Chapter 80:

Chapter 80:

Author Note: This novel is around seventy percent done, so things will start to fall into place and stuff sooner than later!

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As I had agreed on paper, I had chosen a champion and with the champion I met in the arena with the Sealord of Braavos, ensuring it was both a neutral ground for me and for him, my champion was Ser Barristan, who was more than ready to duel the First Sword of Braavos, master of the infamous water dancing sword style.

The crowds in the arena were roaring in anticipation, wanting for the duel to start, and as for me, I was anxious, wondering why the hell I accepted this in the first place, I had already won partially, but it was too late now, so I decided to trust the old knight.

And besides It has been ages since I have seen a proper sword fight, where I'm not involved.

Taking a deep breath, I stand up and shouted "Start!"

Seconds after the two blades clashed and it was like a lightning storm coming together in one place, quite impressive being on the other end, seeing a battle unfold with some good wine, and food.

While many are blinded and deafened by the clashing of metal on metal, I find myself enjoying the thrill of this show, which made me worry a bit, did I enjoy the possibility of losing or that someone else was fighting for me? Or perhaps I just liked the fight with no secret motive.

The crowd was apparently like me enjoying the show because they were going wild, some cheering for Barristan and some for the First Sword of Braavos.

I looked over at the first sword and saw him struggling but standing his ground against the seasoned knight, in a brief moment he noticed I was looking and smiled at me with a toothy smile.

"The fuck?" I muttered, looking over Barristan, "Kill him now!" I had a feeling they were planning something, but what? Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Murmurs could be heard among the crowd, fear spreading among them like a pandemic, just what I was looking for, fear breeds submission.

"That should give everyone plenty of time to prepare and get ready to fight me. Or for those that know that it is impossible to beat me but are too stubborn to surrender, time to connect with loved ones, get your affairs in order, or maybe just kill someone! Get a purge going! Live a little! Because in eighteen hours," I chuckled as I pointed to the dead Sealord, "So, keep that in mind and the shit in your parts, and I'll see you all tomorrow at noon! Also, feel free to pray to your God. But spoilers I won't be listening."

With that I walked out of the arena with my men following me close behind, leaving a mute audience of nobles that were so shocked by my display they couldn't even muster words.

"That speech was certainly terrifying," Ser Barristan said.

"I learned that from a friend, his name is Cell," I chuckled.

"Well, he is really good at making things both oddly appealing to the audience and terrifying," Ser Barristan said.

"War sometimes is more about the mind games than the soldiers," I chuckled.

"That is a wise statement, my King," Ser Barristan nodded.

[Gordon Ramsey Ravenicus POV]

I was the royal chef for the dragon siblings, and all I did was fucking tasty, corntastic! I was the proud owner of three cornchelin stars!

*Can I eat it now?* Neltharion said trying to take a bit out of the pig I was roasting.

*Caw! Can't you see is raw you stupid baboon!" I shouted angrily slapping the young dragon prince away, *I will let you know when it's ready to go!*

*Hahaha,* Rhaegal laughed.

*Serves you right moron,* Qrow chuckled.

*The fuck you called moron?!* Neltharion growled, smoke coming out of his mouth.

*I can add dragons to the menu! So stop your idiotic activities in my kitchen!* I cawed at them.

*Sorry!* the three young dragons said in one voice.