Duke Ed immediately said to his wife:

"You will leave later, and when you return to Winterfell, send a letter in my name to Herman Tauha and Gabbert Glover, ordering them to march into Carlin Bay with a hundred archers each, and two hundred archers will be enough to stop any army from passing north through the Neck.

In addition, the Count of Mandalay was ordered to intensify the repair of the fortifications of White Harbor to ensure that the defenders were sufficient.

Also, from now on, you have to keep an eye on Theon Greyjoy, for if war breaks out, I'll need his father's Iron Fleet. ”

"War broke out?" Fear welled up on Caitlyn's face, "Ed, is it going to be this bad?" ”

"It doesn't have to be that bad, but we have to prepare."

"Okay." Caitlyn breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but remind again, "You must be careful in King's Landing!" ”

"Don't worry, I'll pretend nothing happened."

"Okay." Catelyn suddenly remembered something, and said, "Actually, I originally planned to take a detour to Eagle's Nest City when I returned, but I heard that Lyza still doesn't want to come to King's Landing, right?" ”

"Yes." Duke Ed was also a little helpless, "Duke Lanli personally went to invite her, but she refused to come." ”

"Why don't I go see her and persuade her by the way?"

"Nope." Duke Eddard immediately refused, "You can't keep a word out about your coming to King's Landing, and I need you to return to Winterfell as soon as possible." Lysa's side, I'd better go for a trip, Your Majesty has already lost his temper several times, and he can't keep dragging it out like this. ”

"You're going? That's fine. However, as the Hand of the King, if you leave King's Landing, will it not affect the government affairs? ”

"It should be fine to leave for a while." Duke Ed actually had a headache, "This is also something that can't be helped." It's a pity that I don't have anyone I can trust in King's Landing, otherwise I can help share some of the burden. ”

Catelyn's gray-green eyes naturally popped into her head: "Petyr can be trusted. ”

"Petyr Berish?" Duke Ed subconsciously frowned.

"Ed, I know you don't like him because he used to ...... me But that's all old. And he's my father's adopted son after all, and he's a henchman of Duke Jon Arryn, so you can try to get him to help you. ”

Duke Ed was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay." ”

The two then leave the room, and Caitlin refuses her husband's send-off, in order to avoid attracting attention.

After seeing his wife leave, Duke Ed looked at Petyr beside him and said:

"Lord Petyr, thank you for settling Caitlyn this time, and for the news you provided."

"You're welcome."

Duke Ed hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm going to go to Eagle's Nest City in person to persuade Lady Ryza to come to King's Landing. And that jousting tournament......"

"I'm going to make it look great and live up to your expectations." Petyr swore an oath, and then he changed his tune, "However, if you don't come back in time to attend according to the originally scheduled date, do you want to postpone it?" ”

"No, I don't. It would have been nice to have it as originally planned. ”

"But it's a jousting tournament for you after all......"

"This is a jousting tournament for the king." Duke Ed emphasized, "I didn't ask for it from beginning to end. ”

"No matter what you say." Petyr shrugged.

Duke Ed sighed and said, "Also, tonight's events ......"

"Tight-lipped as a bottle."

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The bright morning light dyed the world golden, and the sky was as clean as indigo porcelain.

Natalie Dane sits in the Tyrell family's carriage and travels with Miss Margaery to the jousting convention.

Lifting the curtain embroidered with golden roses, Natalie saw that hundreds of tents had been erected along the riverbank, and thousands of civilians had flocked to watch the joust.

And, of course, the knights in shining armor, riding tall horses, and holding bright banners.

"It's like the ballad goes!" Natalie's little face was slightly red with excitement, and she couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes." Margaery grabbed the little girl's arm and smiled, "And they're going to be the main characters in the song." ”

Upon arriving at the venue, the two were led by the guards to the seats that had been arranged for the Tyrells. Sitting around were aristocrats from the Riverlands, and they all smiled meaningfully when they saw Natalie embroidered with the Star Sword Crest on her chest.

Unfortunately, Natalie didn't understand what was behind their smiles, and was so stupidly pulled by Margaery to sit down, completely oblivious to the angry and hostile glances of the Dorne nobles next door to her.

Margaery leans in Natalie's ear and introduces her to the family represented by the various flags flying on the field, which Natalie remembers at first, but soon her mind gets dizzy.

"That knight is so strong!" Natalie exclaimed, pointing to a large man who looked like an armored giant.

"That's Sir Gregor Clegane, nicknamed 'The Magic Mountain', a vassal of the Lannisters of the Westlands."

"Oh, where's the big bald head?" Natalie couldn't help but giggle when she saw a bald man in a red robe.

"That's Thoros, Mill's War Monk, who was the first to storm Pike City during the last suppression of the Iron Isles Rebellion, armed with a fiery sword."

"A flaming sword? Master Caesar also has a handful, alas. Natalie turned her little head and searched the crowd, "Why didn't you see him?" ”

"There." Margaery's eyes sharpened, pointing to a double-headed eagle flag in the northwest corner of the arena.

Natalie hurriedly looked, and sure enough, she saw Samwell wearing armor with the help of his attendants.

It was a snow-white plate armor similar to that worn by the White Knights of the Kingsguard, but with eagle wings on his helmet and a sky-blue cloak with silver trim on it.

Natalie wanted to say hello to Samwell, but the two were too far apart to be heard.

Samwell also doesn't notice Natalie as he is ambitious to win the spear championship prize at the jousting tournament.

That's 40,000 golden dragons!

And the spear jousting is actually very suitable for Samwell to play to his strengths, and it also hides his Achilles' heel - lack of agility.

So he felt that he still had a chance of winning the jackpot.

While thinking about it, the spear contest had begun.

The cheers suddenly became louder, and in the midst of the rumbling of horses' hooves, knights armed with spears on the field, collided passionately, attracting bursts of applause.

Soon, it was his turn to make his first appearance.

Samwell discovers that his opponent in this round is actually Duke Ranley Baratheon.

The king's younger brother was very popular, and his appearance drew thunderous cheers.

Samwell, on the other hand, was much more shabby.

Only the nobles of the river bend cheered for him.

Samwell saw Natalie, the tallest jumper in the crowd, and Margaery, who had the most smile, and urged his horse to pac over.

"Two beautiful young ladies, I wonder if I have the honor of receiving your blessings."

Natalie's little face was red, looking at the wooden riding gun stretched out in front of her, and she just wanted to take off her hairband and wrap it around, but suddenly froze-

The little girl remembered the tragic fate of the two knights who had received her blessing before, and hesitated.

Margaery, who was on the side, generously took out her handkerchief, tied it to the tip of the gun, and said with a smile:

"Come on! My knight! ”

At this time, Natalie woke up like a dream, and hurriedly wrapped her hairband around it and sent her blessings.

Samwell leaned over on his horse to thank him, then rode back to the field.

"Can he win, Lord Caesar?" Natalie clasped her hands to her heart and couldn't help but ask.

The corners of Margaery's mouth turned up, and she said proudly: "Sam can lead seven hundred cavalry to defeat the knights of tens of thousands of do-benefactors, and Lord Lanli ...... He's never been on the battlefield. ”

"Hmm!" Natalie was relieved, but she still secretly prayed to the gods.

Seeing the two knights on the field begin to accelerate, Natalie's heart rose to her throat, she didn't dare to look at the final collision before, but this time, her purple eyes were wide open.

Boom!

The wooden lance shattered in the loud crash, and Duke Lan Li flew out almost from his horse, his head hitting the ground with a loud bang, causing the audience to gasp.

Fortunately, Duke Lanli's helmet was hard enough, and he finally staggered up, but one of the antlers on the helmet was broken.

The audience burst into cheers.

Duke Lanli bowed gracefully to the audience, as if all these cheers were caused by him.

He then picked up the severed antlers on the ground and handed them to Samwell:

"Baron Caesar, this is the spoils you deserve!"

This gesture immediately drew another round of cheers.

I have to say that this young brother of the king is indeed very good at showmanship, no wonder his popularity is so high.

Samwell pouted secretly, he didn't really think much of this kind of person in his heart, but when he found out that the antlers were actually made of gold, he immediately changed his face to a smile:

"Thank you, Lord Lanli, you are a respectable opponent!"

The jousting meeting continues.

Samwell played five more times, defeating two Valley Knights, one Knights of the Stormlands, one Knight of the West, and one time knocking out old acquaintance Horace Redwin.

This eldest son of Qingting Island was not well injured, and he actually held on to participate in the competition, I really don't know what he thinks.

Although the spear contest is made of wood, it cannot be said that it is completely dangerous.

For example, Sir Gregor Clegane, the "Magic Mountain" from the West, created an extremely bloody scene.

I saw that when he was playing against a Vale Knight, his spear was upturned and hit the opponent's throat armor, because the force was too strong, the spear went straight through the throat, and the Vale Knight was killed instantly.

Death provoked bursts of exclamation and cries.

Natalie hugged Margaery and buried her head in her arms, not daring to look at it again.

Crimson blood gushed out, soaking the Valley Knight's mantle, staining the crescent moon crest a blood-red color.

The servants hurried into the field, carried the corpse away, and turned the dirt with shovels to cover the blood.

Everything went back to the way it was, as if nothing had happened.

The jousting meeting continues.

(End of chapter)