After enjoying the cheers of the crowd, Edward II went to the tent next to him to change his clothes, after which he returned to the stands and announced the beginning of the jousting tournament. Wah

In the other tent, Essosus was serving as a servant knight, tending to the bruises on his body.

His son, Artis, walked in from the outside, and he glanced at the broken golden armor beside him.

"Really, the Faint King asked you to fight him in this armor made of gold?"

"It's better to look good that way."

"And that bastard also cut off the Red King's leg! That's your favorite horse, and you paid a thousand golden lions to buy it."

"It's just a brute." The Sword Master said lightly, "If you don't have it, you can buy it again."

"But he's forcing you to lose to him!" Artis said angrily. Wah

"You are the Juggernaut, the number one master of the Godwin family, and no one in the entire Lionheart Castle is your opponent, even if you wear this vulnerable golden armor, that fat pig still has no chance of beating you.

"You deliberately fell off your horse and were defeated by him! I just don't understand why you're doing this, you've always taught us to put family honor first......

Essos was noncommittal, but asked, "Is anyone else but you seeing that I'm keeping my hand?"

"I don't know, even if there are, there shouldn't be much, your acting is so realistic, looking at the appearance of the faint king, I probably believe it, I really think I defeated you......

In the middle of his sentence, Artis saw his father raise his palm and twitch it toward his cheek.

Esthosyan was not scaring him this time, but really fighting, Artis was pumped firmly, only to hear a crisp snap, and then the whole person's eyes were full of stars.

"Let me hear you call Your Majesty by 'That Faint King' and 'Fat Pig', it's not as simple as a slap." Wah

When Essos finished speaking, he saw that his son was still in a daze, and said, "Do you hear that?"

Artis covered his cheeks and nodded.

"Also, if someone asks you if I deliberately let Your Majesty win today, you can tell him that there is absolutely no such thing."

Artis nodded again, but after nodding his head, he couldn't help it.

"Is it really necessary to do this? Look at what he has done all these years, he has long lost respect among the nobles, and with the strength of our family, there is no need for you to hold him like this anymore."

"I don't care what others think, no one in the Godwin family is allowed to be disrespectful to His Majesty." Essos said, pausing before adding, "Especially at times like these."

"At this time, when, at the tournament?" Artis was a little baffled. Wah

However, Essos didn't explain further, but said, "If you want to take my place and become the next head of the Godwin family, you have a lot to learn.

"Don't think that the twelve families are anything great, the Weeding family is stronger than us, look where they are now, if you want to play Game of Thrones, you must first know how to respect the rules of the game.

"And there is only one rule in this game, whoever sits on that bone throne is the only king, and everyone else has to listen to him."

Hearing this, Artis suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and boldly asked again, "Then, what if that person is gone?"

Essos looked at him deeply, and did not answer his question, but said.

"Don't fool around with your fox friends anymore. You'll be by my side from tomorrow onwards and help me do things. Remember, you have to watch more and talk less, and keep your mouth shut."

The episode that took place in the tent was unknown to no one other than the person concerned. Wah

At this time, everyone's eyes were attracted by the competition on the field.

With Edward II personally defeating Essos, known as the Juggernaut of Swords, the atmosphere of the tournament was brought to a climax from the beginning.

After the referee announced the rules of the competition, a group of contestants almost couldn't wait to pour into the venue.

Again

After that, they fought with each other.

However, compared with this lively atmosphere, the process of the competition is a little boring.

Today's competition is for the civilian group, and the contestants on the field are mixed, most of them are relatively average in strength, and there are also a variety of weapons and protective gear.

Because armor is not easy to make, even if it is the worst steel armor, the price is an astronomical amount for ordinary people, and it is impossible to afford it in a lifetime. Wah

Even most of the knights had their armor passed down from their ancestors, like family heirlooms.

Therefore, it is difficult to see someone wearing a full set of armor in the civilian group, and even more so, they can't even afford leather armor and cotton armor, so they can only rely on the small wooden shield in their hands to protect themselves.

Fights are often a mess, and the only thing that can be called a highlight is probably the severed limbs that fly up from time to time, and the blood sprayed out, and the herbalists and priests are waiting on the side of the arena, ready to rescue people.

But not everyone can be saved, or those who are seriously injured basically can't be saved.

Ilea saw an unlucky ghost with an axe in the head, and the axe split his skull straight open.

But he did not die on the spot, but crawled painfully on the ground with the axe, constantly wailing, and asking for help from the surrounding audience.

He crawled for a quarter of an hour, but still couldn't breathe, so the royal herbalist on the side could only take matters into his own hands and use the knife in his hand to help him get out of the sea of suffering. Wah

Edward II did not find such a mess of games boring at all, and he watched from his seat with a fluttering eyebrow and a fist from time to time.

yelled like, "Quick, give him a sword in the back of the heart, yes, that's it, don't rub it off, get that mess up!" Or the Elven Queen asked Ilea on the side, "Who do you think will win in this group?"

The female lord coped with a sentence or two from time to time, and felt that the time was almost there, so she wanted to go back to Merlin and Ge Lipeng first.

But at that moment there was another cheer from below, and this time the cheer was particularly loud.

Ilea subconsciously looked there and saw a small mountain-like figure, he was almost a head and a half taller than the other contestants present, and his body was burly.

Standing in the crowd, it was difficult to stand out from the crowd, and the most surprising thing was that he did not carry any weapons in his hands.

But with a pair of palms, he had just popped the head of an opponent, and the spurting of brains splashed all over him. Wah

Then he stuck out his tongue and licked his palm, as if he was tasting something delicious.

Then he grabbed a guy who wanted to sneak up behind him with his backhand, snapping the man's neck with a click.

Seeing that the guy was no longer breathing, he still didn't stop, but continued to exert himself, and just ripped the man's head off his neck!

Ilea was stunned when she saw this.