Master Stark seems to have been confused for too long in King's Landing, so suddenly someone who can explain the situation to him gives him advice, and he listens to it.

He didn't take Jory to Iron Street to find Tob Mott's blacksmith shop, nor did he send Jory to talk to Xiufu.

Captain Jory Kesso toasted with Lane over dinner.

"Even if the adults tell me, I will definitely go. But I'd love to have two less trips in this hot place. ”

That's what the captain of the guard said.

Whether it's for the Northerners or the Icewolf, King's Landing is a place with a lot of temperature.

And Eddard Stark, who was handling the official affairs of the kingdom at the Imperial Council, also clearly felt the difference between today and the past.

Government affairs, which are difficult to move an inch on weekdays, are inexplicably like a fish in water at today's conference table.

If it had been before he came into contact with Lanen, he would have thought that 'this kingdom is going well after all'.

But now he understands that the reason why things are going well now is because he did not go to Xiufu according to the information, nor did he go to the blacksmith's shop, nor did he do anything other than the prime minister's office.

His 'inactivity' seems to have led some people to think that he has settled down, and has given him a 'reward' at the conference table.

Do they think they're training dogs?!

Although the affairs were handled smoothly, the anger in Ed's heart was stronger than when he participated in any imperial meeting since taking office!

The meeting ended quickly, and Ed's serious face made it impossible to see that he was any different from the previous days.

Petyr Berish, on the other hand, came up when the crowd was almost gone, still with a gentle and elegant smile on his face.

"Your Excellency, you didn't seem to have caught those two clues yesterday."

Maintaining a smile on his face, Berish's eyes wandered around, as if it had become the instinct of a person like him to observe his surroundings during a conversation.

Ed was genuinely annoyed, but he still carried out Lanne's words accurately.

"Busy, Lord Barich. The death of Lord Jon Arryn is a private matter for me, and I can't afford to let go of my official business as Prime Minister for the sake of private affairs, right? ”

"You really know what is righteous." Baelish's smile didn't seem flawed to Ed. "I only hope you can find your time as soon as possible, or the information you get may be swept away. Leave. ”

As Baerichie faded away, the ceremonial smile on Ed's face vanished.

In the past, the upright Lord Stark would probably not be aware of the mentality and thoughts of people like Baerich, but now.

Lann was right. He was in a hurry.

——

The jousting tournament was a carnival for the commoners who lacked entertainment.

By the time the opening ceremony began, the prime minister had already led his family members to a high platform in the venue.

This high platform is specially prepared for dignitaries.

The king is at the top, and then the prince, the prime minister, and the lords of the Imperial Council

Their position makes it easy to see the entire knights' runway.

The most striking thing about the tournament was the first knight fight, and the most exciting was the group scuffle at the end.

The Knight Tournament venue is vertically demarcated by a wooden fence on a straight and spacious runway.

The two knights on the field will line up on both sides of the wooden fence and start a spear charge.

The cavalry spear used in the charge was a special competition gun, and when the brittle barrel of the gun hit the knights' heavily armed armor, the wooden pole would explode on its own without waiting for the horse's impact to pierce through the armor.

At most, he broke two of the knight's ribs and couldn't hurt his life.

Of course, since it's a game, there will be accidents, and it's normal to happen to stab the weak point of some armor and kill you. And this kind of time. It is also mostly a time when the people cheer and exact.

"Lann, help me keep an eye on Namelia!"

Arya excitedly ran up to the platform and turned around and waved at Lane.

Although Sansa was very ladylike and did not shout, she also nodded at Lan with a red face, and entrusted her 'lady' to Lan En under the high platform.

The witcher ignored the overly feisty little girl and smiled at Sansa.

Sansa ran away with a red face, and Arya was pulled away in a huff.

Lane looked down at the two 'stuffed animals' beside him.

Nymeria was as crazy as its owner, and so many people at the tournament made it jump around with excitement.

The lady has been sitting obediently in place.

With a "bang", Lan En knocked his fingers on the door of one of Nemelia's big wolf heads.

The jumping ice wolf suddenly screamed like Erha, but his behavior was much more honest.

The knights on the field galloped on horseback, and the staggered moments decided the winners.

Even someone like Lan, who was not proficient in immediate combat, could clearly feel the skill and effort contained in this staggered moment.

A qualified warhorse must be proficient in at least four paces.

Ordinary running, rapid marching, charging, and rapid turning, and in the moment of the exchange of spears, the excellent war horse must also adjust its footsteps to the state of the most violent impact and the most stable center of gravity.

Such a horse is a qualified war horse.

A qualified horse needs a qualified knight to control it.

It is up to the knight to judge the distance and speed, to judge the physical condition of the horse, and to judge the terrain. At the same time, the knight also has to take into account the angle of his shield, the accuracy of his spear, and his endurance

These subtle considerations come together in one place, and then in the moment of the encounter, the difference between the two sides is reflected by the victory or defeat.

Whoever is more in-depth in the field of technology and who is more effective in daily training will be known by looking at who is down.

Most of these knights couldn't stand in front of Lan for five seconds in the field of foot combat.

But once the battlefield is pulled to the horse's back, Lan En can only guarantee that his riding skills will make the horses run no slower than theirs.

It's too hard to hedge and win.

A good knight can grasp the ups and downs of the state of the war horses on both sides, and then use his own inferior horses to kill the good horses on the opposite side in the hedge!

Of course, for the laymen who watched the battle, it was enough to be lively.

After a few rounds of knightly jousting, a knight whom Lan knew rode on horseback. That's Shuo.

He reined in front of the high platform where the king was, waiting to greet the king with his opponents.

And then his opponent came.

It was a figure like a swarthy iron tower!

Lan En visually measured that this person was at least two and a half meters tall! The shoulders are broad, and the arms are thick like small tree trunks.

That pair of swarthy armor is estimated that ordinary people can't even move it. Underneath the armor, he also wore chain mail and cooked leather armor. He wears a flat-topped helmet, leaving only a breathing hole for his mouth and nose, and a narrow hole next to his eyes for observation, and the top of the helmet is decorated with a stone fist pointing straight to the sky.

The Magic Mountain, Gregor Clegane.

Sandor Clegane's older brother, rumored to be the strongest man in Westeros, and the fierce dog of the Lannisters.

Judging from Lan's experience of fighting Sandor, this guy's single strength attribute is estimated to be on par with himself.

Of course, everyone present knew better than Rann a 'foreigner' that he was powerful.

At least as an adversary, our Sir Xiufu has turned pale.

Ask for recommendations! Ask for a commuter pass! Ask for a subscription!

(End of chapter)