"Tournament?"
"You actually want me to have a martial arts tournament with that guy?"
"Damn it, is your brain as broken as that guy's?"
In the center of the temporary wilderness camp, illuminated by dim firelight.
Prince Joffrey Baratheon's eyes widened, he looked at the ugly and terrifying hunting dog Sandor Clegane in front of him and growled.
"No, of course His Highness will not compete with him personally."
Sandor Clegane, the hound, seemed to have seen the crazy look of the naughty boy in front of him too much, and continued to speak calmly: "Your Majesty can just let someone else take his place."
"right..."
Hearing what the hound said, Joffrey Baratheon's expression immediately softened, and he kept saying: "Yes, I can let other people help, let other people help!"
"Who should I look for? Who can I look for to deal with that guy..."
Joffrey Baratheon said to himself and suddenly raised his head and looked at Sandor Clegane, the hunting dog in front of him, his eyes suddenly brightened.
Sandor Clegane could never guess what the spoiled naughty prince in front of him was thinking. When he was about to speak, he immediately said in advance: "But before that, His Highness must go and declare a challenge to that Morgan." , invite the other party to join the war."
"Also, you have to think about the reasons for inviting the other party to the martial arts tournament."
Sandor Clegane, the hound, said calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Joffrey Baratheon's attention was instantly diverted to the thing he emphasized just as the hound Sandor had guessed.
"You want me to invite that guy to a martial arts tournament in person?"
Joffrey Baratheon asked, staring at the hound Sandor.
"Of course, His Highness has the only way to deal with Morgan. Of course, His Highness needs to invite him."
"If His Highness is afraid, there is nothing you can do..."
Sandor the hound still said calmly.
Since he was loyal to the Lannister family and was assigned to be Joffrey Baratheon's bodyguard, he has always been loyal to the Lannister family and to Prince Joffrey Baratheon. loyalty.
Even though he and Morgan are friends.
But he could not refuse Prince Joffrey Baratheon's order.
In the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, in King's Landing, the prince has many ways to deal with someone.
As for the tourney, this was the only way he could think of, Sandor Clegane.
For Morgan, the benefits of the tourney were equally obvious.
If he can win the tourney and become famous in King's Landing, his influence and the speed at which the event will spread will be far beyond what Winterfell in the cold north can compare to.
Of course, if Morgan fails the contest.
There is no back to that.
Because the price of failure is to be killed by the contestant.
Listen to the words of Sandor Clegane, the hound.
Joffrey Baratheon's expression also became calm and relaxed.
He is violent, irritable, and cruel, but he is not a fool.
After calming down, he thought about what the hound Sandor Clegane said.
He also knows the martial arts competition very well.
Naturally, he also knew that what his hunting dog Sandor Clegane said was right.
If he wanted to invite Morgan to a tournament, he had to invite him in person.
However, the opponent is Morgan, known as the "sharp shooter", the Duke of Winterfell, and one of the most trusted people by Eddard Stark, who is about to become the new "Prime Minister".
At the hunting competition held in Winterfell, he unquestionably won first place with his extremely powerful archery skills, and left a deep impression on his father, the king.
His mother seemed to value that guy a little.
There's nothing surprising about this.
Such a powerful marksman, as long as he shows great strength, he can be taken seriously no matter where he goes.
But understanding is understanding.
The other party's contempt for him and his embarrassing himself in front of his fiancée and fiancée's sister will never be forgiven.
You must make that guy pay the price.
But it's not easy to deal with that guy. It would be wrong if he did it improperly and offended the king's father and the new prime minister.
Therefore, you have to think carefully about the solution.
At least he has to find a suitable candidate who can take his place in the competition.
There was silence for a while.
Joffrey Baratheon then looked at the hound Sandor in front of him and said, "Of course I will invite that guy."
"But before that, let's find a suitable candidate to play..."
When Joffrey Baratheon said this, he glanced at his hound guard one more time, then turned around and left.
Sandor Clegane, the hound, obviously knew that his thoughts just now seemed to have been read by Joffrey.
But he didn't feel anything.
He didn't want to go against Morgan, and not just because he and Morgan were friends.
Especially because he had absolutely no confidence that he could defeat Morgan.
Just shrugged.
The hound Sandor Clegane immediately followed Joffrey Baratheon's footsteps.
...
Time passed slowly.
The night is getting darker.
In addition to the bonfires of the escort team, the huge temporary camp was empty.
The candles in various small tents not far away kept extinguishing and fell asleep.
Under a lonely tree.
Morgan stuffed the last piece of grilled smoked fish into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it, then dropped the barbecue fork in his hand with satisfaction.
Opposite him, Arya Stark was still busy roasting dried meat in front of the campfire.
I saw Arya Stark, as if she was a foodie who could never get enough of food, putting food on skewers, grilling it, eating it immediately, and continuing to do so over and over again, enjoying it endlessly.
Morgan smiled and asked: "Aren't you full yet? Arya?"
“It’s not close, but it’s going to be fast.”
Arya casually wiped the oil stain on the handle on the thick weeds beside her and replied.
"Then let's eat next time. It's already very late and you should go to bed."
Morgan stood up and looked around, then looked at Arya in front of him and said.
Speaking of which, this Arya Stark is indeed very different from her sister Sansa Stark.
Sister Sansa is thoughtful and knows that Morgan has made Prince Joffrey Baratheon dissatisfied and angry.
She said goodbye immediately, not wanting to have any more communication with Morgan, for fear that the prince would also blame her.
Morgan was calmly unfazed by this.
He is not the golden dragon coin of this world.
It's impossible to make everyone want to associate with him.
Especially that prince Joffrey Baratheon is also Sansa Stark's fiancé and future king.
After Morgan offended the prince, it was very normal for the other party to react like this.
But even if it is normal, then normal.
It’s hard to accept it if it happens to you.
Morgan is no saint.
When he met robbers in the wilderness, he could kill them all for no reason, just because they looked at him one more time.
You can also stand by while robbers rob and kill a farmer's family in the field, just because the farmer's family drove away the farmer who was standing next to the crop field not long ago.
Morgan has emotions, anger, sadness, and a clear distinction between love and hate.
If his previous treatment of Sansa Stark, a noble lady, was normal.
Now there is a sense of disgust.
Compared with Sansa Stark, who left immediately when the situation was not right, Arya Stark, the youngest daughter of the Stark family, was obviously too different.
"Wait a minute, I'll be full soon."
Seeing Morgan getting up, Arya immediately shouted: "It's so uncomfortable to hide in the carriage every day these days..."
But Morgan didn't care what Arya explained. He stood up and walked to Arya. He stretched out his hands and immediately picked up Arya like a little chicken.
"But that's no reason for you not to sleep Arya..."
"Besides, King's Landing is coming soon..."
Morgan said as he carried Arya all the way to the car.
This carriage is not small, but it is enough to sleep two girls from the Stark family.
Put Arya Stark into the carriage.
Morgan turned around and walked away like a campfire.
Soon, Morgan, who was about to arrive in front of the bonfire, discovered an unexpected figure in front of the bonfire.
"If you dare to come here now, aren't you afraid that His Highness the Prince will cause trouble for you?"
Looking at the tall figure, Morgan smiled.
"He has long since fallen asleep..."
Sandor Clegane, the hound, replied while skewering sausages on a barbecue fork in his hand.
"But he is planning to take revenge on you, in the form of a tournament..."
Sandor Clegane, the hound, looked up at Morgan, who was sitting down again, and said.
"Oh, the tourney..."
After hearing what the other party said, Morgan was not surprised but said happily.
Speaking of which, he risked offending Duke Eddard Stark at the welcome party for the king in Winterfell and privately agreed to the challenge of the Kingsguard Jaime Lannister, just to quickly become famous.
I just didn’t expect that the other party was a softie.
After that, Morgan met Jaime Lannister again, but the other party stopped paying attention to him.
As for the martial arts tournament, there was naturally no movement.
Now Sandor Clegane told him that Prince Joffrey Baratheon wanted to take revenge on him, and he would also take revenge on him in the form of a tourney.
How could this not surprise Morgan.
But don't show it too much.
"By the way, Morgan, how did you offend him?"
Sandor Clegane, the hound, put the skewered sausages on the campfire to roast, then looked at Morgan in front of him and asked.
"If I said it was just an accident, would you believe it?"
Morgan leaned against the tree trunk behind him, looked at the hideous and ugly man in front of him and smiled.
Speaking of the incident that offended Joffrey Baratheon not long ago.
Like Morgan said, it was indeed an accident.
He just casually threw the spit with the sausage on it to Sandor Clegane, the hunting dog behind Joffrey, without really thinking too much about it.
I just didn't expect Joffrey Baratheon to just turn his head and react so loudly.
With Morgan's strength, he wouldn't miss even if he threw a steel javelin, let alone just throwing a roasting fork.
But the pampered, grumpy, cruel and irritable prince Joffrey obviously doesn't think so.
Morgan's behavior was dangerous behavior that threatened his life.
And, most importantly, his dodges looked ridiculous, especially in the presence of his fiancée and his fiancée's sister.
Such shameful behavior.
It would be strange if Joffrey Baratheon could endure it without breaking out.
And for Morgan.
His fame in Middle-earth spread throughout the world.
He has a wide circle of friends and is a guest of all major powers and kingdoms.
Plus strong strength.
Morgan has strong confidence when facing everyone.
This is also the reason why he has a completely different temperament from ordinary people.
This is also the reason why Duke Eddard Stark and Kingdom Robert Baratheon noticed that Morgan was different from other ordinary people when he saw him for the first time, even if he was just standing.
Therefore, Morgan needs to exercise etiquette in this world, even for those with higher status.
His movements and posture are also completely different from others.
No matter how high the other party's status is, there is no trace of groveling, fear, or flattery in Morgan's etiquette.
In normal communication, this is naturally even more true.
However, he met Joffrey Baratheon, a spoiled and naughty prince.
Morgan clearly miscalculated this time.
However, if he had known earlier that His Highness the Prince's method of revenge was to hold a martial arts tournament.
Morgan might have deliberately started to cause trouble for Joffrey Baratheon.
But it's not too late.
"I just threw you a fork with grilled sausages on it... Well, the sausages on top are exactly the two skewers you ate so deliciously before..."
"He was angry..."
When Morgan smiled and simply told the reason for his mouth.
Sandor Clegane, the hound, was silent.
Because based on his understanding of that prince for such a long time.
It is definitely possible that His Highness Joffrey will be furious because of this incident.
"Then what are you going to do?"
The hound Sandor Clegane was silent for a while and then asked again.
"what to do?"
"Of course I accepted the challenge..."
Morgan picked up more dead branches and fiddled with the bonfire in front of him and smiled: "His Royal Highness wants to compete with me in a martial arts competition. This is my honor. Of course I will participate."
Looking at Sandor, the hunting dog with a somewhat heavy expression in front of him, Morgan suddenly asked: "Has Your Highness the Prince found anyone to compete with me?"
"It can't be you, Sandor?"
Hearing what Morgan said, the hound Sandor Clegane immediately shook his head, but didn't say much.
"That's it..."
Looking at the hound Sandor shaking his head, Morgan smiled and continued: "It's not that I underestimate you, you are no match for me Sandor."
"I know..."
After the silence, Sandor Clegane, the hound, nodded in a rare expression of weakness.
Sandor Clegane, a hunting dog with a loyal character but not a good temper, admitted that he was not strong enough.
Unless you have defeated him before, or defeated him in an upright manner, you can convince him to say such a thing.
Coincidentally, it was not long after the Hunting Competition in Winterfell.
Morgan once had a duel with Sandor the Hound.
The result was equally obvious. Morgan easily defeated the hound Sandor Clegane.
Sandor Clegane is not afraid of failure.
But for a complete crushing, a desperate battle with no hope of victory at all.
He didn't want to go through it again.
"I'm just here to tell you this..."
Sandor Clegane looked silent, but his movements were not slow.
Not long after, several strings of fragrant grilled sausages entered his stomach.
Next, the two of them chatted every sentence.
When the hound Sandor Clegane finished all the grilled sausages on the plate beside him, he stood up and prepared to leave.
Before leaving.
The hound Sandor Clegane looked at Morgan and said: "I proposed the tourney."
Morgan's expression changed slightly, and then he smiled and said, "Thank you."
Sandor the hound just waved his hand, turned around and walked into the dark night, quickly disappearing.
"Tournament..."
Watching the hound Sandor Clegane disappear from behind.
Morgan's eyes immediately narrowed slightly.
Sandor Clegane came here specifically to inform him of this matter.
This shows that the "tournament" has probably been decided by that prince.
The other party's speed of revenge and strong desire for revenge.
Morgan was a little surprised.
This also made him more vigilant about the upcoming trip to King's Landing.
