Willas was born into the wealthy Tyrell family and had seen countless amounts of money since he was a child, but this was the first time he realized that money could be so easy to make.
Therefore, Villas then secretly made up his mind that this kind of national-scale martial arts competition could be held every four years to maintain a certain sense of freshness.
Moreover, the right to hold the tournament and the profits must be taken out of the hands of the imperial family, and the main body should be changed to the imperial government.
Although the royal treasury and the treasury sound like the same thing, and the emperor can spend the treasury's money at will, in fact there are many twists and turns, which cannot be explained clearly in a few sentences.
Villas, the former Prime Minister, knows the difference best.
In fact, as the founding emperor, Viserys was very confident in himself and therefore established a highly centralized country.
However, this left a hidden danger, that is, the emperor of the Valyrian Empire had too much power, and the Targaryen family had been fighting for years to expand. In fact, the royal family's small treasury was even richer than the empire's treasury.
Therefore, if the government wants to obtain this benefit, it needs Vilas to fight for it from the royal family.
Vilas's mind was very clear and he was thinking about his next plan.
"Sir, thank you for your hard work."
The servants waiting outside the tournament venue had already prepared a soft carriage for him.
There are two tall draft horses with gentle personalities, soft handmade carpets in the car, natural warm animal skin cushions, among which are burning Mill handmade incense that can calm the mind, and a curl of green smoke rises.
"Um."
Villas nodded slightly, then boarded the carriage with the help of the servant in the Prime Minister's Tower and sat on the soft seat.
Then I listened to the sound of wheels rolling on the bluestone pavement outside, and then I closed my eyes to rest.
However, at this moment, some unusual sounds suddenly sounded in his ears.
"kill!"
"kill him!"
Then there was the sound of the Prime Minister Tower guards fighting with someone, and the clanging sound of swords clashing.
Willas Tyrell heard this voice and quickly opened his eyes.
Bang
Then suddenly a loud noise was heard, the carriage's car shook violently, and a cold crossbow arrow was nailed to the carriage. The sharp arrow came out from the car, but it did not completely penetrate.
And at the scene of the martial arts tournament.
"We are gathered here under the witness of the great Queen of the Valyrian Empire and all your lords."
"Witness the battle between Lord Edric of House Dayne and Attis, the son of the Giant King Magg Maz Tundor Dor Veg."
The person presiding over the finals of this tourney is Prince Oberyn, the Empire’s Minister of Justice. In fact, the first sentence in the original manuscript should be “Witnessed by the gods and what”, followed by “Thank the gods for granting us justice.”
The warrior guides the two."
However, later due to some special reasons, all words related to the gods were deleted.
This is actually another signal sent by the empire to suppress belief in gods.
Oberyn stood in the center of the field, wearing a golden robe, breeches and leather boots that were also full of Dornish characteristics. A smile appeared on his slightly brown cheeks and he spoke loudly.
His voice was not loud, but most of the audience in the venue could vaguely hear it.
Oberyn still looks very young in his dress, which may be related to his optimistic attitude and good maintenance. If he doesn't smile, the wrinkles on his cheeks are not too many, but in fact, his hair has also been mixed with
Mixed with a lot of gray and white.
Oberyn is already forty-nine years old this year. Who would have thought that the prodigal prince who still often hangs out in taverns and brothels is about to turn fifty.
After Oberyn finished his opening remarks, the staff below were putting on armor for the two contestants. The giant prince didn't want to wear armor at first, but his good brother Prince Horos Targaryen looked serious at this time.
Open your mouth and say.
"The opponent is very strong."
"I don't want anything to happen to you, Attis."
"you are my friend."
These words of Heros made Attis slightly stunned. Finally, he nodded and agreed to wear armor in a clumsy and rough tone, just so that his good brother could relax.
Because of his height and intelligence, Attis wants to integrate into human society, but he has no other friends in the Red Keep. Everyone else is afraid of him. Horos is his only friend. The giant prince spends every day
They all followed Heros to protect his safety.
Therefore, when Attis heard that the Red Keep was recruiting a new group of 'bodyguards' and would take his place, from now on he would no longer be needed to protect Heros, but these new bodyguards would do it. Attis
Then he hurriedly asked to register for the martial arts competition.
On the other side, Edric Dane quietly put on his armor, sat under the umbrella and waited for the start.
You can't use your own weapons in this match either, otherwise it would be too unfair for the opponent if Edric takes out the Excalibur Dawn.
In this game, you are free to choose weapons. Edric still chooses two swords, while Attis chooses a thickened and weighted spear, which is almost equivalent to a knight's lance on horseback. When wielded, it is like overwhelming mountains and seas.
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Then the two of them got ready, and finally stood in the center of the field under the scorching sun. The sun above their heads was bright, and the armor was reflected with golden light.
Facing this opponent who needed to look up to him, Edric Dane took a deep breath and tightened the hilt of the sword at his waist. He looked at the opponent with piercing eyes, then glanced at the guard who was about to blow the horn and spoke.
road.
"Big man, can we finish the order?"
"If I don't hurt you, don't beat me to death."
Attis, who had already grasped the wooden gun in his hand and was already ready, heard the little guy across from him speak. His eyes froze slightly, and then he didn't speak and just nodded slowly.
Due to his racial characteristics, Attis's common language is not very good. To put it simply, he has a bit of a stutter. Therefore, he is mostly silent on weekdays and is unwilling to speak too much.
…
Woo
Then the horn sounded melodiously, symbolizing the beginning of the competition.
"Fuck him!"
"Tear off this pretty boy's head!"
"Lord Edric, chop off this guy's dick!"
The cheers and cheers above the heads suddenly sounded like a mountain roar and a tsunami, almost deafening, and the blood in people's bodies seemed to boil with the noise.
And the two people facing each other below did not test each other like other people in the previous competition.
Artis waved the lance in his hand and hit Edric Dane directly on the head.