Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 18: Unexpected Champion

Gavin politely saluted Willas and said, "Nice to meet you, Lord Willas, my name is Gavin Flowers." Willas also responded with a smile, "I've heard Edmund talk about you before, I didn't expect that you have such extraordinary swordsmanship at such a young age." With that, the three of them walked into the banquet together.

At the banquet, Gavin and Vilas sat next to each other. Vilas talked to Gavin just out of politeness at first, but as the conversation deepened, the two chatted more and more happily. Vilas was surprised to find that although Gavin was young, he spoke maturely and steadily.

Whether it is the analysis of current affairs or the insight into human nature, Gavin can always come up with novel and unique insights, as if there is a treasure trove of wisdom hidden in his mind.

Especially when it comes to the issue of territorial development, the solutions proposed are both pragmatic and forward-looking.

Vilas looked at Gavin, his eyes full of admiration and praise. Gavin's clear logic and unique insights impressed Vilas.

Every point Gavin expounds is clear and well-reasoned, which makes his words seem to have an invisible magic that can make people immersed in it involuntarily.

Willas thought secretly in his heart: "This person is really a rare talent. If he can be brought to the Tyrell family, he will definitely add a strong force to the family. It's a pity that he is an illegitimate child." Willas's mind began to work rapidly, thinking about what method he should use to impress Edmund so as to poach him from his good friend.

The banquet soon came to an end. Before leaving, Willas invited Edmund and Gavin, saying, "After the archery and group competitions, the castle will hold a banquet to celebrate my sister's thirteenth name day. Edmund, remember to bring Gavin along." Edmund agreed with a smile.

In the spacious and independent tent, Gavin was carefully cleaning his equipment. Sir Edmund had specially prepared a well-made hard bow for him. At this time, Tommen gently lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in.

"Captain, I've found out," Tommen said.

Gavin stopped what he was doing and looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

"The odds of you winning the archery competition are 1 to 10. If it's a team competition, the odds are 1 to 10, and if you are the only winner, the odds can be up to 1 to 20." Tommen finished speaking in one breath, with a complicated expression on his face, showing both surprise at the high odds and concern about Gavin's prospects in the competition.

Without waiting for Gavin to speak, Tommen hurriedly said, "Captain, do you really want to vote for us all?"

Gavin said without hesitation: "Vote"

Tommen frowned and said with difficulty: "But, Captain, this risk is too great. If..."

Gavin interrupted him: "There is no if, risks and opportunities coexist, I have confidence."

Tommen looked at Gavin's determined expression and gritted his teeth. "Okay, Captain, I'll listen to you. Besides, the brothers will also spend all their wealth to support you."

Gavin patted Tommen on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you down."

Tommen nodded and turned to arrange the betting. Gavin continued to organize his equipment, his eyes full of confidence.

This time, participating in the tournament for the family, no matter what the result is, there are risks. Sir Edmund specially gave Gavin 1000 gold dragons as a reward for his participation in the battle for the family. Gavin, who happened to hear about the gambling, did not hesitate to ask Tommen to inquire about it, and invested all the money on himself in order to double his wealth.

At this time, Gavin has made full preparations, and is only waiting for the moment of the competition to come so that his wealth can increase significantly.

There was a large open space in front of the High Garden. The sunlight shone on the open space, outlining a golden color. This was where the archery competition was held.

Under the castle, a huge stand was erected, like a towering mountain. On the stand, nobles dressed in gorgeous clothes were chatting elegantly or gazing at the field below with interest.

The rules of the competition are clear and explicit. The contestants first face a target 100 steps away, and each has five chances to shoot. If the contestant hits all the targets, the target will move back 5 steps, and the target will be reduced in size, and this will repeat until the last contestant is the champion.

"Ready to shoot!" The referee's voice sounded like a loud bell.

Gavin stood on the field, listening to the referee's instructions, bending his bow and shooting the arrow, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, his eyes were firm and focused. He was concentrating and calm, as if all the noise around him had nothing to do with him.

His beautiful silver hair fell on his shoulders like a waterfall, shining with a charming luster under the sunlight. This silver hair complemented his handsome appearance and upright heroic posture, attracting the noble women in the stands. They asked each other about the identity of this player.

Willas, who was also sitting in the stands, teased Edmund and said, "Haha, it seems that your nephew is very charming. Look at these ladies, they are all fascinated by him." Edmund couldn't help but show a proud look on his face when he heard it, and replied with a smile: "Of course, this is the blood of my family."

As the competition progressed, Gavin's performance was amazing. Every time he pulled the bow, it was steady and powerful, and every arrow seemed to be given life and flew accurately to the target.

By the 180th step, the target had turned into a cup-sized disc that was barely visible even to the naked eye.

At this time, there were only two people left on the field, and Gavin was one of them. He took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing and rhythm. At this moment, Gavin was already feeling a little tired. If the winner could not be determined after reaching 200 steps, he might have to use the precious energy points he just got.

Gavin held the bow tightly in his hand, staring at the distant and tiny target, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He silently calculated the distance and angle in his mind, thinking about how to complete this almost impossible challenge without using energy points. At this time, his opponent was also struggling, and his slightly trembling hands revealed his inner tension and anxiety.

Suddenly, several girls in the stands shouted Gavin's name with red faces, and the shouts were like a wave. This behavior actually made the opponent's condition worse.

The opponent's already tense nerves became even more fragile amidst the cheers, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, causing his arrow to miss the target.

Gavin looked at his opponent's state, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and thought to himself: "I never thought I would win the championship just by my looks."

He shook his head helplessly, feeling a little helpless about this special help, but this did not affect the joy of winning the championship.

(End of this chapter)