Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 4 Martial Arts Tournament
Monday morning, January 298, Aegon Calendar 1.

King's Landing City Tournament Arena.

"Prince Joffrey's 12th Naming Day Tournament" opened warmly.

As a characteristic event in the knight culture of Westeros, the tournament is deeply loved and sought after by the people of the Seven Kingdoms.

Ordinary spectators entertained, knights competed to gain fame, sponsors showed off their strength, and princes and lords made friends, alliances, and marriages with each other.

Today's martial arts competition is even more spectacular and prosperous.More than 100 camps were set up outside the martial arts arena, and many vendors and bards were scattered everywhere, bringing beer, corn, honey and music.

Thousands of people in King's Landing seized their seats early, and twice the number of spectators could only stand on the edge corners with poor vision, and more latecomers were coming.

On the sidelines of the competition, the participating knights lined up at the starting point of the track, all riding tall horses, with bright armor and high fighting spirit.

In front of them is the main track with a length of 300 meters and a width of 50 meters, enough for four jousting jousts at the same time.

A circle of high platforms is built around the track.

A large number of court officials, princes and nobles watched the game, entertained and feasted here.The onlookers can also enjoy the cool air under the high platform and watch it nearby.

Dozens of flags were hung in sequence in front of the high platform.

These banners are brightly colored, as high as several people, and as wide as several people. They are painted with unique and exquisite coats of arms, each highlighting the ancient and prominent families behind the knights.

"Clang~"

There was a crisp gong sound.

The knights immediately pulled the reins and prepared to pass through the entire arena to salute the countless spectators.

The horseshoes were raised and lowered, and the neat long team of knights moved forward slowly.

Wherever it went, the response from the audience was overwhelmingly enthusiastic.

The knights kept looking at the banner with the family crest embroidered on each side.

The stag, the lion, the rose, the twin towers, the purple grape, the seahorse, the hunter, the straw, the red apple...

When every knight passes by his own flag, he will raise his head and chest up intentionally or unconsciously, trying his best to show his pride.

The reason for participating in the martial arts competition is not to desire to win glory for the family.

After the admission ceremony, the official competition started quickly.

"First match of the first jousting, Ser Dickon Tarly, against Ser Hobber Redwyne!"

The cheers immediately resounded through the sky, and the atmosphere in the venue boiled to the extreme.

"Tully will win! 'I am the vanguard!' is the motto of hunters and warriors alike."

"The wines of Arbor Isle are unmatched, long live Redwyne!"

"Don't forget Redwyne's fleet!"

All eyes are on the field.

Not even Prince Joffrey, the titular protagonist of the tourney, could steal the limelight from the knight.

But that was exactly what he wanted.Do things in a low-key manner.

Joffrey looked around.

In the middle of the dais was King Robert, and all the important people were nearby.

Among the sumptuous banquet tables, he saw Queen Cersei, Duke Tywin, "Kingslayer", Prime Minister Arryn, Duke Renly, Duke Stannis...

Only no Tyrion.

I heard from the attendant that the "little devil" drank heavily last night, and he might be drunk all day.

also good.Joffrey thought to himself, if there is not much disturbance in the plot, the effect will be slow but stable.There is no need to change today's plan.

He got up and went to the chancellor.

"Lord Petyr, what happened to my dragon egg? You have to work hard!"

Joffrey sat down across from "Littlefinger" carelessly, and the others at the long table disappeared spontaneously.

"My lord," Petyr said with a decent smile.

"How dare I neglect?"

"But the Narrow Sea will not disappear without a trace. The envoys and ships going to Pentos will not be able to go until the day after tomorrow at the earliest. Please be patient for a while."

Joffrey was noncommittal, staring straight at the ambitious court earl.

Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish, Chancellor of the Exchequer.

The top conspirator among the seven kingdoms of Westeros ranks at the top of his must-kill list, tied for the first place with the eunuch Varys.

Littlefinger, who is thirsty for power, is not absolutely loyal, while Varys, who is plotting to restore, is absolutely not loyal.

They are all things that can only be used and cannot be relied on.

The servant brought a plate of hot steak, and the rich aroma of oil and fat diffused with the steam.

Joffrey was unceremonious, and forked a piece first.

"This is my name day gift! I don't care about so much, it must be done before the end of the month, or you will look good!"

This request is not easy to handle.

Based on the sea conditions across the Narrow Sea, the distance and speed from King's Landing to Pentos, the outbound journey takes about eight days, and the return journey takes seven days.

Also had to avoid the occasional storm that erupted in the Narrow Sea.

Under normal circumstances, the dragon eggs would have to be bought back the day after arriving in Pentos at the latest and return, so that the ship could return to King's Landing before the end of the month.

Earl Petyr just saluted.

"This subordinate will do his best. His Highness will not be disappointed."

Joffrey nodded in satisfaction.

There was another burst of loud cheers and whistles.

After six rounds of fierce fighting and breaking twelve wooden spears, the first contest was finally over.

Ser Dickon Tarly of Horn Hill wins!
Seeing this situation, Joffrey seemed to have a sudden idea and asked Petyr casually.

"What does this guy have to do with Earl Tully?"

"Your Highness, this is Lord Landao's second son. He is indeed very brave. Lord Landao must be very satisfied."

Joffrey took a bite of the crispy bacon, "That's it, when I'm old enough to fight, I'll beat all these people to the ground!"

"You said so."

"Hey, where is Earl Tully's eldest son? I don't think I've seen him." Sansa's favorite lemon cake tastes good.

Petyr never offended anyone easily.

"I heard that Lord Landau's eldest son is extremely intelligent, well-read, and doesn't like to fight. He probably stayed at the home of Horn Hill."

"Ha, ahem~" Joffrey laughed, forgetting that he was still chewing food.

He quickly took a big gulp of milk and kept patting his chest.

Ah~~, come alive.

He acted very real.The guests sitting around cast their gazes over one after another.

Joffrey immediately taunted loudly, "The son of the hunter family likes to read books, he is not a man at all, he should be a bachelor!"

Petyr smiled perfunctorily.

He has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

From the moment he took up the topic, he was destined to be dragged into the water.

"Yes!" Joffrey slammed the table.

"Being a bachelor, um, a good idea. It's fun to think about finding an apprentice from the hunter family for the old man Pai Sear!"

Petilton felt bad.

If you become a bachelor, you will not be able to inherit the territory and title, that is, you will be deprived of the right of inheritance.

"Your Highness, this matter should be discussed in the long run. Perhaps the Tully family..."

Joffrey had disappeared.

Needless to say, the wayward crown prince must have gone to Lord Tarly.

Calling someone else's heir to be a maester can be regarded as a public humiliation.

Even if the Tully family hadn't surrendered, it wouldn't be as if nothing happened.Who will bear its wrath?
Who bewitched the Crown Prince?
Without looking at the reactions of the guests around him, Petyr understood that he was about to reap the disgust of the Tully family.

But he didn't particularly care.

Your Royal Highness?Littlefinger smiled secretly. The joint accusation of the Prime Minister and the Duke of Dragonstone was enough to be taken seriously.

When the king hears the last words of his adoptive father before he dies, and knows that the three princes and princesses are all Lannister brothers and sisters, he will see his adoptive father die in pain...

Petyr twirled his pointed beard.

Lysa, for the sake of your love for me, be the last link in the plan.

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(End of this chapter)