"One hundred gold dragons, I bet the 'Hound Dog' will win!"

In the audience, "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish announced loudly.

"I beat Caesar!" Lord Renly said, "Any knight who can defeat me will definitely be the champion."

King Robert heard his brother's words and immediately laughed:

"If I can beat you, I'll be the champion. I'm afraid there will be hundreds of champions out there! Hahaha!"

Duke Renly did not 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 was brewed in that boy Samwell's territory, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay! Then I'll beat him to win! If he can brew such a strong wine, he must be a man who can fight!"

Queen Cersei suddenly said coldly: "Your Majesty, have you forgotten that this Samwell's surname was Tarly?"

"Of course I know." Robert snorted, "Isn't he Randyll Tarly's son?"

The people gradually dispersed, discussing today's grand contest and the young champion knight at the end.

But the next second, Samwell thought that Sansa Stark was Prince Joffrey's fiancée... Well, forget it, it's better not to mess with that "Eternal Emperor".

"Woman, you think I am as petty as you. Let me tell you, even if Randyll Tarly is here now, I can still drink with him. Of course, there will be another fight after drinking! Hahaha!"

So, under the eyes of everyone who was looking forward to it, the young champion knight slowly came to the royal table and placed the wreath and laurel crown on Princess Myrcella's lap.

But at this time, he could only grit his teeth, take the wine glass and pour it into his mouth.

Margaery Tyrell is a good choice, but he doesn't want to reveal his ambitions so early. Giving it to Natalie Dayne is also a good choice, but it will attract suspicious eyes——

Then, he turned his head and looked to his side: "Woman, pay!"

"Yes." Margaery also hugged Natalie with her backhand, kissed her on the pink cheek, and said with a smile, "That's a lot of money!"

"Don't worry, Sam." Petyr said with a smile, "The bonuses will be distributed after the tourney is over."

By the time Samwell finished drinking this large glass, his head was already dizzy.

Well, this one should be safe.

But it was said that Baron Caesar was on the sidelines at this time, gulping down a glass of ice milk, then eating a few more berries, and then put on his helmet again and got on his horse.

Then he ignored his proud husband.

"I'm crushing Clegane."

Samwell encouraged himself in his heart, took the lance from the squire's hand, put his horse under his belly, and came to the competition ground.

Samwell looked at the huge wine glass in front of him and took a deep breath, as if he had returned to the scene of being drunk by a client during a social gathering in his previous life.

Finally, he came to the main stand, got off his horse, knelt on one knee, and said loudly:

"Your Majesty, I dedicate this victory and glory to you!"

Woo——

The nobles came forward to participate in the gambling game.

On the sidelines, "Hound Dog" Sandor dropped the broken gun and reached out to grab a new gun when he suddenly heard the attendant exclaim:

Samwell was riding a horse, leaning forward, his spear as steady as a rock, but just when the tip of the spear was about to hit the breastplate of the "Hound", the other party twisted, and Samwell's strength was blocked by the painted side.

The shields of the three black dogs were removed, and he himself was stabbed by Sandor's spear.

At this time, Samwell, who won the championship, was riding a war horse around the field, accepting the cheers of the audience and thanking them in return.

Natalie took a deep breath, her heart in her throat.

"Go and choose the 'Queen of Love and Beauty' in your mind."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Samwell took the wreath and crown, but keenly noticed a trace of sadness in the king's eyes.

This tournament was held in the name of the Hand of the King, and although he was not present, his daughter was.

In the audience, "Littlefinger" Petyr shook his head and sighed: "Hey, the god of luck never favors me."

"Alas." Samwell sighed again, "I'm afraid you don't know, my lord, 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. As for my share, it hasn't been paid yet.

Got it."

"Natalie, do you want to press too?"

"Thank you! Baron Caesar!" Princess Myrcella's cheeks were flushed, and her heart seemed to jump out of her throat. Everything was just like what was sung in the song, making her feel like a dream. "This is my greatest honor.

!”

Cheers suddenly erupted in the venue.

Sandor looked down and found that his right hand was stained red with blood.

This time, Samwell was experienced. The moment the two met, he did not rush to shoot, but patiently waited for the other party to make the first move. Just when the "Hound Dog"'s spear was about to touch him, in the lightning flash,

Only then did he suddenly send out the lance in his hand.

Samwell walked up to the stand and came to the king's long table.

When the wood chips fell to the ground one after another, they saw that the "Hound Dog"'s horse had lost an owner.

Now, it's Samwell's turn to give out this honor.

This started a bad relationship, until the War of the Snatchers exploded.

On the opposite side, Samwell has also ridden to greet him again.

Only then did Samwell realize that the king was actually taller and stronger than him, and he was full of oppression when he stood in front of him.

Gudong, Gudong...

As the sawdust scattered, Samwell swayed on his horse and almost fell.

In fact, if you don't have someone you like, usually the winning knight will give a wreath and laurel crown to the organizer's daughter as a token of gratitude.

Robert stood up holding two horn goblets.

"Win! Win! Lord Caesar is so awesome!" Natalie jumped up and cheered.

"I should think about how to spend your money." Petyr smiled at Lord Renly beside him.

Lord Renly laughed loudly: "Littlefinger, maybe you should stop gambling."

Ta-ta-ta...

boom!

The two spears exploded at the same time.

"Sir, your hands..."

"I didn't expect you to be such a humble gentleman." Petyr's smile narrowed, "However, please listen to my advice. In King's Landing, it is best not to be humble, let alone find any allies."

"So you remember, I thought you had forgotten how badly you lost at Censhutan."

After saying that, Margery looked back at Natalie beside her and asked:

"How can that be done?" Petyr shook his head decisively, "What's the point of a life without excitement?"

As Princess Myrcella put the wreath of laurels on her head, the audience burst into warm cheers.

As the horn sounded, the two accelerated at the same time.

He immediately understood that the king was remembering the tourney at Harrenhal that year.

The attendant did not dare to say anything and quickly handed the wooden gun into the big blood-red hand.

"Caesar! Caesar! Caesar!"

It can be seen that this wreath and laurel crown should not be given away randomly.

Sandor pinched the horse's belly hard and galloped forward.

After saying that, he took out a garland and laurel wreath from the tray in the hand of the maid behind him and handed it to Samwell:

Forty thousand golden dragons, I’m here!

"The Hound" Sandor Clegane also came to the scene at this time. He covered his mask without saying a word, and then lowered his spear.

Queen Cersei's fair complexion was turning blue, and she said coldly:

"Lannister, you must pay your debts."

He knew that the tiger's mouth had cracked when he fought with his brother "Magic Mountain" before, and the impact just now aggravated the injury.

Then she hugged Margery's slender waist next to her and asked excitedly: "Am I going to have a lot of money?"

Samwell was thinking about his forty thousand golden dragons, so he found "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish.

In desperation, Samwell had no choice but to turn his attention to the king's daughter, Princess Myrcella Baratheon.

"The game isn't over yet," Lord Renly countered.
To be continued...