Returning to the tent, Davion took off his armor and began to pack his luggage.
Normally at this time, Gendry would have rushed forward to help, but today, he stood there with a confused look on his face, his eyes evasive.
Davion noticed his abnormality, looked at him and asked:
"What's the matter, Gendry? Just tell me if you have anything."
Gendry was very entangled in his heart. He wanted to follow Davion as a servant, but he was afraid that he would be rejected by Davion if he spoke out.
But if he didn't say it, he wouldn't give in. He really didn't want to go back to the Smith shop again.
It wasn't until Davion asked that he took a deep breath, his eyes became firm, and he mustered up the courage to say:
"Master, can I always be your attendant? I don't want to go back to the Smith shop."
Davion raised his eyebrows in surprise, stopped packing his luggage, sat on the bed, looked at him and asked:
"You are already very proficient in the Smith skills. If you work for a few more years, you can open your own the Smith shop and become the boss and live a good life. Why would you want to continue to be a servant?"
Gendry pursed his lips, his eyes dimmed a bit, and said slowly:
"Sir, I am an illegitimate child. I was born in a tavern. My mother was a maid in the tavern. She died when I was very young. I only remember that she had golden hair."
"There was once an anonymous person who paid me the apprenticeship fee so that I could become a the Smith apprentice."
"But I was not happy in the Smith's shop. Although Master Tob taught me the skills of blacksmithing, he gave me all the heavy work in the shop and often beat and scolded me."
"If I hadn't improved my forging skills quickly and could help him work, life would have been even worse."
He raised his head, his eyes full of longing:
"I want to be like you, master, and become a brave warrior, gallop on the battlefield and be respected by others!"
"I don't want to be trapped in King's Landing's the Smith shop all my life. That's not the life I want!"
Davion listened to his words and nodded slightly.
Gendry served as an attendant during this period and served him very attentively, and he gradually got used to having someone around to take care of trivial matters.
Moreover, Gendry has a strong physique and excellent foundation. If he undergoes systematic training, he might become the next Robert.
Of course, it's Robert when he was young.
What's more, I got a loyal attendant for nothing, and I don't have to pay wages in the future, so it won't be a loss no matter what.
You must know that what he accepts is not an ordinary slave, but a serious knight's attendant. In essence, the relationship is between master and apprentice, master and servant, and loyalty.
Gendry's ultimate pursuit is to be made a knight by him.
Davion thought for a moment, smiled and nodded:
"I agree to accept you as a squire!"
"But let's start with the ugly words. My Harrenhal is now very dilapidated and the conditions are difficult. It is far worse than the King's Landing. Don't complain about it when the time comes."
Gendry's eyes widened in an instant, and his eyes were filled with light. He nodded with excitement, and his voice was trembling:
"I can endure hardships, I am the best at enduring hardships, sir!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he knelt down on the ground with a thump and kowtowed to Davion.
"Thank you sir, thank you sir for giving me the opportunity!"
Davion is not blocked.
Even if Gendry kowtows a hundred times, he can still bear it. After all, he gave this illegitimate son a chance to change his destiny.
But he didn't expect that this upright kid would be so damned hard.
My forehead was red, and I still had no intention of stopping.
Davion quickly spoke up to stop:
"Okay, okay, stop knocking. If you keep knocking, your brain will be damaged."
"Hurry up and help me pack my luggage. I also have this tent. You can find someone to sell it. You can keep the money you sell and use it as your pocket money."
"Over at the Smith's shop, go and talk to Tob yourself. I believe he is a sensible person and will not embarrass you."
"Okay, sir!"
Gendry Hearing this, he quickly got up, wiped his forehead roughly with his sleeve, and immediately threw himself into the tidying up work.
His movements were several times faster than usual, and his face was full of enthusiasm.
The two packed up, sold the tent, and returned to King's Landing. Gendry hurriedly went to the Smith's shop to say goodbye, while Davion returned to Chataya's brothel alone.
As soon as Davion entered the door, he was called over by Tyrion who had been waiting there early.
Davion walked to the table and sat down, took the wine from Chataya, drank it in one gulp, wiped the corners of his mouth, and asked with a smile:
"Tyrion, why didn't I see you at Tournament Grounds just now?"
Tyrion glared at him angrily:
"It's not because of you!"
"Jaime is seriously injured, both arms are broken, and several ribs are broken. I'm afraid I won't be able to use force again in the next six months, and I'm still fainting now!"
As he spoke, he slapped his hand on the table and raised his voice a bit:
"How could you be so harsh? Are you still my friend?"
"And you and Cersei..."
Tyrion paused for a moment. After all, he didn't have the nerve to say it, so he could only continue to complain.
"No matter what, you can't be so cruel to him!"
Davion understands his mood very well. In Tyrion's heart, Jaime is the best person to him in the world. Even though Jaime is usually arrogant and paranoid, he has never really hurt him.
But Davion still complained in his heart:
"If you knew how Jaime lied to you in the first place, I'm afraid you would only blame me for hitting him too lightly!"
Davion will make it clear to Tyrion sooner or later, but now is not the time.
The timing is wrong, and speaking out will only add to Tyrion's troubles, and may even affect the relationship between the two.
He shrugged and said casually:
"You can't blame me for that. You saw it, he was the one who cut me with his sword first."
And I have shown mercy. The last sword could have cut him into two pieces, but for your sake Tyrion, I spared his life!"
"Without you, even if Cersei came and knelt down to lick me, I would never let Jaime go!"
Tyrion sneered disdainfully:
"I think you are afraid that my father will embarrass you, right?"
"When I went to see Jaime, my father's face was so gloomy that water dripped from his face. How about it, are you afraid?"
Davion said sarcastically:
"I only have a worn-out Harrenhal, what should I be afraid of?"
"Unlike you, you have a brother, a sister, and a powerful father!"
Tyrion was so choked by Davion that he couldn't speak. He could only pick up the wine glass and take a swig of wine to cover up his embarrassment.
Davion looked at him and chuckled, deliberately teasing him:
"Tyrion, you also know that you will never inherit Casterly Rock in this life, right?"
"When I slashed Jaime just now, did you ever think that if I slashed you with that sword, you would be the legitimate heir to Casterly Rock?"
Tyrion's expression instantly became serious, and his tone was serious:
"Davion, this joke is not funny!"
"If I want to be the heir of Casterly Rock, I will use my own means to fight for it."
"And Jaime is not my obstacle!"