Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 19 Plan
That night, Sir Edmund held another celebratory banquet in the camp to celebrate the Cotoin family's victory in the archery tournament.

Gavin, who was attending the banquet, was absent-minded, his eyes drifting towards the door from time to time. Until he saw Tommen pull aside the curtain and wave to him, he quickly apologized to Ser Edmund and hurried out.

The two of them hurried all the way back to Gavin's tent.

"Captain, we're rich." Tommen said excitedly, and as he spoke, he pulled out a leather bag from under the bed with great effort.

Gavin opened it quickly: "How much is in here?"

"The total amount is 13 gold royals. You bet 000 gold royals, and the brothers chipped in and bet 1 gold royals together." Tommen said excitedly, his eyes full of excitement. "We are really going to make a fortune now!"

"Go and ask the brothers to come to me to collect the money. Keep my share and divide the rest among you." After saying that, Gavin looked at Tommen who was motionless and asked, "What's wrong?"

Tommen said, "The bad news is that your odds in the group competition have dropped."

"How much?" Gavin had a bad feeling. Tommen quickly replied, "1:5, if you win the championship, then 1:10."

"Not bad, not bad. I can barely accept it." Gavin thought to himself, and then said to Tommen, "After you receive the gold dragons, bet all my gold dragons and the prize money I just received on me to win the championship. As for whether you want to follow suit, make your own decision."

"Captain, there's no need to divide. We've already discussed it and will continue to follow you in investing." Tommen said with a firm face.

Gavin patted Tommen on the shoulder, smiled and said, "Okay, go ahead and do it. Believe me, it will definitely make everyone rich."

Tommen nodded heavily, turned around and strode away to take care of the matter. Gavin looked at his back and silently calculated how much money he could make from this competition.
He thought that he had found the money to build the blood witch puppet, but then he sighed again. Now the corpse became the top priority.

He frowned and paced back and forth in the tent, constantly thinking about how to solve the problem of the source of corpses. The River Bend has been peaceful for a long time, where can he get enough corpses without arousing suspicion?
How about going to the Narrow Sea or Essos to be a mercenary for a while? If you go, there are two benefits.

First, the source of the corpses can be solved. There are many pirates on the Narrow Sea, and several city-states on the continent of Essos often confront each other. There are also Dothraki looting, and the situation is extremely chaotic.

Second, the successfully made blood witch puppet would not arouse other people's suspicion and could be said to be a guard loyal to him brought back from the continent of Essos.

The more Gavin thought about it, the more he felt that this plan was feasible, and he gradually made up his mind. But at the same time, he also knew that this long journey would inevitably be full of risks, but a strong desire still drove him to make up his mind to venture out.

Gavin suppressed his complicated thoughts and hurried back to the banquet. After all, he was the protagonist of the banquet today, and it would be inappropriate if he left for too long.

Perhaps he was too happy, and Edmund was already drunk. He was seen holding Sir Ryan with one hand, laughing non-stop, and it was unknown what interesting things they were talking about.

Seeing Gavin who had just entered the big tent, he hurriedly waved to him and pulled Gavin to drink again.

At the end of the banquet, Sir Edmund was so drunk that he could hardly walk. Gawain had no choice but to work with his servants to help him back to the tent.

After putting him on the bed, Gavin was about to leave when he suddenly found that his arm was tightly held by Edmond. At this moment, his eyes seemed to be much clearer. Edmond, with some strength, tried to sit up, took the glass of water handed over by the servant and drank it, and pointed to the box next to Gavin. "I was going to give it to you when you are an adult, but I think you need it more now, and I think it belongs to you."

Gavin was full of doubts, with deep suspicion in his eyes. He racked his brains but couldn't guess what Edmund meant.

Edmund leaned his head towards the box, signaling Gavin to open it.

With strong curiosity, Gavin slowly walked to the box, bent down, and gently lifted the lid. In an instant, a set of plate armor came into Gavin's sight, and the reflection of the metal was particularly dazzling in this dim environment.

This is a set of exquisite plate armor. Each smooth piece of armor is engraved with patterns, and the connection between the armor plates is seamless, demonstrating the maker's superb craftsmanship.

The sword that accompanied it was slender and straight, with a red gem carefully inlaid on the hilt, dazzling and dazzling, and the blade was so sharp that it could cut hair, faintly emitting a chilling aura. Gavin was deeply attracted by the equipment in front of him, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"This was made for your father when we celebrated his coming-of-age ceremony. Now it belongs to you." At this time, Edmund had slowly stood behind Gavin.

Gavin closed the box and said hurriedly: “My lord, this is so precious.

Edmund smiled and waved his hand, saying: "Take it back. I just hope it can protect you in the future. That's it. I need to rest, kid." Then he lay back on the bed.

With Tommen's help, Gavin put on the full set of armor. The whole set of armor was finely crafted and extremely practical. There was a hook on one side of the armor specifically for placing a spear. Obviously, this set of armor was very expensive.

Although Gavin is only 15 years old this year, he is tall and the armor fits him perfectly.

Looking at myself in the mirror, a warm feeling welled up in my heart.

Sir Edmund was like a warm beacon in Gavin's heart. Apart from his mother, Sir Edmund was the best person in the world to him.

The fact that he was a bastard had never been a reason for Sir Edmund to dislike him. On the contrary, Sir Edmund loved him in every way and nurtured him with all his heart. This deep friendship made Gavin feel endless warmth in this complicated world.

Soon it was time for the group competition to begin, still in the open space in front of the castle. The Tyrell family used logs to create a circular space with a diameter of 500 meters, less than 1 meter high and with more than entrances and exits, so that any contestant who wanted to give up could leave easily.

According to the rules of the group competition, a team cannot exceed 5 people. Coach Ryan wanted to send another veteran to join, but Gavin refused.

Gavin held his spear upright and walked into the arena with three hired gladiators. The flag of the Cotoin family was hung on his spear.

Soon, the venue was filled with more than 200 people, all wearing armor, holding weapons, and clinging closely to their teammates.

(End of this chapter)