Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 56: acting

  Chapter 56 Acting

  The next morning was sunny and sunny.

  A lot of spectators gathered in the competition arena on Qingting Island.

  In the arena, Horace Redwyne, the eldest son of the earl, asked with a suppressed voice:

   "Sam, my father has already prepared a proxy knight for you, why do you have to play by yourself?"

  Samwell said while struggling to put on the armor with the help of his attendants:

   "I am fighting for the honor of Miss Desmera, of course I have to fight in person."

   Nonsense, everyone else has produced five thousand golden dragons, so of course I have to cooperate well to finish the scene.

   This is called dedication!

  The corner of Horace's mouth twitched, and he persuaded again earnestly:

"Chivalry shouldn't be used at this time! That guy Davon is an outstanding figure among the young generation of the Lannister family. I dare not fight him! Don't think that you dare to challenge him because you have gained a little strength in the past few years." , you will lose miserably!"

   "If you don't try, how will you know you will lose." Samwell looked confident.

   "It doesn't matter if you embarrass yourself." Horace looked at the purple grape emblem on the other party's armor, and said angrily, "But I don't want the Redwyne family to embarrass themselves with you!"

  That’s right, the exquisite plate armor on Samwell’s body was borrowed from the Redwyne family.

  Although he himself has a pair of chain mail, but it is too shabby, the Redwyne family is too embarrassed to let him wear it on this occasion, it is too shameful.

   "No." Samwell slapped the armor on his body vigorously, "I will definitely win this victory for Miss Desmera today, otherwise, I am not qualified to marry her!"

  Horace quickly covered his mouth, roaring inwardly—you really have no right to marry my sister! But who told the father to insist that the younger sister marry you!

The heir of Qingting Island, who has already called himself the "big uncle" in advance, can't wait to knock this uneasy brother-in-law unconscious with a stick, and then let the proxy knight who has been prepared for a long time come to teach that Davon Lannis special.

  But Samwell didn't listen to persuasion at all. After dressing up, he walked towards his war horse with arrogance.

  Horras had no choice but to walk back to the sidelines with a sigh.

   "Clang!"

  With the beating of gongs and drums, today's two protagonists officially enter the arena on horseback.

  The cheers on the viewing platform suddenly became enthusiastic.

   After the two completed a circle around the field, they stood still in their respective positions.

  The attendants ran in immediately and handed their lances to their respective knights.

  Although the wooden lance was used in the competition, it was not light in weight, and considering the handle of the gun was nearly twenty feet long, it was not an easy task to level it on horseback.

   Fortunately, Samwell's current strength has been greatly improved, otherwise this step may not be completed, and it would be a shame.

   "Clang!"

   Another gong sounded.

  The two closed their helmet visors almost at the same time, then clamped their horses, and started to accelerate.

   Tap Tap —

  As the distance between the two of them approached, the speed became faster and faster.

  The cheers of the audience also stopped abruptly, and everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the result of this collision.

  Boom!

  The wooden gun tip exploded, and Samwell was knocked off the horse amidst the flying sawdust.

  The audience let out an exclamation, and then more enthusiastic cheers burst out.

  Davon lifted his mask, waved to the crowd, and enjoyed his own victory—although this was arranged in advance, Samwell's lance didn't touch him just now.

   "Sam! Are you all right?"

  Seeing Miss Desmera rushing into the arena and running to Samwell, the smile on Davon's face froze immediately.

Why?

   Obviously I am the winner!

  Davon roared inwardly, but the next moment, he secretly rejoiced that this guy would withdraw voluntarily.

  Miss Desmera is still her own after all.

  So, he was complacent again.

  On the other side, Samwell only felt the burning pain in his chest and his buttocks, which were about to fall into two pieces.

  However, thinking that this fall was worth five thousand gold dragons, the pain on his body instantly eased a lot.

   Even, he felt that he could fall twice more—

  As long as someone is willing to pay.

   "I'm fine, Miss Desmera." Samwell struggled to stand up, "Sorry to disappoint you."

   "It's okay, force is never the only indicator to measure a knight." Desmela comforted with a sweet smile.

  Horace walked over with a gloomy face: "I told you earlier, let the proxy knight appear!"

  Samwell suddenly became righteous: "I can accept failure, but I cannot accept cowardice!"

  Horras was speechless for a moment, while Desmera's eyes were full of little stars.

  Samwell suddenly felt that this earl's daughter had pretty good acting skills, and when others saw it, they would definitely think they were a pair of childhood sweethearts.

  However, how could he forget that six years ago, when he was brought by his father to Arbor Island to propose marriage to Earl Paxter, the proud young girl despised him.

   After seeing each other for several years, she suddenly fell in love with him?

  Third-rate romance novels dare not write like this.

  Backing to the sidelines, taking off the armor, the bachelor from Arbor Island came to check on Samwell again.

   After confirming that he was not injured, Samwell went to see Earl Paxter.

   "Sorry, my lord, I have let you down."

   "It doesn't matter, young people always have to experience failures before they can see themselves clearly." Earl Paxter said indifferently, "As long as you want, you can still marry my daughter."

   "I'm sorry, my lord, I'm no longer qualified to marry Miss Desmera." Samwell looked ashamed, as if he had completely lost confidence in the future.

  Earl Paxter frowned, but still said patiently:

   "Who should my daughter marry has never been determined by a ridiculous jousting. As for who is eligible to marry her, that's up to me!"

Samwell still shook his head: "Lord Earl, Sir Davon and I have made an agreement before the competition, the loser must withdraw from the competition! Perhaps this agreement seems ridiculous to you, but to me, it is It is an oath that cannot be broken."

   After finishing speaking, he saluted Earl Paxter again, and then walked out in a daze.

   "Stop!" Earl Paxter really stopped him.

  Samwell stopped in his tracks and said weakly, "My lord, what else do you want to order?"

  Earl Paxter saw Samwell's half-dead appearance, and forcibly swallowed his curse words, took a deep breath, and said:

   "I want your method of brewing wine, please make a price."

  Samwell shook his head slowly but firmly: "Sorry, the wine making method doesn't cost much. However, if Qingting Island is willing to sell brandy on its behalf, I will be happy to supply it for you. The price is absolutely fair."

  Earl Paxter stared at Samwell for a while, and finally said helplessly:

"good."

  …

  On the pier, Samwell and his party are about to leave by boat.

  Naturally, no one from the Redwyne family came to see him off. Miss Desmera, who was "affectionate" before, disappeared in a blink of an eye. Instead, it was the Lannister family's Steve and his son.

"Sir Caesar, don't worry, Lannister will pay his debts! We will not ruin the reputation of the family for thousands of years just for the sake of five thousand golden dragons. The letter I just wrote has been taken by the raven to Casterly Rock City, and soon , a ship full of gold will sail out of Lannisport and head for your territory."

"Of course I believe in the reputation of the Lannister family." Samwell said with a smile, "However, I must explain in advance that the previous agreement only stated that I will withdraw from the competition, but if I withdraw, Earl Paxter still refuses It is none of my business to marry Miss Desmera to Sir Davon."

   "Hmph, you don't need to worry about that!" Davon said through gritted teeth, "If you still can't marry Miss Desmera, I'll swim back to Casterly Rock from here!"

  May the gods keep you from drowning in the sea of ​​sunset...

  The kind-hearted Sir Caesar prayed devoutly for Davon for a second, then turned around and boarded the ship.