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"The competition?"

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

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

In the center of the temporary wilderness camp, surrounded by dim firelight.

Prince Joffrey Baratheon's eyes widened, looking at Sandor Clegane, the ugly and terrifying hound in front of him, and growled.

"No, of course it wasn't that His Highness personally competed with him."

The hound Sandor Clegane seemed to have seen the madness of the bear child in front of him, and continued to speak calmly: "Your Highness can completely replace His Highness with someone else."

"right"

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

"Who are you looking for, who are you looking for to deal with that guy?"

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

Sandor Clegane couldn't guess what the spoiled brat prince was thinking, and when the other party was about to speak, he immediately said in advance: "But before that, His Royal Highness must go to that Morgan to issue a letter to him. , invite the opponent to join the war."

"Also, think about the reason for inviting the other party to the competition."

Hound Sandor Clegane said calmly.

As soon as the words fell, Joffrey Baratheon's attention was instantly diverted to what he was emphasizing, just as Sandor the Hound had guessed.

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

Joffrey Baratheon asked, staring at Sandor the Hound.

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

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

Sandor the Hound remained calm.

Since he swore allegiance to House Lannister, as a guard assigned to be Joffrey Baratheon, he has always been loyal to House Lannister, and also to Prince Joffrey Baratheon. loyalty.

Although and Morgan are friends.

But he couldn't refuse Prince Joffrey Baratheon's order.

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

As for the Tournament, this was the only way that Sandor Clegane could think of.

For Morgan, the benefits of the Tournament are equally obvious.

If he can win the competition, once he becomes famous in King's Landing, the speed of influence and the spread of events is far beyond the comparison of Winterfell in the cold north.

Of course, if Morgan fails the test.

There's no more behind that.

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

Listen to Sandor Clegane the Hound.

Joffrey Baratheon's expression also seemed to be calm and relaxed.

He's grumpy, irritable, and cruel, but he's not a fool.

This calm, he thought about what Sandor Clegane said.

He is also very clear about the martial arts conference.

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

If he wanted to ask Morgan for a tournament, he had to invite him in person.

However, the opponent was Morgan, known as the "Sharpshooter", the Duke of Winterfell, and one of Eddard Stark's most trusted people who was about to become the new "Prime Minister".

At the Hunting Conference held in Winterfell, he won the first prize with his incomparably powerful bow and archery, and he also left a deep impression on his father who is the king.

His mother seemed to value that guy a little bit.

This is not surprising.

Such a powerful marksman, as long as he shows great strength, he can be taken seriously no matter where he goes.

But understanding is understanding.

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

You must make that guy pay the price.

However, it is not easy to deal with that guy. It would be inappropriate if he offends the king's father and the new former prime minister.

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

At least you have to find the right person who can replace yourself in the competition.

Silent for a while.

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

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

When Joffrey Baratheon said this, he glanced at his hound guard, then turned around and left.

Sandor Clegane the Hound obviously knew that Joffrey had seen through his mind just now.

But he didn't feel anything.

He didn't want to fight Morgan, not only because he and Morgan were friends.

It's more because he's completely unsure of being able to beat Morgan.

Just shrugged.

Sandor Clegane the Hound immediately followed in the footsteps of Joffrey Baratheon.

Time passed slowly.

The night is getting darker.

In the huge temporary camp, except for the bonfire of the escort team.

The candles in the small tents not far from the surrounding area kept going out to sleep.

under a lonely tree.

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

Opposite him, Arya Stark in front of the bonfire was still busy roasting jerky.

I saw Arya Stark, as if he could never get enough of a snack food, skewered the food, roasted it, and ate it immediately, and continued to do so repeatedly, and was never tired of it.

Morgan smiled and asked, "Aren't you full yet? Arya?"

"Almost, but soon."

Arya answered by wiping the grease on her hands on the lush grass beside her.

"Then eat it next time. It's very 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.

Sister Sansa was very thoughtful and knew that Morgan had angered Prince Joffrey Baratheon.

I said goodbye immediately, not wanting to have more communication with Morgan, for fear that the prince would blame her.

Morgan's calm attitude doesn't matter.

He is not the golden dragon coin of this world.

It is impossible for everyone to be 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 if it's normal, it's normal.

It's hard to accept what happens to yourself.

Morgan is not a saint.

He could kill robbers for no reason when he met robbers in the barren mountains, just because the other party gave him one more look.

You can also stand by while the robbers rob and kill the farmer's family in the wild, just because the farmer's family drove himself away from the crops not long ago.

Morgan has joys, sorrows and sorrows, clear love and hate.

If it was said that he treated Sansa Stark, a noble lady, with ordinary senses.

Now there is a sense of disgust.

Compared with Sansa Stark, who left immediately after seeing the situation, 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, "It's so uncomfortable to hide in the car every day these days."

But Morgan didn't care what Arya explained, got up and walked to Arya's side, stretched out his hands, and immediately picked up Arya like a chick.

"But that's not why you don't sleep, Arya."

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

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

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

Put Arya Stark in the carriage.

Morgan turned around like walking in front of a campfire.

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

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

Looking at the tall figure, Morgan said with a smile.

"He has fallen asleep long ago."

Sandor Clegane the Hound replied with a skewer and sausages in his hand.

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

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

"Oh, the Tournament."

Hearing the other party's words, Morgan was not surprised but happy.

Speaking of which, he took the risk of offending Duke Eddard Stark at the welcome party for the king at Winterfell, and privately agreed to the challenge of the Kingsguard Jaime Lannister, just to make a name quickly.

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

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

And the matter of the martial arts conference, naturally, there is no movement.

Now Sandor Clegane told him that Prince Joffrey Baratheon was going to take revenge on him, and he would also take revenge on him in a tournament.

How this doesn't surprise Morgan.

But don't show it too much.

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

The hunting dog Sandor Clegane put the skewered sausages into the bonfire and grilled, looking at Morgan in front of him and asking.

"If I say it, it's just an accident, do you believe it?"

Morgan leaned against the tree trunk behind him and smiled at the ugly man in front of him.

Speaking of offending Joffrey Baratheon not long ago.

Like Morgan said, it was an accident.

He just casually threw the sausage fork to Sandor Clegane, the hound behind Joffrey. He really didn't think much of it.

I just didn't expect that Joffrey Baratheon just turned his head, and the reaction was still so big.

With Morgan's strength, he wouldn't miss throwing a steel javelin, let alone just throwing a fork.

But Joffrey, the pampered, short-tempered, cruel and irritable prince, obviously doesn't think so.

Morgan's behavior was dangerous behavior that threatened his life.

And, most importantly, his dodging looks ridiculous, especially with his fiancée and fiancée sister around.

Such disgraceful behavior.

It would be strange if Joffrey Baratheon could endure 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 major kingdoms.

Plus powerful strength.

Morgan has a strong confidence in anyone.

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

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

So, Morgan needs to exercise etiquette in this world, even to those of higher status.

Its action posture is also completely different from others.

No matter how high the status of the other party is, there is not a trace of bowing, fear, flattery and the like in Morgan's etiquette.

In normal communication, this is naturally the case.

However, met Joffrey Baratheon, the spoiled prince.

Morgan clearly miscalculated this time.

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

Morgan might have deliberately set out to trouble Joffrey Baratheon long ago.

But it's not too late.

"I just threw you a fork with grilled sausages on it. The sausages on it are the same two sticks you ate deliciously before."

"He got angry"

When Morgan smiled and simply explained the reason for His Highness the Prince.

Sandor Clegane the Hound fell silent.

Because of what he has known for such a long time with His Royal Highness that prince.

It is absolutely possible that His Royal Highness Joffrey will be furious over this.

"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 dry branches and fiddled with the bonfire in front of him and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness wants to have a competition with me. This is my honor, and of course I will participate."

Looking at Sandor, the heavy-faced hound in front of him, Morgan suddenly asked, "Has Your Royal Highness found someone to compete with me?"

"Could it be you, Sandor?"

Hearing Morgan say this, the hound Sandor Clegane immediately shook his head, but didn't say much.

"That's it."

Looking at Sandor the hound shaking 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 nodded in a rare gesture of weakness.

Sandor Clegane, a hunting dog who wants to be loyal but not very good-tempered, admits that he is not strong enough.

Only by defeating him before, or defeating him in an upright manner, can he be convinced to say such words.

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

Morgan had a match with Sandor the Hound.

The result was equally obvious, as Morgan easily defeated Sandor Clegane the hound.

Sandor Clegane is not afraid of failure.

But for the complete crushing, there is no hope of victory in the desperate battle.

He didn't want to experience it again.

"I just came to tell you this."

Sandor Clegane's face was silent, but his hands were not slow.

It didn't take long for several strings of fragrant grilled sausages to enter his stomach.

Next, the two chatted each and every sentence.

When the hound Sandor Clegane ate 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 face changed slightly, and then he said with a smile, "Thanks."

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

"The Tournament."

Watching the back of the hound Sandor Clegane disappearing.

Morgan's eyes narrowed immediately.

Sandor Clegane came here to tell you about it.

It means that the matter of the "Battle Tournament" has probably already 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.