Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 158 157.The king comes on stage

The next day, Ed did not rush to the venue of the tournament. Instead, after handling matters at the royal meeting early in the morning, he left the Wang family scholar behind at the end.

Westeros has a sense of separation between the imperial bureaucracy and the public service system.

The nobles who serve as leaders rule the fiefs, but the bachelors who graduated from the academy are responsible for making suggestions, providing consultations, and implementing many specific management matters beside the lords and nobles.

This led to the fact that even some famous nobles in the history of Westeros could not even read and write basicly.

Because it is so easy to appoint bachelors.

Because of this tradition, the royal bachelors enjoyed a seat in the royal council.

The current bachelor of the Wang family is an old guy who can't even straighten his back when walking. At least Ed has never seen him straighten up.

"Grand Maester Pycelle." Ed's tone was serious and serious, which fit everyone's impression of him.

"I heard that the former prime minister had several conversations with you before he died?"

If it were before, then the old man would probably say that he was deaf when faced with this question, and let Ed keep asking until nothing came to an end.

But today, it seems that everyone already knows that the Prime Minister is no longer so obsessed with the death of the former Prime Minister.

Then Grand Maester Pycelle heard clearly.

"Ah, I still remember what you said. Please come with me. Lord Jon Arryn once borrowed a book from me. I will take it out for you."

So the Grand Maester led the Hand of the King to his office.

A terrifying-looking tome came out from the bookshelf behind the seat.

——"The Genealogy and History of the Main Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms".

"Does Lord Arryn read this book?"

Ed also knows his adoptive father. He is indeed a capable and hard-working man.

But reading a tome like this that has no practical value at first glance, he would not do such a thing that would purely torture himself.

"Yes." The Grand Bachelor sat down on the chair with difficulty.

"This book mainly talks about the marriage relationships between the major nobles, as well as descendants and so on. It is indeed a bit boring, but the former prime minister came to me just for this."

Ed pursed his lips and nodded. "Thank you for your help, I borrowed this book."

"Ah, please do it, please do it."

Afterwards, Ed put the book on his desk in the Prime Minister's Tower, and hurriedly took Lan En and the escort to the venue of the tournament.

——

In today's competition schedule, the knight competition has ended, and only the group competition is left, which is a group of people having a mess. Whoever stands at the end wins.

There is also the archery competition that no one cares about.

Yesterday's bloodshed was completely forgotten by people today. Only Ed did not bring his daughters over in order to prevent them from being frightened.

Because judging from his experience in participating in many martial arts competitions, the most tragic scenes have to be group competitions. Most of the soldiers and mercenaries who come here for bonuses are guys who can see blood.

What's more, although the prize money for the group competition is far less than that of the knight competition, the champion also gets 10,000 gold dragons! That was a bonus that even the nobles in the feudal land were jealous of!

It is not difficult to imagine what the scene of group competitions will become like for this money.

Lan En signed up for this project through his status as the Prime Minister's bodyguard.

No matter how big the amount of money was, or how much Robert spent for a tournament, why not earn 10,000 gold dragons anyway?

Brought into the magical world, although the coins have different shapes, they still contain a lot of gold!

When Ed heard Lan En sign up, he asked him if he needed a helmet for him.

After all, in a group melee, the most fearful thing is the black move coming from behind. And this kind of black move, needless to say, will also be used in unprotected places.

But Lan En refused nonchalantly.

Ed sighed.

He knew that most capable people were arrogant, but he really valued Lan En's brain. Without Lan's help, Ed felt that he might soon be killed by the chess players in King's Landing.

In addition to Lan En's 'willfulness', the Prime Minister is even more troubled - his brother the king is not resting either.

As soon as Eddard Stark walked outside the big tent where the king rested last night, Robert's loud and explosive voice could be heard.

"Tie it up tight! I'm telling you, tie it up damn tight! My armor is leaking out of my flanks. Do you want me to be cut open in the arena?!"

Then there was the frightened voice of the attendant, and the sound of the leather straps on the armor being tightened.

"Robert, you are too fat to wear it now."

Ed raised the curtain and walked in while talking to his brother.

"Too fat? You said I'm too fat, right?!"

Robert roared angrily, as if he couldn't wait to smash someone's head. But then, he laughed first.

"Is this how you speak to your king? Oh, screw you, Ned, why are you never right?"

Ed's rigid and serious face smiled rarely. He would only show such a relaxed smile in front of his relatives and sworn brothers.

But then, Ed saw the thin figure with an elegant smile in the tent. Petyr Baelish.

Ed suppressed his smile, but didn't pay too much attention.

In his opinion, with such a huge prize amount in the tourney, it would be abnormal if the finance minister did not go to the king every day to cry about his poverty.

Turning his head, Ed knew clearly that the purpose of his coming here was to persuade his sworn brother.

"I hear you want to join a joust? Don't do it, Robert. You are now."

"I'm the king now. I shouldn't have lowered my status, I shouldn't have made trouble unreasonably, and I shouldn't have put myself in danger, blah blah blah! Damn it, I feel like my ears are getting calloused!"

Robert slapped the squire's hand sharply and asked him to continue piercing his armor, while complaining loudly.

"Pycelle and Baelish said so. But you still have to say so after you come here!"

"You want to hear how Cersei stopped me with her vicious words? Ask this guy if he dares to repeat it again?!"

Robert pointed at Petyr Baelish, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer quickly waved his hand to Eddard as if he didn't dare to interfere.

"Who do you think she is? Do I need her permission to do anything I want to do? I am the king!"

Robert's big, fat face sputtered and flushed with anger.

Ed just watched silently as his sworn brother roared and got angry, until he stopped panting.

"So. You can't even breathe when you curse, and you still expect to be able to swing that war hammer?"

"Fuck, fuck," the king cursed under his breath, regained his composure, and sat down in his chair.

His fat face looked at Ed, as if he was remembering something.

After a long time, he slowly spoke.

"I swear to you, when I won this throne I felt so alive, and now that I have it, I feel so numb."

Some people are born to fight. Just like swords, if you hang them up, they are just waiting to rust.

Eddard knew very well that Robert was such a man.

But he still had to persuade him, because this was Robert's country and it was his responsibility, and he couldn't do anything wrong.

"No one in the Seven Kingdoms would dare to take the risk of making you angry, Robert. Even if you play, you won't get the happiness you want. There will only be a fake match."

"Yes." The king said in a low voice as he patted his abdomen, which could not be stuffed into the armor. "The truth is here. I'm just not willing to give in. I'm not willing to give in."

".I am the best warrior in the world!"

Ed knew that this was enough to persuade him.

Although the brother is in a bad mood, at least his safety and the stability of the kingdom will not be affected.

And just when Ed was about to pick up the wine glass on the table and pour a glass of comfort for himself and his adopted brother. Baelish's voice sounded obviously echoing.

"The Prime Minister is right, Your Majesty! Why do you have to hang out with those warriors with mud-legged legs? You have lost your grace."

Ed's hand stretched out to the wine glass froze in mid-air, and he looked back at Baelish with an elegant smile on his face.

Robert was a docile donkey, and unlike most nobles who held their own status. Robert could not be more proud of his abilities and achievements as a warrior!

Originally this matter was considered to be stopped, but as soon as Baelish said these words

"Warrior clay legs? Hanging out? Ha, ha ha ha!"

Robert's voice no longer crackled, nor was it arrogant.

But this made people shudder. Because when Robert actually went into battle in the War of the Reavers.

This is also the tone!

Eddard clenched his back teeth and glared at Baelish, who was also panicking.

Now the king must come on stage!

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