BXBX NOVEL Chapter 138: Team competition
Piles of bonfires were lit on the banks of the river, and the air was filled with the smell of barbecue and fine wine.
Samwell said goodbye to his "good teacher" Petyr Baelish, and found Margaery and Natalie by the campfire.
Because it was a bonfire dinner, "Gaoting Rose" was dressed more casually tonight. A simple linen dress was covered with a green brocade shawl, and a pair of sandals were on her feet, revealing her crystal-clear and flawless jade feet.
Natalie beside her also changed into a dress with puff sleeves, which looked cute and sweet.
"Our champion knight is here!" Margaret joked with a smile.
"Sam, come quickly! The beef is roasted!" Natalie was holding a huge barbecue, worrying about what to eat.
Samwell went over to greet everyone with a smile, then took the barbecue in Natalie\'s hand, cut it into small pieces for her, spread cream and spices on it, and accepted compliments and jokes from the nobles of the River Bend.
Natalie squatted obediently beside Samwell, waiting to be fed, smiling very sweetly.
The maids wandered among the bonfires, serving barley venison soup and fruit and vegetable salad.
Margaery personally poured red wine for the river bend nobles by the bonfire, and then giggled while watching the performance in the center of the venue.
It was a juggler throwing burning sticks into the air, but he could throw them, but he couldn’t catch them. He was frightened by the fire sticks falling from the sky and ran away in embarrassment, causing the audience to burst into laughter.
Margaret told everyone that the man was the king\'s clown, called "Yuetong".
Yuetong, who failed to play with fire sticks, soon changed into colorful clothes, jumped up and down on stilts, and kept saying some jokes, making jokes about the old men present.
As today\'s "star figure", Samwell was naturally not spared. The clown imitated his horseback riding charge, but plunged into the tent, then got up and yelled, saying that he had won and was the champion .
Of course Samwell would not be angry at this kind of joke, and this clown even dared to joke about the king and queen, so he was obviously quite favored.
At this time, the maid brought garlic boiled snails. Natalie had never eaten this kind of thing, and looked at it curiously and in fear.
In the end, it was Margery who taught her how to dig out the meat from the snail shell and encouraged her to take the first bite.
Then the little girl was overwhelmed by this delicacy, and enthusiastically started to do it herself, but when she dug out a piece of snail meat, she brought it to Samwell’s mouth:
"Sam, try it, it\'s delicious!"
Unfortunately, attributes cannot be added. Samwell ate the snail and rubbed the little girl\'s hair to express his thanks.
Afterwards, the maid brought sweet bread, pigeon pie, and lemon cake... Natalie ate until her belly was full, and finally she couldn\'t eat any more.
Just when she was thinking about going for a walk by the river to digest food, a loud voice suddenly sounded on the field:
"shut up!"
Natalie was startled to find that it was King Robert who staggered and stood up flushed.
He was holding a goblet in one hand, and he was so drunk that he swayed and said:
"Woman! Stop worrying about me sitting here and doing that! I am the king! I can do whatever I want! I will fight tomorrow!"
Queen Cersei\'s face was pale, as if wearing a mask carved from white snow: "As a king, you actually want to compete with a bunch of lowly mercenaries, it\'s really shameful!"
"Shame?" Robert slammed his wine glass on the table with a loud bang, "How do you think I got the throne? Is my warhammer only for nobles? Servants, mercenaries, pariahs, Farmer, whoever blocks my way, I will smash his head!"
"You have disgraced the royal family!" Queen Cersei said coldly, then pulled up her skirt and left in a hurry.
The king was still yelling from behind, "Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister reached out and pressed the king\'s shoulder, trying to dissuade him.
Robert jerked his shoulders, knocking James to the ground.
"Hahaha!" Robert laughed wildly, "Did you see that! What kind of nonsense white knight, I have plenty of ways to make the dog eat shit!"
The king pounded his chest loudly: "As long as I have a hammer in my hand, no one can stop me!"
"Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish hastily stepped forward and handed the wine glass to the king: "Your Majesty, drink, drink."
Duke Renly and others also stepped forward to persuade, and finally pushed the furious king back to his seat.
Samwell saw all this in his eyes, and then realized that King Robert actually wanted to participate in tomorrow\'s group hand-to-hand combat.
In this competition, many fighters participated in the melee in their personal identities to seek the final victory alone, which is simply the Game of Thrones version of the chicken game.
And unlike the special wooden weapons used in pike competitions, real swords and guns are used in group competitions, so the scenes will be very bloody. Severing hands and feet is commonplace, and even death on the spot is not uncommon.
Few aristocrats are willing to participate in this dangerous project. Generally, they are relatively low-status people such as mercenaries, servants, and civilian swordsmen, just to show off in front of the nobles of the kingdom and win appreciation.
Therefore, it is indeed inappropriate for the king to want to participate in this project.
Only a weirdo like Robert would come up with such an idea.
After this farce, the atmosphere of the banquet became more dignified.
After the queen left, the rest of the royal family also left.
Princess Myrcella also ran to Samwell, she was cute and cute in a pink princess dress with a laurel wreath on her head:
"Baron Caesar, thank you again for choosing me to be the \'Queen of Love and Beauty\' today! I\'m going back to rest, good night, my champion knight."
"Good night, Your Royal Highness."
Samwell got up to return the salute, and then returned to the Red Castle with Margaery and Natalie.
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The next morning.
The dense morning fog hadn\'t cleared yet, and the competition field was crowded with people who came to watch.
Outside a gorgeous camp near the Blackwater River, there is a huge warhammer and an iron shield. The shield is decorated with the crowned stag of the Baratheon family.
In the tent, King Robert is drinking wine while putting on his armor with the help of his squire Lancel Lannister.
"Your Majesty, this armor...is too small to fit..." Lancel was so busy that he was sweating profusely.
"Damn fools! None of you Lannisters are useful!" Robert cursed. "I shouldn\'t have listened to Cersei and took you as a squire, not even helping people put on armor! You What kind of servant is that!"
Lancel looked at the huge protruding belly of the king, but he didn\'t dare to speak back. He was so wronged that tears almost fell down.
Robert was so angry that he threw his glass on the ground and shouted:
"Damn it, get the pincers that open the breastplate! Stupid!"
Lancel ran out of the tent in a hurry, just in time to meet Queen Cersei head-on.
"Cousin, Your Majesty..."
"He still wants to participate in the group competition?"
"Yes."
Cersei\'s face sank, and she strode into the tent, and then there was a heated argument.
The sound was so loud that almost half of the people in the camp heard it.
When Samwell brought the two little beauties to the auditorium, he also heard the quarrel between the enemy couple.
"Your Majesty won\'t really want to participate in a group competition, will he?" Margaret laughed, "That would be too nonsense."
"Someone should be able to persuade him..." Samwell frowned.
With the beating of drums, the group competition officially kicked off.
There were nearly fifty contestants, all servants, mercenaries, commoners who wanted to seek fame, and of course, our good king, Robert Baratheon.
"Come on! Boys, let me see your skills!"
Robert stood on the arena, laughing in a contemptuous tone.
The king was wearing an exquisite plate armor, but the protruding belly propped up the breastplate, which made him even more majestic. He held a terrifyingly huge hammer in both hands, and the huge antler helmet on his head The sun was shining brightly, and even though he hadn\'t fought for many years, the once invincible **** of war still had an unrivaled aura.
The contestants around looked at each other, but no one dared to attack the noble king first.
Robert got impatient waiting, so he swung his warhammer and rushed towards Thoros from Myr.
The red robe monk shaved his head and held a flaming flaming sword. Apart from the king, he was the most eye-catching person on the field.
That\'s why he was targeted by Robert.
The king obviously couldn\'t understand that someone was even more arrogant than himself, so he rushed forward with a warhammer, laughing wildly:
"Come on! Soros, let\'s make gestures!"
However, Soros looked at Robert who was charging aggressively. He didn\'t know whether he was afraid of the opponent\'s strength or the identity of the opponent.
Others saw that the king had an opponent, so they also started to fight.
For a while they formed a small team to join forces to fight against the enemy, and for a while they fought among themselves and killed each other. They tried every means to drive others off the field so that they could stand in the end smoothly.
The scene quickly became chaotic and bloody. People kept having their fingers cut off, their bones broken, and they vomited blood... Fortunately, as long as they open their mouths to surrender, they can quit the game, so no one has been killed yet.
"Damn it! Soros, you bastard!"
Seeing that Soros had been afraid to fight him, Robert cursed angrily for a while, and finally swung his warhammer and charged into the most chaotic battle circle.
I have to say that this king is really powerful. Even though his body has become fat due to his indulging in alcohol and **** all these years, he is still extremely fierce. As soon as he made a move, he smashed the shield of an unlucky mercenary.
Robert laughed a few times, swung his warhammer again and rushed into the crowd.
At this time, everyone was already jealous, and they didn\'t care about Robert\'s honorable status. They started to fight back one after another. Some people even saw the king\'s threat and started to join forces tacitly.
Robert was not afraid, but even more excited, swinging his warhammer so fiercely that no one dared to approach him.
But at this moment, Robert\'s breastplate burst open.
(end of this chapter)