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Chapter 266: It's time for revenge, martial arts tournament!
"The competition?"

"You actually want me to have a martial arts tournament with that guy?"

"Damn, is your guy's brain as broken as that guy's?"

In the middle of the temporary wilderness camp, under the dim light of the surrounding fire.

Prince Geoffrey Baratheon stared wide-eyed, looking at the ugly and terrifying hound Sandor Clegane in front of him and growled.

"No, of course not His Highness personally competing with him."

The hound Sandor Clegane seemed to have seen the madness of the brat in front of him a lot, and continued to calmly say, "Your Highness can completely let someone else replace His Highness."

"right"

Hearing the Hound's words, Joffrey Baratheon immediately softened his expression, and kept saying, "Yes, I can ask other people to help, let other people help!"

"Who are we looking for, who are we looking for who can deal with that guy?"

Joffrey Baratheon was talking to himself, suddenly raised his head, and looked at Sandor Clegane, the hound in front of him, his eyes suddenly brightened.

Sandor Clegane couldn't guess what the spoiled prince in front of him was thinking, and when the other party was about to speak, he immediately said in advance: "But before that, Your Highness must go to fight against that Morgan , invite the other party to join the battle."

"Moreover, you have to think about the reason for inviting the other party to the martial arts tournament."

The Hound Sandor Clegane said calmly.

As soon as the voice fell, Joffrey Baratheon's attention was instantly shifted to the matter he emphasized, just as Sandor the Hound guessed.

"You want me to personally invite that guy to a tournament?"

Joffrey Baratheon asked, staring at Sandor the Hound.

"Of course, His Highness has only one way to deal with Morgan. Of course, His Highness needs to invite him."

"If Your Highness is afraid, there is nothing you can do."

Sandor the Hound remained calm.

Since he was loyal to the Lannister family, as he was assigned to be Joffrey Baratheon's guard, he has always been loyal to the Lannister family and Prince Joffrey Baratheon. loyalty.

Despite being friends with Morgan.

But he could not refuse Prince Joffrey Baratheon's order.

In the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, in King's Landing City, the prince has a lot of ways to deal with a person.

As for the tournament, this was the only way he, Sandor Clegane, could think of.

For Morgan, the benefits of the tourney were equally obvious.

If he can win in the martial arts competition, once he becomes famous in King's Landing, the influence and the speed of the spread of events are far from being comparable to Winterfell, which is far away in the cold north.

Of course, if Morgan fails in the competition.

There's no back there either.

Because the price of failure is to be killed by the contestants.

Listen to Sandor Clegane the Hound.

Joffrey Baratheon's expression also became calm and relaxed.

He's hot-tempered, irritable, and cruel, but he's no fool.

After calming down, he began to think about what the Hound Sandor Clegane had said.

He is also very clear about the martial arts conference.

Naturally, he also knew that his hound Sandor Clegane was right.

If he wanted to invite Morgan to a martial arts tournament, he had to invite him in person.

But the opponent is Morgan, who is known as the "Sharp Shooter", the Duke of Winterfell, and one of the most trusted people of Ed Stark, who is about to become the new "Prime Minister".

At the hunting meeting held in Winterfell, he won the No. 1 championship with his extremely powerful bow and arrow skills, and left a deep impression on his father, who is the king.

My own mother seemed to value that guy a little bit.

There's nothing surprising about that either.

A marksman with such a strong strength, as long as he shows his strength, he can be valued no matter where he goes.

But understanding is understanding.

The fact that the other party despised him and made him lose face in front of his fiancée and his fiancée's sister could never be forgiven.

I must make that guy pay the price.

But it's not easy to deal with that guy, and it would be wrong if he offends the king's father and the new prime minister by improper operation.

So, you have to think carefully about how to do it.

At the very least, he had to find a suitable candidate who could replace him in the competition.

Silent for a while.

Joffrey Baratheon looked at Sandor the Hound in front of him and said, "Of course I will invite that guy."

"But before that, let's find a suitable candidate to play."

After saying this, Joffrey Baratheon took another look at his hound guards, then turned around and left.

The Hound Sandor Clegane obviously knew that Joffrey seemed to have seen through his thoughts just now.

But he didn't feel anything either.

He didn't want to confront Morgan, not just because he and Morgan were friends.

It was more because he was completely unsure of defeating Morgan.

Just shrugged.

Sandor Clegane, the Hound, followed Joffrey Baratheon at once.

Time passed slowly.

The night is getting darker.

Except for the bonfire of the guards in the huge temporary camp.

The candles in the small tents not far away continued to go out and fell asleep.

Under a lonely tree.

Morgan stuffed the last piece of dried smoked fish into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and dropped the roasting fork in his hand with satisfaction.

Opposite him, Arya Stark in front of the campfire was still busy roasting dried meat.

I saw that Arya Stark seemed to never have enough of ordinary snacks, skewering the food, grilling it, eating it immediately, and continuing to do this repeatedly, and never tired of it.

Morgan smiled and asked, "Haven't you had enough yet, Arya?"

"Not yet, but soon."

Arya casually wiped the oil stains on the handle on the dense weeds beside her and replied.

"Then eat again next time, it's already late, you should go to bed."

Morgan got up and looked around, then looked at Arya in front of him and said.

Speaking of which, this Arya Stark is indeed too different from her sister Sansa Stark.

The elder sister Sansa is delicate, knowing that Morgan has offended Prince Geoffrey Baratheon.

I said goodbye immediately, and didn't want to have more communication with Morgan, for fear that the prince would blame her.

Morgan was calm and indifferent to this.

He is not the golden dragon coin of this world.

It is impossible to make everyone willing to associate with him.

Especially that prince Joffrey Baratheon is also the fiancé of Sansa Stark, the future king.

After Morgan offended the prince, it was very normal for the other party to have such a reaction.

But even normal, normal.

It's hard to accept when it happens to you.

Morgan is no saint.

When he met robbers in the barren mountains and wild mountains, he could kill them all for no reason, just because the other party took an extra look at him.

You can also stand by and watch when the robbers rob and kill the farmer's family in the field, just because the farmer's family drove away yourself standing next to the crop field not long ago.

Morgan has joys, sorrows and sorrows, and has a clear distinction between likes and dislikes.

If it is said that he treated Sansa Stark, a noble lady, with mediocrity.

Now there is a hint of disgust.

Compared to Sansa Stark who immediately left when the situation was wrong, 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: "Hiding in the carriage every day these days is really uncomfortable."

But Morgan didn't care about Arya's explanation, he got up and walked to Arya's side, stretched out his hands, and immediately lifted Arya up like a little chicken.

"But that's no reason for you not to sleep, Arya."

"Besides, King's Landing City is coming soon."

Morgan said and carried Arya all the way to the front of the carriage.

This carriage is not small, but it is enough to sleep two girls from the Stark family.

Stuff Arya Stark into the carriage.

Morgan turned around as if walking towards a campfire.

Soon, Morgan, who was about to reach the bonfire, discovered an unexpected figure in front of the bonfire.

"If you dare to come here at this time, aren't you afraid that His Highness the prince will trouble you?"

Looking at the tall figure, Morgan smiled.

"He's already gone to sleep by now."

The Hound, Sandor Clegane, held a skewer with sausages in his hand, and replied.

"But he is going to take revenge on you, in the form of a martial arts tournament"

The Hound Sandor Clegane looked up at Morgan who sat down again, and said.

"Oh, the tournament."

Hearing what the other party said, Morgan was not surprised but happy.

Speaking of which, he risked offending Duke Eddard Stark at the welcome party for the king in Winterfell, and secretly agreed to the challenge of the Kingsguard Jaime Lannister in order to quickly become famous.

I just didn't expect the other party to be a softie.

After that, Morgan met James Lannister again, but the other party stopped talking to him.

As for the martial arts competition, there was naturally no movement.

Now Sandor Clegane told his prince Geoffrey Baratheon to take revenge on himself, and to take revenge on himself in the form of a tournament.

How does this not surprise Morgan.

But don't show it too much.

"By the way, Morgan, how did you offend him?"

The Hound Sandor Clegane put the skewered sausages on the bonfire to roast, and asked while looking at Morgan in front of him.

"If I say it was just an accident, do 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 offending Geoffrey Baratheon not long ago.

As Morgan said, it was indeed an accident.

He just casually threw the roast fork with sausage on it to Sandor Clegane, the hound behind Joffrey, without really thinking that much.

I just didn't expect Joffrey Baratheon to turn his head just now, and the reaction was so big.

With Morgan's strength, he would never miss a steel javelin, let alone just throw a roast fork.

But the spoiled, cruel and irritable Prince Joffrey obviously doesn't think so.

Morgan's behavior is a dangerous behavior that threatens his life.

And, most importantly, his dodging looks ridiculous, especially in the presence of his fiancée and his fiancée's sister.

Such a disgraceful act.

It would be strange if Joffrey Baratheon could bear it without breaking out.

And for Morgan.

His fame in Middle-earth spread throughout the world.

He has a wide range of friends and is a guest of all major forces and kingdoms.

Coupled with strong strength in the body.

Morgan has a strong confidence in everyone.

This is also the reason why he has a temperament that is completely different from ordinary people.

This is also the reason why Duke Eddard Stark, the kingdom Robert Baratheon saw Morgan for the first time, even if he was just standing, he was able to perceive that Morgan was different from other ordinary people.

Therefore, in this world, Morgan needs to exercise etiquette even for those with higher status.

His gestures are also completely different from others.

No matter how high the other party's status was, there was no trace of servility, fear, or flattery in Morgan's etiquette.

In normal communication, this is naturally even more so.

However, he met Joffrey Baratheon, the spoiled prince.

Morgan clearly miscalculated this time.

However, if he had known that His Royal Highness's method of revenge was to hold a martial arts tournament.

Morgan might have deliberately made trouble for Joffrey Baratheon long ago.

But it's not too late.

"I just threw you a fork with grilled sausages on it. Well, the sausages on it are the two delicious skewers you ate before."

"He got angry"

When Morgan smiled and briefly stated the reason for His Royal Highness.

Sandor Clegane the Hound fell silent.

Because of his understanding with that Prince His Royal Highness for so long.

His Royal Highness Joffrey is definitely likely to be furious because of this incident.

"Then what are you going to do?"

The Hound Sandor Clegane was silent for a while, then asked again.

"How to do?"

"Of course it's a challenge."

Morgan picked up more dead branches and fiddled with the bonfire in front of him with a smile: "It is my honor that His Royal Highness wants to have a martial arts tournament with me, and of course I will participate."

Looking at Sandor the hunting dog with a heavy face in front of him, Morgan suddenly asked: "Has your highness found anyone to compete with me?"

"Could it 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 hunting dog Sandor who shook his head, Morgan smiled and continued: "It's not that I underestimate you, you are not my opponent Sandor."

"I know"

After the silence, the hound Sandor Clegane gave a very rare nod to show weakness.

Sandor Clegane, the hound who wants to be loyal but not good-tempered, admits that he is not strong enough.

Unless you have defeated him before, it is the kind of defeating him upright that can convince him to say such words.

Coincidentally, it was not long after the Hunting Competition in Winterfell.

Morgan once had a contest with Sandor the Hound.

The result was equally obvious, Morgan handily defeated the Hound Sandor Clegane.

Sandor Clegane is not afraid to fail.

But for a complete crush, a desperate battle with no hope of victory at all.

He doesn't want to go through it again.

"I'm here to tell you about it."

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 chatted one sentence at a time.

When the Hound Sandor Clegane finished eating all the grilled sausages on the side plate, he got up and prepared to leave.

Before leaving.

The Hound Sandor Clegane looked at Morgan and said, "I proposed the tournament."

Morgan's complexion changed slightly, and then he smiled and said, "Thanks."

The Hound Sandor just waved his hand, turned around and walked into the dark night, and soon disappeared.

"Contest of Martial Arts."

Watching the disappearance of the Hound Sandor Clegane.

Morgan narrowed his eyes immediately.

Sandor Clegane came here specifically to inform this matter.

It shows that the matter of the "martial arts tournament" has probably been decided by the prince.

The opponent's speed of revenge and the strength of revenge.

Morgan was a little surprised.

This also made him more vigilant about the next trip to King's Landing City.

(End of this chapter)