The inhabitants of King's Landing were whispering, and Jaime quickly led the two out of King's Landing's largest resting place, where some guards were already waiting to escort them to the Imperial Plaza beneath the castle.

The sun hung high in the sky, adding a heat to the many gray-yellow buildings.

The Roman city exudes charm, but the life-and-death contest of Tyrion looks more like a celebration to King's Landing, with almost everyone smiling and looking forward to the event.

As the Imperial Plaza approached, more and more people gathered nearby, civilians stopped and talked on both sides, and some vendors also lowered their heads and looked at the group with inexplicable eyes.

Flags hunt in mid-air, and this is Westeros' Heartlanding.

Winnie liked the atmosphere very much, and kept looking at the strange characteristic buildings on both sides along the way, like a child who had discovered a new toy, and listened carefully to the conversations of the people nearby, most of them about his appearance and the odds of winning the competition, and this voice could not hide from him.

What an unfriendly city.

Yi Huan suddenly smiled at the worried Jaime on the side, much to his surprise.

At this time, the top of the Imperial Square was already crowded with people, and the steps up the two steps were full of layers and layers, and almost a third of the people in King's Landing were here, and those with a little status would not miss this competition.

However, the royal family and envoys had not yet arrived, and some important ministers were also taking their seats one after another, and after Jaime brought Yi Huan to the side of the room, he turned and sat on the high platform.

Winnie found a shady place to sit under the tent, and Yi Huan raised her eyes. Observing the people present this time. Sitting across the field is the Magic Mountain. As others have described, the heavy armor on his body makes him look like a solid castle.

His tall stature prevented him from even sitting on a wooden chair, but on a large rock.

A dead man, Yi Huan's gaze gently slid across the magic mountain, and the regent Cersei had already arrived, sitting in the middle of the high platform, staring at Yi Huan with a strange gaze.

It may have been paying attention to this surrogate knight who suddenly appeared, so Yi Huan turned his head and met her gaze. But Cersei didn't dodge, still staring at him motionlessly.

The woman who was more bored than Winnie, Yi Huan looked at her, the Prime Minister, the Duke of Windsor, the eunuch, and many people who Yi Huan couldn't name were here, after all, there were too many characters in the Song of Ice and Fire.

Then there was Prince Oberon, noticing Yi Huan's gaze, and he nodded at Yi Huan.

"Sure enough, let's look at Cersei." Yi Huan was not interested in the medieval culture of ice and fire, and once again turned his gaze back to the face of the beautiful queen, who was more beautiful than he had imagined. Jaime is a very happy kid, and he hooked up with his sister when they didn't guess.

But this time. A gloomy voice sounded behind him, "Even if I am a blind man who has just gained light, I will not waste a moment on her face. ”

The gloomy Tyrion slowly entered under the escort of two guards, his hands and feet were shackled, he looked at Yi Huan, his face was a little unnatural, even if he already knew the result, he was still a little nervous at this time.

"This dress is much better than the black robe." In order to stop worrying about death, Tyrion forced himself to be more energetic and joked to Yi Huan.

But Yi Huan didn't appreciate it, and only gave a faint response, "Is this the conclusion you learned in the brothel?" ”

Tyrion pouted, he knew what Yi Huan was, and he wouldn't be unhappy with the wizard.

At the end of the staccato conversation, the Grand Scholar of the Kingdom walked to the venue amid a low cheer, and the old man, who was over half a hundred years old, opened the prelude to the jousting trial in a lethargic voice.

"In the Presence of the Gods and You, we are gathered here ......"

A lengthy phrase made Yi Huan doze off when he heard it, knowing that he had slept very little since he became a wizard, especially since he also had Merlin's dragon ring.

Obviously, everyone on the stage also knew the temperament of this scholar, and preemptively played the starting music, but the scholar was interrupted by the voice, looked left and right, and hurriedly walked off the venue.

The jousting trial began.

The Demon Mountain shook its huge body and stood up, drawing a long sword that was almost half his body tall with the help of others, and the heavy iron armor made a clattering footstep and a rustling sound with every step on the ground.

With his appearance, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers from the high platform.

Tyrion looked at Yi Huan a little nervously, his lips trembling and he didn't speak.

The magic mountain in the venue stood there motionless, as if it was discharging a threat of death to Yi Huan, but unfortunately it was useless to Yi Huan, shaking his head boringly, Yi Huan walked up slowly.

The high platform fell silent for a moment, and the nobles, commoners, and ladies all looked at the strange visitor silently, but Yi Huan didn't look at the magic mountain, and there was no other action, but looked at the interesting expressions of the people on the stage with interest.

"The jousting has begun." Oberon kindly reminded him.

Yi Huan shrugged his shoulders and said lightly, "I know. ”

His nonchalant attitude angered the Demon Mountain behind him, and he roared angrily, picking up his long sword to cut off Yi Huan.

Everyone in the stands tensed, including Cersei and Oberon, the former was concerned about Tyrion's life and death, while the latter felt that this blow was unavoidable, because neither the angle nor the face could be resisted.

What is this, Oberon frowned.

But before those noble ladies covered their eyes to avoid this cruel scene, Yi Huan's figure disappeared in front of the magic mountain in an instant, as if it had disintegrated and melted, and appeared on the other side in the blink of an eye.

"What's going on?"

"What just happened?!"

With the appearance of the scene just now, there was an instant uproar on the high platform, only the corners of Tyrion's mouth showed a sneer, ice and fire used to be in the high demon world, but now it is in the low demon It has long lost the concept of magic.

In the eyes of the people of Westeros today, only tall knights, hard armor and sharp swords can represent force, and magic has long been a legend, and few people have even heard of it, let alone seen it with their own eyes.

And the duel and the contest are just swordsmanship and force battles, which have lasted for I don't know how many years, and the short-distance shape-shifting and shadow-changing magic that has just changed the noise has shocked everyone.

The concept of wizards has been lost, and the understanding of magic has been lost, and a large number of inferior people who pretend to be ghosts call themselves wizards, which also makes people's impression of this profession decline more and more.

"A boring low-magic world." Yi yawned boredly. (To be continued......)