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Night.

The king, the prime minister, and the courtiers and nobles had a revelry.

*

The king's tent area, the queen's tent.

"I'm going to make sure I win tomorrow, no matter what I do. Cersei said lightly, "Make sure, it's not a lot of accidents like today." ”

"Tomorrow has already won. Gregor said, his tone unquestionable, "Tomorrow, honor belongs to the West, and I swear by my life." ”

"Paischer, will the hounds die?" Cersei turned suddenly, without warning.

"Your Majesty, I have done my best, and I am afraid I will not be able to save him. ”

"How many days does he have?"

"I'm not sure, maybe two days, maybe half a month, his viscera is bleeding, his spine is broken, even if he is cured, he can no longer ride a horse. ”

"There's no other way?" the little devil franted, "there must be another way?" he walked around, like, "His dark magic or something." ”

Cersei and Paiselle are visibly uneasy little devils who look like idiots.

"Rescue is also crippled? Then I really grieve for the hounds. Cersei said without sadness.

"Phew!" Demon Mountain spat the carpet, his eyes looking at Cersei, angry.

Cersei's face didn't change, and her words changed for no reason, "What can you think of to make sure that you will win tomorrow?" ”

"The Magic Mountain itself is the biggest guarantee. Demon Mountain said anxiously, "I'll knock those three little ghosts off the horse tomorrow, all of them." ”

"Poison needles, poisons, laxatives for horses?" Cersei said, "anything goes, as long as you can win." ”

The eyes of the magic mountain were round, like the red eyes of a bull, and he looked at Cersei fixedly for a while, and then left angrily without saying a word.

"We need manpower right now, it's hard to find someone like Hound Dog, and Cobain from the Blood Theatre might be able to save his life. The little devil kept walking around, "The blood troupe was destroyed, but Cobain didn't die. ”

*

In the aristocratic stands of the tournament field, the lights shine like day.

Petyr Beriss, Littlefinger, sat at a distance from Will and the others, and he took a bite of the fragrant roast pork, the golden juice running down his chin and onto his mustache.

The squire, Grimm, stood beside the Earl of Petyr, bowing humbly, and he was not allowed to sit down.

"Lord Petyr, I have a little way to make sure that the Knight of the North wins the spear match tomorrow. ”

"Sure to win?"

"We're going to win. ”

Petyr was clearly not interested in winning or losing the game, and his eyes glanced at Will on the other side of the long table, and continued to concentrate on the roast suckling pig in front of him.

Green understood, and walked gently to Will's side: "My lord, I have a plan to ensure that I can win the Magic Mountain and the Hundred Flowers Knight tomorrow." ”

"Oh, let's hear it. ”

Green noticed Will's eyes narrowing slightly, and his confidence increased, and said, "The only difficulty is that I'm afraid that Jon Amber Jr. and Harris Moran won't do this out of knightly honor." ”

"If you can win 40,000 golden dragons, it is worth sacrificing a little fame, not to mention dealing with the magic mountain, any means can be called above board. ”

"Your Excellency. The narrow smile on Green's lips hung on his lips, and he whispered softly.

Will nodded and said, "Sit!"

Green sat down across from Will, a table full of meat, fragrant fresh bread, and all sorts of fine wines, and the attendants shuttling through them, busy with all their hearts.

The king spends money, not running water, it is a tornado mode.

In the center of the martial arts arena behind him, all kinds of juggling plays, singing singers, dancing dancers, riddlers and moon children, clowns and poets, there is nothing more prosperous and enjoyable than this.

These are all joys piled up on the treasury, which is already empty.

Green began to feast.

"When you're full, you're in charge of getting things done. Will said.

"Me?" said Green, with a piece of freshly baked bread in his mouth, a golden wine in his hand, and a slightly oily roast dog meat in his other hand. The smell of meat is tangy.

"Yes, you!" Will said.

"I can't get into the Prime Minister's Tower. ”

"I'll go back with Arya, Bran, Sansa, and their dance teacher, Celio Friel. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Have you found all the boats that Lord Petyr wants you to find?"

"Yes, my lord, the merchant ship of Braavos, the Tempest. ”

"Where's the big wooden box?"

"It's all on board, my lord. ”

"It's all empty?"

"Yes, sir. ”

"The customs and revenue patrol sailors won't go up to check. ”

"My lord, Lord Petyr's ship, which little sailor dares to go up and check it?"

"To-morrow you and Count Petyr, go and buy some food and clothing, put them on the ship, and fill them with boxes. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Can I trust you?"

"Your Excellency can't trust Petil, but you can trust Grimm. Petyr is an important minister in the court, but Green is a nobody, and his life cannot be guaranteed at any time. ”

*

Inside the tent of the Duke of Lanli in the royal territory.

Lan Li and dozens of knights of Storm's Rest were enjoying a drink.

The attendants outside shouted, the tent curtain was lifted, and the smiling Knight of the Hundred Flowers, Ser Loras Tyrell, stepped in.

Lan Li was overjoyed, hurriedly stood up, greeted him, held his hands together, and sat down together.

Loras Tyrell was raised as a child at Storm's End, and was a squire of Ranri Baratheon. The relationship between the two has been close since childhood, and the knights and squires of Storm's End know that the two are like brothers.

Loras's prowess was not just spears, but his swordsmanship, axes, and maces.

He is also recognized as a beautiful man in the Seven Kingdoms: long brown hair flowing and beautiful golden eyes. All the little girls in the Seven Kingdoms want to go to his bed, and all the boys want to have his immaculate beauty.

Loras and Ranley sat together, their charm and brilliance overshadowing all the knights in the tabernacle...... They were bright and beautiful jade, and everyone else instantly became a vulgar and stubborn stone.

"I came up with an idea to make sure you can win the Magic Mountain. Duke Lanli whispered intimately in Loras's ear.

"What's the idea?"

Duke Lan Li chuckled and said his plan.

"You let me fight the Demon Mountain tomorrow?"

"Defeat the Magic Mountain and become famous in the Seven Kingdoms, even if the Northern Kid wins the game in the end, the glory will not overshadow your good name. ”

*

The next day, the final of the rifle competition.

The first to appear is Gregor Clegane, the Magic Mountain of the West. He rode a sturdy warhorse—but a toy horse for his size—past the noble platform and greeted the king and queen. He didn't glance at Eddard Stark, the Prime Minister, even though it was a Prime Minister's Tournament.

Then there was Loras Tyrrell, the Knight of the Hundred Flowers, who appeared in a rose cloak adorned with white and red roses, and the whole audience cheered, and the noble ladies stood up en masse and waved to him. Sansa's face was overjoyed with the gift and praise of one of his red roses, and her whole body was hot.

Arya, on the other hand, dismisses Loras, believing that a man who is more beautiful than a woman and lacks spirit is by no means a true hero. Bran completely agrees with Arya, and believes that in nine years, sixteen, he will be far superior to Loras Tyrell's martial arts: stabbing him at the gun's point. Sansa was upset about this.

Loras Tyrell, the Knight of the Hundred Flowers, came to the King and the Queen, dismounted, and knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty, for the sake of the old and new gods, please give me the honor of challenging the Magic Mountain." ”

The war horse came on horseback, and he also jumped off the war horse and knelt on one knee to stroke his chest: "Your Majesty the King, Your Majesty the Queen, in the name of the old and new gods, please grant me the honor of challenging the Demon Mountain." ”

Coming to rip the body and kneeling side by side with the Hundred Flowers Knight, but he is much taller than the Hundred Flowers Knight: just like adults and children.

The Jon Amber family in the last Hearthcity in the North is a family with giant blood that has long been said to be by the people of the North, and its family crest is the roaring giant who broke the silver chains. The people of the family are also tall and burly like giants.

Jon Amber Jr., compared to the Magic Mountain, is not much taller, but one size smaller, but more fierce and agile.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded Harris Moran stepped forward to greet the King and the Queen, who was smiling, humble and polite, and did not participate in the fight.

King Robert stood up and laughed, "Good, good, young hero, as it should be." Jon Amber, I can't give you this honor, but I want the gods to bless you with the final victory. Rise up, Knight of the Hundred Flowers, I, King of the Andals, the Roynards, the Ancestors, the Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and the Guardian of the Lands, Robert I of the House of Bara Theon, hereby declare that the honor of challenging the Magic Mountain is yours: Ser Loras Tyrrell. ”