Chapter 151 I demand "trial by combat"

Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

Chapter 151 I demand "trial by combat"

"My Lannister giant."

Tyrion thought silently in his heart, her tears are sentimental, her stories are tear-jerking, and her enemy is herself.

He has obviously saved everyone and this sinful city. But now everyone is laughing at him, and the smiling faces one after another are like sharp knives piercing his soul.

Their mouths twisted in joy, their stomachs trembled, and many laughed so hard that snot flew from their nostrils.

What did Cersei promise for her? Tyrion looked at Shae's face sadly.

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

Duke Tywin remained silent. Prince Oberyn was slightly disappointed: "You admit that you poisoned the king?"

"I have nothing to say about that," Tyrion said. "As for Joffrey's death, I am innocent. I committed a far more terrible crime."

He took a step closer to his father. "I was born. I lived in the world. My sin was to be born as a dwarf, and I regret it. And no matter how many times my good father forgives me, I continue my ugly behavior.

."

"Absurd! Tyrion," Lord Tywin declared, "just tell the story. This is not a trial of dwarfs."

"Wrong, sir, my life is a trial for dwarfs."

"Don't you have anything to defend yourself?"

"Nothing else - I haven't done it, but now I hope I did it." He turned his face to the hall, facing a sea of ​​whitewashed faces, "I hope I have prepared enough poison

To deal with all of you, the only thing I regret is that I can't become the monster you imagined.

I am innocent, but I cannot get justice here. You have given me no choice but to turn to the gods in heaven.

I demand trial by combat!!!”

"Have you lost your mind?" my father yelled.

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

"He has that power, your honor." Queen Cersei reminded her father and Prince Oberon.

Lord Tywin was silent for a while, then slammed the table in anger.

"Do you have an acting knight to prove your innocence? Or are you planning to go on your own?" the associate judge, Count Rowan, asked him.

"Of course, my lords." An unexpected person stood up in the jury box, "He has an acting knight."

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

For a moment, the hall was eerily quiet, and all eyes were on Cole. All they heard was, "As witnesses, I, Cole Julius, will fight for my old friend Tyrion as a proxy knight to prove his innocence.

"

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

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

"The trial will take place tomorrow," Lord Tywin Lannister took a while to regain his composure, and then announced. He stood up and left, his face terrifyingly gloomy.

Tyrion had a rare and peaceful sleep at night. When Cole stood up, his heart seemed to have dropped from high in the sky.

In any case, if they win, they will leave together, just like in the Eyrie. If they lose, they will leave together.

The next day he got up from bed in high spirits and asked to leave to see his deputy knight.

Arriving at Cole's yard, he was sharpening his sword with a whetstone.

Cole smiled slightly and said, "Tyrion, I never thought I would have to have a trial by combat every time I see you."

The little devil sat aside and said, "My God, do you know what the singers call you?"

"The Dwarf Redeemer."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Tyrion was still slightly worried and asked: "What 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 only uses it with one hand.

A single blow can split a man in half. His armor is so heavy that no one but him can wear it or even carry it."

"I'm much more flexible than he is, Tyrion."

He frowned and looked at the armor on Cole's body, "Having said that, isn't your armor too...too thin?"

There is only a set of outer chain mail, knee pads, neck guards, gauntlets, a white bird cloak, and a round-pointed half helmet.

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

"Can that rose boy be so kind?"

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

"I didn't harm Joffrey." The dwarf declared again.

"I know, I just want to tell you, why is it okay for Margaery to drink that glass of wine?"

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

Cole shrugged, "I'm so far away, I can't see clearly."

The Tyrell family sent a set of plate armor without any heraldic marks on it. Cole asked his servants to carry the armor, and then they walked to the competition ground.

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

Someone even brought stools.

The golden robe pushed out a walkway for the protagonist, and when Cole and the others walked into the center of the square, the appearance of Tyrion caused the civilians to point and point.

Cersei and her deputy knight Ser Gregor Clegane have been waiting for a long time. He is wearing a set of heavy armor from head to toe, which looks like a small iron mountain. His huge helmet is fastened to the throat, only covering his mouth and nose.

There are breathing holes left and a narrow hole next to the eyes for observation.

What was stuck in front of him was an ugly giant sword, the same size as Stark's heirloom "Ice". An ordinary person would have to raise both hands to lift this sword, but the Mountain only needed one hand.

Already.

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

The archbishop, wearing a tall crystal crown and dragging a long cassock behind him, slowly walked forward. He held up the seven-color crystal and prayed for judgment from Heavenly Father and prayed for the warrior to give strength and courage to the righteous side.

Someone handed the Magic Mountain a seven-pointed star shield.

Jose and Duran put on Cole's outer half-armor. When every knot and rivet was connected, with a clang, Cole pulled out two swords from the scabbard in the attendant's hand.

Hand with sword.

He really wants to use two swords.

The Magic Mountain came striding forward, Cole moved his armor and stepped forward.

Every time they took a step closer, Tyrion's heart beat fiercely. Until they were about five meters away, the Mountain raised the ugly sword and slashed down.

Get away, get away, Tyrion prayed in his heart.

But soon his eyes brought him a picture of despair. Cole stood motionless like a rock.
Chapter completed!