Chapter 156 155. The Magic Mountain
Lord Stark seemed to be confused for too long in King's Landing, so suddenly someone who could explain the situation clearly to him gave him advice, and he listened very well. Go in.
He did not take Jory to find Tob Mott's blacksmith shop on Steel Street, nor did he send Jory to talk to Xiu Fu.
Guard Captain Jory Kelso toasted with Lan at dinner.
"Although if the adults call me, I will definitely go. But I will definitely be happy to save two trips to this extremely hot place."
This is what the guard captain actually said.
Whether it is for northerners or direwolves, King's Landing is a place with higher temperatures.
Ed Stark, who was handling the kingdom's official affairs at the Royal Council, also clearly felt the difference between today and the past.
Government affairs that are usually difficult to carry out are inexplicably at home at today's conference table.
If it was before contacting Lan En, he would probably have thought that ‘this kingdom is going smoothly after all’.
But now he understands that the reason why the affairs are being handled smoothly now is because he did not go to the repairman according to the information, nor did he go to the blacksmith shop, nor did he do anything other than his duties as Prime Minister.
His 'no movement' seemed to make some people think he had settled down, and gave him a 'reward' at the conference table.
Do they think they are training dogs? !
Although the affairs were handled extremely smoothly, the anger in Ed's heart was stronger than when he attended any royal meeting since he took office!
This meeting ended quickly. Ed's serious face made it difficult to tell that he was any different from the previous days.
Petyr Baelish came up to them when everyone was almost gone, with a gentle and elegant smile on his face.
"My lord, you didn't seem to grasp those two clues yesterday."
Maintaining the smile on his face, Baelish's eyes were wandering around, as if he was talking. It is already the instinct of a person like him to observe his surroundings.
Ed was sincerely bored, but he still carried out Lan En's words accurately.
"I'm busy, Lord Baelish. The death of Lord Jon Arryn is a private matter for me. I can't put aside my official duties as Prime Minister for private matters, right?"
"You really understand justice." Baelish's smile seemed flawless to Ed. "I just hope you can take time out as soon as possible, otherwise the information you have obtained may be swept away. Farewell."
As Baelish left, a polite smile appeared on Ed's face. Also disappeared.
If it were in the past, the upright Lord Stark would probably not be aware of the mentality and thoughts of people like Baelish, but now.
Lan is right. He Urgent.
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The tourney was a carnival for the entertainment-starved civilians.
By the time it 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, followed by the prince, the prime minister, and the adults of the royal council
Their positions can easily see the entire knight's competition track.
The most eye-catching thing about the tourney is the first knightly contest, and the most exciting one is the group melee at the end.
In the venue for the knight's competition, a wooden fence dividing line is set vertically on a straight and spacious runway.
The two knights on the field will line up on both sides of the wooden fence and launch a lance charge.
The lance used in the charge is a special competition gun. When the crisp lance hits the knights' heavily armed armor, the wooden pole will explode on its own without waiting for the impact of the horse to penetrate the armor. .
At most, two of the knight's ribs will be broken, but it won't hurt his life.
Of course, since it is a competition, there will be accidents, and it is normal for someone to accidentally poke a weak point in the armor and die. And at this time. This is mostly when people cheer and get excited.
"Lan, please keep an eye on Nymeria for me!"
Aliya ran up to the high platform excitedly, turned around and waved to Lann.
Although Sansa was very ladylike and did not shout, she nodded towards Lan En with a red face and entrusted her 'lady' to Lan En under the high platform. The witcher ignored the overly lively little girl and smiled at Sansa.
Sansa blushed and ran away, while Arya was dragged away angrily.
Lan En lowered his head and looked at the two 'plush toys' beside him.
Nymeria is just as crazy as her owner, and she jumped up and down excitedly with so many people at the tournament.
The lady has been squatting in place obediently.
With a "bang" sound, Lann knocked on the door of Nymeria's huge wolf head.
The bouncing direwolf suddenly started to scream like Erha, but his behavior was much more honest.
The knights on the field are galloping, and the winner is determined in the moment of crossing.
Even someone like Lan En, who is not proficient in immediate combat, can clearly feel the skill and effort contained in this intersecting moment.
A qualified war horse must be proficient in at least four steps.
Ordinary running, rapid marching, charging, rapid turning, and in the moment of lance confrontation, an excellent war 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 war horse requires a qualified knight to control it.
It is up to the knight to judge the distance and speed, the physical condition of the war horse, and 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 converge in one place, and then at the moment of the confrontation, the winner will The negative reflects the gap between the two sides.
Who is more in-depth in the technical field and who is more effective in daily training? You will know who loses.
In the field of foot combat, most of these knights could not stand in front of Lan En for five seconds.
But once the battlefield is brought to the back of a horse, Lan En can only ensure that his riding skills will make the horse run no slower than them.
It is too difficult to win by hedging.
A good knight can grasp the ups and downs of the horses on both sides, and then use his own bad horse to kill the opponent's good horse in the hedging!
Of course, for the outsiders watching these battles, it is just lively enough.
After several rounds of knights' jousting, a knight Lan En knew rode up on horseback. That's Xiu Fu.
He reined up his horse and stood in front of the high platform where the king was, waiting to greet the king with his opponents.
Then his opponent came.
It was a figure like a black iron tower!
Lan En’s visual inspection revealed that this man was at least two and a half meters tall! The shoulders are broad and the arms are as thick as small tree trunks.
Ordinary people probably couldn't even move that black armor. Underneath the armor, he also wore chain mail and cooked leather armor. Wearing a huge helmet with a flat top, leaving only breathing holes for the mouth and nose, and a narrow hole for observation next to the eyes, the top of the helmet is decorated with a stone fist pointing straight at the sky.
[The Mountain], Gregor Clegane.
The elder brother of Sandor Clegane, rumored to be the strongest man in Westeros, and the fierce dog of the Lannister family.
Judging from Lan En’s experience fighting Sandor, this guy’s single strength attribute is probably on par with his own.
Of course everyone present knows his power better than Lan En, a ‘foreigner’.
At least as an opponent, our Sir Hugh has turned pale.
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