Game of Thrones: Dawn of Justice

Chapter 33: Bozi, you are a little green!
Garlon brought Stoin and Barius to the Hightower family camp and gave the flowers they picked to Helena.

Afterwards, he and the Hightower family went to the Hall of a Hundred Furnaces.

The Bailu Hall is packed tonight.

There were more than a thousand people here, most of them were nobles, and the rest were famous knights participating in the competition.

There are a total of nine tables over 20 meters long distributed in the hall, in addition to many scattered "small tables".

Even these "small tables" can seat twenty people at a time.

The middle of the Bailu Hall was left empty to serve as a dance floor for noble men and women to dance.

Garen arrived at the Hall of a Hundred Hearths and separated from the Hightower family, because as a noble of the Stormlands, he was bound to sit at the same long table with Lord Robert.

"Galon, you came here specifically to see your fiancée this time, right?"

As the heir of the House of Tarth, Garlon was very close to Robert. After he sat down, Robert immediately sat over and winked at him.

He just saw Garlon, Helena, and Earl Leighton and his group walking into the hall, talking and laughing.

Garen smiled and said, "Don't slander me. I'm here to participate in the martial arts tournament."

Robert grinned and rolled his eyes at Garen.

"Believe it or not."

"Aren't you here to participate in the martial arts competition?" Garen asked back.

"Forehead……"

Robert was helpless. Garlon was using magic to defeat magic. He actually wanted to see Lyanna more this time, and the tournament was a secondary goal.

"Of course I'm here to participate in the tournament."

Robert immediately spoke righteously.

Garen nodded and said, "Yes, we are all Sigma men."

The two looked at each other and tried to hold back their laughter.

After chatting with Robert and the nobles of Stormlands for a while, Mad King Aerys appeared with several ministers.

At first glance, Garlon saw a bald, beardless man wearing a silk robe, with a constant smile on his face.

"Garon, he is Varys."

Beside Garlon, Earl Emons of Greenstone Castle whispered to Garlon.

Lord Emmons is nearly fifty years old.

He was Robert's grandfather.

Greenstone, like Tarth, is an island in the Stormlands, but Greenstone is only a quarter of the size of Tarth. The Eamons family has a good relationship with the Baratheon family and the Tarth family, and they often intermarry.

"Humph, it's this damned eunuch who always complains behind my back."

Earl Emmons' son, Erin Emmons, couldn't help but snort.

"Perhaps the king's visit to Harrenhal was also their idea."

Said Casper Wilder, the Lord of Rain House City.

His eyes were fixed on Varys, who stood beside the king, along with Lord Chancellor Carton Chelmsted, Lord Admiral Lucerys Velaryon, and Lord Justice Simon Staunton.

The person he looked at with the most hostility was not Varys or the three members of the Royal Council, but a man in a white robe, with brown curly hair and a special rune necklace hanging around his neck.

This man's name is Weston Rossat.

A fire mage!

Rossat was so trusted by Iris that he even made the fire mage an honorary noble lord and included him in the royal council.

The reason why Lord Casper of Rain House City hates Rossat is because Iris has changed all death penalty executions to executions using wildfire in recent years.

Aerys and Rosart, who delighted in burning prisoners with wildfire.

This was unacceptable to the nobles of Westeros.

Not long ago, a member of the Wilder family was burned at the stake by Rosat for angering Aerys in King's Landing.

It is said that he was burned into a charcoal-black skeleton, which was a horrible sight.

Garlon looked at the infamous fire mage, but other thoughts came to his mind.

Alchemists are rare talents.

This Rosat was particularly good at making wildfire, and Garlon was very interested in wildfire.

In the original novel, the battle between the little devil and Blackwater Bay vividly demonstrated the powerful destructive power of wildfire in war.

Tasmania is isolated in the Narrow Sea, and the main force for its future development will definitely be the navy.

If he could master the method of making wildfire, the lethality of his warships would definitely increase dramatically.

"Combining the trebuchet with wildfire might allow the warship to directly possess long-range attack capabilities..."

Garen thought to himself.

The navy of this era did not have any effective means of long-range attack. At most, they would place one or two crossbows on the bow of the ship, or let the soldiers use rockets to attack.

But these have no substantial killing power. In a real encounter at sea, boarding combat is still necessary.

This is too primitive and too inefficient.

If wildfire could be integrated into naval battles, Tass's fleet might instantly be ahead of the times.

Garlon looked at Rosat and gradually came up with a plan in his mind.

Soon, Mad King Aerys said some words in a high-sounding manner and announced the start of the dinner.

Suddenly the atmosphere in Bailu Hall became lively.

Of course, such a grand dinner cannot just be about eating and drinking, performances are indispensable.

Introduced by Lord Hean, Rhaegar made an elegant appearance, holding a harp.

Under the starry gaze of many noble girls, he played an extremely beautiful piano piece.

His handsome features, melancholy temperament, beautiful harp sound, and noble status have an unparalleled appeal to girls.

Garen didn't like Rega very much, but that didn't affect his appreciation of music.

Rhaegar's harp was filled with a sense of pessimism and emotion about fate, which was much more advanced than any music he had heard before.

Garlon couldn't help but nod. If you don't look at it from a God's perspective, Rhaegar is indeed quite capable.

He has incredible fighting power, looks, and top-notch artistic talent.

Most importantly, this guy is a prince.

A perfect template for a novel protagonist.

Garen glanced at Robert and found that Robert had a stern face and was looking at Rhaegar gloomily and unhappily.

Robert is still haunted by the death of his parents.

He hadn't forgotten that the Targaryens had killed his parents.

In addition to hatred, Robert's eyes were also mixed with dissatisfaction with Rhaegar.

He couldn't stand Rhaegar's gentle and elegant appearance.

He thinks that men should drink and eat meat with big mouthfuls, be bold and unrestrained, and be straightforward.

Rhaegar's behavior seemed too hypocritical to him.

Garen probably guessed what Robert was thinking.

He couldn't help but shook his head.

Robert, you don't understand. Women really fall for Rhaegar's tricks.

Garen looked into the distance and found the long table where the northern nobles were sitting.

Sure enough, he saw Lyanna in the crowd.

Lyanna was staring at Rhaegar blankly at this moment, concentrating intently, and even shed a few tears because she empathized with the emotions in Rhaegar's music.

"..."

Bozi, you're a little green.

Garen looked at Robert who was completely unaware and couldn't help shaking his head.

Just now in the woods, the look in Rhaegar's eyes when he looked at Lyanna showed that he was undoubtedly attracted by Lyanna's unique personality.

And now, Lyanna was fascinated by Rhaegar's appearance, temperament and music.

I'm afraid these two people only need an opportunity to get emotionally entangled, and they will ignite themselves like moths to a flame.

(End of this chapter)