Witte "Two feuding families, do you need someone to persuade them to separate?"
Tyrion "No, fists can't kill anyone. Look, aren't they very popular when they fight?"
Werther looked around and said, "Indeed!"
The older nobles observed for a while, and after knowing who the two parties were in the fight, they all held up their wine glasses and laughed and chatted with the people next to them about the past of the two families, competing to see who knew the two families had fought more times.
Young people cheered and cheered.
Earl Janos Bracken only had five daughters and had never given birth to a boy. According to the laws of the kingdom, he made his nephew Hendry Bracken the heir to the family.
Lord Tytos Blackwood has six sons and one precious daughter.
His second son, Lucas Blackwood, saw Hendry Bracken drinking and mocked him, saying that Bracken was going to be extinct and could only find his nephew to inherit the family business.
How could Hendry Bracken bear such anger, and what's more, it came from the mouth of a Blackwood family member. He immediately threw the wine glass into the other's face, and the two sides started fighting.
Hendry Bracken was better at martial arts and knocked down the opponent in a few blows. But there were five men in Blackwood, big and small, and the one who fell on the ground quickly got up. Tables, chairs and plates were flying everywhere. At first
It was still one-on-one, but somehow it became one-on-five, and I couldn't stand it anymore.
"Five against one, this is an insult to chivalry! Which of you will help my brother?"
The five girls of the Bracken family also stood up. They couldn't fight, but they knew their advantages.
"You Blackwood coward, I'm here to punish you!"
"I will go through fire and water for this beautiful lady, boy! Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?"
The single aristocratic boy watching the excitement was excited by the five beauties, and several people immediately joined the fight.
Five against five, six against five, the number of people is still increasing.
"Who are you? Why did you hit me?" Someone got punched for no reason.
"I don't care who you are! You're blocking my view." The person on the other side kicked him out again.
Young people all over the Riverlands started fighting, and it was chaos. Fortunately, none of them had weapons.
Prime Minister Jon Arryn stood up and wanted to stop him, but as soon as he greeted the Kingsguard, he sat down and lost the energy.
There were seven Kingsguards, two guarding the Queen's side, and there were only five people present. The King had to leave two people on each side, one on the left and one on the right. Three Kingsguards rushed into the crowd.
Those who are fighting are guests and must respect the rights of guests. The Kingsguard cannot draw their swords to intimidate them. There is really no way to deal with a group of drunken and passionate young people. They can only pull them away and drag them aside.
"Ashara Dayne!"
It's okay to fight at the wedding banquet, but don't lift the tables of other guests. When Witte saw that the matter was getting bigger and bigger, she called the commander of the Tyroshi City Defense Army to deal with it. The people she dealt with the most every day were alcoholic lunatics.
"Master!" Ashara walked up to Werther crookedly, her face flushed and smelling of alcohol.
Witte pointed to the fighting crowd and said, "Go deal with it."
"As you command!"
Ashara gave a military salute to Werther, then turned and looked at the corner of the chaotic hall.
"You bastards! Ah~~Ugh!"
The person vomited all over the floor before he could even move.
Werther looked around. Except for Nymeria, Robert's large table was filled with middle-aged men in their thirties and forties. This group of people cheered and cheered the loudest.
Other older nobles were also drinking and watching the young people fighting.
Werther "Forget it, never mind, wait until they fight themselves, Tyrion, come here and continue drinking."
Tyrion came over with two huge cups and slammed them on the table. "The beating was even worse when you got married!"
At a wedding in Westeros, the two newlyweds will be sent into the room after receiving everyone's blessings. Werther didn't know it at the time. No one cared about this kind of thing, and no one said anything to Werther at all.
Renly also followed Werther's example and set up a magic circle of illusion magic at the door of the room. A group of young people with bruises and bruises once again experienced the power of the magician and could not find Renly's new house!
On the second day, many people were still drunk, and there was a tense situation inside the Red Fort. Various gossips spread outside the Red Fort through different channels.
When Werther woke up, he found that he was sleeping alone in the garden of the Red Castle. His clothes were intact, but one shoe was missing from his feet. He could not remember what happened after the banquet yesterday.
With a splitting headache and unbearable thirst, Werther limped towards the Red Castle hall with his hand on his forehead.
When he came to the door and saw the busy guards, Werther had a bad feeling.
These ordinary guards were just carrying out orders, there was no point in asking them. Werther quickly walked to Maegor's House, where the king lived, and when he saw the Kingsguard Lynne Corbray, he hurriedly approached and pulled him over for questioning. p>
"Sir Lynn, what happened?"
Linley and Werther, Lynn Corbray can still tell the difference between "Duke Werther, I received the news this morning that the Prime Minister is dead."
"Ah! Tell me the whole thing from beginning to end." Werther saw Jon Arryn drinking at the wedding banquet yesterday. If it was an assassination, then the matter would be serious.
Lynn Corbray winked at Werther. Werther saw that he was so cautious, so he took him to the top of the Queen Mother's Ballroom. There was a long corridor here, and anyone on both sides could be found from a distance.
Werther cast the silence spell again; "We are in a magic circle, no one can hear us."
Lynn Corbray "After yesterday's wedding banquet, the Hand was a little drunk. When he left, he smiled and said to the king that Robert had a child, Eddard had a child, Stannis also had a child, and Renly and Werther also had a child.
After getting married, he has nothing to pursue now, he just wants to go back and have another son."
Werther "You get stronger with age, but what happens next?"
Lynn Corbray "The Prime Minister has been getting thinner and thinner recently. His Majesty the King has asked him, but the Prime Minister has always insisted that he is in good health. However, the Grand Master confirmed that the Prime Minister must be sick."
Werther "I see that he is thin, pale, and has sunken eye sockets. He must be sick."
Lynn Corbray "When the maid came into the room this morning, she found Lysa Tully huddled alone in a corner of the bedroom. The Prime Minister was already dead on the bed."
Werther "How did he die?"
Lynne Corbray lowered her voice, "The Prime Minister was so violent last night that he died of exhaustion."
"Fuck!"
Witte couldn't figure out why this 20-year-old man was so violent. Such a death should be reported quietly and should not be spread to the outside world. News of his death should be reported normally. Given his age, Witte felt that many people were prepared for his death in advance.
, no one should be too surprised by his death, it’s just the way he died.
Werther: "No, he is so old, he should know how to exercise restraint."
Lynn Corbray wanted to laugh but held it back. "After the maid informed us of the Kingsguard, we rushed into the bedroom of the Prime Minister's Tower and found that he had been dead for a long time, probably late last night. There was still something on his bedside table.
"Dali" is a magic potion produced in Volantis, very refreshing, big&bsp&bspstrog&bsp&bsppower!"
Werther looked calm, "I've heard of this medicine. It's okay to drink one bottle."
Lynn Corbray "I heard from his wife Lysa Tully that the Prime Minister drank three bottles in a row!"
The corners of Werther's mouth twitched, and his face lost its composure.