"Are you sure?" said Angai. Apparently he didn't believe it.

Tyrion smiled, "Angel Archers, a castle, a fiefdom, I haven't seen it yet." It's just a small bet. I'm here for honor, and those who humiliate me must pay the price. I hope that your archery skills will win me victory, and of course, this honor and victory will also belong to you. ”

The red cloaks around Tyrion knew that Tyrion was talking nonsense, so they had to look serious and sanctimonious, as if what Tyrion said was true.

The civilian archers of Ange and Dorne are itching, and the bet is too exciting.

"Little devil, are you and your nobles from the West betting on the Golden Dragon or on the castle and the territory?" he wanted to bet on the castle and the territory, as he hadn't done that yet. Moreover, the little devil may not care about the castle and the territory, he is a Lannister in the West, and he has gold in the he pulls out, and the entire Westland Kingdom belongs to him. It's not surprising that a gentleman doesn't care about a small castle and a small territory.

However, if he wins, Angay can use it to get more prizes.

With one arrow, the opponent falls off the horse and the castle changes hands. This is his most exciting archery bet yet.

Tyrion groaned for a moment and said, "Well, to be honest, it's true that we're not betting on the golden dragon this time, but the castle and the territory. I'm making a bet with Her Majesty, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. If I lose, I won't have a fief or a castle in the West, but if I win, hehe, in the King's Land, I'll have a private castle and a small domain. Angay, do you know where the hereditary domain of the Mormont family on Bear Island came about? Do you know how the Littlefinger Isles of the Five Fingers Peninsula of Sir Petyr got their territory? ”

Tyrion looked at Ange with a sparkle in his eyes as he said this. The meaning in his eyes couldn't be clearer: Angay, if you win my pleasure, maybe I'll give you all the castle territory as soon as I open my mouth.

In the Seven Kingdoms, there are indeed many rewards for such bets between lords.

A lot of penniless guys, in the blink of an eye, get a hereditary domain and knighthood after a bet from a big lord or a prince and nobleman!

Although Angay didn't have extravagant hopes and didn't believe in the little devil, his heart still moved: inside the king's territory!

This could not be clearer.

Not in the West, but in the king's realm.

If the little devil is a bastard, it's normal for him to reward people with the castle he won. The little devil is an unpredictable bastard, eating and drinking. Prostitution. A model of gambling.

Angay thought to himself, the attraction of this competition suddenly increased several times.

If you really want to be favored by the seven gods, and be able to have a castle and a territory in the royal realm because of the arrows, Angay will open his own knight family, and like the first patriarch of many knight families, he will be the founder. He could even ask a scholar to give him the honorable surname of the founder, and his fame would be known in the Seven Kingdoms and passed on to his descendants.

True or not, give it a try!

"Little devil, I'll let you win. The young man Angay laughed. He is not afraid of heaven and earth, Ben has never had the luxury of becoming a castle lord, until today, until now!

"If you want to win, as long as I get this tone right, Angay, if you are a Knight of Oath (Knight of Oath has no knight's name and no territory), my castle can reward you. I'm afraid that you will lose your name and territory, and I will be humiliated by Her Majesty the Queen. You know, I can lose to anyone, but I must not lose to Her Majesty. She's my own sister, but I hate her!" Tyrion said, "Angai, you can help me win, won't you?"

Angai didn't answer, but drew an arrow, which pointed to the sky, bent the bow to the full moon, and shot out with a whoosh.

Tyrion and his retinue looked up at the sky, not understanding what it meant.

Unfazed, Angay and his fellow civilian archers continued on their way.

Tyrion and the others were shocked, what did it mean that this guy shot an arrow into the sky, and then continued to urge the horse forward as if nothing had happened? Wouldn't that arrow fall from the sky? The arrow whistled down, and if it landed on someone's head without a helmet, it would be a human life.

Tyrion didn't understand, but he didn't ask, he didn't want to be laughed at by Angay and his gang of civilian archers.

Sometimes, you can't take the initiative to prove your ignorance to others.

Jack the boil beside Tyrion kept looking up at the sky, but unfortunately, the arrow shot high and far away, and disappeared without a trace.

Tyrion was also suspicious, but he was an old fox, and no one could see his thoughts.

"Friend, put on your helmet. Angay said to Jack the Boil, "The arrow will soon fall on your head." ”

Jack was startled, and hurriedly looked up at the sky, in the sky, a black dot was getting bigger and bigger, whistling, and in the blink of an eye, he heard the sound of breaking the sky. Jack was so frightened that he straightened his helmet before he could put down his mask, when the arrow fell and hit Jack's helmet.

Jack's eyes were closed, his neck shrank, and the arrow fell high in the air, with great force, and he was terrified, and under the impact of the arrow, Jack's body was crooked, and he fell off his horse.

The arrow bounced off Jack's helmet and landed on the ground, but it was a headless arrow.

There are no arrows.

Ange and his friends laughed. It looks like Angay and they often play this kind of game.

None of Tyrion and the others could laugh.

Such archery is unseen and unheard of by Tyrion.

Time, distance, strength, height, landing point, every place is not calculated accurately, and mistakes will be made. Moreover, an arrow without an arrow has greater wind resistance and is more likely to deviate from the direction. Sharp arrows can break through the air more and ensure the accuracy of the flight trajectory.

The arrogant red cloaks were all surprised, and everyone's faces changed.

Jack was even more frightened.

He rolled over and scrambled to his feet, and Tyrion only glanced at him, and he stood stiff and overwhelmed.

"Put away your sword, you idiot. Tyrion said unceremoniously.

Jack's face flushed.

Tyrion was displeased with Jack on the surface, but he was overjoyed in his heart: archery, he had only seen shooting people and objects, aiming at the target, but he had never seen an arrow shoot into the sky first, and then wait for the arrow to fall but hit the target.

You know, everybody rode forward on horseback and didn't stop.

When Angai shot the arrow into the sky, he didn't pause at all and didn't aim, which shows that he didn't need to calculate the angle first, and he took the arrow in his hand, that is, he was confident.

Tyrion was amazed by such archery.

"Angai, the gods must have heard my prayers so that I can find you, and let us go together to defeat Her Majesty's Adam Malbran. Tyrion said, but kept silent about the castle and the realm.

Angay smiled slightly: "Little devil, I will help you win the castle and territory, defeat the queen, you win so many bets, but only give me thirty golden dragons?" He looked at his companions around him, and they all chuckled, looking at Tyrion and disapproving.

Tyrion said, "Angay, you are a Dorn, and a castle and territory are really a golden dragon and silver deer in my eyes, but you are not a knight, and your status does not allow you to own a castle and a territory. ”

"Definitely. "Then I may refuse to compete for you, or, if I lose to your fellow in the West, whatever is the name of that fellow, Adam Malbran." ”

"Lose, Dorne first, Westlands first?" Tyrion raised his voice.

"I can choose not to compare. Angai smiled.

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