Robert stood on Main Stand, listening to the cheers of the people in the audience for Davion, a trace of imperceptible jealousy flashed in his eyes.
Once upon a time, he stood in the middle of the crowd, surrounded and cheered by countless people!
Looking at Davion standing in the middle of the field, raising his arms and roaring, he seemed to see himself holding up the war hammer and roaring after Trident hammered Rhaegar to death.
At that time, he was so high-spirited, invincible on the battlefield, and accepted everyone's admiration.
But now, the years have faded away his sharp edge, leaving only a body of fat and endless weariness.
"Bullshit Seven Kingdoms is number one. He's just a kid with no hair on his head. If he goes to a real battlefield, he might be so scared that he wets his pants!"
Robert cursed in a low voice, his tone full of unwillingness.
The cheers were still deafening.
It wasn't until Robert led a group of ministers and guards to the center of the arena that the noisy crowd gradually quieted down.
The cheers also became fainter, and everyone's eyes were focused on the king.
Robert glanced around and his eyes fell on the civilian audience around him.
Seeing that their eyes were still looking at me with admiration and gratitude, most of the depression in my heart instantly dissipated, and I was secretly proud:
"I am still the Robert·Baratheon who is loved by the people!"
His mood improved a lot. When he looked at Davion, there was even a rare smile on his face:
"Boy, you need to use the edge of the sword to cut people, do you know? Just now, instead of cutting Kingslayer, you hit them with the back of the sword. It's so disappointing!"
Davion nodded slightly, with a calm smile on his face and said nothing.
At this time, there was a sound of slightly heavy breathing beside him.
Davion turned around and saw that Gendry had quietly entered the arena at some point, still holding his helmet in his arms.
He looked at Robert with eyes full of excitement.
Robert also noticed this sturdy young man. For some reason, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and closeness in his heart, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
He pointed at Gendry, looked at Davion and asked:
"Bat boy, is this boy your attendant?"
Davion's eyes flashed with amusement, and he smiled secretly in his heart:
When father and son meet, they don't know each other, and they laugh and ask whether the boy is the attendant? Interesting!
He responded with a smile:
"His name is Gendry. He is a temporary attendant I hired from the Smith shop. When Hand's Tourney is over, he will return to the Smith shop."
Gendry was originally looking at Robert with excitement, but when he heard Davion's words, he was instantly stunned.
The smile on his face froze, and the excitement in his eyes faded little by little, replaced by deep disappointment.
Being Davion's attendant for the past few days, although he had to clean weapons, maintain armor, feed horses and serve food every day, and was burdened with trivial matters, he felt much more comfortable than at the Smith's shop.
He felt that this was the happiest few days he had ever had since he was a child!
He was so happy that he forgot that he was just a temporary servant and would eventually return to the Smith shop.
Robert nodded, moved sideways to stand in front of Gendry, looked him up and down, reached out and patted his shoulder heavily, and praised:
"You're in really good shape, and you're a great guy! Can you still blacksmith?"
Gendry bowed slightly and said in a low voice:
"Yes, His Grace the King, I grew up in the Smith shop and learned blacksmithing from the master."
"You have such a good figure, you are a good material to be a warrior. It would be a pity to be the Smith!"
Robert encouraged him a few words, patted his shoulder, then turned back to Davion, cleared his throat, and announced loudly:
"I declare that the champion of Melee of the Seven this time is Davion·He'an! The reward is 15,000 Gold Dragon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience burst into even louder cheers.
"Bat Knight! Bat Knight!"
"Seven Kingdoms is first! Seven Kingdoms is first!"
"Long live the king! Long live the king!"
Robert was very satisfied with the "knowledge" of the civilians. He did not forget to bring him as the king with him when cheering. With a proud smile on his face, he waved to the audience and led the ministers out of the arena.
He didn't notice that the first person to shout "Long live the King" quietly disappeared into the crowd after shouting a few times. It was obviously deliberately arranged by someone.
After Robert and others left, Littlefinger Petyr·Baelish came over with a few men and carrying two bags of Gold Dragon.
He still had that impeccable smile on his face, and the look he looked at Davion was exactly the same as when he presented the award last time, without any change.
It seems that Davion winning the championship is just a trivial matter to him.
"Davion Earl, congratulations, you actually won the double championship in one fell swoop. I lost a lot Gold Dragon."
Littlefinger's tone was a bit joking, but there was no emotion in his eyes.
He did not change his view of Davion just because Davion won the championship.
In his eyes, Davion is just a powerful chess piece and the face of a queen.
He has seen many people with strong martial arts.
Jaime, Barristan, the Mountain, Loras, all of them are top knights, but they are just chess pieces after all.
Being driven like a dog by the king, Tywin, and Renly will not affect the general trend of Westeros at all.
As for the queen's appearance, he also knew a few of them, but in Cersei's heart, those people could not even compare to Jaime's hair.
Therefore, from Littlefinger's point of view, Davion is still the down-and-out young lord of Harrenhal, a little person who can be killed easily by just using his brain!
Although Davion doesn't know what Littlefinger is thinking, he can also understand that what he has shown so far has no value in the eyes of this group of people who are playing power.
Perhaps the most attractive thing about Littlefinger in him is the title Harrenhal Earl.
Coincidentally, according to the original plot, Littlefinger finally obtained Harrenhal.
Before his own power rises, Davion does not want to have too many interactions with such a deep-minded person.
He nodded politely and said:
"It seems that Mr. Baelish is not very well informed, hahahaha!"
As soon as these words were spoken, in Littlefinger's eyes, Davion looked more like a silly boy who had never seen the world.
Littlefinger also laughed a few times and signaled his subordinates to hand over the gold coins to Davion:
"These are the bonuses for this time. I won't disturb Davion Earl from celebrating the victory."
After saying that, he nodded to Davion, turned around and left with his men.
As the emcee loudly announced the successful conclusion of this Hand's Tourney, Davion took Gendry and turned back to his tent.
The surrounding audience gradually dispersed until Davion's figure disappeared from sight, and gathered together in twos and threes, discussing what Hand's Tourney had seen this time.