Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 21 Little Rose's Plan
Gavin took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb the blood and smoke that filled the battlefield into his lungs. He slowly turned his head and looked at the three people who were charging with him.

Although they managed to hold on and not fall, the wounds on their bodies were shocking, and blood was constantly oozing out, staining their clothes red. One of them had a bloody wound on his abdomen, and the other two had long bloody marks from being cut by swords.

Gavin cast his eyes back to the field. After the chaos before the start, there were less than a hundred people in the field. The originally noisy and chaotic battlefield now seemed much emptier. The people who were still here were roughly divided into several forces.

One of them was composed of the Hightower family as its core. Due to their effective defense in the early stages, their strength was relatively intact and their morale was not reduced. The remaining few groups suffered more or less casualties.

After the charge and fight just now, Gavin had a clear understanding of his own strength for the first time. With his sophisticated armor and master-level swordsmanship, he could easily deal with any team on the field.

He felt the power filling his muscles, which contained endless potential. Although he had consumed some of his energy, his body had not yet shown signs of fatigue. Instead, he became more and more comfortable in the excitement of the battle. He turned around and waved to the three people, indicating that they could leave.

Gavin watched his teammate leave the field, leaned over and picked up the spear with the flag from the ground, adjusted his posture, raised the spear vertically, and slowly walked towards the Hightower family. His eyes were full of confidence, as if the enemies in front of him were just a group of ants waiting for him to conquer.

The nobles in the stands were also in an uproar, with many people wondering what this young man was going to do.
Is he going to attack that team of more than a dozen people who are closely united and ready to fight alone?
Some people looked frightened, thinking that the young man was too reckless; some had shining eyes, expecting him to create a miracle; and some looked disdainful, believing that he was being foolish and overestimating his own abilities.

Edmund in the stands was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He shouted Gavin's name at the top of his lungs, waving his hands in the air desperately, trying to attract Gavin's attention. However, his anxious shouts were ruthlessly drowned out by the nobles' constant discussions.

At the same time, Vilas, who saw this scene, couldn't help but mutter to himself: "I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be so strong. I really don't know how many more surprises you can bring me."

Margaery Tyrell heard her brother mumbling to himself and asked him curiously, "Brother Willas, do you know him?"

Willas gently touched Margaery's head and said, "I met him at a banquet before. His name is Gavin Flowers. He is a talent in managing territory. I want to recruit him to work in High Court." While speaking, Willas' eyes were full of appreciation and expectation.

"Fohua? Since he is not a knight yet, you can take him as your squire." Margaret blinked her big eyes and said seriously, her bright eyes full of curiosity.

"Of course not, he is only 15 years old and hasn't had his coming-of-age ceremony yet. How can there be such a young knight?" Willas explained to Margaery with a smile.

After that, a trace of sadness appeared helplessly on his face, and he sighed softly: "After seeing his swordsmanship, I also want to take him as a servant, but he is the illegitimate son of the Cotoin family."

"So I understand." Margaret frowned.

"Oh? What do you understand?" Vilas asked with a smile. His sister has been raised by her grandmother since she was a child. Even though she is only 13 years old now, her wisdom and vision far exceed his.

"There are only two members of the Cotoyne family, Earl Houghton and Ser Edmund. Ser Edmund's wife of seven years, Lilith Tyrell, is just pregnant and is a member of the Tyrell family. Currently, there is only one male bloodline in the third generation of this family, Gawain Flowers, even if he is just an illegitimate child. Rashly proposing to accept the other party's underage bloodline into the High Court is tantamount to supporting Lilith. We cannot take the initiative to propose to include it in the High Court. It is best for the other party to take the initiative to propose it." Margaery answered patiently, and when Willas nodded in acknowledgment, she frowned and thought again.

Margaret tilted her head and thought for a while, then a sly smile appeared on her face: "Brother Willas, I have an idea that I think we can try."

Willas was very surprised when he heard this. He knew that Margaret's ability to handle affairs was far better than his since she was a child. He asked curiously, "What method? Tell me about it."

Margaery blinked mischievously and said, "I can use the opportunity of his name day to make him my Guardian Knight. Being a Guardian Knight for a noble lady is just an honor. This way it won't irritate Sir Edmund. Later, I can use this as an opportunity to make him stay in High Court and serve."

Willas smiled helplessly and said, "You clever little fellow, but you'd better ask your grandmother before making any decision."

Margery raised her head proudly, "I understand. I saw your sword skills, and they are indeed very strong, but it is better to test your ability to manage a territory."

Willas looked at his sister, wondering what wonderful idea this clever sister had come up with.

As Gavin advanced, there was complete silence all around him, no one tried to stop or attack him. Apparently, everyone had sensed the tension between him and the Hightower family, and eyes were fixed on him, waiting to see the show with different thoughts in mind.

With the strength he had demonstrated before, if he really disrupted the strict formation of the Hightower family, it would undoubtedly be a good thing for everyone present.

Except for some people who were bloodthirsty, most people had stopped fighting. They were observing other teams vigilantly and watching Gavin quietly, as if they were waiting for a wonderful drama to be staged.

Gavin held the spear and stood still only 30 steps away from the Hightower family. He then held the spear with both hands and thrust it deeply into the ground, forming a flag standing on the ground. Instantly, the whole audience exclaimed, "He didn't use the spear head, how much strength does that take."

Seeing Gavin display such terrifying strength, the expressions of the people in the Hightower family instantly became solemn. The originally relaxed atmosphere seemed to be frozen by frost, and the air seemed to become heavy and depressing.

They held their weapons tightly, looking at Gavin with eyes full of vigilance and alertness. They quickly adjusted their formation and prepared for battle. The tense atmosphere spread among the crowd, making people feel suffocated.

Gavin's eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and his right hand tightly grasped the hilt of the long sword at his waist like an iron clamp, and pulled it out violently. The sword body flashed with a cold light like frost, as if it was longing for blood.

(End of this chapter)