Chapter 151 I request a

"My Lannister giant."

Tyrion said to himself, her tears were sentimental, her story was tear-jerking, and her enemy was himself.

He had saved everyone and this sinful city. But now everyone was laughing, and those smiling faces pierced his soul like a sharp knife.

Their mouths twisted in joy, their stomachs trembled, and many people laughed so hard that snot splashed out of their nostrils.

What did Cersei promise her? Tyrion looked at Shae's face in grief.

"I confess." He looked up at his father's light green golden eyes, "I plead guilty!"

Lord Tywin remained silent. Prince Oberyn was a little disappointed: "You admit that you poisoned the king?"

"I have nothing to say about this," Tyrion said, "I am innocent of Joffrey's death. I committed a more terrible crime."

He took a step closer to his father. "I was born. I lived. My sin was being born a dwarf, and I repent for it. And no matter how many times my good father forgave me, I continued my ugly deeds."

"Ridiculous! Tyrion," Lord Tywin declared. "Just explain the problem. This is not a trial for dwarfs."

"No, my lord, my whole life has been a trial for dwarfs."

"Did you not defend yourself?"

"Nothing else - I didn't do it, but now I wish I had done it." He turned his face to the hall, facing a sea of ​​white faces, "I wish I had enough poison to deal with all of you. The only thing you regret is that I can't be the monster you imagine.

I am innocent, but I can't get justice here. You leave me no choice but to turn to the gods in heaven.

I demand a trial by combat!!!"

"Have you lost your mind?" his father shouted.

"No, I finally found it. I demand a trial by combat!"

"He has the power, your honor," Queen Cersei reminded her father and Prince Oberyn.

Lord Tywin was silent for a while, then angrily hammered the table.

"Do you have a proxy knight to prove your innocence? Or are you going to go on stage yourself?" The jury judge, Lord Rowan, asked him.

"Of course, my Lords." An unexpected person stood up in the jury, "He has a proxy knight."

The silver-haired figure quickly became the focus of the entire hall.

The hall was terribly quiet for a moment, and all eyes were on Cole, who said, "Gods are witnesses. I, Cole Julius, will serve as a proxy knight for my old friend Tyrion to prove his innocence."

Cersei hesitated for a moment, then said angrily, "Ser Gregor Clegane will be Joffrey's proxy knight. He just returned to the city the night before yesterday. Let the gods judge."

Cole saluted Tyrion slightly, then sat down quietly, as if it was just a small episode.

"The trial will be held tomorrow," Lord Tywin Lannister regained his composure after a while, and then announced. He stood up and left, his face terribly gloomy.

Tyrion had a rare good night's sleep. When Cole stood up, his heart seemed to fall from the sky.

Anyway, if they win, they will go together, just like in the Eyrie. If they lose, they will go together.

The next day, he got up from the bed with full energy. He asked to leave to meet his acting knight.

When he came to Cole's yard, he was sharpening his sword with a grindstone.

Cole smiled slightly, "Tyrion, I didn't expect that every time I see you, I have to conduct a trial by combat."

The little devil sat aside, "Gods above, do you know what the singers call you?"

"Dwarf Redeemer."

The two smiled at each other.

Tyrion still asked with a little concern: "How about that big guy? He is almost eight feet tall, weighs thirty stones, and is full of muscles. His weapon is a two-handed giant sword, but he uses it with only one hand, and can split a person in half with one blow. His armor is so heavy that no one except him can wear it, or even move it."

"I am much more flexible than him, Tyrion."

He frowned and looked at the armor on Cole, "Although so, isn't your armor too... too thin."

There is only a set of outer chain mail, knee pads, neck guards, arm armor, and white bird cloak, a round point half helmet.

"Don't panic, Tyrion. Garlan will lend me a set of plate armor." Cole said.

"Will that rose boy be so kind?"

"I don't know how kind he is, but Margaery Tyrell also drank that glass of wine, maybe they will think you want to kill her together."

"It's not me who killed Joffrey." The dwarf declared again.

"I know, I just want to tell you why Margaery was fine after drinking that glass of wine?"

Tyrion was stunned and asked in confusion, "She did drink it, but she didn't seem to drink the last glass?"

Cole shrugged, "I'm so far away, how can I see clearly."

The Tyrell family sent a set of plate armor without any emblems on it. Cole asked the servants to carry the armor, and then they walked to the arena.

The outer courtyard of the castle was chosen as the duel arena, and it was already crowded with people.

Someone even brought stools.

The golden cloak pushed out a path for the protagonist, and when Cole and others walked into the center of the square, the civilians pointed and talked because of Tyrion's appearance.

Cersei and his proxy knight, Ser Gregor Clegane, had been waiting for a long time. He was wearing a set of heavy armor from head to toe, looking like a small iron mountain. His huge helmet was tightly attached to his throat, leaving only a breathing hole for his mouth and nose, and a narrow hole next to his eyes for observation.

In front of him was an ugly giant sword, the same size as Stark's heirloom "Ice". Ordinary people had to raise both hands to barely lift this sword, but the Mountain only needed one hand.

On the high platform, Prince Martell and Lord Tywin were sitting at the top.

The High Septon, wearing a tall crystal crown and dragging a long church robe behind him, walked up slowly. He held up the seven-color crystal, praying for the Father to make a judgment, and praying for the warriors to give strength and courage to the righteous side.

Someone handed the Mountain a seven-pointed star shield.

José and Duran put on the outer half armor for Cole. When every knot and rivet hook was connected, Cole pulled out two swords from the scabbards in the hands of the servants with a clang.

He really wanted to use two swords.

The Mountain came with big strides, and Cole adjusted his armor and stepped forward.

Every time they approached, Tyrion's heart beat violently, until they were about five meters away, the Mountain raised the ugly giant sword and chopped it down.

Get out of the way, get out of the way, Tyrion prayed in his heart.

But soon his eyes brought him a desperate picture, Cole stood like a rock without moving.