Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 142: 141 You are so scary

Chapter 142: 141 You are so scary

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!

Disbelief, or a sarcastic and mocking tone permeated the air.

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

Aliya!

At this time, Eddard 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, you."

Ed is, after all, more aware of the current situation than Aaliyah.

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 is a duelist, it shows that they are pushing their limits.

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

Lets not talk about whether it is 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 was a famous knight in the Seven Kingdoms, and he also had a reputation as a pioneer on the battlefield to capture the country.

Hold his wrist so that he couldn't even move his hand. This strength is 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 plant and animal 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 that she was going crazy, and then walked up to King Robert.

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

But Lan En could still vaguely see the strong muscular outline of this stout fat man from his youth, as well as his resolute face.

This man looks more like a warrior than a king.

Lan En untied the strap of the scabbard on his back and held the long 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 knows 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 has a serious expression and a thunderous voice, as if he is solving problems for a noble lady with an incomparable sense of justice and responsibility.

No one can despise this determination anymore.

Of course Robert couldnt 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 a trial by combat, one partys 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 shouted excitedly before even asking the queen for her opinion.

Hound! What a good dog! Here you come, 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 all stood before Robert.

Okay, okay, this **** 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 bit of a king's demeanor. 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 Lann very familiarly, not caring at all that the 'good dog' was walking beside him during the conversation.

The Hound Knight's face on one side was as dark as his armor, but because he had this 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.

As the Hound Knight said before, reputation is too important to knights, it is simply a footnote to strength.

In the eyes of most people, it should be said that in the eyes of everyone except Arya and Sandor, the unknown 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 were cruel and loyal, tall and powerful.

Don't care about good or bad reputation, he is a famous knight in the Seven Kingdoms.

As for the young man with a nice face across from him, his best ending should be to have one arm or leg cut off, and then be raised at home by a lonely nobleman, right?

Facing these gazes, Lan En behaved very calmly.

Even the arc of the smile has not changed at all.

Isnt that mother and son troublesome to you, Ser Clegane?

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

I didnt ask you about my strength or whether you were willing, so 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."

Hound Knight calmly put on his helmet to cover his severely burned face.

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, that's a pity," 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.

The people you people talk to are really scary.

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