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Chapter 270 Big prize, ambition!
"Arya, Sansa."

Inside the king's tent, he looked at the crowd who were discussing in low voices and dispersed.

Morgan looked at the two crying girls alone in front of him, and said softly, "We should go."

At this time, a familiar figure reappeared in front of the hanging curtain door of the Wang Tent.

It was Ed Stark, the Duke of Winterfell who had just raised his eldest daughter Sansa himself from a direwolf.

"Morgan, take them back."

Ed Stark stood in front of the gate and said, looking tired.

"I know."

Morgan nodded, and Ed Stark left quickly.

Arya Stark had already wiped her tears away 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 else.

Silent all the way.

When Morgan sent Sansa Stark back to the spacious carriage.

Before entering the carriage, Arya Stark suddenly turned her head and looked at Morgan behind her and asked, "Mr. Morgan, why did they punish us when it was clearly their fault, but we were the ones who ended up being wrong?"

Faced with this question from Arya.

After being silent for a while, Morgan said softly, "Because he is a prince, the future king."

"Go to sleep, get a good night's sleep, we will arrive in King's Landing City tomorrow."

As Morgan spoke, he couldn't help touching the head of Arya Stark, a stubborn child.

Arya immediately shook her head in resistance, and then got into the car.

Watching the two children enter the carriage.

Morgan stretched out his hand to summon the guards who were guarding the carriage not far away.

"Master Morgan."

"Mr. Morgan."

"Take care of the two ladies, and report to me in time if you have anything to do."

Morgan opened his mouth lightly, and the two guards immediately nodded.

Get out of this compartment.

Morgan strode towards the location of his tent.

But before he got to the tent, he saw a fire flickering in his tent.

There was a slight pause in the footsteps, and then continued to move forward.

Soon, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a tall figure was sitting in front of the bonfire in the center of the tent, grilling by himself.

"I didn't see you just now."

Morgan looked at the visitor hound Sandor Clegane and said casually.

"Hey, did you kill someone?"

The smell of grilled sausages pervaded the tent, but Morgan was so sensitive to the smell of blood, so he sat in front of the campfire and immediately smelled the faint smell of blood emanating from Sandor, the hound in front of him.

"It belonged to the apprentice butcher, I caught up with him."

Sandor the Hound stuffed the freshly baked sausage into his mouth, chewed it, and then spoke.

Hear this.

Morgan didn't make a sound, just started to skewer the sausages and cold meat brought by Sandor the Hound on the spit and start grilling.

The fact that Prince Joffrey was bitten today was no small matter.

If Arya Stark hadn't been the daughter of the Duke of Winterfell, then her fate would have been no different from that of the apprentice butcher who had died at the hands of the Hound.

He was not surprised by this result.

"Pfft."

"Pfft."

Grease-brushed sausages sizzled softly over the campfire.

Morgan quietly roasted the sausage, and suddenly asked, "How is the Kingsguard Jaime Lannister's strength?"

The voice fell.

Somewhat similar to the Lonely Mountain dwarves in Middle-earth, the hunting dog Sandor, who likes to eat grilled sausages, stopped the sausages he was about to put in his mouth when he heard this. He looked up at Morgan, and then slowly said: "Can you The strength of the knights joining the Kingsguard is beyond doubt."

"Not to mention Jaime who joined the Kingsguard at the age of 15"

"I haven't competed with him."

"However, his strength should be."

The Hound Sandor said slowly, he has long been loyal to the Lannister family.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have told Morgan, the swordsman of the Stark family who had long been regarded as an enemy by the Lannister family, what he said.

But Sandor the Hound said it anyway.

Because he regarded Morgan as a friend.

"Should be stronger than you?"

Hearing the other party stop, Morgan looked at the hound Sandor and asked.

But Sandor the Hound didn't deny it, didn't nod, just shook his head: "We haven't tried before"

"Why do you ask this?"

The Hound Sandor said and looked at the friend in front of him. This was the only friend he had given to the northern border of Winterfell with the king and queen, and the only one he had given in the past few years. Morgan, who was recognized by him, was a little surprised.

"Pfft."

Faced with the doubts of the hound Sandor, Morgan did not answer immediately, but put into his mouth the hot sausage sprinkled with some spices and grilled.

Experience the enjoyment of the taste buds, and then send it to the empty abdomen, and feel the satisfaction from the whole body due to the fresh and hot food.

Then Morgan said calmly: "Not long ago in the king's tent, in front of the king and queen, I challenged Jaime Lannister to a martial arts tournament."

"The tournament between you and His Excellency James Lannister?"

Hearing Morgan's words, Sandor the Hound was stunned for a moment, and asked back, "Does the king and queen agree?"

"Of course, His Majesty the King agreed."

Morgan nodded, and continued to put another string of grilled sausages on the spit into his mouth, and then began to skewer the bacon.

“It was a surprise”

Seeing Morgan's expressionless expression, Sandor the Hound came back to his senses for a while before speaking.

"I feel so too."

"Maybe His Majesty wants to see how my sword skills are."

Morgan nodded and said casually.

"By the way, His Majesty the King has set the time for the tournament in one month's time."

"Then, will I still be challenged by His Royal Highness Prince Joffrey's tournament?"

Morgan said looking up at Sandor the Hound and asked again.

"Uh"

"This, I don't know, not necessarily."

"The Character of His Royal Highness"

Hearing Morgan talking about this, the Hound Sandor spoke a little uncertainly, but at the end he just shook his head.

Look at Sandor the Hound's expression.

Morgan knew that the other party obviously knew the character of Joffrey he was protecting better than himself.

But from his expression and words.

Morgan heard that the tourney challenge from Joffrey was probably not going to continue, but he didn't want to talk too much.

"Okay, let's not talk about that."

After getting the information he wanted, Morgan smiled casually, and stretched out his hand to grab the void behind him, and two jugs filled with wine immediately appeared in Morgan's hands out of thin air.

"drink wine."

Randomly toss one of the water jugs to Sandor the Hound.

Morgan uncorked the pot and took a big gulp.

Intense, slightly spicy, sweet with a touch of aromatic whiskey in the throat.

Let Morgan's whole body feel a lot more energetic.

"You can always get good wine."

The hunting dog Sandor, who was smelling the wine, looked at a jug full of whiskey in his hand, and rarely showed a 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 that Morgan was talking about the 1 Golden Dragon Coins that he was rewarded for winning No.[-] in the last hunting conference.

As if thinking of something, he immediately said, "The rewards for winning the No.1 tournament held in King's Landing in the past are much higher than the hunting competition we participated in last time in Winterfell."

"This time to celebrate Lord Ed Stark's appointment as Prime Minister, His Majesty the King likes to be lively. After returning to King's Landing this time, there will definitely be a tournament."

"Perhaps His Majesty the King has already thought about it in advance, and that's why he agreed to the martial arts tournament between you and His Excellency James Lannister."

As soon as the tourney was mentioned, Sandor the Hound immediately became very excited.

Morgan then asked, "Oh, what was the reward for winning the No.1 martial arts tournament in King's Landing?"

"Golden Dragon Coin!"

Sandor the Hound answered immediately, and continued: "Tens of thousands of gold dragon coins."

"I still remember the tournament with the richest rewards, which was also announced by His Majesty the King. I forgot the specific reason for it, but that time, the winner of No.1 was rewarded enough for [-] Golden Dragon Coins!"

"That's the [-] Golden Dragon Coin Morgan!"

"Even No.2 has [-] Golden Dragon Coins."

"Such a generous reward is really exciting just thinking about it."

"I still remember that time."

Seems to be interested, Sandor the Hound talked about the past martial arts tournament and the martial arts tournament he had participated in with great interest.

This surprised Morgan a bit.

He really didn't expect that Sandor Clegane, a hound with an ugly and terrifying half face, who usually looks silent and ruthless, would actually have such talkative moments.

After some introduction and explanation by the hunting dog Sandor.

Morgan finally understood a lot of information about the martial arts conference.

Only then did he know that the martial arts competitions that many people talked about before usually have specific competition systems and competition rules.

There are generally three competition systems in martial arts tournaments.

They are "Pike Tournament on Horseback": two knights in armor riding on horseback, holding specially crafted passivated spear weapons, attack each other with spears in their hands, with the goal of shooting down each other, and the first to fall off the horse is the loser;

"Archery Tournament": The way of archery contest is to test whose archery skills are more exquisite. This is similar to the selection of fencing masters when Morgan was in Winterfell, but it is more difficult and the scale of the test is larger;

And there is the final "group competition": many fighters participating in the competition will have a big melee as individuals, which is similar to the "chicken eating" in the game, and the winner in the end is the champion.

Among the three competition systems.

"Immediate jousting" is the most important, and the final winner No.1 will get the most rewards.

No.2 is next.

Ranked in order of importance.

Then there is "group competition and close combat".

The last is the "archery competition".

The No. 1 rewards for the winners of the latter two competition systems are generally the same as the No. 2 rewards for "Immediate Jousting".

Of course, sometimes the winner of the latter will be rewarded less than the former.

However, what is certain is that the competition system rewards for "Group Martial Arts Close Combat" and "Archery Tournament" are only No.1, not No.2.

The night was dark.

Inside the Morgan tent.

The Hound Sandor Clegane sat cross-legged in front of the bonfire, roasting sausages and drinking whiskey, while he kept telling Morgan about the tournament in King's Landing.

"His Majesty the King personally went to the northern border of Winterfell this time to invite Duke Eddard Stark to King's Landing to serve as the former Prime Minister. The scale of the tournament to be celebrated this time is definitely not small."

"The larger the scale, the greater the final winner's reward."

"Morgan, with your strength, it is definitely not a problem to win the No.1 reward for winning the "Bow and Arrow Tournament"."

The Hound Sandor said as he raised the wine bag in his hand to gesture to Morgan, and Morgan then raised the wine bag.

The two of them took a big gulp each.

Sandor the Hound continued: "However, it may not be so easy to get other awards."

Morgan smiled, just looked at Sandor the Hound and asked: "You said you have participated in a tournament, so what is the best place you have ever won?"

Hearing that the Hound just told himself about the rules and competition system that he had personally participated in the tournament, Morgan knew that he hadn't been able to get No.1.

No.3 in "Joust right now"

"It was a tourney a year ago, and I was shot off my horse by Ser Barristan Selmy, Captain of the Kingsguard, also known as Barristan the Bold."

Speaking of this, the Hound Sandor's voice was much lower.

Obviously, he, who attached great importance to the tournament, was very concerned about this loss.

"Being able to defeat you must be of great strength to that Ser Barristan Selmy."

Hearing this, Morgan answered with an extremely calm expression.

"Of course, you'll know when the time comes."

"The scale of this tourney is grand. Ser Barristan Selmy will definitely continue to participate, no, not necessarily, after all, he is not young."

"However, there will definitely be many powerful knights participating, plus you, Morgan, and His Excellency James Lannister."

"This time's martial arts tournament must be unprecedentedly exciting."

Speaking of the tournament again, Sandor the Hound remains in high spirits.

"Then you're sure to be involved, too?"

Morgan put the smoked fish on the grill into his mouth, chewed it up, swallowed it, looked at Sandor the Hound 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, the voice of Sandor the Hound immediately became low and cold.

Gregor Clegane: Jazz, nicknamed "Magic Mountain", is the lord of the "Clegane Family" and is loyal to the Lannister family. He is known far and wide for his tall stature and incomparable ferocity.

The Mountain is also the older brother of Sandor Clegane, the "Hound".

Morgan has heard some information about the "Magic Mountain" from the little devil Tyrion Lannister, and has a certain understanding of Sandor the Hound's brother.

He knew that the horrible and hideous scar on half of the face of "Hound Dog" in front of him was thanks to his brother "Magic Mountain".

This is also the reason why the two brothers are in the same situation and have deep hatred.

The night is getting darker.

When the Hound Sandor Clegane walked out of Morgan's tent drunk.

Morgan looked at the back of "Hound Dog", and all he could think of were the tournament system and prize money that the other party had mentioned before.

"Immediately joust."

"Group competition."

"Archery Tournament."

The winning No.1 of the three competition systems adds up to an extremely generous reward of at least tens of thousands of Golden Dragon Coins.

Looking at the back of the hound Sandor going away and disappearing.

Morgan's eyes were deep: "I don't know if there is anyone who can win the No. 1 of these three competitions at the same time in the martial arts tournament in Westeros."

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