Simply put, the competition trial is to use force to decide right and wrong. Both parties who have conflicts will come to the scene in person or use agents to engage in an endless duel. The weapons used by both parties must be decided and displayed before the competition. The competition must be held in public and in full view of the witnesses recognized by both parties. The results of the competition trial are always considered to be the attention and proved by the gods, and are even more fair than the court's trial and the lord's ruling.

This is not the first time when the little demon tried to prove his Innocent Eagle Nest City by using a martial arts competition and trial, but this is the time he had the most confidence. On the one hand, it was because he knew that he was indeed innocent, and on the other hand, he had seen Zhao Mai's force.

"I don't think there are people in this world who can defeat you in the arena." Tyrion put his napkins on, raised his wooden knife and fork, and carefully cut the meat chop in front of him. In front of him, a seven-course banquet was placed on the table, and three red wines of different flavors were ready to be used. Tyrion had solved the first two and was attacking the honey lamb chop, one of the two main courses.

"There should be no opponent among humans, but God knows what kind of enemies will jump out. I fought a White Walker Queen north of the Great Wall of Desperation. Maybe there are still some secrets and magical things in this world that you and I don't know."

"Secret and magic, you are the biggest one. Mike, have you melted the cold White Walker Queen with your fiery spear?" Tyrion smiled with a smile, and the mutton turned around his cheeks.

"Do you know, I originally wanted to try that method. Although the White Witch was very cold, it was indeed beautiful enough, and she invited me to come. But I still used a more secure method, the way to deal with the enemy: cut it, cut it, chop it up, and don't give her any chance to resurrection."

"Wow, you're not a knight."

"I wasn't that." Zhao Mai shook his head: "If I were a knight, I should let the beautiful lady bask in the sun and rest on the beach, instead of instructing her to arrange this meal for you everywhere. Do you have no confidence in my combat effectiveness? You will be free after the duel. Why do you still have to prepare a slaughtered meal?"

"Form is very important," said Tyrion. "My father wants me to die, even if he knows that I am not the murderer. You must know that as long as I die, or threaten me with the threat of death, my handsome brother can change his mind, take off the cloak of the Imperial Guard that means that he cannot marry, and return to the family territory to marry 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 procedures, so only this can hurt him."

"You can hire me to kill him, just a simple task."

Tyrion narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhao Mai carefully. "Mac, I think you are testing me. I often think about this problem and hire someone to kill him. But there have been two things that have always made me unable to make up this decision: First, I am afraid I can't afford the fee to kill my father; Second, if I succeed, the degree of harm to him will be higher than his failure and even higher than his death. But it's okay to listen: how do you plan to charge the cost of killing people."

"A person like me who has no moral integrity will kill you, and then go to your father to negotiate, see his bid, and then use his bid to force you. Well, in the end, you will not be left except to sell it to me completely. That's what the devil does."

"Your idea is good, but the solution is not very good, because that doesn't work at all." Tyrion killed the lamb chops and began to attack the buttered fennel fish. "Mc, you are not a bad guy, you don't pretend to be anything like that. I know a few devils, but the devil is 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, so do it slowly and do it in a dramatic way."

"Please wait until the game officially begins before taking action. That is what everyone is most looking forward to and the most dramatic way. However, please do not turn into a tragedy. I am eating a silence, not really for the silence!"

"Well, I like your pragmatism." Zhao Mai reached out and said, "I will get to know you for the most part. My name is Zhao Mai."

"Fuck, I knew you were testing me. You know my name, but I didn't use fake names all day long to fool people." Tyrion shook hands with Zhao Mai, then picked up the knife and fork to eat again. He asked while chewing: "I've always been curious about how big the territory you have and what kind of enemy you still need to use fake names?"

"The realm I really control is only more than one thousand meters. Within one thousand meters, you can simply understand that I am a god, and at least I can do most of the tricks of bluffing." Zhao Mai said: "But the territory I want to give to you is very large. The whole Westeros is not as good as that."

"Then I have something to do. I suddenly felt that I agreed to it too happily. Ask me, am I paid? I didn't promise to work for you for free, and I also had to find a way to solve the problem of food and drink by myself!"

"It's too late to say this, 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 at all. As for your other needs..."

There was a sound of footsteps outside the cell. It was Sir Adam from Red Fort, a smart and knowledgeable person. Under Zhao Mai's gold coins offensive, he did provide a lot of convenience. "It's time, I should go to the competition venue."

"Wait!" Tyrion quickly poured the red wine in the cup and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "How is my image like this? Is it suitable to attend the martial arts competition?"

"I don't mind." Zhao Mai shrugged and curled his lips.

"What does it mean to not mind? It's very important." Tyrion stepped out two short legs of different lengths, straightened his spine, and walked out of the dungeon with bright eyes. He climbed up the steps one after another, paused for a while before the exit full of sunlight, allowing his eyes to adapt to the brightness outside. "They were all waiting outside to see my jokes, so I didn't want to block my eyes with my hands, just like I was a mouse that couldn't walk in the sun."

"You're thinking too much. You should only care about the thoughts of the people you care about and care about you."

"I only care about myself, no one cares about me." Tyrion said. He raised his head and looked at Zhao Mai: "But it's not bad. At least after I study hard, someone will appreciate it."

"Do you believe that if I was as short and as ugly as you, my success would be higher than you now?"

"I believe!" Tyrion laughed and crossed the threshold and walked out.
Chapter completed!