"As you wish, Your Majesty. Ed said, his face expressionless. He glanced at his treasurer, Viyan Poole, who trotted forward, followed by two attendants, one of whom took out a bag and poured all the gold coins on the queen's desk.

"Your Majesty, here are fifty golden dragons. Vijan Poole said respectfully.

"Fifty golden dragons?" Her Majesty raised her voice slightly so that the courtiers could hear it more clearly.

Joffrey smiled his trademark charming, "Old butler, there's one thing in your northern realm that's so special, and that's snow. Jon Snow is also one of the snow, hahaha!"

Robert complained to Ed, "Sooner or later, my child will be deposed with the Lannister, Ned, you can take him as a righteous son, and discipline that bad boy for me." His mother's words and deeds are abolishing that child every day, if you look at his bandaged hands, they will be broken when they go out to play, seven layers of hell!"

"I will take Prince Joffrey as an adopted son, I am afraid that Her Majesty the Queen will not want to, Your Majesty. Ed said.

"I'm the king, Ned, I'll have the final say! That's it, when you get to King's Landing, you will take him as a righteous son, the old rule, let him start with your squire. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Another of Vyan Poole's attendants took a golden silk pouch from his bosom with some clumsiness, opened it, and poured out all the golden dragons inside, and piled them up in front of the queen.

"Your Majesty, this is another fifty golden dragons, a total of one hundred golden dragons, and we, Lord Eddard, bet on the dance teacher Silio to win. ”

"Oh, accept!" said Her Majesty the Queen lightly. Her haughty gaze never glanced at the three people in front of her.

Robert raised his hand, and Sir Marin Tran, who had returned, raised his left hand, with a bandage under his right shoulder armor, and shouted: "The king has an order, the duel begins!"

Choke!

The hound drew his sword, and the blade reflected the firelight, and a stream of gold spun on the blade.

"Good sword!" Robert praised.

"Good sword!" Marin Tran cheered.

"Good sword!" echoed the courtiers and knights.

Queen Cersei smiled an uncomfortable smile at the corners of her mouth, as if she was mocking someone.

Joffrey stood up, and the expression on his face was eager to try, as if he couldn't help but want to go down himself: "Dog, kill him, this is the order." ”

Silio grinned and drew his sword from its sheath, his sword compared to that of the Hound as if it were a child's toy, and his size compared to that of the Hound as if it were half a child.

Laughter rang out, mostly from the Lannisters, who had knights, freeriders, and red-cloaked guards.

Some shrill whistles rang out.

Silio took his composure at these mocking and sarcastic whistles, and he turned to Arya and said, "Arya, watch the teacher's dance ......"

Yes!

The exclamation abruptly interrupted the dance teacher's words, and the hound slashed his sword into the unsuspecting teacher's neck as he turned back to speak to Arya.

The Hound has a long sword, and with a step forward, it is at the right distance to attack.

At this time, the dance teacher's head has not yet returned.

Frightened, I closed my eyes and exclaimed, but some female dependents, as well as a few men from the north, shouted: Be careful, behind.

Edrob's eyes widened.

The Hound sneak attack is despicable, but it is not a foul.

The two sides were already standing in the dueling arena, and the king had given an order, and the two men on the field were allowed to move at any time.

In the midst of the crowd's discoloration, it was as if there was an eye in the back of Celio's head, and he did not turn back, but just lowered his head, and avoided the sword. Before the hound could retract his sword, Silio's sword had already stabbed out with his backhand, and with a glaring sound, it was pointed at the hound's wrist.

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

Without looking back, without looking, you can hit the hound on the wrist with your hands and fight back.

"Seven layers of hell, this is nothing short of witchcraft. Robert's voice roared.

The dance teacher just made a move that made Robert change his contempt for him: "If the gods want me to repent, I will crush the dance teacher to win, although the hound is our own swordsman." ”

Ding Ding Ding!

A few points of silver light fell like starlight, and the moment the hound slashed back to the sword, his wrists, shoulders, and knees were actually hit by the dance teacher once.

If it weren't for the armor protection, the hound would be useless.

The noise of hundreds of people was suddenly taken away by the gods, and there was only the night wind and sword qi in the duel clearing, and there was no other sound.

The knights present were all shocked in their hearts, they had never seen this kind of fast and incoherent swordsmanship. How can a person's body footwork and swordsmanship be so fast, and so accurate, it is simply incredible.

Her Majesty's face became so ugly, as if she had been slapped in the face.

Joffrey was speechless, his eyes widened and something was stuffed in his throat, and he was choked with it.

Ed was also shocked in his heart, no matter how bad the hound was, it was impossible to even be unable to block the dance teacher's sword, this is absolutely impossible, there can be no such powerful swordsmanship in the world, the gods are above, this is absolutely impossible!

But the fact is that if the hound had no armor - the wrists, shoulders, knees had already been pierced.

Syrio stepped back, his sword was already behind him, and his eyes were staring at the hound, who was in a daze: "Arya, take a closer look." The spirit is like a cat, the speed is like the wind, the sword is like light, look at the sword with your heart, don't use your eyes, the enemy's sword will have nothing to hide. It's just that the turtle shell is a bit thick tonight. ”

The hound was fixed, and his heart was surprised and delighted, yes, he was surprised and delighted when he was abused by the swordsmanship, but his expression was completely covered by the dog's helmet.

There really is such a magical swordsmanship in the world, and the legend that Braavos's Water Dance swordsmanship is the first is not a lie.

The hound long sword circled, pulled out the light sword flower, no longer traded, and the long sword was raised. The standard sword style with both offense and defense is approaching Silio step by step.

Straight stab!

The Hound Dog's sword can stab the opponent, but the opponent's sword is half shorter and cannot stab him at all.

Silio did not retreat or block, his body was slightly short and he entered the half-sword distance of the hound, and the straight sword of the hound's stabbing sword was above his head, and a little star, with a ding, spilled on the throat of the hound.

However, the armor on the throat of the hound has long been well protected.

The sword in the hound's hand fell, slashing Celio's back.

Bite!

With a crisp sound, the starlight was on the sword of the hound, the hound's downward slash was deformed, Silio took advantage of the force to move forward, his footsteps swirled, and he did not look back when he reached the back of the hound, and the backhand sword, like a divine help, stabbed on the back of the hound's neck.

The hound spun around and slashed with his shuriken.

The sword light is like a match, bringing up a strong wind. Within a few feet was the cutting range of the Hound Dog's blade.

In the midst of the applause, Mr. Cyrio was already standing outside the sword light of the hound. The dance teacher opened his mouth and scolded: "What a thick turtle shell, what's it?" Dog species!" He already knew in his heart that there was a hundred refining soft armor in the armor of the hound.

When the tip of the sword touched, the force rebounded, and twice it pierced into the gap between the armor connections, but the tip of the sword could not penetrate at all.