"Money is good--"

Vilas was born in the wealthy Tyrell family, and he had seen a lot of money since he was a child, but it was the first time he realized that money was so easy to earn.

Therefore, Velas then secretly made up his mind that the next national-scale competition can be held every four years to maintain a certain sense of freshness.

Moreover, the holding rights and profits of the tournament must be taken out of the hands of the royal family, and the main body will be changed to the imperial government.

Although the treasury of the royal family and the treasury sound like the same thing, the emperor can spend the money of the treasury at will, but in fact there are many twists and turns. Vilas, the former Prime Minister, is the clearest of the distinctions.

In fact, as the founding emperor, Viserys was so confident in himself that he established a highly centralized state.

However, this has left a hidden danger, that is, the emperor of the Valyrian Empire has too much power. The Targaryen family has been fighting for external expansion year after year. In fact, the small treasury of the royal family is even richer than the treasury of the empire.

Therefore, if the government wants to get this benefit, Vilas needs to win it from the royal family...

Velas' brain was very clear, planning the next plan.

"Sir, it's hard work."

And the servants waiting outside the competition venue had already prepared a limousine for him.

Two tall and gentle pack horses, soft handmade carpets in the car, natural warm animal skin cushions, and burning incense handcrafted by Mire, which can be calm and serene, rises curling green smoke.

"Ok."

Vilas nodded slightly, then got on the carriage with the help of the servants of the Prime Minister Tower, and sat on the soft seat.

Then I listened to the sound of the wheels rolling on the bluestone pavement outside, and then closed my eyes and rested.

However, at this moment, some unusual sounds suddenly sounded in his ears.

"kill!"

"kill him!"

Then there was the sound of the Prime Minister's Tower guard fighting someone, and the clanging sound of swords colliding.

Velas Tyrell hurriedly opened his eyes when he heard the sound.

bang

Then suddenly a loud noise was heard, the carriage of the carriage vibrated violently, and a cold crossbow arrow was nailed to the carriage, and the sharp arrow came out from the carriage, but did not penetrate completely.

And at the scene of the tournament.

"In the presence of Her Majesty the Queen of the Great Valyrian Empire and all your lords, we are gathered here..."

"Witness the battle between Lord Edric of House Dayne and Artis, son of the giant king Margo Maz Tundor Dor Wig."

It was Prince Oberyn, the Minister of Justice of the Empire, who presided over the final of the competition. In fact, the first sentence in the original manuscript should be "Under the witness of the gods and what..." It should also be "Thank the gods, bestow We are just...may the warriors guide the two..."

However, for some special reasons, all the words related to the gods were deleted.

This is actually another signal sent by the empire to suppress the belief in gods.

And Oberyn stood in the center of the field, wearing a golden yellow robe, breeches, and leather boots that were also full of Dorne characteristics. A smile appeared on his slightly brown-red cheeks, and he said loudly.

His voice was not loud, but it could be faintly heard by most of the audience in the venue.

And Oberon looks very young in his clothes, which may also be related to his optimistic attitude and good maintenance. If he doesn't smile, the wrinkles on his cheeks are not too many, but in fact his hair has been mixed. Mixed with a lot of gray.

Oberyn was forty-nine years old this year, and who would have thought that the prodigal prince who still frequented pubs and brothels was about to turn half a hundred years old.

After Oberyn finished his opening remarks, the staff below were putting on armor for the two contestants, and the giant prince didn't want to wear armor, but his good brother Prince Helos Targaryen looked serious at this time. opened his mouth.

"The opponent is very strong."

"I don't want any accident to you, Artis."

"you are my friend."

The words of Helos made Atis stunned for a moment, but he finally nodded, and agreed to wear the armor in a clumsy and rough tone, just so that his good brother could feel at ease.

Because of his height and intelligence, although Artis wants to integrate into human society, he has no other friends in the Red Fort, and everyone else will be afraid of him. Helos is the only friend he has. The giant prince every day They all followed Helos' side to protect his safety.

Therefore, when Artis heard that the Red Fort was going to recruit a new batch of 'bodyguards' and would take his place, he would no longer be used to protect Helos, but these new bodyguards. I hurriedly asked to sign up for the competition.

On the other hand, Edric Dane quietly put on his armor and sat under the umbrella, waiting to start.

This game also cannot use his own weapons~www.mtlnovel.com~ Otherwise, Edric's Excalibur Dawn would be too unfair for his opponents.

This game is free to choose weapons. Edric still chooses two swords, while Artis chooses a thick and heavy spear, which is almost equivalent to a lance of a knight on a horse. .

Then the two got ready, and finally stood in the center of the field under the scorching sun. The sun above their heads was very bright, and the armor was full of golden rays of light.

Facing the opponent who needed to look up, Edric Dayne took a deep breath and clenched the hilt of his sword, looked at the other party with piercing eyes, and then glanced at the guard who was about to sound the starting horn. road.

"Big man, can we order until now?"

"I won't hurt you, so don't kill me."

Attis, who was already ready to hold the wooden gun in his hand, heard the little guy on the opposite side speak, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he didn't speak but nodded slowly.

Because of his racial characteristics, Attis's common language is not very good. In short, he has a little stutter, so he is mostly silent on weekdays and is reluctant to say more.

woo-

Then the horn sounded melodiously, symbolizing the beginning of the contest.

"Fuck him!"

"Screw off the head of this little white face!"

"Lord Edric, chop off this guy's dick!"

The cheers and cheers from the top of the head suddenly sounded like a tsunami, almost deafening, and the blood in people's bodies seemed to be boiling.

And the two people facing each other below did not test each other in the previous competition.

Artis waved the lance in his hand and smashed it directly at the top of Edric Dayne's head.

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