Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 156. 155. The Magic Mountain
Lord Stark seemed to be confused in King's Landing for too long, so suddenly someone who could explain the situation to him made a suggestion, and he was very able to listen to it.

He didn't take Jory to find Tob Mott's smithy in Steel Street, and he didn't send Jory to talk to Hugh.

Guard Captain Jory Cassel had a drink with Lane at dinner.

"Although if the adults ask me, I will definitely go. But I will be happy to save two trips in this extremely hot place."

That's what the captain of the guard said.

Whether it is for the northerners or the direwolves, King's Landing is a place with a higher temperature.

And Ed Stark, who handled the kingdom's official affairs at the imperial meeting, also clearly felt the difference between today and the past.

Government affairs, which are difficult to carry out on weekdays, are inexplicably at home at today's conference table.

If it was before he came into contact with Lan En, he probably thought that 'this kingdom is going well after all'.

But now he understands that the smooth handling of affairs is because he didn't follow the information to find Xiufu, he didn't go to the blacksmith shop, and he didn't do anything other than the prime minister's job.

His 'quietness' seemed to lead some to think he'd settled down and gave him a 'reward' at the conference table.

Did they think they were training dogs? !

Although the affairs were handled extremely smoothly, the anger in Ai De's heart was stronger than when he participated in any imperial meeting since he took office!

This meeting ended quickly, and Edban's serious face made it hard to see that he was different from the previous days.

And Petyr Baelish came up when the crowd had dispersed, with a gentle and refined smile on his face.

"My lord, you didn't seem to catch those two clues yesterday."

While maintaining a smile on his face, Baelish's eyes flicked around, as if observing his surroundings while talking was already an instinct for a person like him.

Ed was genuinely annoyed, but he did exactly what Lane said.

"Busy, Lord Baelish. The death of Lord Jon Arryn is a private matter to me. I can't let go of my official duties as Prime Minister for private matters, can I?"

"You really understand righteousness." Baelish's smile seemed flawless to Ed. "I just hope that you can take the time as soon as possible, otherwise the information you have obtained may be wiped out by someone. Farewell."

As Baelish left, the polite smile on Ed's face also disappeared.

In the past, the upright Lord Stark probably wouldn't have noticed the mentality and thoughts of people like Baelish, but now...
What Lan En said was right. He was in a hurry.
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Tournament is a carnival for commoners who lack entertainment.

By the time the session started, the Prime Minister had already led his family members to a high platform at the venue.

This high platform is specially prepared for dignitaries.

The king is at the top, then the princes, prime ministers, and your lords from the council
Their position can easily see the entire track of the knight competition.

The most eye-catching part of the martial arts tournament was the first knight competition, and the most exciting part was the last group melee.

In the Knights Tournament venue, a wooden fence dividing line is set up vertically on a straight and spacious runway.

The two knights on the field will line up on both sides of the wooden fence and start charging with spears.

The cavalry spear used for the charge was a special competition spear. When the brittle spear hit the armor of the knights, the wooden pole would explode without waiting for the impact force of the horse to pierce the armor.

At most, two of the knight's ribs would be broken, which would not hurt his life.

Of course, since it's a match, there will be accidents, and it's normal to accidentally stab some weak point in the armor and kill him.And this time.It is also mostly when the people cheer and stimulate.

"Lan, help me keep an eye on Nymeria!"

Alia ran up to the high platform excitedly, turned around and waved to Lan En.

Although Sansa was very ladylike and didn't shout, she also nodded to Lan En with a blushing face, and entrusted her "lady" to Lan En under the high platform.

The witcher simply ignored the overly lively little girl and smiled at Sansa.

Sansa blushed and ran away, while Aliya was dragged away angrily.

Lan En looked down at the two 'plush toys' beside him.

Nymeria is as anthropomorphic as its owner, and there are so many people in the tournament, making it jump around excitedly.

The lady has been squatting obediently on the spot.

With a "bang", Lan En knocked on Nymeria's big wolf head door with his fingers.

The bouncing direwolf immediately yelled "Wooooooow" like Erha, but behaved much more honestly.

The knights on the field rode their horses and galloped, and the winner was determined in an instant.

Even a person like Lan En who is not proficient in immediate combat can clearly feel the skill and effort contained in this interlaced moment.

A qualified horse must be proficient in at least four steps.

Ordinary running, rapid marching, charging, and quick turning, and in the moment of spear confrontation, an excellent horse must adjust its footsteps to the state with the strongest impact and the most stable center of gravity.

Such a horse is a qualified war horse.

A qualified horse requires a qualified knight to control it.

It is up to the knight to judge the distance and speed, to judge the physical state of the horse, and to judge the terrain.At the same time, the knight must also consider the angle of his shield, the accuracy of his spear, and his endurance.
These subtle considerations are gathered in one place, and then at the moment of confrontation, the difference between the two sides is reflected by the victory or defeat.

Who is more in-depth in the field of technology, who is more effective in daily training, just see who falls off the horse.

Most of these knights could not stand in front of Lan En for five seconds in the field of foot combat.

But once the battlefield is brought to horseback, Lan En can only guarantee that his riding skills will make the horses run no slower than them.

It is too difficult to hedge to win.

A good knight can grasp the ups and downs of the horses on both sides, and then use his bad horse to kill the good horse on the opposite side in the hedge!
Of course, from the perspective of laymen watching the battle, it is enough to be lively enough.

After a few rounds of jousting, a knight Lane knew was on horseback.That's Hugh.

He reined his horse in front of the high platform where the king was, and waited to salute the king with his opponent.

Then came his opponent.

It was a figure like a black iron tower!

According to Lan En's visual inspection, this person is at least [-] meters tall!The shoulders are broad and thick, and the arms are as thick as small tree trunks.

Ordinary people might not even be able to move that black armor.Beneath the armor, he also wore mail and cooked leather.Wearing a huge flat-topped helmet, leaving only breathing holes for the nose and mouth, and a narrow hole for observation next to the eyes, the decoration on the top of the helmet is a stone fist pointing directly at the sky.

[Magic Mountain], Gregor Clegane.

Sandor Clegane's brother, rumored to be the strongest man in Westeros, the bulldog of the Lannister family.

Judging from Lan En's experience of fighting against Sandor, this guy's single strength attribute is probably already equal to his own.

Of course, the people present knew his power better than Lan En, an 'outsider'.

At least as an opponent, our Sir Hugh has turned pale.

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