the first game, the golden dragon will be lost, and the winner will be returned. ”

"Martial arts competitions are a sacred thing, and the selection of people through the golden dragon will not tarnish its honor. Robb frowned.

"Robb, money is also a sacred thing, it greatly promotes people's subjective initiative and social productivity, and there are not many books in the school city that praise money. ”

Jones saw that Robb was still frowning, shook his head, and said a little helplessly, "If you are still not satisfied, you can return the golden dragon to all the participating knights in your personal name after the game, as a reward for their courage to fight." ”

"Well, that's fine. Robb nodded and said, "Jones, I find that you are really different from before, like, it seems to be more cunning......"

"Smarter. Jones interrupted.

"Oh, it's smarter. Robb also changed his tune.

"And you can buy people's hearts by returning the golden dragon in your personal name......" Seeing Robb's increasingly strange eyes, Jones wisely shut up.

......

Even with a small approach, the number of people who signed up in the end exceeded 100, and in order to end it as soon as possible, the rules of the tournament were changed. The original riding bucket was to add a few rounds of ordinary fighting in front of it, so that there was no need to charge on horseback, and the school field could accommodate many people at the same time.

"As I said, you can only use wooden weapons, not real weapons. Robb felt that his head was big, and it was a very simple thing, why did he have so much trouble when he did it.

"Yes, sir!" the guard stepped back, and he could imagine the knights spitting in his face.

At this time, Jones also weighed the wooden sword with a big head, and muttered in his mouth, "It's over, it's really over, it's self-inflicted!"

His advantage is in strength, so theoretically, the heavier the weapon, the more he can give full play to his advantage, and now the wooden sword in his hand, he will not be much more powerful than others, and in terms of swordsmanship, he may not be as good as these people in the school field.

"Slap in the face, slap in the face!"

He thought of the scene where he lost the first game, and the feeling of shame was incomparable to running naked.

"Lord Robb orders that only wooden weapons be used. Then one of the guards shouted loudly.

The school field was really in an uproar, especially those knights who were experienced in actual combat, and they had all kinds of ways to defeat the enemy in the tear kill.

Now let them use wooden swords and knives like that kind of child's stuff, of course they have complaints.

"Wooden weapons," Jones glanced around the schoolyard, his eyes lit up, and he saw a long, thick cavalry not far away, and the spear used by the cavalry here was not a thin wooden stick, but a thick, conical one.

Even wooden cavalry spears were difficult to pick up with one hand, and cavalry generally used two hands to hold them when charging.

Jones stepped forward, drew a riding gun, and swiped it in his hand.

"Well, it's heavy. He found that he had to hold the rifle between his arms to pick it up.

"Who is this man?" asked one of the knights.

"The second son of the Amber family. ”

"He wouldn't be a fool if he wanted to use a spear. ”

"Who knows, the Amber family is not very good at their heads, and you don't know it. ”

"Hahaha, that's right. ”

Jon Jon didn't laugh at Jones's behavior, but continued to chat with Harion, the eldest son of the Stark family next to him.

Daisy Mormont, the eldest daughter of Bear Island, danced the sword flower casually and said disdainfully: "Brainless guy." ”

Earl Severn also saw Jones's actions on the high platform, and immediately teased Big Jon, "Look at your stupid son, hahaha." ”

Great Jon thrust his ugly, massive heavy sword into the ground and snorted heavily.

Most of the small family heads around immediately resisted the urge to laugh, but there were also many counts who were not afraid of Grand Jon.

Unlike the rude Jon the Great, Lord Ruce Bolton of the Castle of the Dreadies spoke softly so that others had to listen to him.

"This contest was proposed by your son, and if he loses the first fight, the Amber family will be laughed at, and I can't wait to see something so interesting. ”

When Big Jon heard this, the expression on his face immediately became extremely hideous, and finally said fiercely, "If he loses the first game, I will cut off his head." ”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to do it then. ”

"Damn, my big Jon didn't talk a lot. ”

Count Rickard Karstark didn't scoff, but said indifferently, "It's okay to be stupid, just be strong." ”

The people of the Karstark family are also tall, with thick beards and long hair, and a fierce expression.

......

"The spear's reaction speed is too slow, you're going to lose like that. ”

Suddenly, a slightly flirtatious voice came, and the person who came was slender, brown and black, and a handsome young man.

"Theon Greyjoy, why did you join in?" Jones looked at it carefully for a while, and then made sure that the person in front of him was Theon, the adopted son of Lord Eddard, Duke of Winterfell, and of course a proton.

However, when Jones was living in Winterfell, he didn't have much contact with him.

Jones always felt that the other party was talking in a weird way, and even asked Jones privately if Jones was a proton sent by the Amber family.

"Why can't I come to participate, but unfortunately I can't use bows and arrows, otherwise none of you will be my opponent. Theon said confidently.

"That'...... Good luck with that. Jones didn't want to say anything more to the cocky guy anymore, and walked away with his spear.