After a brief silence, there was a "buzzing" in the entire king's tent.

"For a wolf's martial arts trial?"

"How is she going to fight? Do you take that little toothpick and stab someone, haha! ”

Disbelief, or sarcasm, pervasive.

Although the Earl of the North is an ancient top nobleman, there are many people here, who knows who said which sentence.

"Arya!"

At this time, Eddard Stark also squeezed a way out of the crowd, ran behind Arya, and grabbed her shoulders.

"Arya, I know you're sad for Namelia, but that's the best thing to do, you."

Ed knows better than Arya about the situation.

The Stark family has taken advantage of everyone in the eyes of everyone.

If there is really a competition and the Stark family is a duelist, it means that they have to make an inch.

And if you invite foreign aid, who will participate in the martial arts trial for the sake of a brute?

Don't talk about it first, it affects your reputation!

For knights and nobles, honor was more important than life.

But just as Ed was about to apologize to Robert and drag his daughter away, a large hand wearing a studded leather glove grabbed his wrist.

Subconsciously twitched his hand, and Ed was stunned to find that he couldn't move?

He himself was a famous knight of the Seven Kingdoms, and he was also a leader in the battlefield of seizing the country at that time.

Hold his wrist and make him unable to pump his hand, this power is at least one level greater than him!

Ed looked up in astonishment, just in time to see Lan En's handsome face under the silver hair, talking and laughing easily.

"My lord, according to the agreement I made with Miss Gui, you can now start collecting strange animal and plant materials."

After saying that, regardless of Ed's confused expression, Lan En walked past Arya in front of him.

By the way, he squinted and tapped the little girl's forehead twice with his finger as a warning that she was going mad, and walked in front of King Robert.

Robert has been blessed by decades of peaceful and promiscuous life, and it is difficult to even button the buttons.

But Lan En could still vaguely see the strong and powerful muscle outline of this stout fat man left by his youth, as well as his resolute face.

This man is like a warrior, much more like a king.

Lan untied the sheath from his back and held his sword in front of him.

According to the rules given to him by Alia, he said in a deep voice: "In Xia Lanen, nobody, I would like to be the agent of the trial of the contest initiated by Miss Arya Stark. ”

The noise was suppressed by Lan En's subdued and loud voice.

After so many memories of the emperor's son, he knows too well how to look solemn when taking oaths and speeches.

At this moment, a warrior with melted silver hair and a delicate and handsome face stood in the middle of the room.

His expression was serious, and his voice was like thunder, as if he had an incomparable sense of justice and responsibility to solve problems for a noble young lady.

No one can take this decision lightly anymore.

Robert, of course, couldn't either.

So the king, who had been impatient from the beginning, straightened his countenance and shouted loudly in the direction of the queen and the prince.

"In the trial of martial arts, the agent of one party is ready, the legal principle is established, does the other party accept it? If not."

The second half of the sentence is actually nonsense, it has been a long time since a martial arts trial has been rejected in this world.

Because that would be seen as cowardice, weakness, and dishonor.

The Queen and Prince Joffrey seemed to be pleased with the sudden situation.

He didn't even wait for Joffrey to ask the queen for advice, he shouted excitedly.

"Hound dogs! Good dog! Come on the field and win honor and justice for me! ”

When the words landed, in the ancient tradition, it was equivalent to the trial of martial arts that had been recognized by both sides.

No one should go against tradition.

The commotion in the room gradually dispersed a passageway, and the Hound Knight that Lan had fought against, Sandor Clegane.

Dressed in his dark armor and with a helmet between his arms, he walked towards Lan's side.

Together, they stood in front of Robert.

"Okay, okay, this fucking and disgusting night is finally having some man's fun! It's a lot more exciting than going to a camp prostitute! Ha ha! ”

Robert laughed heartily, he didn't have the grace of a king, but was full of swearing, bold and bursting.

The passion of the jousting trial seems to have given Robert a shot of stimulant.

His round body jumped up almost happily, and led the Hound Rider and Lann to the open space outside the tent.

"Be careful, nobody, this good Lannister dog is no ordinary tricky dog. I felt like even when I was younger, it would take me fifty rounds to smash his head with a hammer. ”

Robert spoke to Rann very well, not caring at all about the 'good dog' walking beside him.

The Hound Knight on one side had a face as black as his armor, but because he had this expression throughout, no one thought he would have mood swings.

The king wanted an open space, and immediately there was an open space surrounded by torches in the camp.

Lann and Sandor stood in the clearing, watching the bustle of various nobles and retinues, as well as the Stark family, the queen and the prince who were the parties involved.

Everyone looked at Lan with a look of pity and interest.

As the Hound Knight said before, fame is too important to the knight, it is simply a footnote to the strength.

In the eyes of most people, the nameless Lan En should be said to be just a corpse about to lie down in the eyes of everyone except Arya and Sandor.

Everyone knows that the Clegane family under the command of the Lannisters has two 'fierce dogs'.

Both Cleganes were cruel and loyal, tall and powerful.

It doesn't matter if it's good or notorious, it's a famous knight of the Seven Kingdoms anyway.

And the young man with a good face on the other side should have his best ending being cut off a hand or a leg, and then being raised at home by a lonely nobleman, right?

In the face of these glances, Lan En acted very calmly.

Not even the curvature of the smile has changed in the slightest.

"That mother and son should give you a lot of headaches, don't you, Sir Clegane?"

Lan En tilted his head in the direction of the queen and the prince, and said in a relaxed tone.

"I didn't ask you about my strength, nor did I ask you if you were willing, so I arranged a plan for you to fight me."

"It's useless to say it, tell them how dangerous you are, a layman like them won't believe it, not even a knight who hasn't fought with you."

The Hound rider calmly put on his helmet to cover his badly burned face.

As soon as the conversation turned, Sandor drew his sword and asked Lan En a question.

"You have two swords behind your back, what do you say? Could it be that you also have two 'swords' in your pants? ”

"It's really unfortunate that this strange illness only caused me to change my pupils and hair color, but my body is normal."

"yes, it's a pity." Sandor said coldly.

"I was going to cut one out and stuff it in your mouth, leaving one for you to use."

"Tut-tut" In the face of ridicule, Lan En smashed his mouth and pulled out the Bear School steel sword from behind.

"It's scary for you guys to talk."

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