The ensuing cavalry competition did not use lance hedging, which is common among nobles!
That kind of spear hedging is extremely dangerous and can easily lead to death. It is originally a method used by knights to win honors, and is not suitable for this newly reorganized light cavalry.
The core positioning of the cavalry under Davion is light cavalry, focusing on speed, agility, and roundabout pulling.
Therefore, this competition was changed to one-on-one combat, which is more in line with their actual combat needs in the future.
The final winner of the cavalry competition was a cavalryman from House Vance.
Compared with the free riders who wander around, he has received aristocratic training, has adequate nutrition, and has a stronger physical foundation. His physical fitness and endurance are stable and superior to others, so it is reasonable to win the championship.
At this point, all the infantry and cavalry squad captains have been selected, and the champions of the two competitions have successfully received a generous bounty of one hundred Gold Dragon each.
Davion encouraged the soldiers in public, then turned and left the school grounds.
He left full power to Willy Ward for daily military affairs dispatching without interfering too much.
Seeing Davion stand up and leave, Tyrion immediately jumped down from the chair and followed him closely.
After walking out of the school grounds and confirming that no one was around, Tyrion finally couldn't restrain the enthusiasm in his heart and spoke hurriedly.
"Davion, there is no one here now, let me take a good look at it!"
"You said it can breathe fire. Can you find a place to demonstrate it? I have never seen the real Dragonfire with my own eyes!"
Davion nodded slightly and led him into Godswood behind him.
In the center of Godswood, Heart Tree has long since disappeared, leaving only a huge pit.
Davion raised his hand and took off the cloak covering Yunesk's body, and the little guy's whole face was completely exposed to Tyrion's eyes for the first time.
When he saw those small and tender wings, Tyrion was shocked all over!
Immediately he squatted down, held his breath, and carefully reached out to touch the pair of wings.
"Davion, why are its wings so small? It's not a dwarf like me, is it?"
Tyrion couldn't help but think that he had read about Westeros's last dragon in a book.
That dragon died during the reign of Aegon III.
The book describes this dragon as a green, deformed female dragon with withered wings and unable to fly.
It is said that the dragon was not even as big as a cat.
He stared at Yunesk, and the more he looked at it, the more similar he felt, and he secretly speculated in his heart: Could it be that it was also born with stunted development?
He even had some inexplicable resonance and secretly cursed:
"He and I are a good match. He is short in stature and has stubby limbs. Although he has wings, he cannot fly! He is exactly like me!"
Davion couldn't help laughing.
At the same time, Yunesk seemed to understand the taunt, letting out a low growl of dissatisfaction from his throat, and deftly turned sideways to avoid Tyrion's outstretched hand.
"What dwarf? Younesk is still young now, but he will grow up in the future!"
Yes, Yunesk will grow up.
As the level of Davion increases, the level of the messenger will also increase.
Davion I believe Yunesk will not always be so small.
But he has no idea how big it will eventually grow.
"It turns out it's called Yunesk."
Tyrion recited it silently several times in a low voice, his eyes became more intense, and he immediately tried to give orders.
"Younesk, breathe fire!"
"Dragon Breath!"
"Draca Lys!"
He changed several words that he read from ancient books, but Younesk ignored them and just tilted his head lazily, completely ignoring his urging.
Tyrion turned his head helplessly and looked at Davion.
"Davion, we are such good friends, please let him perform once!"
Davion and Younesk have already established a deep spiritual connection. They can communicate with each other with just a look without words.
He gave a slight signal, and Younesk immediately raised his head and opened his mouth, spraying out a thick orange-red flame towards the huge pit below.
It's like Yunesk spat there.
The pit burst into flames.
The pit was completely filled with wet soil, and there was no object to support combustion, but it was still burned by the Dragonfire for several minutes.
After the flames dissipated, the soil was all dry, cracked and caked, and the surface was completely burnt black.
Tyrion opened his mouth in surprise, his face full of shock.
Although the power of Dragonfire is recorded in the book, seeing it in person for the first time was still very shocking.
Dragonfire's domineering power is far more terrifying than described in words.
Davion smiled slightly and asked:
"How's it going? Are you satisfied? How do you feel about the power?"
Tyrion sighed in a deep voice:
"A flame that can melt steel! It truly lives up to its reputation!"
Davion attaches great importance to Tyrion.
Tyrion is extremely intelligent and adept at Machiavellian governance.
If he can be taken under his command, then he can be a hands-off shopkeeper and don't have to take care of anything, just be responsible for fighting.
Just like Mad King and Tywin.
Even after Mad King went crazy, Tywin was able to manage the country in order.
Seeing Tyrion almost obsessed with Younesk, Davion said seductively.
"Tyrion, you like Yunesk so much, do you want to stay next to it every day, observe and study it up close?"
Hearing this, Yunesk immediately snorted dissatisfiedly at Davion.
Tyrion's eyes instantly brightened:
"What do you mean? You want to give it to me?"
Davion slapped Tyrion's Tianling cover.
"Master Tyrion, what you think is wonderful! You don't have to pay anything, you just want me to give you the dragon?"
Tyrion chuckled.
"Aren't we good friends?"
Davion put away his smile and said seriously.
"Tyrion, as you can see, my Harrenhal is ready for use."
"Now I only have Pia and Willy Ser Ward, who are both civil and military to help me take care of my affairs. But they are loyal, but their knowledge and vision are limited after all."
"Can you stay at Harrenhal and help me? With your knowledge and mind, I believe you can make my territory prosperous."
Tyrion looked at Davion with astonishment on his face.
As a dwarf, he has been looked down upon, ridiculed and discriminated against all his life. No one has ever recognized his abilities so directly and firmly, and even took the initiative to seriously invite him to assist.
For a moment, there was an inexplicable warmth in his heart that he had found out.
"Davion, do you want me... to be Harrenhal's butler?"
Davion spread his hands.
"That's right, you're fine now anyway. You can manage in Harrenhal for a few years first to accumulate experience in territorial management. Then when you return to Casterly Rock in the future, you can better take over the family affairs. Get the best of both worlds, how nice!"
Although Tyrion was very touched that Davion could value himself so much.
But after thinking about it, he still shook his head and refused.
"Davion, your idea is very beautiful, but you forgot, I am Lannister!
Even if I am willing to stay in Harrenhal, my father Tywin will never allow a Lannister to be a housekeeper for another family!"