Chapter 191: Ringol's Crusade (Thirteen) Tournament at Harrenhal

Ringol and his party rushed to Harrenhal after a long journey.

When he was still far away from the castle, Ringol saw this huge castle, with five towering towers rising straight into the sky, like five fingers.

But Ringor felt a little uncomfortable as soon as he saw the castle. He felt that his blood was a little restless, and he didn't know why.

Sensing that Ringor was not in good condition, Leigon and Alarion looked at each other. Alarion nodded and tapped his legs lightly, causing the horse to slow down and block Ringor. Among the three wandering knights, Lei Geng moved closer and whispered.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ringor shook his head vigorously to expel everything that had just entered his mind. "Let's move on."

Lei Geng nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Ringo couldn't help but recall what he had just seen.

Everything is burning.

Ringol just seemed to see five blazing fingers and a swollen person wailing.

But everything happened in an instant. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, everything returned to normal. Even the abnormal blood flow just seemed to be just an illusion.

At this time, the distant Dragon Nest City.

Long Zell gasped and sat next to Wormisor, letting his partner's saliva lick his head. He leaned against the dragon's head and felt the changes in his son's blood.

"It seems that brat has arrived at Harrenhal."

Wormisor growled.

"Okay, okay, Womisol, that's my son." Longzell smiled bitterly and patted the side of Womisol, whose head could swallow an elephant's head in one bite. "I won't let anything happen to him. It's just a political game played by Harrenhal Viserys. There's no harm in letting that kid take a look."

Long Zell suddenly laughed, and Varal, who jumped off Yinyi's back shirtless, glanced at his brother strangely: "Brother, why are you laughing?" He stayed close to Yinyi for a while and turned around. Shen asked.

"I guess that kid will learn the lesson soon." Long Zell smiled and said, "I hope he likes the love from his father."

Valar couldn't help but shudder, prayed for his nephew in his heart, and continued to serve Silver Wing.

Return to Harrenhal.

Gold is the passport to success.

With the support of abundant funds, Kermit quickly built a large-scale competition venue in front of Harrenhal, and more and more knights came after hearing the news.

Ringol took a closer look at the flags fluttering in the wind and the coat of arms on the shields of the knights coming and going.

Those who came were mainly nobles and knights from the riverlands and the royal territory.

Ringor said in his heart.

"Your Highness, what should we do?" Lei Geng got next to Lingol who was observing the flag of the camp on the high ground. "Do we want to compete?"

Ringor glanced around at the knights who had set up camp, and his hands were indeed itchy.

I am a knight. Ringo told himself in his heart. No knight can resist the charm of tourney.

And participating in a martial arts tournament is also part of the experience.

Ringor made up his mind and said: "Yes, but tell Alarion that we are not pursuing the championship." Ringor said, he also noticed something wrong when counting the flying flags.

Many of the people who came were knights from the royal realm, and few of them were from high nobles, but the owners of several flags that Ringol could recognize had all met in the Red Keep. Especially one of the flags.

A large bat on diagonally divided gold and silver.

"Lucas Rostan?" Ringol was familiar with this crest. Its owner, Lucas Rostan, was Aegon's master of the Red Keep. He was once a member of the Golden Robes of King's Landing. Because of his loyal service, he gained the favor of Prince Daemon, who promoted him to the headmaster of the Red Keep. When Longzel took charge of King's Landing, he retained his position.

It's just that his name as the instructor of the Red Keep is somewhat misplaced. After all, when Aegon and Viserys returned to King's Landing, they had completed their martial arts education and no longer needed the guidance of the instructor of the Red Keep.

Although Lingol is naive in some things, he is still very keen on this kind of issue.

Bats flew to the Riverlands? Without the dragon's permission, the bats in the Red Castle would never covet the number one castle in the Seven Kingdoms.

Ringol had some guesses in his mind.

"Sir Rhaegon, I just heard Hago say that you plan to participate in the competition?" "Beautiful Man" Albin suddenly walked around Alarion and came over. The young man said a little nervously: "Sir, can you help me? Sign up? Or you can vouch for me that I am a true knight."

Ringol glanced at Albin with some confusion, and then smiled with relief.

He understood Albin's situation.

This young man who claims to be a knight is different from Kane and James. The latter two proved their identities in the war, while Albin lives in a peaceful era. Maybe someone knows what he has been talking about. The knight who canonized him would never know a young boy like him.

The condition for participating in the tournament is that you must be a knight.

Although Ringol is also very young, his horse and equipment are enough to prove his wealth and ability, and his shield. The hunter on his shield will make people directly think of the Tully family.

People will not question his identity, but they will doubt their own identity.

So Albin needed a guarantor.

"Okay." Ringo agreed. Not for other reasons, simply because Albin is now his companion, and as the leader of this team, he has the obligation to provide some support to Albin.

Serving as his guarantor is one of them.

Registration went smoothly.

As soon as the guy in charge of registering for the tournament saw the rapier on Ringol's waist, he signed up for them without even looking at the coat of arms.

"Are you two knights too?" Albin looked at Rhaegon and Alarion, who were smiling without saying a word, with a shocked look on their faces, as if they had been deceived.

Seven gods above, he always thought these two were Lingol's attendants.

"Is this important?" Lei Geng smiled and made a face: "Anyway, we signed up successfully, and so did you."

"Don't worry, if you lose your equipment, I will help you win it back." Alarion also said with a smile. After getting to know Albin, Alarion can feel that he is indeed a quite innocent young man. people.

Nothing like those two veteran ruffians.

But Albin quickly accepted it all.

After all, he was the one who was beaten up by Alarion in the first place.

It is much better to be beaten by a young knight who is a bit too much than by a squire.

This is how Albin comforted himself.

A group of people pitched tents near the camp.

Just when night is approaching, it's time to get ready for rest.

Ringol suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

The dragon is coming.