Davion spread his hands with an innocent look on his face:
"There's nothing I can do about it, Queen Cersei is too enthusiastic! It's hard to deny her kindness, and I have nothing to do in return. I can only do my best to make her happy!"
Tyrion snorted coldly, his eyes full of helplessness:
"You are really fearless. At this time, you are still in the mood to joke!"
"Let me tell you, even if Robert doesn't find out, getting involved with that woman Cersei is enough to make you drink a pot. Her methods are beyond your imagination."
Davion smiled slightly, and his tone was somewhat sincere:
"Okay, Tyrion, I know you are worried about me. Isn't it okay now?
Besides, no man would be able to refuse in that situation! That woman is Light of the Westerlands, the current Queen Seven Kingdoms! Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
As he spoke, a look of aftertaste appeared on his face unconsciously.
Before Tyrion could attack, Davion changed the topic:
"However, I still want to thank you for breaking into Red Keep late at night just to find me. I will remember this love!"
"If you need help in the future, just ask, I, Davion, will never refuse."
Tyrion looked at him, feeling increasingly confused.
He really couldn't see through this young Earl.
He was obviously a down-and-out aristocrat whose family was in decline. After arriving at King's Landing, he didn't say he was careful and cautious at every step. Instead, he made a big splash on Tournament Grounds.
He clashed head-on with Deputy Commander of the Gold Cloaks in the brothel, not caring about the other party's power.
What's worse, he dared to have an affair with the queen regardless of the heights of the world.
He never believed that Davion was a brainless person, but unfortunately, everything he did was unexpected.
Listening to Davion's sincere thanks, Tyrion shook his head helplessly:
"That's all, let's not talk about those bad things! You kid, you better restrain yourself from now on, and be careful when sailing the ship of ten thousand years!"
"By the way, do you think you can win this team melee today?"
A glimmer of confidence flashed in Davion's eyes:
"Of course I can win. Those fifteen thousand Gold Dragon must be mine."
Tyrion sneered disdainfully:
"Don't be too happy too early!"
"Melee combat is much more complicated than Joust. There is no fixed opponent, no rule constraints, only life and death fighting!"
"I heard that there are more than a hundred contestants registered this time!"
"You win the Joust championship as a dark horse, and you will definitely become the target of public criticism. There is a high probability that others will unite against you. You must be careful about this, so as not to capsize in the gutter and die on the field."
"Tyrion, have I told you? In fact, what I am best at is fighting in melee. Joust, I haven't practiced for many days."
Tyrion looked at him sideways. This time, he actually believed that Davion was telling the truth.
But even so, he couldn't help but persuade:
"Davion, arrogance leads to defeat! There are many good players in this melee, and it is by no means as simple as you think."
"By the way, I heard that after Joust ended, you refused Ser Barristan Selmy's request to make you a knight?"
"This really seems like something you can do."
Tyrion shook his head, his tone a bit sad:
"That's Barristan the Bold, Seven Kingdoms, I don't know how many nobles, begging him to be canonized, but you refused without hesitation."
"No wonder Barristan is rarely participating in a group melee this year, probably just for you!"
"Maybe he wants to teach you a lesson on the field!"
Although Davion did not agree with Barristan's character, he never underestimated Barristan's force.
After all, he was a legendary knight who could single-handedly break into the enemy camp and save Mad King's life. His strength should not be underestimated.
Tyrion continued:
"In addition to Barristan, there is also the Mountain!
He lost to you inexplicably in Joust. He was unwilling to accept it and even said that he would deal with you on the field and make you pay the price!"
"Finally, it's Jaime! Although his left arm was slightly injured, he still insisted on participating in this melee. I think it's probably because of you."
"Hey, I advise you to be careful, you definitely can't beat him!"
"His swordsmanship is unmatched by Seven Kingdoms. Even Barristan is a bit inferior to him."
"Tyrion, for revealing the information about your opponent so kindly to me, are you not afraid that I will win the contest and lose the bet?"
"Tch, what do you lose? You can't pass Jaime, let alone Barristan and the Mountain."
"Oh? Since you are so confident, do you want to increase your bet?"
Tyrion looked at him in surprise, obviously not expecting that he would take the initiative to increase the amount. He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled:
"Since you are so confident, tell me, how do you want to bet?"
Davion spoke slowly:
"Melee of the Seven, there are so many people participating this time, I will bet with you whether I can be the person with the most eliminations!"
"If you lose, just do a few small things for me. If I lose, I'll pay you two thousand Gold Dragon, how about that?"
Tyrion nodded directly without thinking.
Based on his contact with Davion in the past few days, he knew that although this young Earl acted in a flamboyant manner, he was by no means a sinister and cunning person.
Even if he loses, the small thing he asks for help will definitely be insignificant and will not touch Lannister's core interests.
Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye it was about ten o'clock in the morning.
The people of King's Landing had already swarmed in, and the place of Tournament Grounds was surrounded by water. There was a lot of discussion, and it was very lively.
The contestants, wearing different armors and holding weapons, stood neatly in front of Main Stand, waiting for His Grace the King's review.
About ten minutes later, King Robert and Queen Cersei arrived belatedly.
The couple both looked obviously tired, yawning from time to time, and their eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes.
Obviously, neither of them had a good rest last night.
Cersei was wearing a golden high-collar robe today. The luxurious material made her even more graceful. The high collar tightly wrapped her slender neck, not even a trace of skin was exposed.
Davion Looking from a distance, a playful smile flashed in his eyes.
Cersei's fair neck was covered with purple hickeys, so she wore a high-necked robe to cover up those marks.
As soon as Cersei boarded Main Stand, his eyes scanned the crowd of contestants, as if looking for something.
When her eyes fell on Davion and saw the unknown smile on his face, a trace of sullenness flashed across her eyes and she glared at him fiercely.
Tyrion, who was standing in the stands, clearly saw the exchange of glances between the two people, and couldn't help but sigh helplessly and murmured in a low voice:
"I really don't understand what's so good about a stupid and vicious woman like Cersei."
On Main Stand, Robert rubbed his swollen temples and waved to the attendant beside him. His voice was loud and spread throughout the arena:
"Melee of the Seven, start now!"
Following the king's order, the cheers around the arena reached their peak in an instant.
The contestants dispersed one after another, retreated to the guardrail, and stared at their opponents warily!