Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

That night, Sir Edmund held another celebration banquet in the camp to celebrate the Cotoin family's victory in the archery competition.

Gavin, who was attending the banquet, was absent-minded, and his eyes drifted to the door from time to time. Until he saw Tommen lift the curtain and wave to him, he hurriedly apologized to Sir Edmund and ran out.

The two ran all the way back to Gavin's tent.

"Captain, we are rich." Tommen said excitedly, and he pulled out a leather bag from under the bed with great effort.

Gavin opened it hastily: "How much is in it?"

"A total of 13,000 gold dragons, you bet 1,000 gold dragons, and the brothers chipped in and bet 300 gold dragons together." Tommen said excitedly, his eyes full of excitement, "We are really going to make a fortune now!"

"Go and ask the brothers to come to me to collect the money, keep my share, and divide the rest among you." After saying that, Gavin looked at Tommen who was motionless and asked: "What's wrong?"

Toman said: "There is bad news, your odds in the group competition have dropped."

"How much is it?" Gavin had a bad feeling. Tommen quickly replied, "1:5 for independent champions, 1:10."

"Not bad, not bad, barely acceptable." Gavin thought silently in his heart, and said to Tommen, "After you receive the gold dragons, bet all my gold dragons and the bonus I just received on me to win the championship independently. As for whether you want to follow suit, make your own decision."

"Captain, there is no need to divide it. Everyone has discussed it and will continue to follow you to bet." Tommen said with a firm face.

Gavin patted Tommen on the shoulder, smiled and said, "Okay, you go and do it. Believe me, it will definitely make everyone rich."

Toman nodded heavily, turned around and strode away to take care of this matter. Gavin looked at his back, silently calculating how much money he could make from this competition.

I thought that the money for making the blood witch puppet was settled, and then sighed again. Now the corpse has become the top problem.

He frowned and paced back and forth in the tent, thinking about how to solve the source of corpses in his mind. The Reach has been peaceful for a long time. Where can we get enough corpses without arousing suspicion?

Should we go to the Narrow Sea or Essos to be a mercenary for a while? If we go, there are two advantages.

First, the source of corpses can be solved. There are many pirates in the Narrow Sea, and several city-states on Essos often confront each other, and there are Dothraki looting, which is extremely chaotic.

Second, the successfully made blood witch puppets will not arouse other people's suspicion. It can be said that they are guards loyal to him brought back from Essos.

The more Gavin thought about it, the more he felt that this plan was feasible, and he gradually made up his mind. But at the same time, he also knew that this long journey would inevitably be full of certain risks, but the strong desire still drove him to make up his mind to make a breakthrough.

Gavin, who suppressed his complicated thoughts, hurried back to the banquet. After all, he was the protagonist of this banquet today, and it would not be appropriate to leave for too long.

Perhaps he was too happy, and Edmund was already drunk at this time. He was seen holding Sir Ryan with one hand, laughing non-stop, and it was unknown what interesting things the two were talking about.

Seeing Gavin who had just entered the big tent, he hurriedly waved to him and pulled Gavin to drink again.

At the end of the banquet, Sir Edmund was so drunk that he could not walk steadily. Gavin had no choice but to help him back to the tent with the servants.

After putting him on the bed, Gavin was about to leave, but suddenly found that his forearm was tightly held by Edmund.

At this time, his eyes seemed to be much clearer. Edmund, who borrowed some strength, tried to sit up, took the glass of water handed over by the servant and drank it, and pointed to the box next to Gavin. "I originally planned to give it to you after you come of age, but I think you need it more now, and I think it belongs to you."

Gavin was full of doubts, with deep suspicion in his eyes, and he racked his brains but couldn't guess what Edmund meant.

Edmund stretched his head towards the box, indicating Gavin to open it.

With strong curiosity, Gavin slowly walked to the box, bent down, and gently lifted the lid. Instantly, a set of plate armor came into Gavin's eyes, and the reflection of the metal was particularly dazzling in this dim environment.

This is a set of exquisite plate armor, each smooth piece of armor is engraved with patterns, and the connection between the armor pieces is tight, showing the superb craftsmanship of the maker.

The sword accompanying it has a slender and straight blade, and a red gem is carefully inlaid on the hilt, which is dazzling. The blade is so sharp that it can break hair, and it faintly exudes a chilling breath. Gavin was deeply attracted by the equipment in front of him, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"This was made for your father when he celebrated his coming-of-age ceremony. Now it belongs to you." At this time, Edmund had slowly stood behind Gavin.

Gavin closed the box and hurriedly said, "My lord, this is too precious.

Edmund smiled and waved his hand and said, "Take it back, I just hope it can protect you in the future. That's it, I need to rest, kid." Then he lay back on the bed.

With the help of Tommen, Gavin put on the full set of armor. The whole set of armor was finely crafted and very practical. There was a hook on one side of the armor specifically for placing spears. Obviously, this set of armor was very expensive.

Although Gavin is only 15 years old this year, he is tall and this set of armor fits him very well.

Looking at himself in the mirror, a trace of warmth surged in his heart.

Sir Edmund, in Gavin's heart, is like a warm beacon. Apart from his mother, Sir Edmund is the best person in the world to him.

The identity of a bastard has never been a reason for Sir Edmund to dislike him. On the contrary, Sir Edmund cares for him everywhere, cultivates him carefully, and does not hold back. This deep friendship makes Gavin feel endless warmth in this complicated world.

Time soon came to the time for the group competition to begin, still in the open space in front of the castle. The Tyrell family used logs to enclose a circular space with a diameter of 500 meters, a height of less than 1 meter and more than 20 entrances and exits. Let any contestant who wants to give up can leave easily.

According to the rules of the group competition, a team shall not exceed 5 people. Coach Ryan wanted to send another veteran to join, but Gavin refused.

Gavin held up his spear and walked into the venue with three hired gladiators, with the flag of the Cotoin family hanging on his spear.

Soon, the venue was packed with more than 200 people, all wearing armor, holding weapons, and clinging closely to their teammates.