Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 191: Ringol's Crusade (Thirteen) The Tournament at Harrenhal

Ringol and his party arrived at Harrenhal exhausted.

When he was still a long way away from the castle, Lingol saw this huge castle with five tall towers reaching into the sky like five fingers.

But as soon as Lingol saw the castle, he felt a little uncomfortable. He felt his blood agitated, and he didn't know why.

Feeling that Ringol was not in good condition, Regen and Elarion looked at each other. Elarion nodded, tapped his legs lightly to slow down the horse, and stood between Ringol and the three wandering knights. Regen came forward and whispered.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Lingol shook his head vigorously, expelling the things that had just entered his mind. "Let's move on."

Lei Geng nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Lingol couldn't help but recall what he had just seen.

Everything is burning.

Ringo seemed to have seen five burning fingers and a swollen person wailing.

But all that happened in a flash. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, everything returned to normal. Even the abnormal blood turbulence just now seemed like an illusion.

At this time, in the distant Dragon Nest City.

Longzel sat beside Wormisol, panting, and let his companion's saliva lick his head. He leaned against the dragon's head and felt the changes in his son's blood.

"It seems that brat has arrived at Harrenhal."

Vermithor growled.

"Alright, alright, that's my son." Longzel smiled bitterly and patted the head of Vermithor that could swallow an elephant. "I won't let anything happen to him. It's just a political game of Harrenhal Viserys. There's no harm in letting the kid see it."

Longzel suddenly laughed. Valar, who jumped off Silver Wing's back with his bare chest, looked at his brother strangely: "Brother, what are you laughing at?" He stayed on Silver Wing for a while, turned around and asked.

"I guess that kid will soon learn his lesson." Longzel smiled and said, "I hope he likes the love from his father."

Valar couldn't help but shiver, prayed for his nephew in his heart, and continued to serve Silver Wing.

Return to Harrenhal.

Gold is the passport to success.

With sufficient financial support, Kermit quickly built a large tournament venue in front of Harrenhal, and more and more knights came to the venue after hearing the news.

Ringol looked carefully at the flags fluttering in the wind and the emblems on the shields of the knights coming and going.

Those who came were mainly nobles and knights from the riverlands and the crown.

Ringo said in his heart.

"Your Highness, what should we do?" Regen went to Ringol, who was observing the camp's flags on the high ground. "Should we participate in the competition?"

Lingol glanced at the knights who had already set up their tents, and his hands were indeed itching.

I am a knight, Ringol told himself. No knight can resist the charm of a tournament.

Moreover, participating in a martial arts competition is also part of the training.

Ringol made up his mind and said, "Yes, but you tell Elarion that we are not pursuing the championship." Ringol said that he also noticed something wrong when he was counting the fluttering flags.

Many of the people who came were knights from the royal domain, and few of them were from noble families. However, the owners of several banners that Ringol could recognize had met each other in the Red Castle. Especially one of the banners.

A large bat on a gold and silver diagonal.

"Lucas Rostam?" Ringol was familiar with this emblem. Its owner, Lucas Rostam, was Aegon's master of the Red Castle. He was once a member of the Golden Cloaks of King's Landing. Because of his loyal service, he was favored by Prince Daemon and promoted to the master of the Red Castle. When Longzel was in charge of King's Landing, he retained his position.

It's just that his title of coach of the Red Keep is somewhat unworthy of his reputation. After all, when Aegon and Viserys returned to King's Landing, they had already completed their martial arts education and no longer needed the guidance of the coach of the Red Keep.

Although Lingol was naive about some things, he was still very perceptive on this kind of issue.

Bats flew to the Riverlands? Without the dragon's permission, the bats in the Red Keep would never covet this castle, the first in the Seven Kingdoms.

Lingol had some guesses in his mind.

"Sir Regen, I just heard Hago say that you are planning to participate in the competition?" The "handsome man" Albin suddenly walked around Alarion and came over. The young man said shyly: "Sir, can you help me sign up? Or can you guarantee that I am a real knight?"

Ringol looked at Albin with some confusion, then smiled with relief.

He understood Albin's situation.

This young man who claimed to be a knight was different from Kane and James. The latter two proved their identities in the war, while Albin lived in a peaceful era. Maybe some people knew the knight who appointed him that he always talked about, but no one would know a young boy like him.

The requirement for participating in the tournament is that one must be a knight.

Although Ringol was also young, his warhorse and equipment were enough to prove his wealth and ability, and his shield. The hunter on his shield would make people think directly of the Tully family.

People will not question his identity, but will doubt their own identity.

So Albin needed a guarantor.

"Okay." Lingol agreed. Not for any other reason, but simply because Albin was his companion now, and as the leader of this team, he had an obligation to provide some support to Albin.

Acting as his guarantor was one of them.

The registration went smoothly.

The guy in charge of registration for the martial arts competition signed them up as soon as he saw the rapier on Ringol's waist without even looking at the shield pattern.

"You two are also knights?" Albin looked at Regen and Elarion, who were smiling but not saying anything, with a look of shock, as if he had been deceived.

By the seven gods, he had always thought that these two were Ringol's servants.

"Does it matter?" Lei Geng smiled and made a face: "Anyway, we have successfully registered, and you have also successfully registered."

"Don't worry, if you lose your equipment, I will help you win it back." Alarion also said with a smile. After getting acquainted with Albin, Alarion could feel that he was indeed a very simple young man.

He is totally different from those two old soldiers.

But Albin quickly accepted it all.

After all, he was the one who was beaten up by Ellarion.

It is much better to be beaten up by a young and somewhat over-the-top knight than by a squire.

This is how Albin comforted himself.

The group pitched their tents near the campsite.

Just as night was falling and we were preparing to rest.

Ringol suddenly looked up at the sky.

The dragon is coming.

(End of this chapter)