Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 142 141. You are so scary

After a brief silence, a buzzing discussion broke out in the entire king's tent.

"Going to trial by combat for a wolf?"

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

There was disbelief, or a tone of sarcasm and ridicule.

Although the Earl of the North is an ancient, top-notch noble, there are so many people here, who knows who said what.

"Aliya!"

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

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

After all, Ed knows the current situation better than Aria.

The Stark family has already taken advantage in the eyes of everyone.

If there is a trial by combat and someone from the Stark family becomes a duelist, it means that they are pushing their limits.

And if foreign aid is invited, who will participate in a trial by combat over a beast?

Let’s not talk about whether it’s reasonable or not. This matter will affect your reputation!

For knights and nobles, reputation is more important than life.

But just when Eddard was about to apologize to Robert and drag his daughter away, a big hand wearing a studded leather glove grasped his wrist.

Subconsciously twitching his hand, Ed was surprised to find that he couldn't do it?

He himself is a famous knight in the Seven Kingdoms, and he also made a name for himself by leading the way on the battlefield to seize the country.

Holding his wrist so that he couldn't even move his hand, this strength was at least one level greater than his!

Ed looked up in surprise, and happened to see Lan En's handsome face under the silver hair, talking and laughing easily.

"Sir, according to the agreement between me and your lady, you can now start collecting strange animal and plant materials."

After saying that, regardless of Ed's confused expression, Lan En walked past Aria in front of him.

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 then walked up to King Robert.

Robert had grown fat from decades of peace and debauchery, and was having trouble buttoning his buttons.

But Lan En could still vaguely see the strong muscle outlines of this sturdy fat man from his youth, as well as his resolute face.

This man looked more like a warrior than a king.

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

According to the rules given to him by Arya, he said in a deep voice: "I am Lan En, a nobody, and I would like to be the agent for this trial by combat initiated by Miss Arya Stark."

The noisy voice was suppressed by Lan En's sonorous voice.

After so many memories of the Emperor's Children, he knew how to look solemn and solemn when taking oaths and delivering speeches.

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

He had a serious expression and a thunderous voice, as if he was solving problems for a noble lady with an incomparable sense of justice and responsibility.

No one can despise this determination anymore.

Of course Robert couldn't either.

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

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

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

Because that would be seen as cowardice, guilt, and dishonor.

The Queen and Prince Joffrey seemed to be satisfied with this unexpected situation.

Joffrey didn't even wait to ask the queen for her opinion before he shouted excitedly.

"Hound! What a good dog! Come on and win honor and justice for me!"

When the words are spoken, in ancient tradition, it is equivalent to a trial by combat that has been recognized by both parties.

No one can violate tradition.

The commotion in the room gradually dispersed into a passage, and the hound knight Lan En fought against, Sandor Clegane.

Wearing his dark armor and holding his helmet under his arm, he walked towards Lan En.

They stood together in front of Robert.

"Okay, okay, this fucking disgusting night finally has some manly fun! This is much more exciting than going to a camp prostitute! Haha!"

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

The passion of the trial by combat seemed to give Robert a shot of stimulant.

His round body almost jumped up with joy, and he took the Hound Knight and Lan En to the open space outside the tent.

"Young man with no name, you have to be careful. This good dog of the Lannister family is not that 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 Lan En extremely familiarly, not caring at all that the 'good dog' was walking beside him during the conversation.

The Hound Knight on one side had a face as dark as his armor, but because he had the same expression from beginning to end, no one thought he would have any mood swings.

The king wanted an open space, so there was immediately an open space surrounded by torches in the camp.

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

Everyone looked at Lan En with an expression of pity and interest.

Just like what the Hound Knight said before, reputation is too important to the knight, it is simply a footnote to strength.

In the eyes of most people, that is to say, in the eyes of everyone except Arya and Sandor, the nameless Lann is just a corpse about to lie down.

Everyone knows that the Clegane family under the Lannister family has two ‘fierce dogs’.

Both Clegane are cruel and loyal, tall and powerful.

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

As for the young man with a nice face opposite him, his best ending should be to have one of his arms or legs chopped off, and then be raised by a lonely nobleman at home, right?

Faced with these gazes, Lan En behaved very calmly.

Not even the arc of his smile changed at all.

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

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

"I didn't ask you about my strength or whether you were willing. I just arranged a plan for you to fight with me."

"It's useless to tell them how dangerous you are. A layman like them won't believe it. Even the knights who haven't fought with you won't believe it."

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

When the conversation changed, Sandor drew his sword and asked Lan En.

"You are carrying two swords on your back. What do you mean? Could it be that you also have two swords in your pants?"

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

"Really, what a shame," Sandor said coldly.

"I was going to cut off one and stuff it into your mouth, leaving one for you to use."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk" Faced with the ridicule, Lan En smacked his lips and pulled out the Bear School steel sword from behind.

"You guys here are so scary to talk to."

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