Lord Stark seemed to have been confused for too long in King's Landing, so someone who could explain the situation to him suddenly gave him advice, and he was able to listen to it.
He did not take Qiao Li to Steel Street to find Tob Mott's blacksmith shop, nor did he send Qiao Li to talk to Xiu Fu.
Guard Captain Jory Kelso had a toast with Lan at dinner.
"Although if the adults call me, I will definitely go. But I will definitely be happy to save two trips in this extremely hot place."
Guard Captain That's what the original words said.
Whether it is for northerners or direwolves, King's Landing is a place with higher temperatures.
Ed Stark, who was handling the kingdom's official affairs at the Royal Council, also clearly felt the difference between today and the past.
Government affairs that are difficult to carry out on weekdays are inexplicably at home at today's conference table.
If it was before contacting Lan En, he would probably have thought that things were going smoothly in this kingdom after all.
But now he understands that the reason why he is handling affairs smoothly now is because he did not go to the repairman according to the information, nor did he go to the blacksmith shop, nor did he do anything other than the duties of the prime minister.
His lack of movement seemed to make some people think he was settling down, and they gave him a reward at the conference table.
Do they think they are training dogs
Although the affairs were handled extremely smoothly, the anger in Ed's heart was stronger than at any royal meeting since he took office.
This meeting ended quickly. Ed's serious face made it difficult to tell that he was any different from the previous days.
Petyr Baelish came up to him when everyone was almost gone, with a gentle and elegant smile on his face.
"My lord, it seems that you did not grasp those two clues yesterday."
While maintaining the smile on his face, Baelish's eyes were wandering around, seemingly It was already natural for people like him to look around while talking.
Ed was sincerely bored, but he still carried out Lan En's words accurately.
"I am very busy, Lord Baelish. Lord Jon Arryn's death is a private matter for me. I can't put aside my official duties as Prime Minister for private matters."
"You really understand justice." Baelish's smile seemed flawless to Ed. "I just hope you can take the time as soon as possible, otherwise the information you obtained may be swept away. Farewell."
As Baelish walked away, Ed's face showed a polite look. The smile disappeared.
In the past, the upright Lord Stark would probably not be aware of the mentality and thoughts of people like Baelish, but now
Lan was right. Urgent.
The tourney is a carnival for civilians who lack entertainment.
By the time it started, the Prime Minister had already led the familyThe family members came to a high platform at the venue.
This high platform is specially prepared for dignitaries.
The king is at the top, followed by the prince, the prime minister, and the royal council lords
From their positions, they can easily see the entire knight's competition track.
The most eye-catching thing about the tourney is the first knightly contest, and the most exciting one is the group melee at the end.
In the knight's competition venue, a wooden fence dividing line is set vertically on a straight and spacious runway.
The two knights on the field will line up on both sides of the wooden fence and launch a lance charge.
The lance used in the charge is a special competition gun. When the crisp lance hits the armor of the knights, it does not wait for the impact of the horse to penetrate the armor, and the wooden pole will explode on its own. open.
At most, it would break two of the knight's ribs, but it wouldn't hurt his life.
Of course, since it is a competition, there will be accidents, and it is normal for someone to accidentally poke a weak point in the armor and die. And at this time. This is mostly when people cheer and get excited.
"Lane, keep an eye on Nymeria for me"
Aliya ran up to the high platform excitedly, turned around and waved to Lan En.
Although Sansa was very ladylike and did not shout, she nodded towards Lan En with a red face and entrusted her ladyship to Lan En under the high platform.
The witcher ignored the overly lively little girl and smiled at Sansa.
Sansa blushed and ran away, while Arya was dragged away angrily.
Lan En lowered his head and looked at the two stuffed toys beside him.
Nymeria is just as crazy as her owner. With so many people at the tournament, she jumped up and down excitedly.
The lady has been squatting in place obediently.
With a "bang" sound, Lann knocked on the door of Nymeria's huge wolf head.
The bouncing direwolf suddenly started to scream like Erha, but his behavior was much more honest.
The knights on the field galloped, and the winner was determined in the moment of intersection.
Even someone like Lan En, who is not proficient in immediate combat, can clearly feel the skill and effort contained in this intersecting moment.
A qualified war horse must be proficient in at least four steps.
Ordinary running, forced marching, charging, and rapid turning, but in the moment of a lance confrontation, an excellent war horse must adjust its footsteps to the state with the strongest impact and the most stable center of gravity.
Such a horse is a qualified war horse.
A qualified war horse requires a qualified knight to control it.
It is up to the knight to judge the distance and speed, the physical condition of the horse, and the terrain. At the same time, the knight must also consider the angle of his shield, the accuracy of his spear, and his endurance
TheseThe subtle considerations are gathered in one place, and then in the moment of confrontation, the difference between the two sides is reflected in the victory or defeat.
You will know who is more in-depth in the technical field and who is more effective in daily training, just look at who loses.
In the field of foot combat, most of these knights could not stand in front of Lan En for five seconds.
But once the battlefield is brought to the back of a horse, Lan En can only ensure that his riding skills will make the horse run no slower than them.
It is too difficult to win with hedging.
A good knight can grasp the ups and downs of the horses on both sides, and then use his bad horse to kill the opponent's good horse in the hedging.
Of course, for the crowd watching these battles, From a layman's perspective, it's just lively enough.
After several rounds of knights' jousting, a knight Lan En knew rode up on horseback. That's Xiu Fu.
He reined up his horse in front of the high platform where the king was, waiting to greet the king with his opponent.
Then his opponent came.
It was a figure that looked like a black iron tower
Lan En’s visual inspection revealed that the man was at least two and a half meters tall, with broad shoulders and arms as thick as small tree trunks.
Ordinary people probably can’t even move that pair of black armor. Underneath the armor, he also wore chain mail and cooked leather armor. Wearing a huge helmet with a flat top, leaving only breathing holes for the mouth and nose, and a narrow hole for observation next to the eyes, the top of the helmet is decorated with a stone fist pointing straight at the sky.
The Mountain, Gregor Clegane.
The elder brother of Sandor Clegane, rumored to be the strongest man in Westeros, and the fierce dog of the Lannister family.
Based on Lan En’s experience fighting Sandor, this guy’s single strength attribute is probably on par with his own.
Of course everyone present knew his power better than Lan En, a foreigner.
At least as an opponent, our Sir Xiufu has turned pale.
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