The trial of martial arts is simply to use force to decide right or wrong. If there is a conflict, both parties will go out in person or use their agents to fight an endless duel. The weapons used by both sides must be decided and displayed before the competition, and the competition must be conducted in public and in the eyes of the witnesses recognized by both sides. The result of the trial is always considered to be concerned and proved by the gods, even more just than the trial of the court and the ruling of the Lord.


    It''s not the first time that the little devil has tried to prove his innocence by means of a martial arts contest - he played like this when he was in Eagle''s nest - but it''s the one with the most confidence. On the one hand, he knew that he was innocent; on the other hand, he had seen Zhao Mai''s force.


    "I don''t think there are people in the world who can beat you in the arena." Tyrion straightened his napkin, raised his wooden knife and fork, and carefully cut the steak in front of him. In front of him, there was a seven course banquet on the table, and three different flavors of red wine were available at any time. Tyrion has solved the first two and is attacking one of the two main courses, the honey lamb chops.


    "There should be no rival among human beings, but God knows what kind of enemy will jump out. I had a fight with a ghost queen just north of the Great Wall. Maybe there are some secrets and miracles in the world that you and I don''t know. "


    "Secret and magic, you are the biggest one. Mike, did you melt the cold ghost queen with your hot spear Tyrion grinned, mutton rolling around his cheek.


    "You know, I wanted to try that method. Although the strange ghost was cold, it was beautiful enough. She also invited me. But I still used a more secure way to deal with the enemy''s way: cut it, cut it, chop it up, and give her no chance of resurrection. "


    "Wow, you are not a knight."


    "I was not." Zhao Mai shook his head: "if I''m a knight, I should let the beautiful lady have a rest in the sun by the sea, instead of asking her to go around and give you this meal. Don''t you have confidence in my fighting capacity. After the duel, you will be free. Why do you prepare any guillotine? "


    "Form matters." "My father wanted me to die, even if he knew I wasn''t the killer," Tyrion said. You know, as long as I die, or threaten to die, I can make my handsome brother change his mind, take off the imperial Iron Guard cloak, which represents that he can''t marry, and go back to the family territory to get married and have children - I mean the real wife, not his twin sister. This kind of thing is very important to my father. He attaches importance to inheritance, form and procedure, so only this can hurt him. "


    "You can hire me to kill him, give him a hand."


    Tyrion''s small eyes narrowed and looked at Zhao Mai carefully. "I think you''re testing me, Mike. I think about it a lot of times, hire someone to kill him. But there are two things I can''t make up my mind: first, I''m afraid I can''t afford to kill my father; second, if I succeed, I will hurt him more than his failure or his death. But it doesn''t hurt to hear: how are you going to charge for murder? "


    "People like me, who have no integrity, will kill you severely, then go to your father to negotiate, see his offer, and then use his offer to force you. Well, in the end, you''ll have nothing but sell it to me. That''s what the devil does. "


    "Your idea is very good, but the way is not good, because it doesn''t work." Tyrion killed the lamb chops and began to work on the buttered fennel. "Mike, you''re not a bad guy. You don''t look like that at all. I know a few demons. They are not like this


    "It doesn''t matter. I don''t need a devil, I just need a little devil. " Zhao Mai said: "Oh, by the way, do you think it''s better for me to kill my opponent as soon as I come up, or take my time and do it in a dramatic way."


    "Please wait until the match is officially announced. That''s the most anticipated and dramatic way. However, please do not become a tragedy. I''m having a decapitation meal, not really for decapitation! "


    "Well, I like your pragmatism." Zhao Mai stretched out his hand and said, "let''s get to know each other formally. My name is Zhao Mai."


    "Damn, I knew you were testing me. You know my name. I don''t use fake names all day Tyrion shakes hands with Cho Mai, then picks up the knife and fork to eat again. As he chewed, he asked, "I''ve always been very curious about how much territory you have and what kind of enemies you need to use fake names?"


    "The area I really completely control is just over 1000 meters. Within one kilometer, you can easily understand that I am a God. At least I can do most of the bluffing tricks." Zhao Mai said: "but the territory I want to give you to manage is very large. The whole of westero is not equal


    "Then I have something to do. I suddenly felt that I had promised too much. By the way, am I paid? I didn''t promise to give you free work. At the same time, I have to find a way to solve the problem of eating and drinking by myself! "


    "It''s too late to say that. You''ve agreed." Zhao Mai snapped his fingers and said, "but you are very lucky. You don''t eat much, so I don''t care how much you eat. As for your other needs... "Outside the cell came the sound of footsteps. It was Sir Adam of Red Castle, a wise and current man. Under the gold attack of Zhao Mai, he really provided a lot of convenience. "It''s time to go to the arena."


    "Just a moment!" Tyrion quickly gulped down the red wine in his glass and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "How about my image? Is it suitable to attend the martial arts contest?"


    "I don''t mind." Zhao Mai shrugged his shoulders and turned his mouth.


    "I don''t mind? It''s important. " Tyrion opened two short legs of different lengths, straightened his back, and walked out of the dungeon with bright eyes. He climbed the steps step by step and stopped for a while in front of the sunny exit to adjust his eyes to the brightness outside. "They''re all waiting outside to see my jokes, so I don''t want to go out with my hands in my eyes, just like I''m a mouse that can''t walk in the sun."


    "You think too much. You should only care about what you care about and what the people who care about you think. "


    "I only care about myself, no one cares about me." Said Tyrion. He looked up at Zhao Mai: "but it''s not bad, at least after I study hard, someone will appreciate it."


    "Can you believe that if I were as short and as ugly as you, my achievements would be higher than you are now?"


    "I believe it!" Tyrion laughed and went out over the threshold.


    "Wait! I was wrong just now. Can I take it back? " Zhao Mai went straight after him.