Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

Gavin politely saluted Willas and said, "Nice to meet you, Lord Willas. My name is Gavin Flowers." Willas also smiled and responded, "I heard Edmund talk about you before. I didn't expect you to be so good at swordsmanship at such a young age." Then, the three of them walked into the banquet together.

At the banquet, Gavin and Willas sat next to each other. Willas talked to Gavin just out of politeness at first, but as the conversation deepened, the two chatted more and more happily. Willas was surprised to find that although Gavin was young, he spoke maturely and steadily.

Whether it was the analysis of the current situation or the insight into human nature, Gavin could always come up with novel and unique insights, as if there was a treasure trove of wisdom hidden in his mind.

Especially when talking about the problem of territory development, the solutions proposed were both pragmatic and forward-looking.

Willas looked at Gavin, his eyes full of appreciation and admiration. Gavin's clear logic and unique insights impressed Willas.

Each point Gavin expounded was well-organized and well-reasoned, which made his words seem to have an invisible magic that could make people immersed in it involuntarily.

Willas thought to himself: "This person is really a rare talent. If he can be brought to the Tyrell family, he will definitely add a strong helper to the family. Unfortunately, he is a bastard." Willas' mind began to turn rapidly, thinking about how to impress Edmund so as to dig him from his friend.

The banquet soon came to an end. Before leaving, Willas invited Edmund and Gavin, saying: "After the archery and group competition, the castle will hold a banquet to celebrate my sister's thirteenth name day. Edmund, remember to bring Gavin with you." Edmund smiled and agreed.

In the spacious and independent tent, Gavin was carefully wiping his equipment. Sir Edmund specially prepared a well-made hard bow for him. At this time, Tommen gently lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in.

"Captain, I've found out." Tommen said.

Gavin stopped what he was doing and looked up at him, "What do you mean?"

"The odds of you winning the archery competition are 1 to 10. If it's a group competition, the odds are 1 to 10, and if you are the only winner, the odds can reach 1 to 20." Tommen finished speaking in one breath, with a complicated expression on his face, showing both surprise at the high odds and concern about Gavin's prospects in the competition.

Without waiting for Gavin to speak, Tommen hurriedly said: "Captain, do you really want to bet everything?"

Gavin said without hesitation: "Bet"

Tommen frowned and looked embarrassed: "But, Captain, this risk is too great, if..."

Gavin interrupted him: "There is no if, risks and opportunities coexist, I have confidence."

Tommen looked at Gavin's resolute expression and gritted his teeth: "Okay, Captain, listen to you, and the brothers will also take out all their wealth to support you."

Gavin patted Tommen on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I won't let you down."

Tommen nodded and turned to arrange the betting. Gavin continued to organize his equipment, his eyes full of confidence.

This time participating in the competition for the family, no matter what the result is, there is danger. Sir Edmund specially gave Gavin 1,000 gold dragons as a reward for his fighting for the family.

Gavin, who happened to hear about the gambling, did not hesitate to ask Tommen to inquire, and invested all his money in himself, hoping to double his wealth.

At this time, Gavin had made full preparations, waiting for the moment of the competition to come, so that his wealth would increase significantly.

In a large open space in front of the High Court, the sun shines on this open space, outlining a golden color. This is where the archery competition is held.

Under the castle, a huge stand is built high, like a towering mountain. On the stand, the nobles are dressed in gorgeous clothes, talking elegantly or watching the field below with interest.

The rules of the competition are clear and clear. The contestants must first face the target 100 steps away, and each person has 5 shooting opportunities. For all the players who hit the target, the target will move back 10 steps, and the target will be reduced by a circle, and this will be repeated. Until the last remaining player is the champion.

"Ready to shoot!" The referee's voice sounded like a bell.

Gavin, standing on the field, listened to the referee's command and bent his bow to shoot arrows. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes were firm and focused. He was calm and focused, as if all the noise around him had nothing to do with him.

His beautiful silver hair fell on his shoulders like a waterfall, shining with a charming luster under the sunlight. This silver hair complemented his handsome appearance and upright heroic posture, attracting the noble women in the stands. They asked each other about the identity of this player.

Vilas, who was also sitting in the stands, teased Edmund and said, "Haha, it seems that your nephew is very charming. Look at these ladies, they are all fascinated by him." Edmund heard this, and a proud look appeared on his face, and he smiled and responded, "Of course, this is the blood of my family."

As the game progressed, Gavin's performance was amazing. Every time he pulled the bow, it was steady and powerful, and every arrow seemed to be given life, flying accurately to the target.

This continued until the 180th step, when the target had turned into a cup-sized disc that was barely visible even with the naked eye.

At this time, there were only two people left on the field, and Gavin was one of them. He took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing and rhythm. At this moment, Gavin was already feeling a little tired. If he still couldn't decide the winner when he reached 200 steps, he might have to use the precious energy points he just got.

Gavin held the bow tightly in his hand, staring at the distant and tiny target, with fine beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead. He silently calculated the distance and angle in his mind, thinking about how to complete this almost impossible challenge without using energy points. At this time, his opponent was also struggling, and his slightly trembling hands exposed his inner tension and anxiety.

Suddenly, several girls in the stands shouted Gavin's name with flushed faces, and the shouts one after another were like waves. This behavior made the opponent's condition worse.

The opponent's already tense nerves became more fragile in the cheers, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. As a result, he missed the target with one arrow.

Gavin looked at his opponent's state, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and thought to himself: "I never thought I could win the championship just by relying on my looks."

He shook his head helplessly, feeling a little helpless about this special help, but it did not affect the joy of winning the championship.