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

Even under the cover of night, the city remains bustling and noisy.

Cities generally do not have curfews unless it is during wartime.

Arthur takes his team of six to enjoy the nightlife.

Not far from the Steel Inn is a beer hall that serves King's Landing's famous pale ale.

The tavern is called Golden Deer Tavern, and apart from its high prices, it has no other drawbacks.

It was known as the Golden Dragon during the Targaryen era.

Now, quite wisely, they've changed their name to reflect the changing winds, and the signboard has been transformed into a majestic black deer.

Upon seeing Arthur and his party, the tavern's pretty waitress became extremely welcoming.

The visitors are distinguished guests, and with seven or eight of them, they are sure to make a lot of money.

"Bring the best wine and signature dishes!" Veri ordered the bartender.

The waitress immediately smiled and said, "We've brought out all of our signature dishes: fried small fish, roasted lamb chops, and oxtail soup."

"This is too expensive, Lord Arthur," Rosso Brun said, feeling very embarrassed. The boss had given him far too much.

"Yes, Master Arthur. A regular tavern will do; this place is too expensive." Craton knew his stuff; this tavern was notoriously pricey.

Good beer is expensive, and if you go to the other side of the narrow sea, the price is the same as that of the golden wine of Qingting Island.

The three of them, following Arthur, had yet to achieve anything.

Arthur's money-driven tactics left several people completely bewildered.

That's how you treat your best friends: first, treat them well with good food and drink.

Arthur turned to look at his three hired knights, "You three need to get rid of your bad habit of eating black bread as your staple food. You can eat your fill with beer and lobster just as well."

"Hahahaha." Veri laughed heartily as well.

The seven of them found a large round table, and the bartender brought out strong pale beer, fries, fried small fish, and grilled lamb chops.

"Bartender, bring me another drink!" a patron with a gruff voice suddenly shouted from the long bar table. "Who's this chattering nonsense, ruining my mood!"

This customer is quite peculiar; he has money to spend here, yet he spends it all alone.

"Sir, why don't we go up and teach him a lesson?" Rosso Brun said in a low voice.

It's perfectly normal for drunkards to fight; as long as no one dies, everything is fine.

These three men had long wanted to impress their new master as a pledge of loyalty.

The Bat sign in He'an can't be considered top-tier luxury, but it's definitely a near-top-tier luxury.

Seeing Arthur's large group, the lone drinker also turned around and looked at Arthur.

"Haven't you seen me before? I'm a stranger." The burly bar patron, wearing a smoky gray armor, spoke with a hoarse voice.

He casually tossed the menacing hound helmet onto the long table.

Long hair covered half of his disfigured face; it was Sandor Clegane, the Hound's brother.

The hound carried two weapons: a longsword hanging from its left hip and a dagger on its right.

"It has to be King's Landing. You can run into the Hounds even just going out for a drink," Arthur couldn't help but sigh.

King's Landing is King's Landing; story NPCs can be randomly refreshed.

"It seems like fate," Sir Lucas murmured.

This was truly a chance encounter, but it also fits the hound's drunken behavior.

The hunting dog was all alone and had no other love.

The Lannisters paid him a lot, so he indulged in eating, drinking, and having fun.

Collect your salary, participate in martial arts tournaments to win money, and then spend it all.

Just like the Prime Minister's martial arts tournament, the Hound won 40,000 gold dragons, which he spent on drinking and getting drunk.

The timing makes sense.

Since "The Mountain" inherited the family business, the Hound ran away and joined House Lions as a squire.

Not long after Joffrey Baratheon's birth, Lord Tywin Lannister transferred the Hound to King's Landing to serve as Joffrey's personal bodyguard.

Just kidding.

Compared to his irresponsible, drunken father Robert, the Hound probably spent more time with Joffrey.

"Shut up!" The hound stood up, its tall and strong frame making it very conspicuous.

The hunting dogs are extremely strong.

He is currently sixteen years old and is about 1.8 meters tall, and he may grow to more than 1.9 meters in the future.

"Do you know who I am?" Arthur Hoan asked.

"I know your name, Bat Rider, Arthur River! You've been making quite a splash lately, the tournament's rising star, and you're handsome too," the Hound grinned.

Tywin was very cunning; he began plotting when Robert was very young.

First, they used gold to pave the way, corrupting the Imperial Guards and palace servants.

Originally, there was a king killer and a Westerner among the White Knights, and some White Knights were defeated by the Golden Dragon.

In addition, Tywin sent Cersei a squad of several dozen Red Robes guards, along with a skilled fighter like "The Hound," as a double insurance.

"I know your name too, Sir Sandor!" Arthur said, looking at the Hound.

"I am no knight, all knights are hypocrites!" the Hound retorted.

The Hound hated knights, just as his brother The Mountain did.

Even a scoundrel like The Mountain has a knighthood.

"Do you want to unleash your bats to bite me?" the Hound said casually, glancing at Arthur's guards.

The tavern waiter was startled.

One was a Lannister squire, and the other was the heir of House River.

If a real fight breaks out, they can't afford to mess with either of them.

"No, not them. It's me. If anyone's going to fight, it'll be the two of us." Arthur looked at the Hound. "Besides, tonight, no fighting, just drinking."

"Ah, the champion of the Dragonstone Squire Tournament has arrived!" The Hound put down his cup and said thoughtfully.

"I wouldn't dare. Actually, if you had gone that day, I probably wouldn't have been able to win the championship," Arthur said calmly.

Arthur meant it sincerely; this generation after the "1970s" refers to those born between 270 and 279.

The only true superstars besides Arthur are the Hound, and when it comes to the Hound, the outcome is unpredictable.

"I'm four or five years older than you, so it wouldn't be honorable for me to win. You've already proven your strength, Young Master Bat. But me? I killed someone when I was twelve," the Hound said sullenly. "Wait a bit, we'll definitely fight eventually. After all, there's a prize for winning the tournament."

"I'll come and ask you for advice when the time comes," Arthur said, looking at the hound.

"Want a drink?" Arthur sat down next to the Hound, looking at the little giant.

Hound is no ordinary person; he's a superhuman with top-tier combat prowess.

"Why not!" The hound grinned, tugging at his ugly, unsightly face.

The two men drank light beer, not discussing any power; they were simply drinking buddies.

"I'll take my leave now, Young Master Bat!" After having a few drinks, the Hound got up and left, returning to the Red Keep.

"We'll drink again next time!" Arthur watched the hound turn and leave.

"Look at that physique and muscles, he's really strong," Sir Lucas commented.

"I'd only ever heard of the Mountain as a fearsome knight, but it seems his brother is just as robust. He's probably the only one you can compare to at your age," Sir Lucas added.

Tywin really struck gold.

Among the burly knights under his command, there are four: the King Killer, the Mountain, the Hound, and the Boar.

"A pitiful man!" Arthur muttered, then continued drinking with his team.

Sad memories, a state of utter confusion.

Arthur had no interest in recruiting hounds; these Lannister house knights would only run away when they were desperate.

The Mountain is antisocial, and the Hound is actually quite reclusive.

"Hound" has always been a loner, a strange loner.

He is known for his strength, but he doesn't have his own team.

Hunting dogs do not marry or have offspring.

The Lannisters' wages are very high; the Hounds could live like normal people.

He simply disliked the so-called chivalric doctrines and aristocratic rules, and he did not like the pursuit of fiefdoms and power.

His greatest hobby is eating and drinking, and just loafing around waiting to die.

In contrast, "The Mountain" is an antisocial killer.

He also commands an equally brutal "Beast Army" force, serving as Tywin Lannister's vanguard in his burning, killing, and looting.

These people in the West saw a lion and a dog, and another unfortunate person who spent his whole life healing from his childhood.