Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 142 141. You Are Scary

After a brief silence, there was a "buzzing" discussion in the king's tent.

"A trial by combat for a wolf?"

"How is she going to fight? Are you going to stab someone with that little toothpick, haha!"

I can't believe it, or the tone of ridicule and ridicule is permeating.

Although the Earl of the Northern Territory is an ancient top-level nobleman, there are so many people here, who knows who said what.

"Alia!"

At this time, Eddard Stark also squeezed his way out of the crowd, ran behind Arya, and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Alia, I know you are very sad for Nymeria, but this is the best result, you."

After all, Ed is more aware of the current situation than Aliya.

In the eyes of everyone, the Stark family has already taken advantage of it.

If there was a trial by combat, and the Starks had a duelist, it would mean they were pushing the envelope.

And if foreign aid is invited, who will participate in a trial by combat for a beast?
Let's not talk about whether it is reasonable or not, it will affect the reputation!
For knights and nobles, reputation is more important than life.

But just as Ed was about to apologize to Robert and drag his daughter away, a large hand in a studded leather glove grabbed his wrist.

With a subconscious twitch of his hand, Ed was surprised to find that he couldn't twitch?
He himself is a well-known knight in the Seven Kingdoms, and he also took the lead in the battle to seize the country.

Holding the wrist so that he can't even twitch, this strength is at least one level stronger than him!
Ed raised his head in astonishment, just in time to see Lan En's handsome face with a relaxed smile under his silver hair.

"My lord, according to my agreement with your lady, you can start collecting exotic animal and plant materials now."

After finishing speaking, Lan En walked past Alia in front of him regardless of Ed's confused expression.

By the way, he squinted his eyes and tapped the little girl's forehead twice with his fingers to warn her of her madness, and walked in front of King Robert.

Robert had grown so fat from decades of peaceful and profligate life that he couldn't even button up his buttons.

But Lan En could still vaguely see the strong and muscular outline left by this strong fat man in his youth, as well as his resolute face.

The man looked more like a warrior than a king.

Lan En untied the strap of the scabbard on his back, and leaned the long sword in front of him.

According to the rules Arya handed over to him, he said in a deep voice, "I'm Lann, I'm an unknown person, and I'm willing to be the attorney for this contest trial initiated by Miss Arya Stark."

The uproarious voice was suppressed by Lan En's cadenced and resonant voice.

After so many memory fragments of the Emperor's Children, he knows how to appear solemn and solemn when taking oaths and speeches.

At this time, a warrior with molten silver hair and a delicate and handsome face stood in the middle of the room.

He has a serious expression and a thunderous voice, as if he has come to solve problems for a noble lady with an incomparable sense of justice and responsibility.

No one can take this decision lightly any longer.

Neither could Robert.

So the king, who had been impatient from the beginning, straightened his face, and shouted loudly in the direction of the queen and the prince.

"In a trial by combat, one party's agent is ready and the legal principles are established. Will the other party accept it? If not."

The second half of the sentence is actually nonsense. It has been a long time in this world that a trial by combat has been rejected.

Because that would be seen as timid, guilty and dishonorable.

Both the queen and Prince Joffrey seemed to be satisfied with the sudden situation.

Before Joffrey even asked the queen's opinion, he shouted excitedly.

"The Hound! Good dog! Come and do me honor and justice!"

When the voice fell to the ground, in the ancient tradition, it was equivalent to a trial by combat, which had already been recognized by both parties.

No one can violate the tradition.

The commotion of the crowd in the room gradually dispersed into a passage, the Hound Knight that Lann fought against, Sandor Clegane.

Wearing his black armor, he walked towards Lan En with the helmet under his arm.

They stood together before Robert.

"Okay ok, finally some manly fun in this fucking, disgusting night! It's way more exciting than going to a camp hooker! Haha!"

Robert laughed heartily. He didn't have the airs of a king. Instead, he was full of foul words, bold and explosive.

The passion of the trial by combat seemed to have given Robert a shot in the arm.

His round body almost jumped up happily, leading the Hound Knight and Lan En to the open space outside the tent.

"You have to be careful, boy of no one's name, this good Lannister dog is not usually difficult to deal with. I feel that even when I was young, it would take fifty rounds to smash it with a hammer." his head."

Robert spoke to Lane very familiarly, not paying any attention to the fact that 'good dog' was walking beside him in the middle of the conversation.

The face of the Hound Knight on one side was as black as his armor, but because he had this expression from beginning to end, no one thought he would have mood swings.

The king wanted a clearing, and immediately there was a clearing surrounded by torches in the camp.

Lan En and Sandor stood in the open space. Outside were various nobles and attendants who were watching the excitement, as well as the Stark family, queen, and prince who were involved.

Everyone looked at Lan En with a look of pity and interest.

Just like the hound knight said before, fame is too important to a knight, it is simply a footnote of strength.

In the eyes of most people, it should be said that everyone except Aliya and Sandor is just a corpse about to lie down.

Everyone knows that the Clegane family under the Lannister family has two 'dogs'.

Both Clegane were cruel and loyal, tall and powerful.

Regardless of good or bad reputation, he is a famous knight in the Seven Kingdoms.

As for the handsome young man on the opposite side, his best ending would be to have one hand or one leg cut off, and then be raised at home by some lonely nobleman, right?

Facing these sights, Lan En behaved very calmly.

Not even the curvature of the smile changed a bit.

"That mother and child must be giving you a headache, Ser Clegane?"

Lan En tilted his head in the direction of the queen and the prince, speaking in a relaxed tone.

"I didn't ask you about my strength, nor did I ask if you were willing or not, I just arranged a plan for you to fight against me."

"It's useless to say it, tell them how dangerous you are, they won't believe it, even the knights who haven't fought against you won't believe it."

The Hound Knight calmly put on his helmet, covering his badly burned face.

As soon as the subject changed, Sandor drew out his sword and asked Lan En a question.

"You have two swords on your back, what do you mean? Could it be that you also have two 'swords' growing in your pants?"

"Unfortunately, this strange disease only changed my pupils and hair color, but my body is normal."

"Yes, what a pity," said Sandor coldly.

"I was going to cut one off and put it in your mouth, and leave one for you to use."

"Tsk tsk tsk" Facing the ridicule, Lan En slammed his lips, and also pulled out the Xiong School steel sword from behind.

"The people on your side talk really scary."

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(End of this chapter)