"One hundred golden dragons, I bet on the 'Hound Dog' to win!"

In the audience, Petyr "Littlefinger" Berishi announced loudly.

"I'll crush Caesar!" Duke Lan Li said, "The knight who can win against me will definitely be the champion." ”

When King Robert heard his brother's words, he immediately laughed:

"If you can win the championship, then you can find hundreds of champions! Hahaha! ”

Duke Lan Li didn't feel embarrassed, he still had an elegant smile on his face, and asked rhetorically:

"Your Majesty, who do you think will be the champion?"

Robert put down his croissant glass and said, "Brandy is made in Samwell's kid's territory, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Good! Then I'll press him to win! If you can make such a strong wine, you must be a man who can fight! ”

Queen Cersei suddenly said coldly: "Your Majesty, have you forgotten that this Samwell used to be surnamed Tully? ”

"Of course I do." Robert snorted, "Isn't that the son of Randolph Tully?" ”

"So you remember, I thought I had forgotten how badly I lost in Cen Shutan back then."

"Woman, you think I'm as careful as you are. Tell you, even if Randolph Tully is here now, I can drink with him. Of course, after drinking, you have to fight again! Hahaha! ”

Queen Cersei rolled her eyes and said to Petyr, "I press Sir Sandor Clegane." ”

"I'm also crushing my good dog!" Prince Joffrey followed his mother and shouted.

"I'm crushing Crigan."

"I'll press Caesar."

……

The aristocrats spoke out one after another to participate in the gambling game.

Margaery Tyrell also stood up and said in a loud voice:

"Lord Petyr, I and my brother Loras are all over Baron Caesar!"

After saying that, Margaery also glanced back at Natalie beside her and asked:

"Natalie, are you going to press it too?"

"I ......" Natalie clutched the corner of her clothes aggrievedly, "I don't have that much money......"

"It's okay, I'll pay for you first." After Margaery finished speaking, she didn't wait for Natalie to reply, and said loudly again, "Lord Petyr, and Miss Natalie, also press Baron Caesar!" ”

But it was said that Baron Caesar was on the sidelines at this time grunting a glass of cold milk, and then ate a few more berries, and then put on his helmet again and turned over on his horse.

Forty thousand golden dragons, Lao Tzu is here!

Samwell cheered himself up in his heart, took the riding gun from the squire's hand, and came to the jousting arena with a pinch of the horse's belly.

Sandor "Hound" Clegane also came to the arena at this time, and without saying a word, he covered his mask and lowered his spear.

Woo –

As the horn sounded, both of them accelerated at the same time.

Click......

The makeshift stands shook.

Samwell sat on his horse, leaning forward, his spear as steady as a rock, but just as the tip of the spear was about to hit the breastplate of the "Hound Dog", the opponent twisted, and Samwell's strength was removed by the shield with three black dogs depicted on it, and he himself was stabbed in the face by Sandor's spear.

In the scattering of the sawdust, Samwell swayed on the horse's back and nearly fell.

Natalie gasped, her heart rising to her throat.

"It's time for me to figure out how to spend your money." Petyr smiled at Duke Lanli beside him.

"It's not over yet." Duke Lanli retorted.

On the sidelines, when the "Hound Dog" Sandor threw down the broken gun and reached out to grab a new gun, he suddenly heard the squire's exclamation:

"Your hand, my lord, ......"

Sandor looked down and realized that his right hand had been stained red with blood.

He knew that he had already cracked the tiger's mouth when he fought his brother "Magic Mountain" before, and the impact just now aggravated the injury.

"Don't talk nonsense, give me a gun!" Sandor yelled at his squire.

The attendant didn't dare to say much, and hurriedly handed the wooden gun to the blood-red hand.

Sang Duo clamped the horse's belly hard and galloped forward.

Samwell on the other side has also been riding again to greet him.

This time Samwell had experience, and the moment the two intersected, he did not rush out the gun, but patiently waited for the other party to strike first, and just when the spear of the "Hound Dog" was about to touch him, he suddenly sent the riding gun in his hand.

Rumble!

Both spears burst at the same time.

When the wood chips landed one after another, they saw that the war horses of the "hunting dogs" had lost their owners.

Samwell, on the other hand, remained firmly on his horse, continuing to move forward in the aftermath of the charge.

Cheers erupted in the venue.

"Caesar! Caesar! Caesar! ”

In the audience, "Littlefinger" Petyr shook his head and sighed: "Hey, the god of luck has never favored me." ”

Duke Lanli laughed: "Little Finger, maybe you should quit gambling." ”

"How's that going to work?" Petyr shook his head flatly, "What's the point of a life without excitement." ”

Boom!

King Robert slapped it on the table and shouted, "Hahaha! I'll just say that kid is okay! ”

Then, he turned his head to look at his side: "Woman, pay!" ”

Queen Cersei's fair face tended to turn blue, and she coldly dropped a sentence:

"Lannister, you have to pay your debts."

Then he stopped paying attention to his proud husband.

"Win! Win! Master Caesar is amazing! Natalie jumped up and cheered.

Then she hugged Margaery's slender waist beside her and asked excitedly, "Will I have a lot of money?" ”

"That's right." Margaery also hugged Natalie with her backhand, kissed her pink cheek, and grinned, "That's a lot of money!" ”

Samwell, who won the championship, was riding his horse around the arena, receiving cheers from the crowd and thanking them in return.

Finally, he came to the main stand, turned over and dismounted, got down on one knee, and said loudly:

"Your Majesty, I dedicate this victory and glory to you!"

Robert laughed and beckoned, "Come here, young man!" ”

Samwell walked up to the stands and came to the king's long table.

Robert held up two horn glasses and stood up.

Samwell then realized that the king was taller and stronger than himself, and that he was standing in front of him with oppressive force.

"Come, my champion knight, this is your brandy,!"

Samwell looked at the huge wine glass in front of him, and gasped in his heart, as if he had returned to the scene of being drunk by a customer during a social meeting in his previous life.

But at this time, he could only grit his teeth, take the wine glass and pour it into his mouth.

Knock Knock Knock......

By the time Samwell had finished drinking the big cup, his head was already dizzy.

Seeing this, Robert laughed rudely again: "Boy, the amount of alcohol is not good!" ”

After saying that, he took out a garland laurel from the tray in the hand of the maid behind him and handed it to Samwell:

"Go ahead and choose the 'Queen of Love and Beauty' in your mind."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Samwell took the wreath laurel, but keenly detected a trace of sadness in the king's eyes.

He immediately understood that the king was reminded of the Harrenhal jousting tournament.

The spear contest was won by the former prince Rhaegar Targaryen, who, after winning, actually passed his wife, Princess Elia Martell, and gave the wreath to Robert's fiancée, Lyanna Stark.

This began a period of evil until the detonation of the Reaver War.

It can be seen that this garland laurel really can't be sent indiscriminately.

Now, it's Samwell's turn to give that honor.

He knew he had to be cautious.

Margaery Tyrell is a good choice, but he doesn't want to expose his ambitions so early, and it's not bad to give it to Natalie Dane, but it will attract suspicious glances-

As soon as the two knights who pursued Natalie died, he did this, which could easily attract the attention of those who cared about it.

In fact, if it is not a favorite object, the winning knight will usually give the garland laurel to the daughter of the organizer as a token of gratitude.

The tournament was held in the name of the Hand of the King, and although he was not present, his daughter was.

But in the next second, Samwell thought that Sansa Stark was Prince Joffrey's fiancée...... Uh, forget it, don't mess with the "Emperor of the Ages".

Just Arya Stark.

However, when Samwell searched the seats of the nobles of the North, he did not find the second daughter of the Hand of the King.

I guess I slipped to play somewhere again.

In desperation, Samwell had no choice but to set his sights on the king's daughter, Princess Mycera Baratheon.

The princess, who was not yet ten years old, inherited her mother's beauty, but not her bad character.

Well, this one should be safe.

So, in anticipation, the young champion knight slowly came to the royal throne and placed the wreath laurel on Princess Mycella's lap.

"Your Highness Mycella, you are the 'Queen of Love and Beauty' in my heart."

"Thank you! Baron Caesar! Princess Micella's cheeks were flushed, and her heart seemed to leap out of her throat, all as she sang in the song, and it seemed to her like a dream, "This is my greatest pleasure!" ”

As Princess Myrcella placed the wreath on her head, the audience burst into cheers.

Now that it was dark and the spear contest was over, the king declared that this was the end of the assembly for the day, and that the archery and group jousting would be held the morrow.

The people dispersed, discussing the pomp and circumstance of the day and the young champion knight at the end.

The aristocrats continued to the river for a bonfire dinner.

Samwell was thinking about his 40,000 gold dragons, so he found Petyr Berish, "Littlefinger".

"Don't worry, Sam." Petyr smiled and said, "The bonus will be distributed uniformly after the end of the tournament." ”

Samwell sighed, "All right, Lord Petyr. Forgive me for my impatience, but you know that my territory is in a critical phase of construction and is in dire need of money. ”

"Really? But how did I hear that after the last Battle of Starfall, you received a large amount of war reparations from the Dane family? ”

"Ugh." Samwell sighed again, "My lord, I'm afraid you don't know, the Dane family doesn't have that much money for the time being, so I asked them to pay my allies' war reparations first, and as for mine, I haven't got it yet." ”

"I didn't expect you to be such a humble gentleman." Petyr's smile narrowed, "But, listen to me, it's best not to be humble in this place of King's Landing, let alone find any allies." ”

"My lord, I ...... I don't quite understand what you mean. Samwell put on an honest face.

"It's a city built on lies, and the smell of betrayal is in the air." Petyr patted Samwell on the shoulder, looking like he was digging out his lungs, "So you can't be honest like that anymore, Sam." ”

"Your Excellency...... I'm afraid it's against chivalry......" Samwell was like an ignorant teenager in the countryside at this time.

"Hahaha, chivalry doesn't work here." Petyr seemed to be instructing the students, "When you walk into a women's branch, you can't put on the appearance of a decent person, you have to learn to touch two Nazi first." ”

After saying that, he laughed and left.

(End of chapter)