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#196 - Chapter 6: Not Interested

Bronn clicked his tongue in admiration, "Wow, how brutal! So many heads, almost a thousand, right? I originally thought the rumors of beheading hundreds were just figures of speech."

Tyrion pinched his nose. "Eight hundred to be exact, including Janos Slynt and his sons. Let's get out of here! If we unfortunately run into Garin's army, we might become one of them."

Bronn asked suspiciously, "My lord, didn't you say that Ser Garin is a good friend of yours? Surely he wouldn't attack us, would he!"

Tyrion rolled his eyes. "Garin and I are friends, that's true, but not with his men. If they act too quickly, Garin will at most say sorry at my grave! Even if I can save my own life, they won't be merciful to you."

Bronn nodded vigorously. "My lord, you're right. Let's get out of this hellhole as soon as possible. Did you all hear that? Run if you don't want to die!" The mountain clans weren't strange to see heads, but they coveted the boar spears used to display the heads. After receiving the order, they reluctantly left. They weren't stupid. Anyone who could kill so many people wouldn't mind cutting them down as well.

King's Landing, today is a relatively special day: the nameday of their new King Joffrey. Recently, the Red Keep launched a recruitment order. Quite a few lords responded, but not with many troops. Most of the nobles in the Crownlands have honorary titles and small fiefs, not earning much money, so they can't afford to raise many troops. The cost of living in King's Landing is also high, and many knights and nobles staying here have joined the King's army. Their combat power and equipment far exceed ordinary armies.

Seeing so many people, Joffrey decided to hold a small-scale tournament to celebrate his nameday. He is the king, after all. Those political affairs are naturally the responsibility of the Queen Mother and the Hand of the King. He only needs to be happy.

Watching the knights fighting below, Joffrey was filled with joy. This time, there was no traditional jousting, only close combat. Joffrey's cruel nature could be seen at this moment; he really enjoyed scenes where blood could be seen.

The Hound had just knocked a knight off the wall, and the man fell to his death, blood splattering everywhere. The guards quickly dragged the body away, and young servants quickly stepped forward to wash away the bloodstains. Many onlookers secretly resented this, thinking it was too undignified for nobles.

Joffrey: "Well done, Hound, you did very well. What do you think, do you like my betrothed?"

Sansa replied with a smile: "Whatever makes you happy, my King. Of course, I like what you like."

In the next match, another contestant was late. Just as everyone was getting impatient, Ser Dontos Hollard ran over, disheveled. He even wore his helmet backwards.

Joffrey said unhappily: "Looks like you've been drinking. Would you like another couple of cups!"

Dontos, a small noble from the countryside, didn't understand their complicated ways, and was still hungover. He really thought the little king was going to reward him with good wine. "Really? ( ﹡ˆoˆ﹡ ) Hehe, thank you, Your Majesty!"

Joffrey was amused by his stupid appearance. "Very well, it's settled then. Today is my nameday, and to celebrate, you can drink as much as you want? Any amount of wine is fine." Ser Meryn Trant also winked.

Three Kingsguard immediately stepped forward, pressed the bewildered Dontos to the ground, half-tied his hands, took out a bullhorn stopper, stuffed it into his mouth, and began pouring in a bucket of wine.

Myrcella and Tommen both fearfully turned their heads away. They were really a little afraid of this brother. Sansa couldn't help but exclaim, "No, please don't do this."

Joffrey suddenly turned his head, his face unfriendly. "Are you questioning me, Lady Sansa?"

Sansa immediately denied, "No, I'm thinking of you. Today is your nameday. Killing people on such a day is unlucky. The septas said it might bring bad luck."

The Hound added, "What the girl said seems to be true. I've heard of such things before."

Because it concerned himself, Joffrey was quite willing to listen to the advice. With a wave of his hand, the Kingsguard released Dontos. "Fine, this stupid pig... Take this stupid pig down and punish him tomorrow."

Sansa said, "You... you can't see it. Someone like you really isn't suitable as a husband. To be your concubine... I'm still suited to your status."

Joffrey seemed quite pleased with this suggestion. He clapped his hands happily. "Did you all hear that? From today on, you are my fool. Your task from now on is to make me happy. Do you understand?"

Having just taken a trip to the gates of hell, how dare Dontos say anything? He immediately knelt down and said, "Thank you for your tolerance, Your Majesty. And thank you, Lady Sansa."

"Did I miss something? My dear grandchildren. Where am I? Oh, Myrcella, my little angel, you're getting more and more beautiful." Tyrion, wearing a suit of armor, looked somewhat comical, followed by a large number of men behind him.

"Uncle Tyrion, you're back!" The two children were very happy.

Joffrey looked at him with surprise: "How did you come back?"

Tyrion said to him, "My dear grand-nephew, oh no! Already the King. I thought I would see you on the battlefield, but I didn't find you."

Joffrey said somewhat awkwardly: "Ah! I was... here governing the country."

Tyrion looked around, picked up a wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp, saying, "Hmm, I see. You're doing a great job here. Too bad, I still have important things to do. I don't have time to keep you company."

Highgarden, Liu Yuan summoned Leviathan. Now that magic has returned, dragons are no longer a secret. Since those magical tentacles have already appeared, he simply revealed it openly.

Leviathan revealed its slender body. All the livestock in the city, including the warhorses and those three wolf cubs, were subjected to instinctive suppression. That was a fear deeply imprinted in their souls.

After Leviathan came out, it stretched its body and wanted to roar to vent its feelings.

"Shut up!" With a light shout, Leviathan's huge body couldn't help but tremble. Its seemingly ferocious dragon head actually revealed a flattering expression. It brought its big head over and rubbed against Liu Yuan's arm, making cat-like "purring" sounds.

Pushing away Leviathan's big head, Liu Yuan warned it: "Alright, I won't lock you up anymore. But you are not allowed to leave this city, you are not allowed to hurt people, and you are not allowed to fly. Someone will bring you food on time."

Among Liu Yuan's forces, quite a few people knew of Leviathan's existence. The residents of the city had grown up listening to dragon legends. Now that they saw a living dragon, they fearfully and excitedly gathered around, daring to discuss it in low voices, afraid of disturbing the dragon.