"Martial competition?"

"You actually want me to have a martial arts competition with that guy?"

"Damn it, is your mind broken like that guy?"

In the middle of the temporary wilderness campsite, the surrounding area was shining under the dim fire.

Prince Joffrey Baratheon widened his eyes and looked at Sandor, the ugly and terrifying hunting dog in front of him. Clicargan growled.

"No, of course it wasn't your highness who competed with him personally."

The hunting dog Sandor Crigan seemed to have seen the crazy look of the naughty child in front of him, and continued to speak calmly: "Your Majesty can just let others replace you."

"right..."

Hearing the Hunter's words, Joffrey Baratheon's expression immediately calmed down and kept saying: "Yes, I can ask others to help, let others help!"

"Who are you looking for? Who can you find to deal with that guy..."

Joffrey Baratheon said to himself, suddenly looking up at Sandor Clicang, the hunting dog in front of him, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

Sandor Clicang could not guess the thoughts of the spoiled naughty prince in front of him. When the other party was about to speak, he immediately said in advance: "But before this, your highness must send a letter of war to that Morgan and invite the other party to join the war."

"And, you have to think of a reason to invite the other party to a martial arts competition."

The hunting dog Sandor Clicang said calmly.

After the words came to an end, Joffrey Baratheon was indeed as the hunting dog Sandor guessed, and his attention was instantly shifted to what he emphasized.

"I want me to invite that guy to the martial arts competition myself?"

Jofry Baratheon asked, staring at the hunting dog Sandor.

"Of course, your highness has only one way to deal with Morgan, and of course you need to invite him."

"If your Highness is afraid, there is nothing we can do..."

The hunting dog Sandor still said calmly.

Since he was loyal to the Lannister family, as the guard assigned to be Joffrey Baratheon, he has always been loyal to the Lannister family and Prince Joffrey Baratheon, who has always been loyal to him.

Even though he is friends with Morgan.

But he could not refuse Prince Joffrey Baratheon's order.

In the capital of the seven kingdoms and in the King's Landing City, there is a way for the prince to deal with a person.

As for the martial arts competition, this is the only way he, Sandor Clicang, could think of.

For Morgan, the benefits of the martial arts competition are also obvious.

If he can win the martial arts competition, once he becomes famous in King's Landing City, his influence and the speed of the incident will be far beyond the speed of Winterfell, which is far from the cold northern border.

Of course, if Morgan fails in the competition.

There is no future either.

Because the price of failure is to be killed by the contestant.

Listen to the words of the hunting dog Sandor Clicang.

Joffrey Baratheon's face also showed a calm and relaxed look.

He is irritable, irritable, cruel, but he is not a fool.

With this calmness, he thought about what the hunting dog Sandor Clicarn said.

He also knew very well about the martial arts conference.

Of course, I also knew that Sandor Clicarn's words were right.

If he wants to invite Morgan to a martial arts competition, he must go and invite him in person.

However, the opponent is Morgan, known as the "Sharpshooter", Duke of Winterfell, and one of the people whom Ed Stark trusts most.

At the hunting conference held in Winterfell, he won the first place with his extremely powerful archery skills without any dispute, and left a deep impression on his father, the king.

My mother seemed to value that guy a little.

This is nothing strange.

A sharpshooter with such a strong strength, as long as he shows strong strength, he can be valued no matter where he goes.

But understanding is understanding.

The other party despises himself and makes him embarrassed in front of his fiancée and his sister, must not be forgiven.

I must make that guy pay the price.

However, it is not easy to deal with that guy. It would be inappropriate if you offend the king's father and the new former prime minister.

So, you have to think carefully about the solution.

At least you have to find the right candidate who can compete on your behalf.

I was silent for a long time.

Joffrey Baratheon then looked at the hunting dog Sandor in front of him and said, "Of course I will invite that guy."

"But before that, let's find the right candidate to play..."

Joffrey Baratheon said this, glanced at his hunting dog guard for a little more, then turned around and left.

The dog Sandor Clicang obviously knew that his thoughts seemed to be seen through by Joffrey.

But he didn't realize anything.

He doesn't want to face Morgan, not only because he and Morgan are friends.

Moreover, because he was completely unsure of defeating Morgan.

Just shrugged.

The hunting dog Sandor Clicar immediately followed Joffrey Baratheon's footsteps.

......

Time passes slowly.

The night is getting darker.

Inside the bonfire of the guards in the huge temporary camp.

The candles in the small tents not far away were constantly extinguished and fell asleep.

Under a lonely tree.

Morgan stuffed the last piece of roasted dried smoked fish into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and threw the baking fork in his hand with satisfaction.

Opposite him, Arya Stark in front of the bonfire was still busy baking jerky.

I saw Arya Stark as if he could never eat enough foodies. He skewed the food, grilled it, and ate it immediately, and continued to repeat it again and enjoyed it.

Morgan smiled and asked, "Aren't you full yet? Arya?"

"It's almost done, but it's soon."

Arya replied, smearing the oil stains on her hand on the dense weeds beside her.

"Then let's eat again next time. It's already very late, so it's time for you to go to bed."

Morgan stood up and looked around, then looked at Arya in front of him and said.

Speaking of which, this Arya Stark is indeed too different from her sister Sansa Stark.

Sister Sansa was meticulous and knew that Morgan had offended Prince Joffrey. Baratheon was dissatisfied and angry.

I said goodbye immediately, not wanting to communicate more with Morgan, for fear that the prince would blame her.

It doesn't matter if Morgan is calm about this.

He is not the golden dragon coin of this world.

It is impossible to make everyone willing to interact with him.

Especially that prince Joffrey Baratheon is still the fiancé of Sansa Stark, the future king.

After Morgan offended the prince, it was very normal for the other party to react like this.

But even if it is normal, it is normal.

It's hard to accept that it happens to you.

Morgan is not a saint.

He could kill them without reason when he met robbers in the wilderness, just because the other party looked at him more.

You can also stand by when the robbers rob and kill the wild farmer's family, just because the farmer's family drove away themselves, who were standing next to the farmland, not long ago.

Morgan has joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and has a clear distinction between love and hate.

If he had treated Sansa Stark, the noble lady, before, with a sense of sense.

Now I feel a little disgusted.
To be continued...