Chapter 39: I Am Determined to Eat the Lamb Chops

【Baron: Arthur Bracken】

【Level: 5】

【Experience: 3265/4000】

【Strength: 17】

【Agility: 12】

【Intelligence: 7】

【Charisma: 9】

【Skills: Ironflesh 4, Power Strike 7, Power Throw 1, Power Draw 1, Weapon Mastery 2, Shield 0, Athletics 2, Riding 4, Horse Archery 0, Looting 0, Trainer 0, Tracking 0, Tactics 1, Pathfinding 0, Spotting 0, Wound Treatment 0, Surgery 0, First Aid 0, Engineering 0, Persuasion 1, Prisoner Management 1, Leadership 3, Trade 0】

【Weapon Proficiency: One-handed Weapon 74, Two-handed Weapon 125, Polearm 77, Archery 31, Crossbow 31, Throwing 31】

The experience gained from the task of finding Cyril allowed him to reach level five.

The attribute points from leveling up continued to be added to Agility, one skill point was added to Prisoner Management, one to Athletics, and the weapon points continued to be added to Two-handed Weapon.

After skillfully adding the points, Arthur put away the panel.

His Strength had already reached seventeen; according to Arthur's experience, almost no ordinary person could withstand his great power.

In other words, Arthur's strength was sufficient to reach the level of a well-known Knight in Westeros.

But there might still be a gap compared to The Mountain; in any case, he had to keep improving.

And the good news was that the training of Arthur's troops would also bring him experience, so the speed of leveling up would be a bit faster.

It was already noon, and the group found an inn, preparing to eat.

The nine gamblers were also brought in with their hands tied, and the horses and ox-cart would be fed fodder by the innkeeper.

If a few more copper coins were given, the innkeeper would be very happy to add some fine feed like soybeans, wheat, corn, or soy to the fodder.

The produce of the Riverlands was so abundant that even livestock like oxen and horses could eat a little better.

Arthur tossed ten copper coins to the waiter, telling them to take good care of his mounts.

The waiter took them nimbly, said "all right," and went out to add the fine feed.

With eyes that had seen all sorts of people, he could naturally tell that these were elite soldiers from Stone Hedge.

The horses outside were also definitely not thin horses for plowing, but well-fed, sturdy warhorses.

Such guests had to be served well.

Because it was a small country inn, they couldn't serve whatever dishes were ordered, but had to look at the innkeeper's menu for the day.

The best food was the black pepper roasted lamb chops; the menu board listed eight portions, just enough for the eight of them to eat.

The staple food was thin noodles with pesto, one portion each for the gamblers and the soldiers.

"Landlady, eight portions of black pepper roasted lamb chops, seventeen portions of thin noodles with pesto."

The soldiers had big appetites, so ordering an extra portion of noodles was normal.

The gamblers were prisoners, so they wouldn't get to eat good things like roasted lamb chops; giving them thin noodles with pesto was already Arthur's mercy.

"All right, my Lord, please wait a moment," the landlady replied cheerfully.

Arthur's tall and handsome appearance clearly marked him as a scion of a great noble house, and the fully armored soldiers beside him further proved the landlady's judgment.

Originally, such noble scions rarely came to her inn to rest.

But because it had recently been rumored that the King was about to hold a grand Tourney for his new Hand, with a championship prize reaching tens of thousands of Gold Dragons, it had attracted many wandering warriors and free riders to head to King's Landing to try their luck.

Of course, there were also bards, female workers, thieves, and peddlers following along.

There were quite a few noble scions as well, so the landlady didn't find it strange.

This was also why there was such luxurious food as roasted lamb chops these days; usually, she would worry about not selling out even if she made chicken, but these days she didn't have to worry about business at all.

Of course, she selectively ignored the nine thug-like people with their hands tied.

The affairs of nobles were not for commoners to ask about.

Even if they had some strange hobbies, that was up to the masters, as long as it didn't affect her.

"Wait, leave the black pepper roasted lamb chops for us, let them eat the noodles."

Just as the landlady turned around, a voice came from the inn entrance.

She turned back and found five or six people walking in.

The leader was wearing light, bright yellow silk clothes and trousers, stepping in boots of the same color, with a Knight's Greatsword at his waist.

At a glance, he was a truly wealthy noble.

Compared to the tall, handsome man who had asked for the lamb chops earlier, this person's appearance suggested his family's title was higher.

"But, my Lord, this gentleman arrived first." She dared not agree to this person, nor did she dare to refuse him outright.

Both sides were nobles, and she could not afford to offend either.

"You just serve me the roasted lamb chops, don't worry about anything else. In the Riverlands, anyone who sees my Purple Field Silver Eagle emblem will choose to bow their head to me."

The landlady had no choice; the noble here had a tougher attitude, so she had to run to Arthur, who was already seated, and ask:

"My Lord, the gentleman over there wants to eat the roasted lamb chops; do you think you could yield?"

Arthur had already noticed this man in bright yellow clothing, and seeing him so arrogant, he couldn't help but sneer:

"I arrived first, I ordered the roasted lamb chops first, how can I yield? Go tell him, I am determined to eat these roasted lamb chops."

The man in bright yellow clothing also heard the words from this side, and his attitude became even tougher.

"You go tell this little noble who doesn't know which village he came from, I, Patrick, don't care about that; the roasted lamb chops must go into my mouth."

Both could hear each other's words, yet they had to use the landlady as a middleman to pass messages; the scene appeared somewhat comical and childish.

Arthur was about to respond again when Javier, sitting beside him, whispered to him:

"This should be the heir to Seagard, Patrick Mallister; it is said they are arrogant and conceited, do not offend them."

Arthur turned his head and looked Javier up and down, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person; we are in the right, why be cowardly?"

Today he was going to eat this lamb chop, and it wouldn't matter who came to stop him.

Having the landlady relay messages in between didn't fit Arthur's personality either.

Making things difficult for a commoner was meaningless.

He turned around and stared at this young master Patrick, "You had better not make me angry; the roasted lamb chop is ours."

As he spoke, he reached for his Great Hammer.

If this young man didn't back down, he would give them a sound thrashing.

Patrick stood up, and Arthur, thinking he was going to fight, gripped the Great Hammer in his hand and slowly raised it.

Unexpectedly, Patrick only opened his mouth wide, his eyes staring straight at Arthur's face.

This kind of gaze made him very uncomfortable, but it also felt a bit familiar.

Thinking about it carefully, he had felt this way in the eyes of nine gamblers.

"He is looking at me but not saying anything; what does this mean?"

Arthur didn't know what to do either, so he asked the person beside him.

Yule gave a greasy smile, "Isn't it obvious? He's taken a fancy to you!"

This smile from his uncle made Arthur's whole body bristle, and goosebumps rose all over him.

Because in the morning, when Yule reminded him about the sheep, it was this exact same smile.

This was definitely not a good thing!

Javier also said to Arthur, "You should have confidence in your appearance; this is a face that neither men nor women can resist."

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