The moonlight was hazy, flowing quietly against the Heishui River, like a brilliant satin.

Bonfires are lit on the banks of the river, and the smell of barbecue and wine fills the air.

Samwell bids farewell to his "good teacher" Petyr Berese and finds Margaery and Natalie by the campfire.

Because it was a bonfire dinner, "Gaoting Rose" wore a more casual dress tonight, a simple linen dress covered with a green brocade shawl, and a pair of sandals under her feet, revealing her crystal flawless jade feet.

Natalie next to her also changed into a puff sleeve dress, which looked cute and sweet.

"Our Champion Knight is here!" Margaery laughed and quipped.

"Sam, come on! The beef is roasted! Natalie was carrying a huge barbecue, wondering what to do.

Samwell smiled and greeted the crowd, then took Natalie's roast and accepted compliments and jokes from the nobles of the riverbend as he cut her into small pieces and spread cream and spices.

Natalie obediently crouched beside Samwell, waiting to be fed, and smiled extra sweetly.

The maids wandered among the campfires and served barley venison soup and fruit and vegetable salad.

Margaery poured wine for the riverbend aristocrats around the campfire, then giggled as she watched the performance in the center of the room.

It was a juggler who threw burning sticks into the air, but he could not take them, and he was so frightened by the fire sticks that fell from the sky that he was so embarrassed that the audience laughed out loud.

Margaery tells everyone that the man is the king's royal clown, called "Moon Child".

Yuetong, who failed to play with the fire stick, quickly changed into colorful clothes again, and jumped around the field on stilts, while constantly saying some ridiculous words in his mouth, making jokes about the old men present.

Samwell, as the "star man" of the day, was not spared, and the clown followed his example of riding a charge, but plunged into the tent, and then got up and shouted that he had won and was the champion.

Samwell certainly wouldn't be mad at such a joke, and the clown dared to even joke about the king and queen, and was obviously quite favored.

At this time, the maid brought garlic to boil snails, and Natalie had never eaten such a thing, and looked at it with curiosity and fear.

In the end, it was Margaery who taught her how to dig the meat out of the snail's shell and encouraged her to take the first bite.

Then the little girl was overwhelmed by the delicacy, and made herself herself with great interest, but when she dug out a piece of snail meat, she brought it to Samwell's mouth:

"Sam, try it, it's delicious!"

It's a pity that you can't add attributes. Samwell ate the snail and rubbed the little girl's hair in gratitude.

Then the maid brought sweet bread, pigeon pies, and lemon cakes...... Natalie ate so hard that she finally couldn't eat anymore.

Just when she was thinking about whether to go for a walk by the river to eliminate food, a loud voice suddenly sounded on the field:

"Shut up!"

Natalie was startled to find that it was King Robert who was staggering and standing up with a flushed face.

He held a goblet in one hand, drunk beyond measure, and staggered:

"Woman! Don't even think about me sitting here and doing that! I am the king! Do whatever I want! Lao Tzu is going to fight tomorrow! ”

Queen Cersei's face turned pale, as if she was wearing a mask carved from snow: "As a king, you are really ashamed to compete with a group of lowly mercenaries!" ”

"Shame?" Robert slammed his glass on the table with a loud bang, "How do you think Lao Tzu's throne came about?" Can Lao Tzu's war hammer only smash the nobles? Squires, mercenaries, untouchables, farmers, whoever stands in Lao Tzu's way, Lao Tzu will smash his head! ”

"You've disgraced the royal family!" Queen Cersei dropped a cold sentence, pulled up her skirt, and hurried away.

While the king was still shouting in the back, Jaime Lannister, the "Kingkiller", reached for the king's shoulder and tried to dissuade him.

Robert jerked his shoulder, knocking Jaime to the ground.

"Hahaha!" Robert laughed wildly, "See! What kind of bullshit white knight, Lao Tzu has a way to make dogs eat shit! ”

The king thumped his chest with a bang: "As long as I have the hammer in my hand, no one can stop me!" ”

"Littlefinger" Petyr Berishe hurriedly stepped forward and handed the wine glass to the king: "Your Majesty, drink, drink." ”

Duke Lan Li and others also stepped forward to persuade him, and finally pressed the furious king back to his seat.

Samwell saw all of this and realized that King Robert wanted to participate in tomorrow's group hand-to-hand competition.

In this competition, many fighters compete as individuals in a melee to seek the final solo victory, which is literally a Game of Thrones version of the chicken game.

And unlike the special wooden weapons used in spear competitions, group competitions are with real knives and real guns, so the scene will be very bloody, and broken hands and feet are commonplace, and even death on the spot is not uncommon.

Very few nobles are willing to participate in this dangerous project, and it is usually those who are relatively low-status such as mercenaries, squires, and civilian swordsmen, just to show their backs in front of the nobles of the kingdom and win appreciation.

Therefore, it is indeed a bit inappropriate for the king to want to participate in this project.

That's why Robert would have come up with this idea.

After this farce, the atmosphere of the banquet was much more solemn.

After the queen left, the rest of the royal family also left.

Princess Mycella also deliberately ran to Samwell, wearing a pink princess dress and a garland laurel, she was well-behaved and cute:

"Baron Caesar, thank you again for choosing me to be the 'Queen of Love and Beauty' today! I'm going back to rest, good night, my champion knight. ”

"Good night, Your Highness Princess."

Samwell returned the salute and returned to the Red Keep with Margaery and Natalie.

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Early the next morning.

Before the dense morning fog dissipated, the arena was crowded with people who came to watch.

Outside an ornate tent near the Blackwater River sits a massive warhammer and iron shield adorned with the Crown Stag of House Baratheon.

Inside, King Robert drank wine and wore his armor with the help of his squire Lancel Lannister.

"Your Majesty, this armor ...... It's too small to fit on......" Lancel was sweating profusely.

"Damn fools! None of you Lannisters are useful! Robert cursed, "I shouldn't have listened to Cersei and accepted you as an acolyte, not even to help people wear armor!" What kind of squire are you? ”

Lansel looked at the king's huge bulging belly, but he didn't dare to fight back, and his tears were about to fall from his grievances.

Robert was so angry that he threw his glass on the ground and shouted:

"Damn it, go get the pliers that open the breastplate! Idiot! ”

Lancel hurried out of the tent and met Queen Cersei.

"Cousin, Your Majesty, he ......"

"He's still going to participate in a team competition?"

"Yes."

Cersei's face sank and she strode into the tent, followed by the sound of a fierce quarrel.

The sound was so loud that almost half of the camp could hear it.

When Samwell came to the audience with two little beauties, he also heard the quarrel of the rival couple.

"Your Majesty doesn't really want to participate in the team competition, does he?" Margaery laughed, "That's nonsense, too." ”

"Someone should be able to convince him......" Samwell frowned.

With the beating of drums, the group competition officially kicked off.

There were nearly fifty contestants, all of whom were squires, mercenaries, civilians who wanted to make a name for themselves, and, of course, our good king, Robert Baratheon.

"Come on! Boys, show me what you're up to! ”

Robert stood in the arena and laughed in a tone of obsessiveness.

The king was dressed in a delicate plate armor, but the breastplate was held high by a protruding belly, but it was even more imposing, and he held a terrifying war hammer in both hands, and the antlered helmet on his head gleamed in the sun, even after years of not fighting, the once invincible god of war still had an unrivaled momentum.

The surrounding contestants looked at each other, but no one dared to make a move against the noble king.

Robert waited impatiently, and brandished his warhammer and charged at Soros, who had come from Mill.

The red-robed monk had a shaved head and was armed with a flaming flaming sword, and he was the most eye-catching man on the field besides the king.

That's why he was targeted by Robert.

The king, apparently not accustomed to seeing someone more arrogant than himself, so he carried the war hammer and rushed forward with a wild laugh:

"Come on! Soros, let's compare! ”

However, Soros looked at Robert who was rushing towards him, and he didn't know whether he was afraid of the other party's strength or worried about the identity of the other party, so he didn't dare to resist at all, but kept wandering around, dodging Robert's war hammer.

When the others saw that the king had an opponent, they began to fight.

One moment they formed a team to fight the enemy, and the next they broke out into infighting and cannibalism, using all means to drive the others out of the field so that they could stand to the end.

The scene quickly became chaotic and bloody, with people constantly having their fingers chopped off, their bones broken, and smashed until they vomited blood...... Fortunately, as long as you open your mouth to surrender, you can withdraw from the game, so no one has been killed so far.

"Damn it! Soros, you softass! ”

Seeing that Soros had not dared to fight him, Robert scolded angrily for a long time, and finally picked up the war hammer and rushed into the most chaotic battle circle.

I have to say that this king is indeed powerful, even if he has been indulging in alcohol and his body has been blessed all these years, he is still fierce, and as soon as he makes a move, he will smash the shield of an unlucky mercenary.

Robert laughed a few times, and once again picked up the hammer and rushed into the pile.

At this time, everyone was already red-eyed, and they couldn't care about Robert's honorable status, so they began to fight back, and even a few people saw the king's threat and tacitly began to join forces.

Robert was not afraid, but even more excited, and the hammer was wielding so vigorously that no one dared to approach it.

But just then, Robert's breastplate suddenly cracked.

(End of chapter)