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Chapter 137: champion knight
Chapter 137: champion knight
??Chapter 137 Champion Knight
?? "One hundred golden dragons, I bet on 'Hound Dog' to win!"
??In the auditorium, "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish announced loudly.
?? "I beat Caesar!" Duke Renly said, "The knight who can beat me must be the champion."
??King Robert laughed when he heard his brother's words:
?? "If you can win, you are the champion, and those present may find hundreds of champions! Hahaha!"
??Duke Renly didn't feel embarrassed, he still had an elegant smile on his face, and asked:
?? "Your Majesty, who do you think will be the champion?"
??Robert put down the horn glass and said, "The brandy is brewed in that boy Samwell's territory, right?"
"Yes."
?? "Okay! Then I will pressure him to win! To brew such strong wine, he must be a man who can fight!"
??Queen Cersei suddenly said coldly: "Your Majesty, have you forgotten that Samwell was once named Tully?"
?? "Of course I know." Robert snorted softly, "Isn't he the son of Randyll Tarly?"
?? "So you remember, I thought you forgot how badly you lost at Ash Beach."
?? "Woman, you think I'm as narrow-minded as you. Tell you, even if Lando Tarly is here now, I can drink with him. Of course, after drinking, we have to fight again! Hahaha!"
??Queen Cersei rolled her eyes and said to Petyr, "I crush Sir Sandor Clegane."
?? "I crush my good dog too!" Prince Joffrey yelled after his mother.
?? "I over Clegane."
?? "I crush Caesar."
??…
??The nobles spoke out one after another to participate in the gamble.
??Margaery Tyrell also stood up and said loudly:
?? "Lord Petyr, I and my brother Loras are all over Baron Caesar!"
?? After finishing speaking, Margaery looked back at Natalie beside her, and asked:
?? "Natalie, do you want to press too?"
?? "I..." Natalie clutched the corner of her clothes aggrievedly, "I don't have that much money..."
?? "It's okay, I'll pay for you first." After Margery finished speaking, without waiting for Natalie's reply, she said loudly again, "Lord Petyr, and Miss Natalie, also suppress Baron Caesar!"
??But he said that Baron Caesar was gulping down a glass of iced milk on the sidelines, and then ate a few berries before putting on his helmet again and getting back on his horse.
?? Forty thousand golden dragons, Lao Tzu is here!
??Samwell cheered himself up in his heart, took the lance from the attendant, put his horse under his stomach, and came to the arena.
?? "The Hound" Sandor Clegane also came to the field at this time, he covered his mask without saying a word, and then lowered his long gun.
?? Woo—
??As the horn sounded, the two accelerated at the same time.
?? blah blah blah…
??The temporary stands vibrated accordingly.
Samwell was riding on the horse, leaning forward, and the spear was as steady as a rock, but just when the tip of the spear was about to hit the breastplate of the "Hound", the opponent twisted, and Samwell's strength was captured by the picture on that side. The shields of the three black dogs fell away, and he himself was stabbed squarely by Sandor's lance.
??While the sawdust was scattered, Samwell swayed on the horse and almost fell.
??Natalie took a breath, and her heart was in her throat.
?? "I should think about how to spend your money." Petyr smiled at Duke Renly beside him.
?? "The game is not over yet." Duke Renly countered.
??On the sidelines, "The Hound" Sandor threw down the broken gun, and when he reached out to grab a new gun, he suddenly heard the attendant exclaim:
?? "My lord, your hand..."
??Sandor looked down, only to find that his right hand was already stained red with blood.
??He knew that when he fought against his brother "Magic Mountain" before, his mouth had already been cracked, and the impact just now aggravated his injuries.
?? "Stop talking nonsense, give me the gun!" Sandor yelled at his attendant.
??The attendant didn't dare to say anything, and hastily handed the wooden spear to the big blood-red hand.
??Sandor clamped the horse's belly hard, and galloped forward.
??Samwell on the opposite side has also rode to greet him again.
This time Samwell has experience. At the moment when the two met, he did not rush to shoot, but patiently waited for the opponent to make the first shot. Just when the "Hound Dog"'s spear was about to touch him, in a flash, He suddenly sent out the lance in his hand.
??Boom!
??Two spears exploded at the same time.
??When the wood chips fell to the ground one after another, they saw that the horse of "Hound Dog" had lost an owner.
??But Samwell still sat firmly on the horse, continuing to move forward in the aftermath of the charge.
?? Cheers suddenly exploded in the venue.
?? "Caesar! Caesar! Caesar!"
??In the auditorium, "Littlefinger" Petyr shook his head and sighed: "Alas, the **** of luck has never favored me."
?? Duke Renly laughed loudly: "Little Finger, maybe you should quit gambling."
?? "How can that be?" Petyr shook his head resolutely, "What's the point of a life without excitement?"
??Boom!
??King Robert slapped the table hard, and shouted, "Hahaha! I'll say that boy will do!"
?? Then, he turned his head and looked to the side: "Woman, pay!"
??Queen Cersei's fair complexion was turning blue, and she said coldly:
?? "Lannister, you must pay your debts."
?? Then he no longer cares about his proud husband.
?? "Win! Win! Lord Caesar is amazing!" Natalie cheered bouncingly.
?? Then she hugged Margaret's slender waist and asked excitedly, "Will I have a lot of money?"
?? "That's right." Margaery also hugged Natalie with her backhand, kissed her pink cheek, and said with a smile, "A lot of money!"
??At this time, Samwell, who won the championship, was riding a horse around the field, accepting the cheers of the audience, and at the same time thanking them in return.
??Finally, he came to the main stand, got off his horse, knelt down on one knee, and said loudly:
?? "Your Majesty, I dedicate this victory and glory to you!"
??Robert laughed and waved, "Come here, boy!"
??Samwell stepped up to the stands and came to the king's long table.
??Robert stood up holding two horn glasses.
??It was only then that Samwell realized that the king was actually taller and stronger than him, standing in front of him was full of oppression.
?? "Come, my champion knight, this is your brandy, do it!"
??Samwell looked at the huge wine glass in front of him, and took a deep breath in his heart, as if he had returned to the scene of being drunk by a client during a social gathering in his previous life.
?? But at this time, he could only grit his teeth, take the wine glass and pour it into his mouth.
?? Gudong Gudong...
??By the time Samwell finished drinking the big cup, his head was already dizzy.
??Seeing this, Robert laughed loudly again: "Boy, you can't drink!"
?? After finishing speaking, he took out a laurel wreath from the tray in the hand of the maid behind him and handed it to Samwell:
?? "Go ahead and choose your 'Queen of Love and Beauty'."
?? "Yes, Your Majesty." Samwell took the wreath and laurel crown, but keenly noticed a trace of sadness in the king's eyes.
??He immediately understood that the king remembered the Harrenhal tournament that year.
The champion of the spear joust at that time was the former prince Rhaegar Targaryen, and after he won, he passed his wife, Princess Elia Martell, and handed the laurel wreath to Robert's fiancée — Lyanna Stark.
??This started a period of evil, until the detonation of the war of looters.
?? It can be seen that this wreath and laurel crown really cannot be given randomly.
?? Now, it's Samwell's turn to give this honor.
??He knew he had to be careful.
??Margaery Tyrell is a good choice, but he doesn't want to expose his ambition so early. Natalie Dayne is also good, but it will attract suspicious eyes—
?? The two knights who pursued Natalie had just died, and he did this, which easily attracted the attention of interested people.
??In fact, if you don’t have a favorite object, the winning knight will usually give a wreath and laurel crown to the sponsor’s daughter as a token of gratitude.
?? The tournament was held in the name of the Hand of the King, and though he was not there, his daughter was.
??But in the next second, Samwell thought that Sansa Stark was Prince Joffrey's fiancée... Uh, forget it, let's not mess with that "eternal emperor".
??Just Arya Stark.
??However, when Samwell searched the seats of the nobles in the north, he did not find the second daughter of the King's Hand.
?? Probably slipped away to play again.
?? In desperation, Samwell had no choice but to set his sights on the king's daughter—Princess Myrcella Baratheon.
??This princess is less than ten years old, and has inherited her mother's beauty, but not her bad character.
??Well, this one should be safe.
??So, under the eyes of everyone's anticipation, the young champion knight slowly came to the royal seat and placed the wreath and laurel crown on Princess Myrcella's lap.
?? "Your Highness Mysella, you are the 'Queen of Love and Beauty' in my heart."
"Thank you! Baron Caesar!" Princess Myrcella's cheeks were flushed, and her heart seemed to be jumping out of her throat. All this was the same as the song sang, making her feel like a dream, "This is my greatest honor. !"
??As Princess Myrcella put the wreath and laurel crown on her head, the audience cheered enthusiastically.
?? At this time, it was dark and the spear competition was over, so the king announced that today's meeting was over, and the archery competition and group competition would be held tomorrow.
??The people gradually dispersed, discussing today's contest and the last young champion knight while walking.
??The nobles continued to go to the river to participate in the bonfire dinner.
??Samwell was thinking about his 40,000 golden dragons, so he found "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish.
?? "Don't worry, Sam." Petyr said with a smile, "The prize money will be distributed uniformly after the tournament is over."
??Samwell sighed: "Okay, Lord Petyr. Please forgive my impatience, but you also know that my territory is in a critical stage of construction and urgently needs money."
?? "Really? But how did I hear that after the last battle of Starfall City, you received a large amount of war compensation from the Dane family?"
"Sigh." Samwell sighed again, "My lord, I'm afraid you don't know that the Dane family doesn't have that much money for the time being, so I asked them to give priority to paying the war compensation to my allies. Got it."
?? "I didn't expect you to be such a humble gentleman." Petyr's smile narrowed, "However, listen to my advice, in King's Landing, it's best not to be humble, let alone find any allies."
?? "My lord, I... don't quite understand what you mean." Samwell put on a simple and honest expression just right.
"This is a city built on lies, and the air is filled with the smell of betrayal." Petyr patted Samwell on the shoulder, with a look of heart and soul, "So you can't be so honest anymore, Sam."
?? "My lord... I'm afraid this is against the spirit of chivalry..." Samwell was like an ignorant boy from the countryside at this moment.
?? "Hahaha, chivalry doesn't work here." Petyr seemed to be instructing the students, "When you walk into a women's branch, you can't pretend to be a decent person. You have to learn how to **** a couple of **** first."
?? After speaking, he laughed and left.
??(end of this chapter)