Suleiman Released his fingers, and the arrow tore through the air like a black lightning bolt.
There was a clear impact sound from the target in the distance, and the arrow feathers were still trembling slightly.
Hit the red heart.
Robert. Baratheon let out a loud exclamation.
His big palm-like hands slapped the railing beside him, causing sawdust to fly. "Okay!"
"What a skill with arrows! You're so damn talented!"
His voice was loud and full of unabashed admiration, and his eyes, which were gradually hollowed out by the wine, shone with Warrior's unique light, examining Suleiman.
"I heard that you knocked down that the North guy a few days ago."
"Why don't you participate in jousting? That's a man's fight!"
Suleiman put down the long bow in his hand and bowed slightly. "Your Majesty, I am not good at immediate collisions."
His answer was humble and direct, without any emotion.
Robert. Baratheon snorted coldly, seemingly dissatisfied with the answer, and said in a bad tone, "Even if you are not good at it, you have to do it! Like a man!!"
"Next time my Tourney! I want to see you in the jousting boy!!"
"How can a man only participate in an archery game without blood!!!"
Suleiman bows and salutes to show compliance and accept orders.
The referee indicated that it was time to shoot the second arrow.
Bryn walked forward and silently handed over another arrow. The arrow shaft was smooth and the feather tail was neat.
Suleiman took the arrow, and his self-light and Bryn's eyes met in the air for a moment.
He said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Get ready... for revenge."
Bryn nodded heavily and returned to his original position, like a silent iron tower.
Suleiman bent the bow again, his movements were not redundant at all, from nocking the arrow to pulling the string, and then aiming, all in one go.
The hustle and bustle around him seemed to have disappeared, and in his world there were only bows, arrows and the red dot a hundred steps away.
With a whoosh, the arrow left the string.
This time, it not only hit the red heart, but also hit the center of the tail of the previous arrow, splitting the arrow shaft into two.
The entire shooting range was deathly silent.
The next moment, cheers erupted like a volcano, drowning out all previous sounds.
The ladies' screams pierced the sky, and their eyes were burning, closely following the young figure in the field.
Compared with those knights covered in sweat and with tangled muscles, Suleiman has a tall and straight figure and a handsome face, which is more in line with their fantasy of a hero.
The winner of the archery competition is no longer in suspense.
Robert. Baratheon's brows, which had been furrowed just now because Suleiman did not participate in the jousting contest, instantly relaxed at this moment.
He stood up, slapped hard with his big hands like cattail leaf fans, and made a dull sound, "Okay! Good job!"
Eddard. Stark and Jon. Arryn also clapped, with approval in their eyes.
This is extraordinary archery, almost a magical skill.
However, an angry roar tore through the warm atmosphere and drowned out all the cheers.
"Murderer! Murderer!!"
A Vale nobleman dressed in luxurious clothes suddenly jumped up from his seat. His face flushed red, his fingers trembled violently with excitement, and he pointed straight at Bryn who stood like a mountain in the field.
"Your Majesty the King! My assassin!"
Benedar. Belmore.
Everyone's eyes seemed to be held by invisible hands, and they focused on it instantly.
The atmosphere on the field turned from boiling to solidified.
Benedar. Belmore staggered towards the king, his fat body shaking with anger.
"Your Majesty! The attendant of Suleiman! He is the robber who assassinated me in Mountains of the Moon many years ago!"
He violently pulled open his shirt, revealing a hideous old scar on his chest, which was a permanent mark left by an arrow.
Robert. Baratheon The smile on his face froze.
His heavy brows knitted together, and his eyes glanced back and forth between Bryn and Suleiman.
The king's voice deepened. "Sir Suleiman, is this your man?"
Suleiman replied calmly, "Yes, Your Majesty."
Robert. Baratheon's eyes narrowed. "He is a robber?"
Suleiman's expression remained unchanged. "He used to be, Your Majesty."
"He assassinated Lord Belmore?"
Suleiman's voice was clear and steady, each word hitting the ground like nails. "Yes."
He paused and changed the subject.
"But I heard a different story."
"Master Belmore broke into Bryn's home and wanted to rape his wife."
"After being resisted, he killed Bryn's wife and children.
Benedar. Belmore's face turned pale for an instant, and then was replaced by furious blood. "That's nonsense! This is slander! You are spitting blood!"
He turned to the king and roared almost at the top of his lungs.
"He is a murderer! Your Majesty! Suleiman is the protector! Covering a robber! You must make the decision for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of Vale nobles rushed forward.
It is despicable to harbor bandits and protect assassins.
They stared at the two men with contempt and anger, as if they were looking at some dirty reptiles.
Robert. Baratheon waved his hand impatiently. "That's enough!"
The deafening roar stopped the quarrel. He hated this kind of quarrel between nobles.
His eyes fell on Suleiman with a sense of scrutiny.
"Suleiman, you must respond to this matter."
Suleiman took a step forward, and his voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the entire competition venue. "Your Majesty, words cannot tell the truth. I request that Trial by Combat be used to judge this matter, and let the gods witness who is lying."
Benedar. Belmore's fat body froze, and he roared angrily, "Civilians do not have this right!"
Suleiman ignored him, but turned to face Bryn and pulled out the long sword from his waist.
"Vale Bryn, in recognition of your meritorious service in the Riverlands war."
"Kneel down."
Bryn did not hesitate, kneeling on one knee, his huge body like a crumbling iron tower.
Suleiman placed the sword edge flat on Bryn's right shoulder and spoke in a solemn voice.
"Bryn, are you willing to swear in the name of Warrior to protect the weak and innocent people?"
Bryn's voice was hoarse and firm. "I do."
The long sword was moved to the left shoulder.
"Will you swear by the name of Our Lady to protect the chastity of all women?"
"I do."
Suleiman took back his sword and said in a deep voice, "Then, get up, Sir Bryn."
"You can choose a last name for yourself."
Jon. Arryn gasped loudly, and the little praise that had just arisen due to Suleiman's miraculous performance in the archery competition disappeared.
Benedar. Belmore is riding a tiger, trembling all over. In Vale, which prides itself on "honor", refusing a Trial by Combat is a cowardly act and will be disgraceful, especially in front of the king.
The discussion among the Vale nobles resounded again, but this time the finger was directed at Suleiman. In order to help a robber, he even made a robber a knight and risked the disgrace of the world. This was a blatant act of provocation against Vale.
"A family that earned its noble status by working as a lowly servant to the lord! Such a shameful way to obtain a noble title! If it were me, I would rather die!"
"An oathbreaker who breaks the oath he swore to his lord!"
"A butcher who slaughters surrendered soldiers on the battlefield! I heard that you use the sword to force people to convert! There is no mercy at all!"
"You and your men! They all reek of stench! If you were in Vale! You would be challenged to a duel by countless Vale knights!"
"Canonize the robber as a knight! Desecrate the honor of Seven!"
Suleiman repeated the word gently, with a smile in his tone, as if he heard some interesting joke, "Honor?"
Let him be evaluated by the Andals kings. He will be judged as being too soft-handed and having a weak personality.
What is the honor of Vale, the history of Andals in Westeros, the robber became the master and began to talk about kindness, honor and justice.
Suleiman did not look at the indignant Vale nobles, but turned his gaze to the seats on the high platform, and fell on the old man wearing a gray bachelor's robe with countless chains hanging around his neck.
"Pycelle Grand Maester."
His voice was very soft, but it carried an irresistible power.
The elderly Grand Maester trembled all over and stood up slowly, with a humble smile on his face. He had a very bad feeling.
"Su... Sir Suleiman."
Suleiman looked at the old man who was pretending to be trembling, and said with a hint of amusement in his tone, "You are Westeros the most knowledgeable person, and you are in charge of all the knowledge of the mainland from ancient times to the present."
"I would like to ask you a question to satisfy my curiosity.
Pycelle wiped the sweat from his forehead. He didn't know what this young man wanted, but an uneasy feeling came to his heart. "Please... please speak."
Suleiman's eyes slowly turned to the man in Vale with three flying crows embroidered on his clothes, House Corbray.
There was no warmth in his voice. "I want to know how the noble and honorable House Corbray spread its branches in Westeros?"
The face of the master of House Corbray, Leonor. Corbray changed instantly.
Pycelle Grand Maester's body shook even more violently. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw Suleiman's bottomless eyes, he swallowed his words back.
Robert. Baratheon was also interested. He sat back on the chair and kept urging. "Tell me! Pycelle! I also want to hear the glorious history of these ancient families!"
Under the urging of the king and the watchful eyes of Suleiman, Pycelle had no choice.
He cleared his throat tremblingly and began to tell in a dry voice, "the Fingers There were two First Men kings, Devon. Shell and Jon. Akashi."
"In order to fight each other, they all spent a lot of money to hire a Andals knight named Cohen. Corbray.
Pycelle's voice became lower and lower, but in this eerie silence, every word was clearly audible."
.. This Sir Cohen accepted employment from two employers at the same time, and... betrayed both employers at the same time...
"He first captured Jon. Akashi, tortured and beheaded him."
"Then, he burned Devon Shell alive in his own long hall."
There was a gasp of air from the crowd.
Regarding the history of Westeros, except for this family and Citadel, most nobles and civilians only know about noble honor and bloodline, and have no idea of these dirty origins.
I was shocked when I heard it today.
Leonor. Corbray's face had turned the color of pig liver, and the veins on the hand holding the sword hilt were bulging.
Pycelle did not dare to look at him, and looked at Robert. Baratheon with a praying look. However, seeing that the king was very interested, he could only bite the bullet and continue speaking, speaking faster and faster.
"After... after that, Knight Korn, the ancestor of House Corbray."
"He married Jon Akashi's daughter as his wife, and took Devon Shell's wife as his bed partner, taking the entire the Fingers as his own."
The story is over.
Pycelle kept swallowing, his bachelor's robe soaked with cold sweat, and he could neither sit nor stand.
The entire shooting range was deathly silent.
Everyone looked at Leonor. Corbray with a strange look.
This lord who was talking about honor just now, his family was actually built on betrayal, murder, regicide and usurpation.
Suleiman's face remained calm, and his eyes turned to another defender of "honor", Gulltown's Jarell. Grafton.
He looked at Grand Maester and asked softly, "So, where is House Grafton?"
"Grand Maester, please tell us how the ancestors of Lord Gulltown obtained their land and titles?"
Jarell. Grafton's determined cheeks began to twitch, and sweat rolled down his forehead. He glared at Pycelle and gave a stern warning to stop.
Pycelle Grand Maester's lips were trembling, and he looked at the king pleadingly.
Robbing people's ancestral graves in public, Seven above, this is simply torture, and you will definitely be retaliated against.
Robert. Baratheon waved his hand impatiently. "Speak quickly! Don't wait any longer!"
This was the first time he heard that there were so many twists and turns in the ancestors of each family.
Pycelle closed his eyes, as if accepting his fate, and spoke faster.
"Gulltown's First Men King Osgood Schetter, in order to fight against House Royce, chose to marry a knight named Jarell. Grafton."
"He married his daughter to Sir Jarell. Grafton, and he and his son also married the daughter of Jarell. Grafton."
"All weddings are presided over by monks and carried out in accordance with the Seven belief rituals. House Shett even accepted the Seven belief."
"However, on the battlefield where the coalition forces were victorious, King Osgood... was killed."
"There are rumors that...
... Killed by his son-in-law, Sir Jarell. Grafton."
"Of course! Of course! It's all rumors!!!"
The old bachelor wiped his cold sweat and did not dare to say any more. He planned to stop there, but he did not expect that the young man would continue his words.
Under everyone's shocked gaze, Suleiman continued to add calmly, "After Ser Gerold returned to Gulltown, he usurped the crown and put Osgood's heir under house arrest."
"Until his wife becomes pregnant with a child."
"After that, the orthodox heir of House Shett disappeared from the records of history."
"The people of Gulltown rose up for House Shett and resisted the rule of Jarell. Grafton."
"Jarell. Grafton brutally suppressed the uprising."
"The sewers in the town were stained red with the blood of First Men. Women and children were not spared. Their bodies were thrown into the bay and fed to crabs."
After the words fell, Jarell. Grafton's face turned pale, and his strong body was crumbling.
Suleiman's addition shocked Pycelle. How did this young man know these things? Did he sneak into Citadel...
Vale The fig leaf of honor, which was as holy as a hymen and which the nobles were proud of, was torn to pieces in public by Suleiman in the most cruel way in broad daylight.
Suleiman looked around at the stunned nobles watching the game. "This kind of family history is indeed more "honorful" than my ancestors."