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"Arya, Sansa."

Inside the king's tent, I looked at the people who were talking in low voices and dispersing.

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 king tent.

It was Eddard Stark, the Duke of Winterfell who had just brought down the direwolf of his eldest daughter, Sansa, who was raised by her own hands.

"Morgan, take them back."

Eddard Stark said while standing in front of the gate, looking tired.

"I know."

Morgan nodded, and Eddard Stark quickly left.

Arya Stark wiped away tears 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.

Silent all the way.

When Morgan sent Sansa Stark back to the spacious carriage.

Before entering the carriage, Arya Stark suddenly turned her head to look at Morgan behind her and asked, "Mr. Morgan, why is it their fault, but it turned out to be our fault in the end, and we should be punished?"

Faced with this question from Arya.

Morgan was only silent for a moment, and then said softly, "Because he is a prince and a future king."

"Go to sleep, get a good night's sleep, we can arrive at King's Landing tomorrow."

Morgan couldn't help but touched the head of the stubborn child Arya Stark.

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

Watching the two children enter the carriage.

Morgan reached out and summoned the guards who were guarding the carriage not far away.

"Mr. Morgan."

"Your Excellency Morgan."

"Be optimistic about the two young ladies, and report to me in time if there is anything."

Morgan spoke lightly, and the two guards nodded immediately.

Get out of this carriage.

Morgan strode to where his tent was.

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

The footsteps paused slightly, and then continued to move forward.

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

"I didn't see you just now."

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

"Hey, did you kill someone?"

The scent of grilled sausages filled the tent, but Morgan was so sensitive to the smell of blood that 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's the butcher's apprentice. I caught up with him."

Sandor the Hound stuffed the freshly cooked sausage into his mouth and chewed it before he opened his mouth.

Hear this.

Morgan didn't make a sound, just started to skewer the sausages and icy meat brought by Sandor the hound on the grill and began to grill.

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

If Arya Stark is not the daughter of the Duke of Winterfell, then her fate must be no different from that of the butcher apprentice who died at the hands of the hound in front of her.

He was not surprised by the result.

"Pfft."

"Pfft."

The greasy sausages squeaked softly over the campfire.

Morgan quietly grilled the sausage, and suddenly asked, "How is the strength of Kings guard Jaime Lannister?"

The voice fell.

Similar to the Lonely Mountain Dwarf in Middle-earth, Sandor, the hound who likes to eat grilled sausages, heard this, and the sausage he was about to put in his mouth stopped. He looked up at Morgan, and then slowly said: "Yes The knights who join the Kingsguard are unquestionable."

"Not to mention Jaime, who joined the Kingsguard at the age of fifteen."

"I didn't try to compete with him."

"However, his strength should be."

Sandor the Hound said slowly, he had long since pledged his allegiance to the Lannister family.

It stands to reason that he should not tell Morgan, the swordsman of House Stark, who has long been regarded as an enemy of House Lannister.

But Sandor the Hound said it anyway.

Because he considers Morgan a friend.

"Should be better than you?"

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

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

"Why do you ask this?"

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

"Pfft."

Faced with the doubts of Sandor the Hound, Morgan did not answer immediately, but put the hot sausages sprinkled with a little spice and roasted into his mouth.

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

Morgan said lightly: "In the royal tent not long ago, in front of the king and queen, I challenged Jaime Lannister to the competition."

"You and Jaime Lannister Your Majesty's Tournament?"

Hearing Morgan's words, Sandor the Hound was stunned, and then asked: "The king and queen agree?"

"Of course, His Majesty the King agrees."

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

"It was a surprise"

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

"I feel so too."

"Maybe His Majesty wants to see how my swordsmanship is doing."

Morgan nodded and said casually.

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

"Then, will I still be challenged by His Royal Highness Prince Joffrey's Tournament 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, Sandor the Hound spoke uncertainly, but at the end he just shook his head.

Look at Sandor the Hound's expression.

Morgan knew that the other party clearly knew more than he did about the character of Joffrey he was protecting.

But from his expression and words.

Morgan heard that the jousting challenge from Joffrey was probably not going to continue, but he didn't want to talk about it.

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

After getting the information he wanted, Morgan laughed casually, and then reached out and grabbed the void behind him, and two bags of water bottles filled with wine immediately appeared in Morgan's hands out of thin air.

"drink wine."

Just toss one of the jugs at Sandor the Hound.

Morgan opened the jug and took a big mouthful.

Intense, slightly spicy, sweet with a hint of aromatic whisky in the throat.

Morgan's whole body is a lot of energy.

"You always get good wine."

Sandor, the hound sniffing the aroma of the wine, looked at the jug full of whiskey in his hand, and a rare smile appeared on his ugly face.

"Of course, as long as you have money, there is nothing you can't buy."

Morgan said casually.

Sandor the Hound thought Morgan was talking about the thousand gold dragons that he was rewarded for winning first place at the last hunt.

As if thinking of something, he immediately said: "The prize for the first place in the competition held in King's Landing in the past is much more than the last hunting competition we participated in Winterfell."

"This time, in order to celebrate that Lord Eddard Stark's inauguration as the Prime Minister, His Majesty the King likes to be lively. After returning to King's Landing this time, there will definitely be a contest."

"Perhaps His Majesty the King has already thought about it in advance, and this is the reason why you agree to the competition between you and His Excellency Jaime Lannister."

Speaking of the Tournament, Sandor the Hound immediately became more interested.

Morgan answered and asked, "Oh, what was the reward for the first place in the previous competition in King's Landing?"

"Golden Dragon Coin!"

Sandor the Hound answered immediately and continued, "Tens of thousands of Golden Dragon Coins."

"I still remember that the competition with the most generous rewards was also announced by His Majesty the King. I forgot the specific reason for holding it, but that time, the winning reward for the first place was enough for 20,000 Golden Dragon Coins!"

"That's a 20,000 gold dragon coin Morgan!"

"Even the second place also has 10,000 Golden Dragon Coins."

"Such a generous reward is really exciting to think about."

"I still remember that time."

It seemed that he was interested, and Sandor the hound talked about the previous martial arts tournament and the tournament he had participated in with great interest.

This surprised Morgan.

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

After some introduction and explanation by Sandor the Hound.

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

It was only at this moment that he knew that the martial arts tournaments that many people had talked about before generally had those specific competition systems and competition rules.

There are generally three competition systems in the competition.

They are "horse spear competition": two knights riding on horses and wearing armor, holding specially crafted dulled spear weapons, attack each other with spears in their hands, aiming to shoot down each other, and the first to fall off the horse is the loser;

"Archery Competition": The way of archery competition is to test whose archery is more exquisite. This is similar to the selection of swordsmen when Morgan was in Winterfell, but it is more difficult and the scale of the competition is larger;

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

in three formats.

The "Right Spear Tournament" is the most important, and the final winner and the first place will receive the most rewards.

Second place.

In order of importance of the competition system.

Then there's the "group competition close-quarters fight".

Finally, there is the "Archery Tournament".

The winners of the latter two competitions are generally awarded the same first prize as the second prize of the "horse spear competition".

Of course, sometimes the latter winner's reward will be less than the former.

However, what is certain is that the competition system rewards for "team competition close combat" and "archery competition" are only the first place, and there is no second place.

The night was dark.

Inside Morgan's tent.

Sandor Clegane, the hound, sat cross-legged in front of the bonfire, grilling sausages and drinking whisky, while he kept telling Morgan about the tournament in King's Landing.

"His Majesty the King personally went to Winterfell in the North to invite Duke Eddard Stark to King's Landing to serve as the Prime Minister of the King's Landing. The scale of this celebration is definitely not small."

"The bigger the scale, the bigger the winner will be at the end."

"Morgan, with your strength, winning the first prize in the "Bow and Arrow Competition" is definitely not a problem."

Sandor the Hound raised the wine bag in his hand and gestured to Morgan, who immediately raised the wine bag.

The two of them each took a big mouthful.

The Hound Sandor then continued: "But it may not be so easy to get other prizes."

Morgan smiled, just looked at Sandor the hound and asked, "You said you've participated in a tournament, so what's the best ranking you've ever won?"

Hearing that the Hound had just told himself about the rules and competition system because he had participated in the tournament in person, Morgan knew that he had not been able to get the first place.

3rd place in the "Right Spear Tournament"."

"It was a tournament a year ago, and I was shot down by Sir Barristan Selmy, Captain of the Kingsguard, also known as the "Fearless Barristan"."

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

Obviously, he was very concerned about this defeat, who valued the tournament.

"Being able to beat you, that Sir Barristan Selmy must be very good."

Hearing this, Morgan said with a very calm expression.

"Of course, then you'll know."

"The scale of this competition is grand. Sir Barristan Selmy will definitely continue to participate. No, not necessarily. After all, he is not young."

"But there will definitely be many powerful knights participating, plus you, Morgan, and Lord James Lannister."

"This competition will definitely be unprecedentedly exciting."

Back to the Tournament again, Sandor the Hound was still in the same interest.

"Then you must be involved, right?"

Morgan put the smoked fish on the fork into his mouth, chewed it, 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, Sandor the Hound's voice immediately became deep and cold.

Gregor Clegane: Sir, nicknamed "The Magic Mountain", is the lord of "Clegane House", loyal to the Lannister House, known for his tall size and unparalleled ferocity.

The Magic Mountain is also the brother of Sandor Clegane, the "Hound" in front of him.

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

He knew that the terrifying scar on the half face of the "Hound" in front of him was bestowed by his brother "Magic Mountain".

This is also the reason for the deep hatred between the two brothers.

The night is getting darker.

When Sandor Clegane the hound came out of the Morgan tent drunk.

Morgan looked at the back of "The Hound", and all he thought of in his mind were the competition system and bonuses that the opponent had mentioned earlier.

"Let's joust at once."

"Group Tournament."

"Archery Tournament."

The first place in the three competition systems will add up to an extremely generous reward of at least tens of thousands of gold dragon coins.

Looking at the back of the hound Sandor disappearing away.

Morgan's eyes were deep: "I don't know if anyone can win the first place in these three competitions at the Westeros Contest."

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