Chapter 270

"Elia, Sansa..."

In the king's tent, he looked at the scattered people in a low voice.

Morgan looked at the two lonely crying girls in front of him and whispered, "we should go..."

At this time, a familiar figure appeared again in front of the Wang tent hanging curtain door.

It's ed stark, the Duke of Winterfell, who just raised her eldest daughter Sansa from childhood.

"Morgan, take them back."

Ed stark stood in front of the gate and said, looking tired.

"I know..."

Morgan nodded and ED stark left quickly.

Elia stark had dried her tears with her sleeve.

Sansa stark stopped sobbing.

"Let's go..."

Morgan spoke again.

The two sisters did not say anything. One after another, they followed Morgan out of the king's account.

Silence all the way.

When Morgan sent Sansa stark back to the carriage.

Before entering the carriage, aliya stark suddenly turned her head to Morgan behind her and asked, "Mr. Morgan, why is it their fault, but in the end it is us who are wrong, and we should be punished?"

Face aliya's problem.

Morgan was only a little silent and whispered, "because he is a prince and a future king."

"Go to bed and have a good sleep. We can reach Junlin city tomorrow."

Morgan couldn't help touching the head of Elia stark, a stubborn child.

Elia immediately shook her head and got into the car.

Watch the two children enter the car.

Morgan reached for a guard guarding the carriage not far away.

"Lord Morgan..."

"Your Excellency Morgan..."

"Watch the ladies and report to me in time."

Morgan spoke faintly, and the two guards nodded immediately.

Get out of this car.

Morgan strode to his tent.

But before I got to the tent, I saw a flicker of fire in my tent.

He paused slightly and then continued to move forward.

Soon, I opened the tent curtain and saw a tall figure sitting in front of the campfire in the center of the tent, barbecue himself.

"I didn't see you just now..."

Morgan looked at Sandor krigon, the visitor's hound.

"Well, you killed someone?"

The smell of roast sausage in the tent was diffuse, but Morgan was so sensitive to the smell of blood that he sat in front of the campfire and immediately smelled the faint smell of blood emitted by Sandor, the hound in front of him.

"It's the butcher apprentice. I caught up with him..."

Sandor, the hound, stuffed the freshly roasted sausage into his mouth and chewed it. Then he said.

Hear that.

Morgan didn't say anything. He just put the sausage and cold meat brought by Sandor on the barbecue fork and began to barbecue.

It is no small matter that Prince Geoffrey was bitten today.

If aliya Stark is not the daughter of the Duke of Winterfell, she must end up like the butcher apprentice who has died in front of the hound.

He was not surprised by the result.

"Poop..."

"Poop..."

The oiled sausage made a slight noise on the campfire.

Morgan quietly roasted the sausage and suddenly asked, "what's the strength of James Lannister, the Imperial Guard?"

The voice fell.

Similar to the lonely mountain dwarves in the Middle Earth world, Sandor, a hound who likes to eat roast sausages, heard this and stopped to deliver the sausages in the entrance. He looked up at Morgan. Then he slowly said, "there is no doubt about the strength of the knight who can join the imperial forest iron guard."

"What's more, James, who joined the Imperial Guard at the age of 15..."

"I didn't compete with him..."

"However, his strength should..."

Sandor, the hound, said slowly. He had long been loyal to the Lannister family.

It is reasonable to say that he should not tell Morgan, the swordsman of the stark family, who has long been regarded as an enemy by the Lannister family.

But Sandor, the hound, said it.

Because he regarded Morgan as a friend.

"Should be better than you?"

When he heard the other party stop, Morgan looked at Sandor, the hound, and asked.

But Sandor, the hound, neither denied nor nodded, but shook his head: "we haven't tried..."

"How do you ask this?"

Sandor said, looking at the friend in front of him. He followed the king and queen to Lindong city in the north. He was the only one he had made in recent years. Morgan, who was recognized by him, was a little surprised.

"Poop..."

Facing Sandor's doubts, Morgan didn't answer immediately, but sent the hot sausage sprinkled with some spices to the mouth.

Experience the enjoyment of taste buds, and then send them to the empty abdomen to feel the satisfaction of the whole body because of fresh and hot food.

Morgan said faintly, "in the king's account not long ago, in front of the king and queen, I launched a challenge competition to James Lannister."

"Your duel with Lord James Lannister?"

Hearing Morgan's words, Sandor, the hound, was stunned and asked, "has the king and queen agreed?"

"Of course, his majesty agreed."

Morgan nodded and continued to send another string of roast sausage on the roasting fork to the entrance, which began to string bacon.

"What a surprise..."

Looking at Morgan's expression of inaction, Sandor, the hound, returned to his senses for a long time before he spoke.

"I think..."

"Maybe your majesty wants to see how my swordsmanship is."

Morgan nodded and said casually.

"By the way, his majesty set the time for the martial arts contest in a month."

"Then, will I still be challenged by his Highness Prince Geoffrey?"

Morgan said, looking up at Sandor, the hound, and asked again.

"Uh..."

"Well, I don't know, not necessarily..."

"The character of his Highness the prince..."

When Morgan talked about this, Sandor, the hound, was a little uncertain, but in the end he just shook his head.

Look at Sandor, the hound.

Morgan knew that the other party obviously knew more about the character of Geoffrey he protected than himself.

But from his expression and words.

Morgan heard that the challenge from Geoffrey might not continue, but he didn't want to be full.

"Well, don't say that..."

When Morgan got the information he wanted, he smiled and grabbed the void behind him. Two bags of water bottles filled with wine immediately appeared in Morgan's hands.

"Drink..."

Throw one of the kettles to Sandor, the hound.

Morgan opened the cork and took a big mouth.

Strong, slightly spicy, sweet whisky with a trace of aroma into the throat.

It made Morgan's whole body refreshed a lot.

"You can always get good wine..."

Sandor, the hound sniffing the wine, looked at his hand full of whisky, and his ugly and ferocious face rarely showed a smile.

"Of course, there's nothing you can't buy as long as you have money."

Morgan said casually.

Sandor, the hound, thought Morgan was talking about the 1000 Golden Dragon coins he won the first prize at the last hunting conference.

It seems that he thought of something and immediately said, "the first prize in the martial arts competition held in Junlin city in the past is much more than the hunting competition we participated in in in Lindong city last time."

"This time, in order to celebrate the appointment of Lord ed stark as the former prime minister, his majesty likes to be lively. After returning to King's landing city this time, a martial arts competition will certainly be held."

"Maybe your majesty has thought it out in advance, and then he agrees to the martial arts contest between you and his Excellency James Lannister..."

Speaking of the martial arts contest, Sandor, the hound, immediately became more interested.

Morgan then asked, "Oh, what was the first prize in the martial arts competition before Jun Lincheng?"

"Golden Dragon coin!"

Sandor, the hound, immediately answered and continued, "tens of thousands of Golden Dragon coins."

"I still remember that the martial arts contest with the most generous reward was also announced by his Majesty the king. I forgot the specific reason for holding it, but that time, the first winner was rewarded with 20000 Golden Dragon coins!"

"That's 20000 gold dragon coins, Morgan!"

"Even the second place also has 10000 Golden Dragon coins..."

"It's exciting to think of such a huge reward..."

"I remember that time..."

It seems that there is interest. Sandor, the hound, is in high spirits, talking about the martial arts competition and the martial arts competition he has participated in.

This really surprised Morgan.

He really didn't expect that Sandor krigon, an ugly and terrible half face and usually silent, cold and ruthless hound, would talk like this.

After the introduction and explanation of Sandor, the hound.

Morgan has finally learned a lot about the information of the Biwu conference.

At this time, he also knew that the martial arts contest, which had been talked about by many people, generally had those specific competition systems and rules.

There are generally three competition systems in the martial arts competition.

They are "horse long gun competition": two knights wearing armor on horses, holding passivated long gun weapons specially made, attack each other with long guns in their hands, take shooting down each other as the goal, and take the lead in losing;

"Archery competition": the way of archery competition is to compare who is more skilled in archery. This is similar to Morgan's selection of swordsmen in Lindong City, but it is more difficult and the scale of competition is larger;

As well as the final "group competition": many combatants participating in the competition will have a big scuffle as individuals, which is similar to the "chicken eating" in the game. The final winner is the champion.

Among the three competition systems.

"Horse long gun competition" is the most important. The final winner and the first place will get the most rewards.

Second place.

Ranked by the importance of the competition system.

Then there is "group martial arts close combat".

The last is "archery competition".

The first prize of the winners of the latter two competition systems is generally the same as the second prize of the "horse long gun competition".

Of course, sometimes the winner of the latter will be rewarded less than the former.

However, what is certain is that the competition system rewards of "group martial arts close combat" and "archery contest" are only the first, not the second.

The night was deep.

Morgan is in the tent.

Sandor krigon, the hound, sat before the campfire, baking sausages and drinking whisky, and kept telling Morgan about the martial arts competition in King's landing city.

"Your Majesty personally went to Winterfell in the north to invite Duke ed stark to serve as the former Prime Minister of the royal city. The scale of this celebration contest is absolutely not small..."

"The larger the scale, the more rewards will be given to the final winner..."

"Morgan, with your strength, winning the first prize in the" bow and arrow competition "is certainly not a problem..."

Sandor, the hound, said and raised his wine bag to Morgan, who then raised the wine bag.

They each gulped.

Sandor, the hound, continued, "but it may not be so easy to get other winners..."

Morgan smiled, just looked at Sandor, the hound, and asked, "you said you had participated in the martial arts competition. What was the best ranking you had ever won?"

Morgan knew that the hound had not won the first place when he heard that he had just told himself the rules and competition system by attending the martial arts competition in person.

Third place in the "long gun contest on the horse..."

"It was a martial arts contest a year ago. I was shot down on my horse's back by the captain of the Imperial Guard, sir balistan selmi, also known as the" fearless balistan... "

Sandor, the hound, spoke in a low voice.

Obviously, he paid great attention to the martial arts competition and was very concerned about the defeat.

"To beat you, sir barristan selmi must be very strong..."

Hearing this, Morgan said with a very calm face.

"Of course, you'll know then."

"The scale of this martial arts contest is grand. Sir barristan selmi will certainly continue to participate. No, not necessarily. After all, he is not young..."

"But there will certainly be many powerful knights, plus you, Morgan, and your excellency James Lannister..."

"This martial arts competition must be unprecedented wonderful."

Back to the martial arts contest again, Sandor the hound was still interested.

"Then you will certainly participate in it?"

Morgan took the smoked fish from the roasting fork into the mouth, chewed it, swallowed it, looked at Sandor, the hound in front of him, and asked with a smile.

"Should..."

"It's not just me, there must be Gregor krigon..."

Speaking of the name, Sandor's voice immediately became low and cold.

Gregor krigon: Sir, nicknamed "Magic Mountain", is the Lord of the "krigon family". He is loyal to the Lannister family. He is famous for his tall body and incomparable ferocity.

Magic Mountain is also the brother of Sandor krigon, the "hound" in front of us.

Morgan heard some information about "demon mountain" from the devil Tyrion Lannister, and knew something about Sandor's brother.

He knew that the terrible scar on the half face of the "hound" in front of him was given by his brother "demon mountain".

This is also the reason why the two brothers have the same situation and deep hatred.

The night darkened.

When Sandor krigon, the hound, came out of Morgan's tent drunk.

Morgan looked at the back of the "hound" and thought of all the competition systems and bonuses of the martial arts competition that the other party said before.

"Long gun contest now..."

"Group competition..."

"Archery contest..."

Winning the first place of the three competition systems will add up to at least tens of thousands of Golden Dragon coins.

Watching Sandor, the hound, disappear.

Morgan's eyes are deep: "I don't know if anyone can win the first prize of these three competition systems at the martial arts competition in Westeros at the same time..."