"Arya, Sansa..."
In the king's tent, he looked at the people who were talking in low voices and dispersed.
Morgan looked at the two crying girls in front of him and said softly: "We should go..."
At this time, a familiar figure appeared in front of the hanging curtain door of the king's tent again.
It was Eddard Stark, the Duke of Winterfell who had just given birth to the direwolf that his eldest daughter, Sansa, had raised with his own hands.
"Morgan, take them back."
Ed Stark stood in front of the door and spoke, looking tired.
"I know..."
Morgan nodded, and Ed Stark left quickly.
Arya Stark had already wiped her tears with her sleeve.
Sansa Stark stopped sobbing.
"Let's go..."
Morgan spoke again.
The two sisters followed Morgan out of the king's tent without saying anything.
There was silence all the way.
When Morgan sent Sansa Stark back to the spacious carriage.
Before entering the carriage, Arya Stark suddenly turned her head to look at Morgan behind her and asked: "Teacher Morgan, why is it that it was clearly their fault, but in the end it turned out to be our fault, and you still have to punish us?"
Arya faced this question.
Morgan was silent for a moment and then said softly: "Because he is a prince and the future king."
"Go to bed and have a good sleep. We can arrive at King's Landing tomorrow."
Morgan said and couldn't help but touch the head of Arya Stark, a stubborn child.
Arya immediately shook her head in protest and got into the car.
Watched the two children enter the car.
Morgan stretched out his hand to call the guards guarding the carriage not far away.
"Mr. Morgan..."
"Mr. Morgan..."
"Keep an eye on the two young ladies and report to me in time if anything happens."
Morgan spoke calmly, and the two guards nodded immediately.
Get out of this carriage.
Morgan strode towards the location of his tent.
But before he got to the tent, he saw a fire flickering inside his tent.
The steps paused slightly, then continued forward.
Soon, when I opened the tent curtain, I saw a tall figure sitting in front of the bonfire in the center of the tent, minding his own barbecue.
"I didn't see you just now..."
Morgan looked at the visitor hound Sandor Clegane and said casually.
"Hey, you killed someone?"
The aroma of grilled sausages filled the tent, 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 emanating from the hound Sandor in front of him.
"It belongs to the butcher's apprentice. I caught up with him..."
Sandor the hound stuffed the freshly cooked sausage into his mouth, chewed it, and then spoke.
Hear this.
Morgan didn't say anything, but just put the sausages and cold meat brought by Sandor the hound onto the spit and started grilling.
The fact that Prince Joffrey was bitten today is no small matter.
If Arya Stark was not the daughter of the Duke of Winterfell, then her fate would be no different from that of the butcher's apprentice who died at the hands of a hound in front of her.
He was not surprised by the result.
"Pfft..."
"Pfft..."
The greased sausages made a faint sound on the campfire.
Morgan was roasting sausages quietly and suddenly asked: "How strong is Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard?"
The words fell.
Somewhat similar to the Lonely Mountain dwarves in Middle-earth, Sandor, the hunting dog who likes to eat grilled sausages, heard this and stopped putting the sausages in his mouth. He raised his head and looked at Morgan, and then slowly said: "Can There is no doubt about the strength of a knight who joins the Kingsguard."
"Not to mention James, who joined the Kingsguard at the age of fifteen..."
"I have never competed with him..."
"However, his strength should..."
Sandor the hound said slowly, he had long been loyal to the Lannister family.
Logically speaking, he should not have said something to Morgan, the swordsman of the Stark family who had long been regarded as an enemy by the Lannister family.
But Sandor the Hound said it anyway.
Because he regarded Morgan as a friend.
"Should he be stronger than you?"
Hearing what the other party said, Morgan looked at the hound Sandor and asked.
But Sandor the Hound did not deny or nod, he just shook his head: "We have not competed..."
"Why do you ask that?"
Sandor the hound said and looked at the friend in front of him. This was the only friend he had made with him when he followed the king and queen to Winterfell in the north. He was also the only friend he had made in the past few years. Morgan, who was recognized by him, said in surprise.
"Pfft..."
Faced with the doubts of the hound Sandor, Morgan did not answer immediately. Instead, he put the hot sausage sprinkled with some spices and roasted into his mouth.
Experience the enjoyment of your taste buds, then send it into your empty belly, and feel the satisfying feeling of fresh and hot food throughout your body.
Morgan then said calmly: "Not long ago, in the king's tent, in front of the king and queen, I challenged Jaime Lannister to a tournament."
"A tourney between you and Lord Jaime Lannister?"
Hearing Morgan's words, Sandor the hound was stunned and asked: "The king and queen agree?"
"Of course, His Majesty the King agrees."
Morgan nodded and continued to put another skewer of grilled sausages on the spit into his mouth, and then began to skewer the bacon.
"This is really surprising..."
Seeing Morgan's inaction expression, Sandor the Hound came to his senses for a while before speaking.
"I feel so too..."
"Perhaps His Majesty wants to see how my swordsmanship is."
Morgan nodded and said casually.
"By the way, His Majesty the King has set the time for the tourney in one month."
"Then, will I still receive a tourney challenge from His Highness Prince Joffrey?"
Morgan said, looking up at the hound Sandor and asking again.
"Well..."
"This, I don't know, not necessarily..."
"His Royal Highness's character..."
Hearing Morgan talk about this, the hound Sandor spoke with some uncertainty, but in the end he just shook his head.
Look at Sandor the hound's expression.
Morgan knew that the other party obviously understood the character of Joffrey he was protecting better than he did.
But from his expression and words.
Morgan heard that Joffrey's tourney challenge would probably not go ahead, but he didn't want to talk too much.
"Okay, let's not talk about that anymore..."
After getting the information he wanted, Morgan casually smiled and reached for the void behind him. Two bottles filled with wine immediately appeared in Morgan's hands out of thin air.
"drink wine..."
He threw one of the canteens to Sandor the hound.
Morgan removed the stopper and took a big sip.
Strong, slightly spicy, sweet and slightly aromatic whiskey enters the throat.
Morgan's whole body became much more energetic.
"You always get good wine..."
The hunting dog Sandor, who was sniffing the aroma of wine, looked at the jug full of whiskey in his hand, with a rare smile on his ugly and ferocious face.
"Of course, as long as you have money, there is nothing you can't buy."
Morgan said casually.
Sandor the Hound thought Morgan was talking about the thousand gold dragon coins he received for winning first place in the last hunting competition.
He seemed to have thought of something and immediately said: "The reward for the first place winner in the previous martial arts competitions held in King's Landing City was much greater than the last hunting competition we participated in in Winterfell."
"This time it is to celebrate the inauguration of Lord Eddard Stark as Prime Minister. His Majesty the King likes to be lively. When he returns to King's Landing this time, he will definitely hold a martial arts competition."
"Perhaps His Majesty the King has thought ahead and agreed to the tourney between you and Lord Jaime Lannister..."
When talking about the tourney, Sandor the Hound immediately became very interested.
Morgan answered and asked: "Oh, what is the reward for the first place in the previous tourney in King's Landing?"
"Golden Dragon Coin!"
Sandor the hound immediately answered and continued: "Tens of thousands of gold dragon coins."
"I still remember the tournament with the most generous rewards, which was also announced by His Majesty the King. I forgot the specific reason for it, but at that time, the first place winner was rewarded with enough gold dragon coins of 20,000 gold dragon coins!"
"That's 20,000 gold dragon coins Morgan!"
"Even the second place has 10,000 gold dragon coins..."
"Such a generous reward is really exciting to think about..."
"I still remember that time..."
As if he was in the mood, the hound Sandor talked enthusiastically about the previous tourneys and the tourneys he had participated in.
This really surprised Morgan.
He really didn't expect that this hound Sandor Clegane, who had an ugly and terrifying half of his face and usually seemed silent, cold and ruthless, would also have such talkative moments.
After some introduction and explanation by the hound Sandor.
Morgan finally understood a lot of information about the martial arts tournament.
Only then did he realize that the martial arts tournaments that many people had talked about before usually had specific formats and rules.
There are generally three competition formats in tournaments.
They are "Joust on Horseback": two knights on horseback wearing armor, holding specially crafted blunted spear weapons, attack each other with the spears in their hands, with the goal of shooting down each other, and the first to fall is the loser;
"Archery Tournament": The archery tournament is to test whose archery skills are better. This is similar to the selection of swordsmen when Morgan was in Winterfell, but it is more difficult and the scale of the competition is larger;
There is also the final "group competition": many combatants participating in the competition are engaged in a big melee as individuals. This is similar to the "chicken battle" in the game, and the final winner is the champion.
in three competition formats.
The "jousting contest" is the most important, and the final winner and first place will get the most rewards.
Second place follows.
Sort by importance of competition system.
Then there is the "group competition and close combat."
The last step is the "Archery Competition".
The first-place reward for the winner of the latter two formats is generally the same as the second-place reward for "Jousting".
Of course, sometimes the winner of the latter will be rewarded less than the former.
However, what is certain is that the system rewards for "Team Combat Close Combat" and "Archery Competition" are only for the first place, not the second place.
The night is dark.
Inside Morgan's tent.
Sandor Clegane, the hound, sat in front of the campfire, roasting sausages and drinking whiskey while telling Morgan about the tourney in King's Landing with great interest.
"His Majesty the King personally went to Winterfell in the north to invite Duke Eddard Stark to King's Landing to serve as Prime Minister. The scale of the tournament celebrated this time will definitely not be small..."
"The bigger the scale, the greater the reward for the final winner..."
"Morgan, with your strength, it is definitely not a problem to win the first place reward in the "Arrow Competition"..."
Sandor the Hound said and raised the wine bag in his hand to signal to Morgan, who then raised the wine bag.
The two of them each took a big gulp.
Sandor the Hound then continued: "But if you want to get other awards, it may not be that easy..."
Morgan smiled, just looked at the hound Sandor and asked: "You said you have participated in the tourney, then what is the best ranking you have ever received?"
After hearing that the hound had just told him the rules and competition system based on the fact that he had personally participated in the tournament, Morgan knew that he had failed to win first place.
The third place in "Jousting"..."
"It was a year ago at the tourney. I was knocked off my horse by Ser Barristan Selmy, the captain of the Kingsguard, also known as Barristan the Fearless..."
Speaking of this matter, Sandor the Hound's voice became much lower.
Obviously, he, who values the martial arts tournament very much, is still very concerned about this defeat.
"To be able to defeat you, Sir Barristan Selmy must be very strong..."
After hearing this, Morgan spoke with an extremely calm expression.
"Of course, you'll know when the time comes."
"The scale of this tourney is grand. Sir Barristan Selmy will definitely continue to participate. No, not necessarily. After all, he is not young..."
"But there will definitely be many powerful knights participating, plus you, Morgan, and His Excellency Jaime Lannister..."
"This martial arts tournament will definitely be more exciting than ever before."
Returning to the tourney again, Sandor the Hound was still interested.
"Then you will definitely be involved, right?"
Morgan put the smoked fish on the spit into his mouth, chewed it, swallowed it, looked at the hound Sandor in front of him and asked with a smile.
"should be..."
"It's not just me, there must be "Gregor Clegane"..."
Speaking of this name, Sandor the Hound's voice immediately became deep and cold.
Gregor Clegane: Sir nicknamed "The Mountain", he is the lord of the "Clegane family" and is loyal to the Lannister family. He is famous for his tall size and unparalleled ferocity.
The Mountain is also the brother of Sandor Clegane, the "Hound" in front of him.
Morgan has heard some information about the "Magic Mountain" from the little devil Tyrion Lannister, and has a certain understanding of Sandor's brother.
He knew that the terrifying scars on half of the face of the "Hunting Dog" in front of him were given by his brother "Magic Mountain".
This is also the reason for the deep hatred between the two brothers.
The night is getting darker.
When the Hound Sandor Clegane walked out of Morgan's tent drunkenly.
Morgan looked at the back of "Hound Dog", and all he could think of was the format and bonuses of the tournament that the other party had mentioned before.
"Immediately joust..."
"Team competition..."
"Archery contest..."
The first place winner of the three competition systems will receive an extremely generous reward of at least tens of thousands of gold dragon coins.
Looking at the back of the hunting dog Sandor disappearing into the distance.
Morgan's eyes were deep: "I don't know if anyone in the martial arts tournament in Westeros can win the first place in these three competitions at the same time..."
