Game of Thrones: King of Harrenhal, starting with a blue hand stat panel

Conquest year 287, Dragonstone Castle, courtyard.

King Robert Baratheon became serious.

He looked at Arthur Hoan, who had signed up for the competition: "Twelve years old, good lad, this is a madman too."

Robert is far superior to a king as a warrior.

He has always admired warriors.

This martial arts tournament for servants was not a formal martial arts tournament.

However, Dragonstone is home to many outstanding young people from the seven kingdoms, and can be considered the future of the knightly world.

"Is he a madman or a genius?"

Prime Minister Jon Arryn looked at the twelve-year-old boy who had joined the competition with a complex expression.

Jon is now old, frail, and decaying.

But he was an outstanding Rift Rider in his youth, and his eyesight is still sharp.

Younger boys participated in the war.

Most of them are laughing stock, but a few are genuine geniuses.

For example, the cruel Maegor, Damon Blackfyre, the dragon rider Aemon, and the fearless Barristan.

If he really is a genius, then his brother-in-law Edmure Tully only makes him seem even more useless.

"Fight for Storm's End!"

"Fight for Highgarden!"

"Fight for the Eyrie!"

"Long live King Robert!"

The noblewomen watching the game, not wanting to miss out on the excitement, enthusiastically cheered for the young people.

Hormones were surging; they were eager to see the wildest fight scenes.

The formal knights and older squires automatically stepped aside to make room for the younger contestants.

Attendants were generally eighteen years of age or older when they were knighted.

Some people spend their entire lives as servants because they are poor or dislike fighting.

Some exceptionally talented squires could become knights as early as twelve to eighteen years old.

For example, Damon Blackfyre became a knight at the age of twelve, which is also a historical record of the Seven Kingdoms.

While it's rare for a twelve-year-old boy to participate in a martial arts competition, it's not unheard of.

Robert was accompanied by Sir Barristan.

Sir Barristan earned the nickname "The Fearless" after anonymously participating in a tournament to challenge Prince Duncan, whom he called "Short," when he was ten years old.

"Veras, you don't need to rush to participate. Let's see how this kid from the River House, who's the same age as you, performs," ​​Duke Mace Tyrell whispered to his heir, Velas Tyrell.

Mays also wanted to make his son proud, but the tournament was too abrupt, and he was still considering that Velas was too young.

"I understand." Velas, who was not yet limping, nodded and then looked at the upcoming match.

Garan Tyrell, with his slightly chubby cheeks, was also watching the battle intently.

"We need a reward." The young Duke Renly now looked very wealthy.

After acquiring Stormland, he rose to become a major figure.

"The Duke of Renly is right," the Duke of Mace exclaimed.

"How about a hundred gold dragons then?" Jon Arryn laughed.

"One hundred gold dragons is too few, we need at least two hundred." Robert Baratheon waved his hand.

"Alright, then the champion will receive 200 gold dragons, the runner-up 100 gold dragons, and the third and fourth place winners 50 gold dragons each."

Even the delighted Prime Minister Jon couldn't dampen the King's spirits.

Generosity helps win the favor of knights and lords, so he has no need to stop it.

The problem was that Robert spent money too recklessly.

King Robert stood up: "Boys, you've all heard it. I'll reward the champion with two hundred gold dragons, the second with one hundred, and the third and fourth with fifty each. There are also rewards for the other adults. In addition, I'll give the champion a prize: the freedom to choose any weapon from my royal arsenal."

"I'll follow."

"I'll follow."

"I'll follow too."

The great lords such as Renly, Mace Tyrell, Jon Arryn, Edmure Tully, Yorn Royce, Matus Rowan, Paxter Redwyn, and Florence prepared equally generous gold dragon prizes for the winners.

Meanwhile, the nobles and ladies, such as Tully, Sven, Tass, and Blackwood, prepared smaller prizes for the winners.

"Long live King Robert!"

"Long live King Robert!"

The words of the king and other dignitaries ignited the passion of the contestants.

This is not only about gaining fame and recognition, but also about the real thrill of the Golden Dragon.

The ransom for a famous knight was only three hundred gold dragons.

The money contributed by these noble ladies and noblewomen combined was also a substantial sum.

In addition to the winner's prize.

Many people have also started gambling, betting on the winner of this war.

"I'm betting on Red Roland to make it to the semifinals."

"I'm pressing Roland Storm."

People also poured their enthusiasm into gambling.

Many lords and knights are skilled in this art, and occasionally there are a very few knights who fix matches for profit.

However, today we have the King, the Prime Minister, and the Duke present, and the performance is all by young attendants.

Space is limited.

Today's match is the most basic and purest form of foot sword and shield duel.

Unsurprisingly, Arthur is definitely the most likely black swan option.

The Hejian area belongs to the Wude Depression and is currently unwanted.

Arthur is the youngest player in the Riverlands, and his odds are astronomical.

"Fifty golden dragons, I bet my son will be among the top four," Earl Jon Royce said with a smile.

The Royce family is the second most powerful family in the Vale, and Yorn himself is a renowned knight.

"Fifty golden dragons, crushing me to become the champion."

Arthur Hoan's words immediately caused a huge uproar.

Fifty gold dragons is no small sum; he's truly a crazy boy.

This was a gamble that brought him instant fame, and all the nobles and ladies began to cheer and scream.

That was a crazy match.

This boy seems desperate to make something of himself.

"Who does he think he is? Does he think he's the 'Long Thorn' Leo from back then, or Damon Blackfire? A ignorant and arrogant man from the Three Rivers." Duke Mays said with displeasure.

"It's not that simple," Velas said in a low voice. "There's iron in his eyes, and that confidence isn't feigned."

Today's guests are a bunch of lunatics, some trying to seduce the king, others are boys who haven't even grown their hair yet.

A tipsy Robert Baratheon put down his glass, wiped the wine off, and burst into laughter.

"Good lad!" Robert roared, looking at Arthur who was pressing down on him with all his might. "For such a cocky young man, my reward will be doubled."

This young man is indeed fierce.

He didn't look like the cunning Walter at all; he seemed like a naive and foolish knight.

Robert was delighted; that meant more money. He considered money dirt to be a complete idiot.

All the contestants took the stage one after another.

Brass trumpets sounded, and as the master of ceremonies blew the horns, King Robert himself acted as the chief judge.

"River Bend contestant!"

In the Reach, the first two are Imre Floren and Ellen Floren, both brothers-in-law of the Duke of Stannis.

Besides them, there are also Parmen Clyne, Eamon Coy, Hale Hunter, and others.

"The River Valley contestant!"

Riverlands, Edmure Tully, Mark Piper, Carel Vance, Arthur River, Lucas Root, Veri Ward, etc.

"Stormland player!"

Stormy Land, Justin Marseille, Richard Hope, these are Robert's squires.

Then there were Donald Swin, Roland Clinton, Haywood Fair, Bryce Cullen and his illegitimate brother Roland Storm, Lister Morrigan, and others.

"Valleyland contestant!"

Valley, Marvin Belmore, Anda Royce, Jasper Redford, Morton Weywood, Simon Templeton, Knight of Nine Stars, and others.

"Royalty, Dragonstone!"

This time, it was Earl Valerian Jr., a member of a branch of the Lake family, with only a few members, big and small.

The contestants' servants came forward to help them put on their armor.

The servants of attendants also represent the wealth of the nobility.

Arthur changed into his padded armor and took the shield and blunt sword marked with the bat insignia of the River An family.

Right here, he will bring his talent to Dragonstone.

"First match, begin choosing your opponent!" The brass horn blared, and the contestants began to freely select their opponents.

Donal Sven of Stonehelm in Stormlands was the first to approach Arthur, pointing his blunt sword at Arthur's shield.

He needs to win one game first.