socalfunplaces Chapter 99 The First Baturu of the Seven Kingdoms
Chapter 99 The First Baturu of the Seven Kingdoms
Chapter 99 The First Baturu of the Seven Kingdoms
When he came to his senses, Lancel was already hunting in the woods with King Robert, carrying a wine flask.
He was still holding two rabbits by their ears, which showed that Robert's harvest was not very plentiful, hence the king's apparent dissatisfaction.
King Robert, clumsy and carrying a short spear, snatched the wine flask from Lancel's hand: "What are you standing there for, you damned Lannister?!"
After a hearty drinking session, Robert felt incredibly refreshed and casually shoved the wine flask into Lancel's arms.
Lancel lowered his head and staggered back two steps.
Just then, Sir Barristan and the red-robed monk Thoros from Mill took Lancel's place after Robert.
"Whoosh!"
A wild boar burst out of the forest, panting, seemingly startled.
The guards surrounding Robert immediately went on high alert.
"Get out of my way!" Robert barked rudely, brandishing his short spear and pulling Barristan and Soros aside.
The king's temperament was naturally well understood by his courtiers and guards who were always by his side.
When the king said to move aside, no one dared to stop him. Even Sir Barristan could only open his mouth and stand helplessly to the side.
He'd better not say anything, since King Robert, in a fit of rage, had on several occasions called Renly and Eddard Targaryen spies in a fit of rage.
Sighing, Barristan shook his head helplessly, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword as he stood aside.
Soros of Mil, the red-robed monk skilled in fire-sword tricks, was also flushed and swaying behind Robert.
He was the only one who could follow Robert around, because Lancel's sommelier duties had now been taken over by him.
Well, judging from his flushed face and unsteady gait, it's easy to tell that he also works as a hostess.
The wild boar was panting heavily, its eyes bloodshot. When it saw the human, who was about the same size as it, walking towards it, the frightened boar immediately turned and charged at the human.
"Soros, don't follow us! Watch how your king deals with him!"
Robert staggered slightly, but managed to stand, holding his short spear, and turned to give instructions to the red-robed monk.
The king was full of confidence; over the years, he had killed at least thirty, if not fifty, wild boars of this size.
Robert could be said to be the number one boar hunter in the entire Seven Kingdoms!
Whoosh!
The short spear flew from his hand and pierced towards the wild boar.
puff!
Robert's smile froze on his face as his perfectly aimed spear struck the ground, leaving the boar unharmed!
boom!
The boar didn't slow down, moving so fast that no one had time to react. Robert was pierced through by the tusks of this boar, which was as big as a mountain of flesh!
"His Majesty!"
Soros was now sober. The King of Light was above him, and the damn king was bleeding profusely right before his eyes. He was dazed and confused. He knew he wouldn't survive if he went back.
With a whoosh, Soros drew his sword and charged toward the boar that was entangled with Robert.
At the same time, Barristan and the other Kingsguards rushed towards them with their guards.
puff!puff!puff!
Soros gripped the sword with both hands and stabbed the boar three times in its vital areas. With the last thrust, the sword broke in two, leaving half of the blade inside the boar's body.
The red-robed monk cursed his bad luck. His sword had been forged by Tob Mot, a top-notch weapon-forging master who disapproved of Soros's wasteful use of fire sword tricks on steel.
Therefore, Soros's swords were basically "broken swords" made from worthless scraps and offcuts.
Normally, Soros would soak the sword in wildfire, apply a thin layer, and light it, and that would be enough. But today, when he was using it properly, the sword really didn't give him, a follower of the Lord of Light, any face he asked, and it bent inwards without warning.
Fortunately, Sir Barristan and his men arrived and, each with a sword, sent the boar to its death.
Turn the boar off Robert; it was riddled with holes and bleeding profusely, covering the king completely from head to toe.
But the king could still laugh: "Look, it was my blade that killed it!"
The group looked over and saw that the king was holding a blood-stained dagger, and there was a bright, blood-sucking gash on the boar's neck.
Robert certainly dealt the "mountain of flesh" the most fatal blow, but right now, no one had time to flatter him or say, "You're really awesome, King!"
Let's hurry and send them back to see if there's any hope of recovery!
The group quickly lifted Robert, who was not much lighter than a wild boar, and hurried back.
Lancel was completely terrified, standing there trembling all over. To onlookers, this Lannister boy was simply scared out of his wits by the scene before him.
Lancel was truly terrified. Only he knew what kind of wine he had given Robert and how much Robert had drunk.
No! It was that damned fatso who drank too much and was careless, which is why he was seriously injured by the wild boar. It's all his fault!
Robert was carried back to the Red Keep, but his injuries were too severe, and they hurriedly wrapped him up like a mummy.
After the death of Maester Paisley, the old Maester Payne, sent by the Citadel, was now covered in blood, looking distressed and at a loss.
Right now, a small piece of the fang is still inside Robert's stomach.
But he couldn't get it out at all. Robert's wound would bleed profusely at the slightest touch. Maester Payne had no idea how to save Robert except by feeding him poppy milk. Even stopping the bleeding was a problem.
The royal family and important ministers were pacing anxiously outside Robert's room.
The only missing figure was the king's squire, Lancel Lannister.
Of course, no one suspected him; he was just a lowly servant who had been scared out of his wits.
"Sir Barristan! Why did you fail to protect your king?!"
Queen Cersei, her face contorted with rage and her eyes red-rimmed, questioned the blood-soaked Kingsguard and the red-robed monk Thoros.
She was such a good wife, so worried about her husband's safety.
"At that time, His Majesty the King..."
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Lancel nervously entered the flea nest, constantly looking back as if afraid someone was following him.
Suddenly, a large hand reached out from the dark alley beside him and placed on Lancel's shoulder.
"Who!" Lancel exclaimed, startled.
"Follow me!"
After the man spoke, Lancel recognized him. It was this same burly man who had left a black handprint on his splendid clothes that day, and Lancel still vividly remembered the man's breath, which could suffocate prostitutes.
Lancel breathed a sigh of relief and followed the burly man through the streets and alleys, soon arriving at Rolger's underground arena once again.