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Gavin straightened up quickly, nodded solemnly, and said with a firm look: "Maester Qyburn, don't worry! I swear on my reputation that I will never reveal a single bit. I just want knowledge and wish to gain a deeper understanding in the field of academia and contribute more to your and our research."

Qyburn narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Gavin again, and then said slowly: "Okay, since you are so determined and sincere, I agree to your request. But you must remember that if there is any mistake, you know the consequences."

Gavin was so excited that his face flushed, and he bowed again and said, "Thank you for your trust and support, Maester Qyburn. I will never let you down!"

Qyburn waved his hand and said, "Go, come to me tomorrow, and I will arrange it for you."

Gavin replied happily, "Yes, Maester Qyburn, then I will take my leave first." With that, Gavin turned around and left the study briskly.

During this period, Gavin immersed himself in the vast amount of magical knowledge provided by Qyburn. This knowledge covered a broad range, including fire mages, blood mages, shadow binders, moon singers, and more. Although much of this knowledge was incomplete, with some only offering brief introductions.

Gavin eagerly absorbed the knowledge, studying day and night, not missing any subtle points. The scope of knowledge was wide and complex.

Among these books, Gavin was pleasantly surprised to find a spellcasting ability of the fire mage and was fortunate to receive recognition from the panel.

In the precious texts detailing fire mages, Gavin encountered several powerful and impressive spells. One spell, called "Flame Demon," particularly captivated him.

According to the book, casting this spell allows the body to transform entirely into blazing flame. When reverting from the flame form to its physical state, any injuries sustained are magically healed. Gavin understood this as effectively elementalizing the body, granting it the magical ability of immortality.

It resembled the ability of the dragon Belaerys in the records. Unfortunately, there was only a brief introduction to the powerful Balrog.

The only fully recorded and truly masterable skill was "Flame Blade," which could attach scorching magical flames to weapons, enhancing their attack power.

However, Gavin also acquired some very useful fire magic skills, such as flame condensation. These skills could condense the flame to nearly achieve a solid form or more easily alter the shape of the flame.

Additionally, he discovered a potion formula for rapid treatment. The materials were not scarce, but the potion required blood containing magical power. The stronger the magic power, the better the effect. This was a significant challenge for others, but easy for Gavin, as his own blood contained magical power.

At the same time, Qyburn made breakthrough progress in his research field. Particularly regarding the ritual of the Blood Puppet, the issues with magic and blood replacement had long troubled him. Now, through discussions with Gavin, he found a clever solution.

His new approach was to forego using a corpse as recorded in the ritual and instead choose a person who was dying. This person's life state was subtly between life and death. They could accept the death magic that could only be engraved on a corpse at the moment of life's fading, and when a trace of life remained, use the natural flow of blood and a dropper device invented by Gavin to successfully replace the special blood.

Although this innovative method reduced the powerful effects of the flesh and blood puppet to some extent, it brought significant advantages, as the puppet was not completely dead and did not require regular magical replenishment.

Gavin's idea was based on Qyburn's resurrection of the Mountain in the original plot. At that time, the Mountain was not entirely dead but was poisoned by the Red Viper, putting him in a dying state. Qyburn successfully resurrected him with this unique method.

However, Qyburn, cautious with his ideas, decided not to reveal them to Gavin and planned to test them after Gavin left. Both parties tacitly regarded these exchanges as academic explorations.

Time always passed quickly. Gavin, engrossed in his research, received news of the tourney. Highgarden had officially announced that the tournament would take place at the beginning of next month. This event was not only to showcase the knights of the Reach but also to celebrate the thirteenth name day of Margaery Tyrell, daughter of Duke Mace.

Gavin had to halt his research. Reluctantly putting down his books and notes, he requested leave from the management Maester Mishu and then set off for Highgarden.

Host: Gavin. Flowers

Age: 15

Bloodline:

Blood and Fire Dragonborn (development 32%): The blood of the Dragon Lord of Valyria, dragon riding and fire control, initial awakening.

Domination:

32 (Your subordinates can be upgraded through the panel)

Skills:

Flame Control: Master

Swordsmanship: Master

Flame Blade: Proficient

Bow: Master

Lance: Master

Energy Points: 1 (Automatically absorbs the magical power floating around, or actively absorbs magic power)

Gavin examined his attribute panel. His intense research into magic had paid off. His bloodline development had reached 32%.

Moreover, his various fire control techniques had advanced to the master level. Gavin could now ignite a barrel-sized flame from thin air, which lasted for 30 minutes.

The flame could be compressed into any shape. Gavin had the idea of condensing the flame into an arrow and shooting it with a bow. Although the bow was instantly destroyed and the range was halved, the fire arrow's instantaneous explosion was as powerful as a grenade in his previous life.

What excited Gavin the most was that he had finally mastered his first offensive magic.

Although the effect of the Flame Blade was not ideal and lasted only ten minutes, he discovered that combining the sword's slashing with the burning magic flame produced extraordinary power. Even plate armor could be split with a single strike, and each swing of the sword created a hot wave of fire. However, every use of the Flame Blade destroyed the sword.

Because of this, Gavin, whose funds had significantly dwindled, was contemplating acquiring a Valyrian steel sword and a dragonbone bow in the future.

Gavin boarded a merchant ship bound for Highgarden. As the ship set sail and entered Whispering Bay, the sea sparkled under the sun, bringing a touch of warmth. The breeze was refreshing, and Gavin felt relaxed and happy.

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After the merchant ship bypassed Whispering Bay, it continued eastward as it approached the Shield Islands and entered the Mander River. On both sides of the Mander River were dense forests and rolling hills, creating a picturesque landscape.

As the ship neared Highgarden, the golden wheat fields on both sides of the river swayed gently in the wind, and the orchards were laden with fruit, emitting a tantalizing fragrance. Small villages and farmlands appeared along the way, where people toiled in the fields and led peaceful lives.

Finally, the ship arrived at the inland port closest to Highgarden. The port was bustling and lively, with ships coming and going, and cargo being loaded and unloaded.

Gavin looked at the distant white castle. This magnificent structure was perched on a lush hill, like a brilliant pearl set into the earth. The white city walls were tall and sturdy, glowing warmly under the sunlight. The towering spire reached high into the sky, elegantly piercing the blue expanse, proclaiming its majesty and grandeur to the world.

Gavin couldn't help but remark, "Highgarden truly lives up to its reputation as one of the most beautiful castles in the world of Game of Thrones." The well-proportioned buildings, intricate carvings, and harmonious layout created a scene that resembled a dreamlike medieval beauty, vividly displayed before him.

Beneath Highgarden Castle, the martial arts tournament was in full swing, making the area bustling with activity and joy.

The crowd was lively and noisy. Colorful tents dotted the ground like stars. Merchants called out loudly, selling a dazzling array of goods. The scents of spices and barbecue mingled in the air.

Jugglers tumbled and leapt, earning bursts of applause; bards played harps and sang ancient heroic tales. Children played among the crowd, their laughter ringing like silver bells.

Gavin navigated through the crowded camp, only to find that there was no accommodation available in the city. Desperate, he decided to find an open space in the wilderness, rent a tent, and set up camp.

The camp was filled with excitement and activity, with cries and laughter echoing throughout.

Suddenly, Gavin's attention was caught by a flag fluttering in the distance. It displayed the four-part noble family emblem: the upper left and lower right sections bore a silver Grail on a black background, symbolizing endless glory and mystery; the lower left and upper right sections featured a yellow background with delicate black roses, exuding a unique and enchanting charm.

His eyes lit up immediately. He recognized this flag from more than ten years ago; it was the familiar banner of the Costayne family.

Gavin thought to himself, "If Sir Edmond is here, it would be best to pay him a visit." With this thought, he walked briskly toward the camp beneath the flag.

When he arrived at the camp's gate, he found that the guard was his former subordinate Tommen. Upon seeing Gavin, Tommen's face lit up with surprise, and he shouted excitedly, "Captain Gavin! I didn't expect to see you here! Weren't you supposed to be at the Citadel studying?"

Gavin smiled slightly and replied with a touch of humor, "The city doesn't prohibit Maesters' assistants from participating in the competition."

Tommen smiled back, scratching his head in a familiar manner, "By the way, Captain, Sir Edmond and Coach Ryan are here. Would you like to meet them?"

Gavin's eyes brightened with anticipation as he said, "That's exactly why I'm here. Please tell me which tent they are in."

Tommen quickly pointed to a location and said, "It's over there, Captain. You can go in by yourself; I need to stay here and guard."

Gavin nodded his thanks, gave Tommen a supportive pat on the shoulder, and then strode into the camp.

Inside the tent, Sir Edmond appeared solemn, arms crossed as he paced back and forth. "If you can't handle the joust, let me take it. This contest is crucial for determining the ownership of the last disputed village, and we cannot afford to lose."

Coach Ryan, seated in a chair with a serious expression, leaned forward and said, "Sir, the strength of the Hightower family should not be underestimated. What if you end up in danger? I have recruited three skilled fighters from Essos. Those who have been gladiators for over ten years can win at least one round."

Sir Edmond stopped and frowned. "What are your considerations for selecting the archery competitor?"

Coach Ryan nodded slightly, his gaze firm. "Sir, I will personally compete, but I still do not recommend that you participate."

Sir Edmond sighed and was about to speak when the guard outside the tent entered to announce Gavin's arrival.

A hint of surprise flashed across Sir Edmond's face, and he hurried out of the tent. Coach Ryan followed closely. Seeing Gavin standing outside, Sir Edmond's face broke into a broad smile. He strode forward, embraced Gavin warmly, and ruffled his hair affectionately, saying, "It's been over half a year. You've grown taller. Come in."

He pulled Gavin into the tent and seated him, asking eagerly, "My child, how have you fared in the Citadel?"

Gavin replied confidently, "My lord, I've learned a great deal. If I didn't genuinely want to become a Maester, I could already make the links."

Coach Ryan laughed and nodded. "Gavin has always been outstanding." Then, as if recalling something, he turned to Sir Edmond and suggested, "Sir, Gavin's archery skills are far superior to mine. Since Gavin is here, why not have him participate in the archery competition?"

Sir Edmond looked at Gavin with some scrutiny and expectation. "Gavin, have you neglected your martial arts during your time at the Citadel?"

Gavin bowed and replied respectfully, "Sir, I practice diligently every day and have never slacked off."

Sir Edmond nodded. "In that case, I want you to represent the Costayne family in the archery competition."

Gavin did not immediately respond but looked at Sir Edmond and asked, "Sir, did something happen?"

Coach Ryan quickly explained the situation. After his explanation, Gavin understood the full context.

It turned out that the recent ruling resolved half of the dispute over two contested villages between the Costayne and Hightower families. However, both families understood that the ruling was meant to leave one village unresolved to incite further conflict. Fearing that the hand might stir the matter further, the families decided to settle the dispute through the competition.

The competition would use a best-of-three system to determine the ownership of the disputed village, with the ranking of each team determining the outcome.

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After understanding the entire situation, Gavin took the initiative and said to Edmond, "My Lord, I am confident in my abilities and would like to participate in the group competition. I want to compete to repay you for all your support over the years."

Edmond, still looking anxious, firmly disagreed, "Gavin, no, the group competition is too dangerous. I can't allow you to take such risks."

Coach Ryan, standing nearby, added, "Gavin, I know your strength, but you are still too young and inexperienced. Group competitions are highly perilous, with many injuries and deaths each year. I've hired three seasoned gladiators from Essos; I believe they will be sufficient."

Gavin saluted solemnly to Edmond and Ryan, speaking earnestly, "Sir, I am confident in my strength. I ask for the chance to compete against these three gladiators. If I can defeat them, please allow me to participate in the competition."

Edmond frowned, clearly hesitant, "Gavin, this is not a joke."

Coach Ryan advised, "Gavin, gladiators are formidable opponents. Unlike soldiers, they excel in competitions."

Gavin smiled and met Edmond's gaze directly, "Sir, please trust me. You'll see after a try."

Edmond sighed and said, "Alright, Ryan, go find those three gladiators."

Soon, three figures appeared outside the tent. Two were burly and muscular, resembling towering iron columns, with thick arms that seemed capable of breaking steel. Their faces were stern, and their eyes were fierce and unyielding.

The third gladiator was more agile, with a lithe and flexible build, his muscles defined yet strong, and sharp, alert eyes like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Listening to Ryan's explanation, the burly gladiator who led the group sneered and shouted, "I thought this would be a serious challenge. You wanted me to compete with a kid? Well, you're the employer, so it's your call." He turned to the other two and asked, "How about it? Interested in taking on the kid?"

Before the other two could respond, Gavin, standing opposite them, spoke up, "I suggest you all compete together. You might not even last two moves if you fight alone." His tone was calm, and his eyes gleamed with confidence.

The leading gladiator grinned grimly at Gavin's words, "So, you're quite confident, kid!"

Gavin merely smiled, his expression relaxed, "I suggest you all take action first." This statement infuriated the gladiators; no one had ever underestimated them so openly. Gavin's words were a clear insult.

The most agile gladiator immediately drew his scimitar and attacked Gavin with the swiftness of the wind. Gavin effortlessly dodged the attack.

Missed, the gladiator swung his sword again, but Gavin calmly sidestepped and deftly knocked the scimitar to the ground with his own blade.

Seeing this, another burly gladiator swung a heavy axe at Gavin, the axe cutting through the air with a whooshing sound. Gavin nimbly leaped back to evade the strike and then swiftly advanced, thrusting his sword with lightning speed. The gladiator blocked with his axe, but the impact left his arm numb from the force of Gavin's strike.

The final gladiator joined the fray, brandishing a spear and thrusting it at Gavin. Gavin skillfully avoided the spear's tip, then circled behind him and kicked him in the rear, causing him to stumble forward.

Seizing the opportunity, Gavin's sword moved in elegant arcs through the air. The three gladiators fell one by one, their weapons scattered. Gavin sheathed his sword, looking calm and composed, as if this battle had been a mere exercise.

Many of the soldiers watching the camp knew Gavin and cheered loudly at his impressive display of skill. Edmund and Ryan, observing the fight, were stunned by Gavin's prowess, having not anticipated his strength.

Coach Ryan chuckled ruefully and said, "Gavin, you seemed to have held back when we sparred earlier."

Edmund, having noticed Gavin's strength, suddenly became serious and asked, "Gavin, how is your skill with the lance?"

Gavin saluted and replied respectfully, "Sir, my lance skills are slightly less refined than my swordsmanship. If you wish, I can participate in the lance competition." He then added, "Sir, as far as I know, I cannot sign up for the lance competition myself."

Edmund laughed, patting Gavin on the shoulder, "These are minor issues. Typically, only knights and noble children can compete in the lance competition, but if you represent the nobility and are appointed by them, this restriction does not apply."

This news was a pleasant surprise for Gavin. His eyes lit up with excitement. He had long coveted the 5,000 gold dragon prize, and many had been knighted through participation in the lance competition. Trembling with excitement, he quickly volunteered, "Sir, please allow me to compete in the lance competition as well."

Edmund laughed heartily and agreed without hesitation. He then raised his voice and announced to those around him, "Gather round! I'm throwing a banquet in the camp to celebrate my nephew Gavin's return from the Citadel!" This announcement surprised everyone, as it was the first time Edmund had publicly acknowledged Gavin as his nephew.

A small banquet was held in the Costayne family's camp tent. Edmund embraced Gavin joyfully, and several nobles who were close to Edmund joined in, chatting and laughing in the large tent.

At that moment, the guard at the door announced loudly, "Lord Willas Tyrell of the Tyrell family has arrived!" Willas Tyrell was wheeled in, and Edmund promptly greeted him, saying, "Let me introduce you to my dear friend, the future Duke of Tyrell. He is the eldest son of the Duke and the heir to the Tyrell family."

Though Willas Tyrell was disabled, he maintained a noble demeanor, his face adorned with a gentle smile as he nodded to everyone. Edmund warmly welcomed him, and his joy at meeting an old friend was evident. Later, Edmund brought Gavin over to introduce him to Willas.

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Gavin politely saluted Willas and said, "Nice to meet you, Lord Willas. My name is Gavin Flowers." Willas smiled and replied, "I've heard Edmund speak of you before. I didn't expect you to be so skilled with a sword at such a young age." The three of them then walked into the banquet together.

At the banquet, Gavin and Willas sat next to each other. Initially, Willas engaged with Gavin out of politeness, but as their conversation progressed, they found themselves increasingly engrossed. Willas was surprised to discover that despite Gavin's youth, he spoke with remarkable maturity and composure.

Whether discussing current events or delving into human nature, Gavin offered fresh and unique perspectives, as if a reservoir of wisdom was concealed within him. His insights into territorial development were especially noteworthy, combining practicality with forward-thinking.

Willas regarded Gavin with admiration and appreciation. Gavin's clear logic and distinct viewpoints left a significant impression on Willas. Each point Gavin made was well-structured and compelling, imbuing his words with a subtle allure that drew listeners in.

Willas thought to himself: "This person is indeed a rare talent. If he could be brought into the Tyrell family, he would undoubtedly be a valuable asset. Unfortunately, he is a bastard." Willas's mind raced, contemplating how to impress Edmund and persuade him to recommend Gavin for the Tyrells.

As the banquet drew to a close, Willas extended an invitation to Edmund and Gavin: "After the archery and group competition, my castle will host a banquet to celebrate my sister's thirteenth name day. Edmund, be sure to bring Gavin along." Edmund smiled and agreed.

In a spacious, private tent, Gavin was meticulously preparing his equipment. Sir Edmund had specially provided him with a finely crafted bow. At this moment, Tommen entered, lifting the tent's curtain.

"Captain, I have some news," Tommen said.

Gavin paused and looked up. "What is it?"

"The odds of you winning the archery competition are 1 to 10. For the group competition, the odds are also 1 to 10, but if you are the sole victor, the odds improve to 1 to 20." Tommen spoke quickly, his face reflecting a mix of surprise at the high odds and concern about Gavin's chances.

Before Gavin could respond, Tommen hastened to add, "Captain, are you really going to bet everything?"

Gavin replied without hesitation, "Yes, bet."

Tommen's brow furrowed, his unease evident. "But, Captain, the risk is substantial. If..."

Gavin cut him off, "There are no 'ifs.' Risks and opportunities go hand in hand. I have confidence."

Seeing Gavin's resolute expression, Tommen gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, Captain, we'll support you with everything we have."

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

Tommen nodded and went off to arrange the betting. Gavin continued to organize his gear, his eyes filled with determination.

Participating in the competition for the family was inherently risky, but Sir Edmund had generously given Gavin 1,000 gold dragons as a reward for his dedication.

Having learned about the betting, Gavin immediately instructed Tommen to invest all his money in himself, hoping to double his wealth.

Gavin was fully prepared and eagerly awaited the competition, anticipating a significant increase in his fortunes.

In the open space in front of the High Garden, the sun bathed the area in a golden light. This was the venue for the archery competition.

Beneath the castle, a massive stand loomed like a mountain, where nobles dressed in finery conversed elegantly or observed the field below with keen interest.

The competition rules were straightforward: contestants would shoot at a target 100 steps away, with each having 5 shots. If they hit the target, it would move back 10 steps and shrink in size, repeating this until only one contestant remained.

"Ready to shoot!" The referee's voice rang out.

Gavin, standing on the field, obeyed the command, drawing his bow to take aim. His posture was as upright as a pine tree, his gaze steady and focused. He remained calm and undistracted by the surrounding noise.

His silver hair fell in a cascade down his shoulders, shimmering under the sunlight. The contrast between his striking appearance and his poised stance captivated the noblewomen in the stands, who eagerly discussed his identity.

Willas, sitting among the spectators, teased Edmund, "Haha, it seems your nephew is quite charming. Look at these ladies—they're all captivated by him." Edmund, smiling with pride, responded, "Of course, it's the blood of our family."

As the competition continued, Gavin's performance was extraordinary. Each time he drew the bow, his shots were steady and precise, with each arrow seemingly imbued with purpose as it struck the target.

The competition proceeded until the 180th step, where the target had become a disc no larger than a cup, barely visible to the naked eye.

At this point, only two contestants remained, with Gavin among them. He took a deep breath, adjusting his rhythm and focus. Gavin felt a bit fatigued, and if the competition extended to 200 steps, he might need to use his precious energy points.

Gavin gripped his bow tightly, squinting at the distant, tiny target. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he mentally calculated the distance and angle, strategizing to complete this nearly impossible challenge without resorting to energy points. His opponent, too, was struggling, their slightly trembling hands betraying their inner tension and anxiety.

Suddenly, several girls in the stands began shouting Gavin's name, their faces flushed with excitement. The escalating cheers unsettled his opponent further.

The pressure of the cheers caused the opponent's already frayed nerves to deteriorate, leading to a missed shot.

Gavin observed his opponent's predicament with a mix of amusement and resignation, thinking, "I never expected to win the championship simply due to my appearance."

He shook his head, slightly bemused by this unexpected assistance, but it did not diminish his joy at winning the championship.

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That night, Sir Edmund hosted another celebration banquet in the camp to honor the Costayne family's victory in the archery competition.

Gavin, attending the banquet, was distracted, frequently glancing towards the door. When he saw Tommen lift the curtain and wave to him, he quickly apologized to Sir Edmund and hurried outside.

The two rushed back to Gavin's tent.

"Captain, we're rich," Tommen said excitedly, pulling a leather bag from beneath the bed with great effort.

Gavin opened it hastily. "How much is in it?"

"A total of 13,000 gold dragons. You bet 1,000 gold dragons, and the brothers contributed an additional 300 gold dragons," Tommen said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "We've really struck it rich!"

"Have the brothers come to collect their share, keep my portion, and divide the rest among yourselves," Gavin instructed. Noticing Tommen's hesitation, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Tommen replied, "There's bad news. The odds for the group competition have dropped."

"By how much?" Gavin asked, feeling uneasy. Tommen answered quickly, "1 to 5 for individual champions, 1 to 10 for the group."

"Not ideal, but still acceptable," Gavin thought to himself and told Tommen, "Once you collect the gold dragons, bet all my winnings and the bonus I received on myself to win the championship independently. As for whether you should follow suit, decide for yourselves."

"Captain, there's no need to split it. Everyone has discussed it and will continue to bet alongside you," Tommen said firmly.

Gavin patted Tommen on the shoulder and smiled. "Alright, go ahead and do it. Trust me, we'll all benefit from this."

Tommen nodded vigorously and left to handle the arrangements. Gavin watched him go, silently calculating the potential profits from the competition.

He had hoped that the funds for the blood puppet were settled, but now the issue of acquiring corpses loomed large.

He paced back and forth in the tent, pondering how to secure a sufficient supply of corpses without drawing attention. The Reach had been peaceful for some time. Where could he find enough corpses discreetly?

Should he consider becoming a mercenary in the Narrow Sea or Essos? There were two main advantages to this:

First, it would resolve the issue of acquiring corpses. The Narrow Sea was infested with pirates, and several city-states in Essos frequently clashed, with Dothraki raiding, creating a chaotic environment.

Second, any successfully created blood witch puppets would not raise suspicion. They could be presented as loyal guards brought back from Essos.

The more Gavin thought about it, the more viable the plan seemed, and he gradually resolved to pursue it. However, he also knew that such a journey would entail risks, yet his strong desire for success motivated him to proceed.

Suppressing his complex thoughts, Gavin hurried back to the banquet. As the guest of honor, it wouldn't be appropriate to be absent for too long.

Perhaps he was too absorbed in his plans, as Edmund was now visibly drunk, holding Sir Ryan with one arm and laughing heartily, engaged in an amusing conversation.

Seeing Gavin enter the tent, Edmund eagerly waved him over and insisted he join in the drinking.

By the end of the banquet, Sir Edmund was so inebriated that he could barely walk. Gavin had no choice but to assist him back to his tent with the help of the servants.

After settling Edmund on the bed, Gavin was about to leave when he noticed Edmund gripping his forearm tightly.

Edmund's eyes seemed clearer now as he used what little strength he had to sit up. He took a glass of water from a servant and pointed to a box next to Gavin. "I was going to give this to you after you came of age, but you need it more now. It rightfully belongs to you."

Gavin looked at Edmund with confusion and suspicion, unable to guess what he meant.

Edmund motioned towards the box, encouraging Gavin to open it.

Curious, Gavin approached the box, bent down, and carefully lifted the lid. Inside was a set of exquisite plate armor, its metal gleaming brightly in the dim light. Each piece was intricately engraved, showcasing superb craftsmanship.

The accompanying sword had a slender, straight blade with a red gem set into the hilt. The blade was razor-sharp, exuding a chilling aura. Gavin was captivated by the sight, his eyes wide with amazement.

"This was made for your father when he came of age. Now, it belongs to you," Edmund said, having stood up behind Gavin.

Gavin closed the box and said hurriedly, "My lord, this is too precious."

Edmund smiled and waved dismissively. "Take it. I hope it will protect you in the future. That's all. I need to rest now." With that, he lay back on the bed.

With Tommen's help, Gavin donned the full set of armor. It was expertly crafted and highly functional, featuring a hook for holding spears. Despite being only 15 years old, Gavin, being tall, found the armor to fit him well.

As he looked at himself in the mirror, a wave of warmth filled his heart.

To Gavin, Sir Edmund was like a beacon of warmth. Aside from his mother, Sir Edmund was the most important person in his life.

Sir Edmund's affection for him had never been diminished by his status as a bastard. Instead, Sir Edmund's care and support had always been unwavering, providing Gavin with profound warmth in an otherwise complex world.

Time quickly passed, and it was soon time for the group competition to begin, still in the open space in front of the castle. The Tyrell family had enclosed a circular area with a diameter of 500 meters using logs, with a height of less than 1 meter and over 20 entrances and exits, allowing any contestant to withdraw easily.

According to the rules, a team could consist of no more than 5 people. Coach Ryan had suggested sending another veteran, but Gavin declined.

Gavin, carrying his spear and accompanied by three hired gladiators, entered the arena with the Costayne family flag displayed on his spear.

Soon, the arena was filled with over 200 participants, all clad in armor, armed with weapons, and closely huddled with their teams.

---

Gavin glanced around and soon spotted the Hightower family on the opposite side.

The man holding the banner was a tall soldier, flanked by four guards who were faintly protecting him. They all wore finely crafted plate armor.

As if sensing something, the man with the banner also looked toward Gavin's team. Their gazes locked across the field, and it was as if invisible sparks ignited between them.

The referee rode slowly to the center of the field and announced the rules loudly. However, no one seemed interested in listening. The tension was palpable, the heavy atmosphere almost suffocating, filling every inch of the air with a tight, anxious energy.

When the referee finally left the field on horseback, the tension intensified, like an invisible net tightening around everyone. The moment he was completely out of sight, the official horn of the competition blared, instantly igniting the flames of battle.

Several closely allied families began to move closer, cautiously gathering strength to protect themselves and to eliminate other opponents first in the fierce competition.

Seeing this, the weaker teams understood that they could not allow the others to consolidate their positions. They immediately launched attacks without hesitation. Teams further away also targeted those they deemed vulnerable.

A team on Gavin's left suddenly attacked. A fierce warrior, spear in hand, lunged directly at Gavin, aiming to impale him like a snake striking from its hole. The spear whistled through the air, clearly intent on delivering a fatal blow.

However, before the three gladiators could react to the sudden assault, Gavin had already responded with alarming speed. He moved forward swiftly, his spear darting out like a sear serpent from the sea, knocking the opponent's helmet off with precise and powerful force.

Gavin then swung his arm, and with a thunderous impact, the spear struck the opponent, knocking him unconscious instantly without a sound. The three gladiators behind him quickly engaged and attacked the opposing team.

Gavin charged into the fray with astonishing speed. His movements were swift and fierce, his spear stabbing, thrusting, sweeping, and slashing with immense power. In the blink of an eye, he had sent his foes crashing to the ground.

Those who fell groaned in pain or fainted outright, leaving chaos in their wake. Nearby teams, witnessing Gavin's prowess, recoiled in fear, quickly moving away to avoid becoming his next target.

The melee erupted into full chaos, with the shouts of combat and clashing weapons creating a deafening din.

Seeing no one approaching, Gavin and his team chose to observe the battlefield, standing quietly to assess the situation.

The Hightowers, instead of attacking, immediately formed a defensive position, supported by numerous allies. They had teams to their left, right, and behind them. Although not in close proximity, they worked in unison to block any sneaky attacks, creating a relatively secure defensive formation.

Gradually, the battle stalemated. Four or five teams, including the Hightowers, had formed groups and were holding their ground.

One team, bearing a hunter's flag, was particularly formidable. They had defeated two other teams and now boasted a force of thirteen. No one dared approach them. At this point, they were less than 30 meters from Gavin's position.

This team, spotting Gavin and his group, charged forward eagerly, as if seeing new prey. Gavin and his team readied themselves and charged back. The pace was swift, their eyes fierce, and a fierce confrontation was imminent.

In the main stand, a group of nobles watched the battle intently. Under a hunter's flag, Randyll Tarly looked at his eldest son, Sam, beside him. Sam's face was pale and his body trembled uncontrollably, clearly terrified by the bloody scene. His chubby face was contorted with fear, his muscles quivering, and his thick arms shaking.

Randyll, seeing this, shouted angrily, "You useless coward! Don't bring this weakling here to tarnish our family's reputation!" He then turned to his second son, Dickon, who was watching the battlefield with bright, fearless eyes. Randyll sighed in frustration, "Why isn't Dickon the eldest? Why are the Seven Gods so unfair, giving me such a cowardly heir?"

He patted Dickon on the shoulder, pointed to the team charging towards Gavin, and said seriously, "Dickon, that represents our family's motto—"First in Battle." Remember, the glory of House Tarly lies in charging forward, no matter the enemy." Having given up on his eldest son, Randyll found solace in his capable younger son.

Just as Randyll was about to continue his advice, he was interrupted by Dickon's sudden exclamation.

He looked at the field and saw Gavin and his team countercharging against an enemy force that outnumbered them. The two sides collided in an instant.

A young man, moving like a shadow, swiftly penetrated the enemy's formation with his spear. The spear's tip darted left and right, disrupting the enemy's ranks. The enemy soldiers, panicked, were unable to counter his assault.

The young man then discarded his spear and drew his sword. His swordsmanship was superb, his blade cutting through the air with deadly precision. Each strike was aimed at vital points, and his figure wove through the enemy lines with deadly grace. The sword's swift movements left a trail of fallen soldiers, and the remaining forces retreated, their morale shattered.

In moments, the previously formidable team lay defeated. The young man's armor was bloodied, but he showed no sign of fatigue, radiating a chilling aura.

The battlefield was now steeped in the smell of blood, and the sounds of battle seemed to fade. The young man stood among the fallen, a formidable figure of war, commanding awe and respect.

----

Gavin took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the blood and gunpowder smoke that filled the battlefield into his lungs. He slowly turned around and looked at the three people charging with him.

Although they managed to hold on and did not fall, their injuries were severe, with blood continuously seeping out and staining their clothes red. One of them had a gash on his abdomen, while the other two bore long, bloody scratches from sword strikes.

Gavin refocused on the stadium. After the initial chaos, fewer than a hundred people remained on the field. The once noisy and chaotic battlefield now seemed relatively empty. The remaining individuals were roughly divided into several factions.

One of these factions was led by the Hightower family. Due to their effective initial defense, their strength remained relatively intact, and their morale was high. The other groups had suffered varying degrees of casualties.

After the recent combat, Gavin had a clear understanding of his own strength for the first time. With his sophisticated armor and masterful swordsmanship, he could handle any team on the field with ease.

He felt the power surging through his muscles, brimming with potential. Although he had expended some energy, he showed no signs of fatigue. On the contrary, he felt increasingly invigorated by the battle. He turned to the three companions and signaled for them to leave.

Gavin watched as his teammates exited the field, then bent down to retrieve the spear with the flag from the ground. He adjusted his stance, raised the spear upright, and walked slowly toward the Hightower family. His eyes were confident, as if the enemies before him were mere ants awaiting his conquest.

The nobles in the stands erupted into whispers and murmurs. Many were curious about what the young man intended to do.

Did he plan to take on the tightly united and well-prepared team of over ten people by himself?

Some looked on in fear, believing the young man to be reckless; others watched with eager anticipation, hoping he might perform a miracle; and some regarded him with disdain, thinking his actions were foolish and overconfident.

Edmund in the stands was as anxious as an ant on a hot stove, sweat beads rolling down his forehead. He shouted Gavin's name loudly, waving his hands in the air desperately, trying to catch Gavin's attention. However, his anxious calls were drowned out by the nobles' discussions.

At the same time, Willas, observing the scene, muttered to himself, "I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be so impressive. I wonder what other surprises you have in store."

Margaery Tyrell, hearing her brother speaking to himself, asked curiously, "Brother Willas, do you know him?"

Willas affectionately touched Margaery's head and replied, "I met him at a banquet before. His name is Gavin Flowers. He is a talented individual in managing territories. I was hoping to bring him into the High Garden to serve." As he spoke, Willas's eyes reflected both appreciation and anticipation.

"Flowers? Since he's not a knight yet, you could accept him as a squire," Margaery suggested, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Of course not. He is only 15 and has not yet undergone his coming-of-age ceremony. It's unusual for someone so young to be a knight," Willas explained with a smile.

He then sighed, a trace of melancholy crossing his face. "After witnessing his swordsmanship, I considered making him an attendant, but he is the illegitimate son of the Costayne family."

"I see, I understand," Margaery replied with a frown.

"Oh? What do you understand?" Willas asked, intrigued. His sister, raised by their grandmother, was exceptionally perceptive despite her youth.

"The only members of the Costayne family are Earl Horton and Sir Edmund. Sir Edmund's wife, Lilith Tyrell, is pregnant. As she is a member of the Tyrell family, Gavin Flowers is the only male of his generation, even if he is illegitimate.

If you propose to bring an underage illegitimate son into the High Garden, it may be seen as favoritism towards Lilith. It's better if the proposal comes from the other side rather than us," Margaery explained patiently. After a moment's thought, she added, "But I have an idea."

Willas, surprised, knew his sister's approach to matters was often more astute than his own. "What's your idea? Tell me."

Margaery smiled slyly and said, "I could use the occasion of the name day to make him my guardian knight. A noble lady's guardian knight is an honorary position, so it wouldn't offend Sir Edmund. It could serve as a means to eventually bring him into the High Garden."

Willas smiled wryly and said, "You little schemer. But it's best to consult with your grandmother before making any decisions."

Margaery raised her head proudly. "I understand. While his swordsmanship is impressive, it's better to test his capabilities in managing territories as well."

Willas looked at his sister, curious about the clever plan she had devised.

As Gavin advanced, the surroundings fell silent. No one dared to stop or attack him. Clearly, everyone was aware of the conflict between him and the Hightower family, and their eyes were fixed on him, anticipating the unfolding drama with varying emotions.

Given the strength Gavin had demonstrated, if he could disrupt the Hightower family's strict formation, it would be advantageous for everyone present.

Except for those eager for battle, most onlookers had paused, keeping a wary eye on other teams while watching Gavin with interest, as if waiting for an exciting spectacle.

Gavin held the spear and stood only 30 paces away from the Hightower family. He then planted the spear deeply into the ground, forming a flag. The entire audience gasped in amazement, marveling at the power required for such a feat.

Seeing Gavin display such formidable strength, the Hightower family's expressions turned serious. The previously relaxed atmosphere seemed to freeze, the air growing heavy and tense.

They gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes wary and alert. They quickly adjusted their formation, preparing for the impending battle. The atmosphere among the crowd was charged with tension, making it almost palpable.

Gavin's eyes sharpened, and his right hand grasped the hilt of his long sword with ironclad resolve. He drew it with a swift motion, the blade flashing with a cold, frosty light, as if eager for blood.

---

Gavin kicked his legs hard and charged toward the Hightower family's strict formation like a bolt of lightning. The opponents' attack came immediately, like a torrential downpour and gusts of wind, with two long spears thrusting at him aggressively. But Gavin's movements were as elusive as a phantom. He swiftly veered to the left to dodge one spear and then leaned back to avoid another spear aimed at him from the front.

In the blink of an eye, he had penetrated the enemy's formation, and the sword in his hand was swung with the speed of the wind. A cold light flashed, and a member of the Hightower family was pierced through the heart by Gavin's sword before he could react, collapsing on the spot.

Gavin then charged toward the man holding the flag. The opponent, terrified, hastily raised his spear to block the attack. Gavin's wrist flicked with precision, and the sword bypassed the spear like a serpent, delivering a deadly counter. The man's throat was swiftly slit, and blood spurted out.

At that moment, another attacker came from the side. Gavin sidestepped, delivering a powerful kick to the man's abdomen, sending him several meters away. Another enemy took the chance to strike from behind. Gavin, as if having eyes on the back of his head, spun around and struck the man with the hilt of his sword. The man groaned and collapsed unconscious on the ground.

The Hightower family's allies roared and quickly joined the fray. Gavin, undaunted, intensified his focus. His eyes grew fiercer, and the sword in his hand swung with precision. Sometimes he stabbed quickly, other times he executed tricky maneuvers, and occasionally he delivered powerful chops. Each strike was infused with immense force.

An enemy attacked fiercely from the left. Gavin spun like the wind and slashed the opponent's arm with a backhand cut; another enemy approached from behind. Gavin seemed to have eyes on his back again, turning quickly to thrust his sword into the opponent's chest. Gavin moved as if he was navigating an empty space, his sword flashing with deadly precision.

Some enemies had their arms severed by his rapid strikes and fell screaming to the ground; others were slain instantly by his accurate blows. His movements were as swift as lightning, each action fierce and decisive.

On the chaotic battlefield, Gavin was like a peerless dancer of death. Each of his movements was both swift and intense, laden with lethal threats. His sword carved sharp arcs through the air, each swing followed by the screams of the enemy. Despite being surrounded by more than a dozen enemies, none could close in on him. His sword was like a raging dragon or a fierce tiger descending from the mountains, showcasing a masterful swordsmanship that struck terror into all.

When Gavin's long sword slashed the throat of the last enemy, no one was left standing before him. Among the Hightower family's waiting forces, only Gavin remained, standing proudly. His chest heaved with heavy breaths, sweat dripped down his face, and fell onto the blood-stained ground.

A dead silence enveloped the surroundings, punctuated only by Gavin's labored breathing and the occasional fluttering of flags in the wind. The blood-soaked ground and the scattered bodies bore witness to the fierce battle that had just occurred. Gavin slowly stood up, the sword hanging by his side, its tip dripping with blood.

He surveyed the remaining opponents who eyed him with a mix of avarice and fear, his face devoid of pity or trepidation. He extended his hand and bent his fingers in a provocative gesture, full of disdain.

At that moment, Gavin's provocation ignited the stands and the crowd of onlookers like a powder keg, erupting in deafening and overwhelming sounds. The crowd was driven by an invisible force, their whispers turning into a cacophony of exclamations, cheers, and doubts crashing together like a surging tide.

Gavin felt more invigorated than ever. Despite having expended considerable physical strength, the intense battle had only made him stronger. It seemed he had truly mastered the master-level swordsmanship bestowed by the panel. Seeing that no one dared to challenge him, he smiled and charged forward without hesitation.

In response to Gavin's charge, some people initially attempted to fight back, but as they were quickly overpowered, a bizarre scene unfolded. Wherever Gavin went, individuals either fled in panic or surrendered. Before long, Gavin was the only one remaining on the field.

In just a few days, Edmund had hosted three banquets, with Gavin as the guest of honor at each one. Unwilling to pause, he had already ordered preparations for a fourth banquet.

In contrast to Edmund's excitement, Gavin was weary of the banquets. After a polite toast, he quickly pretended to be intoxicated and left, his mind far from the festivities.

Escaping the banquet, Gavin eagerly pursued his goals under Tommen's guidance.

"Sir, we can only provide 110,000 gold dragons in coin at present. Please allow us 10 days to secure the remaining 40,000 gold dragons. The Chamber of Commerce does not have enough gold dragons on hand. If you have concerns, we can also offer goods of equal value as collateral.

Additionally, we will compensate you with 2,000 gold dragons for our mistakes." The speaker lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly, sweat beads forming on his forehead, hands nervously twisting, and eyes filled with unease as he nervously observed Gavin's reaction.

Gavin, feeling quite helpless, frowned. Seeing the manager's sincerity and lack of intent to default, he stood silently, his gaze thoughtful.

The steward, growing more anxious, trembled slightly, fearing he might provoke the fierce warrior before him. He had witnessed the previous duel and was still shaken by the brutal scene. He hurriedly added, "Sir, our Chamber of Commerce has been engaged in duel betting in Westeros for over 200 years. Even the Iron Bank is involved. Rest assured, our reputation is solid, and we have extensive resources. We can help you find anything you need in the future." His voice was visibly shaky, and his eyes were full of desperation.

Hearing this, Gavin suddenly remembered something and said, "It's not that I can't wait 10 days, but I need certain materials. You must assist me in procuring them." He requested paper and quill, and listed all the materials and medicines required for the blood puppet.

The steward examined the list, breathing a sigh of relief. He responded, "Sir, the Chamber of Commerce can supply these materials immediately. However, I'm unsure of the quantities you require. These items are expensive, totaling around 1,200 gold dragons. But, I can offer you 1,000 gold dragons to express our gratitude for your understanding."

---

"But I need a large quantity; can you provide it at this price?" Gavin asked, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

"I'm not sure how much you need, sir. If it's a significant amount, I may not be able to make that decision," the steward responded, looking uncomfortable.

After a moment of thought, Gavin said, "I need 50 copies of these materials."

"Well, sir, providing 50 copies is not an issue, but I'm afraid our current inventory can only cover 7 copies. If there are any missing materials, we will promptly transfer them to you. We have a warehouse in the old town, and we will ensure they reach you before the end of the martial arts competition," the steward replied quickly. After Gavin agreed, he called over a servant, gave a few instructions, and invited Gavin to sit. "Please take a seat while I arrange the gold dragons for you."

Gavin and Tommen led a caravan back to the camp. Upon arrival, a group of soldiers who had been waiting eagerly helped unload the boxes. Soon, two massive boxes were carefully placed inside Gavin's tent.

Gavin had returned with a total of 100,000 gold dragons. After deducting the 30,000 gold dragons owed to Tommen and the other soldiers, Gavin had retained 70,000 gold dragons. This substantial sum drew considerable attention from everyone.

Gavin placed the box containing 30,000 gold dragons in the open space in front of the tent and enlisted a few respected veterans to organize the distribution of the money.

Soldiers who had won bets quickly gathered, eagerly dividing the gold. Their faces were flushed with excitement, and their expressions were filled with uncontainable joy. Their smiles were wide, and they showered Gavin with praises.

With the materials obtained, Gavin's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he couldn't wait to test the blood puppet. Coincidentally, a gladiator who had competed against him earlier in the day had succumbed to severe injuries and bled to death.

Recalling his earlier request to Tommen, Gavin pulled him aside with a serious expression and asked quietly, "What did the others say about the question I asked you to investigate?"

"I've spoken with the two captains. They mentioned that the deceased gladiator was not a companion of theirs, just a hired participant. They said they wouldn't be taking the body and asked if we could assist with the burial," Tommen answered promptly.

Gavin sighed in relief and said, "You should find a carriage later. Since we fought together, I would prefer to handle the burial personally."

Tommen's face showed surprise, and he said admiringly, "Captain, let me take care of these tasks. There's no need for you to do it yourself."

Gavin shook his head slightly and firmly instructed, "Do as I say. Inform me as soon as you're ready and carry out the task tonight."

Although Tommen had doubts, he accepted Gavin's decision without question, bowed his head in agreement, and quickly went off to prepare.

Watching Tommen's departing figure, Gavin turned resolutely and entered the tent to hurriedly prepare the materials needed for the ceremony.

Late into the night, the surroundings were quiet. Gavin, guided by the dim moonlight and the flickering torch he carried, drove a carriage into the depths of an uninhabited forest.

He had given various reasons to refuse Tommen's assistance and had come alone with the body.

The deceased gladiator was named Dasio. He had fought Gavin with a scimitar earlier. Agile, swift, and highly skilled, Dasio had died in pursuit of a generous reward.

Gavin undressed Dasio and revealed a severe wound that had pierced his abdomen. The wound was gruesome and gory, clearly the cause of death.

With the torchlight flickering, Gavin began to draw runes on the body. He worked with intense concentration, sweating beads forming on his forehead as he feared any mistakes.

After two tense hours, Gavin completed the rune carving. He checked it thoroughly, ensuring no errors, then sighed in relief and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Next, he retrieved a simple blood transfusion device from the carriage. It consisted of a flexible cowhide bag filled with liquid and a thick blood vessel. Compared to the infusion tubes Gavin had used in his previous life, this device was extremely rudimentary.

In his previous life, such a crude device would have hastened a patient's demise. Fortunately, in this world of mysterious magic, it only served as a temporary substitute for a blood mage's abilities, aiding Gavin in his blood transfusion.

By now, the sky was lightening with the approach of dawn, but Gavin, having stayed awake all night, was alert and not at all tired. Once the medicine was nearly administered, he unsheathed a dagger and cut his wrist. A steady stream of blood flowed into the bag. Gavin carefully monitored the quantity, enduring the intense dizziness from blood loss.

When he felt the blood volume was sufficient, Gavin quickly took out a small bottle of liquid from his pocket, dripped his blood into it, shook it briefly, and drank it all.

Miraculously, the wound on his wrist began to heal at an astonishing rate. Within a minute, the cut was completely healed, leaving no trace.

Seeing the potion's effect, Gavin was deeply impressed. He lamented that the magical potion's shelf life was only thirty minutes, or he would have prepared more for backup.

Gavin watched the blood slowly infusing and silently prayed. Given the current state of magical energy and his unconventional methods, he wasn't confident about the success of the ceremony.

Suddenly, a large amount of black blood surged from Dasio's wound, a clear sign of successful blood exchange. Gavin placed his hand on the corpse's chest, focusing intently, waiting for the moment the black blood ceased flowing.

---

Finally, the blood ceased to flow, and Gavin quickly channeled magical energy into the runes. The horrific wounds on the corpse began to heal at an astonishing speed, and within moments, the injuries were completely healed.

Dasio, who had been dead all night, slowly opened his eyes, revealing pupils as red as blood.

Gavin's excitement was uncontrollable. He commanded loudly, "Stand up!"

The corpse rose to its feet.

Eager to assess the results, Gavin immediately opened the panel. Noting the prompt to name the newly revived creature, he pondered briefly before naming it "Blood Dragon Guard."

Host: Gavin Flowers

Age: 15

Bloodline:

Bloodfire Dragonborn (development 33%): A Valyrian High dragonlord's bloodline, capable of mastering dragons and controlling fire, with initial awakening.

Rule:

1/33 (Your slaves can be promoted through the panel)

1 Junior Blood Dragon Guard (the blood puppet created from dragonborn blood can be advanced twice)

Skills:

Fire Manipulation: MasterSwordsmanship: MasterFlame Blade: ProficientArchery: MasterySpear: Mastery

Energy Points: 1 (accumulated by absorbing ambient magical energy or actively drawing magical power)

Gavin selected the Junior Blood Dragon Guard on the panel.

Type: Blood Dragon Guard

Level: Junior

Abilities:

Greater strengthRapid Self-Healing (consumes magical energy to quickly heal wounds)Combat Skills (possesses 50% of the master's combat abilities)

Gavin carefully reviewed the Blood Dragon Guard's introduction and abilities before proceeding with the test.

He handed the sword he had prepared to the Blood Dragon Guard and instructed him to attack. After two minutes of combat under Gavin's orders, the Blood Dragon Guard ceased attacking. Gavin assessed the results and found that, although its pure strength surpassed his own, its swordsmanship was slightly lacking compared to his own. However, it was still at the level of a skilled swordsman as described in the panel.

Gavin inflicted various wounds on the Blood Dragon Guard with his sword and then commanded it to heal itself rapidly. Within a minute, all the wounds were healed, and the speed of healing was visibly impressive. Gavin noted that more severe wounds consumed more magical energy.

After the test, Gavin was highly satisfied with the Blood Dragon Guard's performance. Despite his reluctance, he allocated the few energy points he had to the Blood Dragon Guard. Instantly, the Blood Dragon Guard's appearance changed dramatically. Its skin tightened, and its muscles grew substantially, making it much more formidable. Gavin watched as the enhanced Blood Dragon Guard approached him with a fierce aura.

Gavin quickly checked the upgraded Blood Dragon Guard's panel.

Type: Blood Dragon Guard

Level: Intermediate

Abilities:

Great Strength (ultimate power granted by the ritual)Rapid Self-Healing (consumes magical energy to quickly heal wounds)Combat Skills (possesses 60% of the master's combat abilities)Tough Skin (the skin is highly resistant to damage, akin to leather armor)

After studying the panel, Gavin repeated the previous tests on the now Intermediate Blood Dragon Guard. Compared to before, the intermediate Blood Dragon Guard showed significant improvements in strength and added the "Tough Skin" ability. Gavin tested its defense by scratching it with his sword and found its resistance comparable to that of leather armor.

As the sky began to brighten, Gavin dressed the Blood Dragon Guard in the clothes and armor he had prepared, instructed him to hide deep in the woods, and then drove the carriage slowly back to the camp.

By dawn, Gavin returned to camp. Despite the exhaustion from staying up all night, the excitement of his successful experiment kept him alert.

However, upon entering his tent, fatigue suddenly overcame him. Gavin longed to collapse onto the bed and fall into a deep sleep. But his plans were interrupted as Edmond entered, having opened the tent's curtain.

Seeing the exhausted Gavin, Edmond smiled and said, "I heard you personally buried the gladiator last night?"

Gavin replied, "Yes, sir. Since he fought alongside me, I thought it was only right for me to handle his burial."

"There's no need to overexert yourself in the future. That gladiator was merely a mercenary seeking commissions. From now on, let the soldiers manage such matters," Edmond said, glancing casually outside the tent. Then, two more individuals entered.

Turning back to Gavin with a hint of concern, Edmond said, "In two days, there will be a banquet hosted by the Tyrell family. Willas has invited you, remember? You might not have an appropriate outfit, so let them measure you quickly."

After thanking Edmond for his consideration, Gavin suppressed his sleepiness and cooperated with the two tailors who proceeded to take his measurements.

The tailors worked swiftly and skillfully, taking measurements and whispering the data to each other.

As Gavin's eyelids grew heavy, the measurements were finally completed. Exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

Two evenings later, Edmond accompanied Gavin, now dressed in a new outfit, to Highgarden. This was Gavin's first visit to the interior of Highgarden Castle, and he was immediately captivated by the stunning surroundings.

The castle, built from snow-white stone, glowed softly in the evening light. Entering it felt like stepping into a vast garden, with lush greenery, colorful flowers, and fragrant scents. Birds chirped melodiously, their songs echoing in the serene air.

They walked down a long corridor to the banquet hall's entrance. The doorman, seeing Edmond, bowed respectfully and announced, "Please wait, sir," before entering the hall to announce, "Lord Edmond Costayne from the Costayne family is here."

Upon hearing the announcement, Edmond turned to Gavin with a knowing smile. "Let's go; you might find other opportunities today," he said, then entered the banquet hall without waiting for further questions. Though puzzled, Gavin followed closely behind.

Inside the banquet hall, Willas greeted them warmly. After exchanging pleasantries, Edmond asked, "Where is Duke Mace? I would like to meet him."

Willas smiled and replied, "My father has been expecting you. Allow me to escort you this way." He then glanced at Gavin and added with a meaningful smile, "Feel free to explore. If you're hungry, there is food on the left table. You can also call for a servant if you need anything. Enjoy yourself." He then led Edmond to meet Duke Mace.

----

The peculiar expressions of the two individuals left Gavin puzzled, and he couldn't discern their intentions. Deciding to focus on something practical, Gavin opted to satisfy his hunger first and moved towards the dining table laden with food.

It soon became clear why they had looked at him strangely. As Gavin was leisurely enjoying the delicious fare, a group of young ladies approached him. Their conversation overwhelmed and anxious Gavin, and a few were quite forward in their remarks. Their boldness caused Gavin to blush and feel at a loss for how to respond.

Fortunately, Duke Mace Tyrell, seated prominently, raised a cup and began a speech, which provided a much-needed distraction for Gavin. Seizing the opportunity, Gavin quickly gathered some food and quietly exited the courtyard.

Though evening had arrived, the courtyard was brightly lit. The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the space, blending with the vibrant lights.

The surrounding woods were lush, the breeze rustling the leaves as if whispering the secrets of the night. Flowers bloomed in the interplay of light and shadow, their vibrant colors and captivating fragrances adding to the ambiance. A gentle breeze brought a touch of coolness, and Gavin felt comfortable in the serene setting.

Gavin headed toward a chair under a distant tree, sat down, and began eating. He mused to himself, "No wonder they were looking at me like that. Edmond should have given me a heads-up."

"Hello, sir. This is the first time we've met. I am Margaery Tyrell," a melodious voice, like a nightingale's song, interrupted his thoughts from behind.

Gavin turned around quickly to see a girl of about thirteen or fourteen standing behind him. She had straight brown hair, a face as delicate as finely carved sclupture, and eyes that sparkled with intelligence.

Gavin set his plate aside and bowed. "Hello, Miss Margaery. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Gavin Flowers."

In his previous life, Gavin had admired the character of Margaery Tyrell when watching the show. She skillfully maneuvered every political move and seemed to gain the upper hand against Queen Cersei, only for Cersei to eventually overturn the game. Gavin had felt regret at her tragic end.

Gavin looked at Margaery, confused, and asked, "This banquet is in honor of your name day. As the guest of honor, why are you here?"

"May I call you Gavin?" Margaery replied with a smile, avoiding the question.

"Of course," Gavin answered.

"Then Gavin, why are you here?" Margaery inquired with a mischievous grin.

Gavin, recognizing the look, said with a hint of resignation, "Miss Margaery, you must have seen what happened earlier."

Margaery took a seat opposite Gavin, swinging her legs slightly and leaning on her arms with a playful expression. "I understand your troubles, Gavin."

They shared a smile before Margaery continued, "You can just call me Margaery. No need for formalities. I saw your team's competition; it was quite impressive. You must practice swordsmanship diligently, correct?"

"I wouldn't say diligently, but I do train every day," Gavin replied as he sat down.

Margaery sighed, "Although Highgarden holds martial arts competitions regularly, this one is special because it's for my name day, so my father has invested a lot in it."

Gavin, though intrigued, complimented her, "It may seem extravagant, but it reflects the Duke's affection for you. It's clear family means a lot to him. You must be very cherished."

Margaery smiled, then sighed softly, "Actually, Highgarden hosts a martial arts competition every year out of necessity. You must be aware of the situation in the Reach."

Gavin, aware of the Tyrell family's struggles with control over the Reach, responded cautiously, "I've heard about it."

Margaery continued, "It's no secret that the Tyrell family struggles with controlling the Reach. Holding these tournaments is partly to maintain the semblance of authority. Even though we're wealthy, hosting these events every year costs a fortune and leaves Highgarden's security lacking. It would be better if that money went into developing the territory."

Gavin was surprised. From his perspective, such grand events should generate profit rather than incur heavy expenses. He asked curiously, "Does the Tyrell family gain no benefits from these tournaments?"

Margaery's eyes widened, "The cost alone, including the prize money and expenses for entertaining the nobles, amounts to no less than 20,000 gold dragons. Do you think hosting a tournament brings in profit?"

"Don't you charge taxes?" Gavin inquired.

"We do, but it's insufficient. The tax collected by the officials doesn't cover the expenses," Margaery explained.

Gavin, intrigued, asked about the specifics of tax collection. After listening to Margaery, he understood the issue: the high volume of people and caravans made it difficult for tax officials to manage collections effectively. The flat terrain and numerous routes leading to Highgarden made tax collection in crowded and chaotic markets challenging, allowing many merchants to evade proper reporting.

After some thought, Gavin offered a casual suggestion:

"There are various ways to capitalize on hosting a tournament. For instance, you could classify and plan for major commercial streets in advance. Setting up tents from the Tyrell family's inventory to create camps around these streets would allow tax officials to monitor and tax goods entering these areas more efficiently. This would prevent many commercial activities from escaping scrutiny. Additionally, charging rent for these camps would provide extra revenue."

Margaery looked at Gavin with astonishment and admiration. She hadn't expected that the long-standing issue troubling the Tyrell family could be resolved so easily by Gavin.

-----

Her eyes sparkled with unmistakable joy. Focusing intently on Gavin, she asked with a hint of playfulness, "Gavin, you mentioned several solutions. Could you elaborate on them?"

Gavin's cheeks flushed at Margaery's tone. He smiled awkwardly, trying to mask his embarrassment, and responded:

"There are indeed several strategies. For instance, the Tyrell family could ban all but the most significant gambling activities, closely monitor all bets to track income, and ensure proper collection of gambling taxes. Gamblers would feel more secure knowing that the Tyrell family is overseeing and safeguarding their stakes. This would also address the security issues caused by gambling-related disturbances and thefts."

Margaery, initially taken aback by Gavin's ease in proposing another solution, blushed slightly when she recalled her own earlier flirtation and looked at Gavin's handsome face. Realizing that if being charming could yield such valuable advice, it was worth the effort, she decided to employ the same tactic once more.

Their conversation continued until a maid approached Margaery, saying urgently, "Miss, why are you out here? Return to the banquet; the cake has arrived, and Lord Mace is looking for you."

Without replying, Margaery stood, bowed to Gavin, and with a smile invited, "Gavin, please join me. I'd like to cut a piece of cake for you as a thank you for your helpful suggestions."

Gavin rose and returned the bow, "Then I'll be in your debt, Margaery."

The two swiftly returned to the banquet hall, where a towering thirteen-layer cake had been placed at the center of the venue.

Upon seeing his daughter, Duke Mace Tyrell waved affectionately and said, "Come on, Margaery, it's time for you to cut the cake." Margaery approached the cake, bowed to her father, took the knife from the attendant, and began slicing. The attendants then served pieces of cake to the guests.

A short time later, Duke Mace Tyrell led Margaery, who had just cut the cake, to the elevated platform and announced, "To celebrate my daughter's thirteenth name day," before drinking from his glass.

Suddenly, Margaery respectfully bowed to her father and said, "Father, I would like to request a gift." The room fell silent as everyone turned their attention to the platform.

Duke Mace Tyrell inquired, "What is it, my daughter?" Margaery glanced around the room, then looked at her father and said, "Father, I wish to receive a guardian knight."

Upon hearing this, Duke Mace Tyrell laughed and addressed the crowd, "Is there any noble young man willing to become my daughter's guardian knight?" Instantly, the hall buzzed with eager volunteers.

Margaery, observing the enthusiastic crowd, turned to her father and asked, "Father, may I choose and appoint someone myself?"

"Of course," Duke Mace Tyrell replied cheerfully. "It seems my daughter has someone in mind." He then drew his sword and handed it to Margaery. "Use my sword for the appointment."

Margaery took the sword, stepped forward, and the onlookers' anticipation grew. Gavin, realizing Margaery was looking at him, felt a flutter of anticipation himself.

Margaery confirmed Gavin's expectation with her next words. "Gavin Flowers, please come forward." At Margaery's call, Gavin stepped forward without hesitation.

Soon, they stood facing each other. Margaery looked at Gavin with seriousness and said, "Gavin, you may now choose a new surname for yourself..."

"Belaerys," Gavin replied, choosing his mother's surname.

"Please kneel," Margaery requested, and Gavin immediately knelt on one knee.

Margaery raised the long sword slightly and gently placed it on Gavin's shoulder.

"I, Margaery Tyrell, daughter of Duke Mace Tyrell, hereby appoint Gavin Belaerys as my guardian knight.

In the name of the Warrior, I ask you to be brave.

In the name of the Father, I ask you to be just.

In the name of the Maiden, I ask you to protect the vulnerable."

Margaery then lowered the sword.

"Rise, Gavin Belaerys, Knight of the Seven Kingdoms."

In Westeros, knights are often regarded as a quasi-aristocratic class, with distinctions among them. The highest rank includes property knights, who own villages or manors and enjoy their revenues. Paid knights serve loyal feudal lords and rely on them for their livelihood. The lowest rank consists of those with knightly status only, such as sworn or honor knights.

Gavin's situation was somewhat unique. Although he was appointed as a knight of the Seven Kingdoms without an oath, the manner of his appointment was specific to his role as Margaery's guardian knight. An unmarried noble girl's appointment of a guardian knight is largely symbolic, requiring only the protection of her honor. Should she marry, the responsibility typically transfers to her husband, leaving the original knight as a free knight.

Despite the honorary nature of Gavin's knighthood, it is legally recognized in Westeros. Henceforth, he would be addressed as "sir" or "lord" by civilians, have the right to recruit followers and raise armies, and could apply for a development order.

After the appointment, they returned to the courtyard.

Gavin and Margaery, each holding a small plate of cake, strolled into the courtyard. Gavin turned to Margaery and thanked her, "Thank you, Miss Margaery."

"You're welcome, Sir Gavin," Margaery responded playfully.

They exchanged smiles before walking back to the tree where they had previously stood. Margaery asked, "Gavin, what are your future plans? Do you intend to stay in Highgarden?"

After some thought, Gavin replied earnestly, "I plan to travel to the continent of Essos."

"Gavin... I wish you the best of luck," Margaery said hesitantly, offering her final blessing.

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As if anticipating her intentions, Gavin said softly, "If you run into any issues, feel free to write to me. Letters won't interfere with our exchange of ideas."

They continued their conversation in silence for a while until the banquet concluded.

Margery made her way to the tower where her grandmother resided, ascending the stairs with light steps. She knocked gently on the old wooden door, and after receiving a response, she entered slowly.

Inside, an elderly woman came into view. Olenna had silver hair and was of short stature. Her headscarf accentuated her dignified appearance. Despite her weathered face, etched with deep wrinkles, her eyes remained sharp and perceptive, as if she could see through anything. She was none other than Olenna Tyrell, the Queen of Thorns.

Olenna glanced at Margery and said, "Are you done with your foolishness?" Margery smiled, playfully stuck out her tongue, and then walked over to the chair beside her grandmother, settling in and leaning affectionately on her shoulder.

Olenna continued, "My foolish son, when your father matures, he will join you in your folly. Even if that lad has talent, your brother should be given a chance. Tell me, why did you change your mind?"

Margery quickly replied, "He is exceptionally skilled with a sword and has many valuable suggestions for managing the territory."

Olenna sniffed disdainfully. "The Sword of Dawn was also very skilled, but it didn't protect House Targaryen. As for the territory, the Tyrell family is wealthy enough. You are the jewel of Highgarden. It's not worth risking your reputation for a personal knighthood. Just be honest, child."

Margery's heart tightened, and she was at a loss for words.

Olenna sighed and said, "I was young once. A handsome, eloquent young man with superb swordsmanship is indeed captivating, but ultimately, we must act for the sake of our family. So, return to reason, my dear."

Seeing Margery look down in silence, Olenna gently took Margery's hand and said softly, "My child, you will marry a prince or a king and become a queen. That is your true goal, not love."

Meanwhile, Gavin followed Edmund slowly back to the castle along the same path they had taken. The night was clear, with a gentle breeze.

Suddenly, two figures approached Gavin. They were Randyll Tarly and his son Dickon Tarly.

Randyll Tarly's face was serious, his brows slightly furrowed, his gaze fixed ahead. His facial muscles were taut, conveying an impression of unapproachability and sternness. In contrast, his son Dickon's face was eager and full of anticipation.

Earl Tarly greeted Edmund calmly, and Edmund asked with curiosity, "Earl Randyll, is something wrong?"

Randyll Tarly shook his head, glanced at Dickon, and said lightly, "I'm sorry for the interruption. I have no urgent business. This is my son Dickon, who wishes to meet Sir Gavin."

Dickon stepped forward, bowed slightly to show respect to Edmund, then turned to Gavin with hopeful eyes and said, "This is our first meeting, Sir Gavin. I've observed your competition. Could you teach me swordsmanship? I am willing to pay for it."

Gavin frowned and said apologetically, "I'm afraid that won't be possible. After participating in the tournament, I must travel and won't have enough time."

Dickon stamped his feet anxiously and said quickly, "Then, before the competition ends, could you at least give me some guidance?"

Gavin thought for a moment, looked at Landao, and said calmly, "Yes, but I won't accept any payment. I do have one request, if Earl Randyll agrees."

Randyll Tarly raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked, "What is the request?"

Gavin said earnestly, "I've heard that House Tarly's family sword is a Valyrian steel blade. I am an avid swordsman and greatly admire this renowned weapon. I hope that while I teach Dickon, I may use the Heartbreaker Sword."

Randyll nodded slightly, maintaining a neutral expression. "Yes, your swordsmanship does not dishonor my family's sword. You may come to my camp tomorrow to instruct my son."

"Then it's settled," Gavin said with a smile and a slight bow.

That night, Gavin, lying on his bed, sighed with relief and checked his panel. The name had indeed been updated to Gavin Belaerys. The panel updated in real-time. He had requested to use the Heartbreaker Sword as a test to see if Valyrian steel contained any magical properties. If so, it could be a valuable source of energy points in the future.

The next day, Gavin arrived early at the Tarly family camp. Randyll Tarly introduced his eldest son, Samwell Tarly, and hoped he could join the training. Gavin agreed without hesitation and received the Heartbreaker Sword.

The moment Gavin held the sword, he felt a surge of magical energy similar to that from the dragon bone pendant. He thought to himself, "It seems that besides dragon bones, Valyrian steel can also provide magical power." Estimating the absorption rate, he realized it might take seven to eight days to absorb the magic power fully.

To expedite the process, Gavin pushed his students hard. He doubled their training time, employing rigorous methods that left them exhausted and drenched in sweat daily.

Randyll Tarly observed the training daily and noted Dickon's rapid improvement in swordsmanship. Even Samwell, despite his usual demeanor, had become leaner and his skills had improved significantly.

Randyll admired Gavin's detailed and understandable explanations and his strict, attentive training. He was impressed by Gavin's dedication and invited him to dinner every night, sharing his leadership insights.

By the time the jousting began, Gavin had accumulated 3 energy points. The Heartbreaker Sword seemed to slowly absorb ambient magical power. Although the rate was slow, this discovery heightened Gavin's desire for Valyrian steel weapons.

Among all the tournaments in Westeros, jousting held the highest regard. The entry threshold and costs were steep, excluding commoners. The champion would also have the honor of bestowing the title of "Queen of Love and Beauty" upon a lady of their choice.

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It should be noted that it would be scandalous if the champion awarded the crown of honor to a woman who is already married, or if the champion himself is married and does not give the crown to his own wife. Prince Rhaegar's decision to bestow the crown upon Lyanna Stark was highly controversial and led to a series of consequential events.

With his exceptional spear skills, Gavin proved unstoppable, easily making his way to the finals and becoming one of the standout dark horses in this jousting competition.

Interestingly, in his first match, Gavin faced Garth Hightower, known as "Grey Iron." Perhaps to uphold the honor of the Hightower family, Garth attempted to strike Gavin's vital area with his spear, but Gavin dodged effortlessly. After breaking two lances each, Gavin struck Garth in the armpit, dislocating his entire arm, which might take several months to heal.

In the finals, Gavin met another dark horse, Garland Tyrell, who was participating in jousting for the first time and happened to be Margaery's brother.

Despite Gavin's serious approach, both contenders were evenly matched in skill. After Gavin successfully intercepted five lances, he managed to unseat Garland from his horse.

Garland, refusing to concede, took up a sword and shield from his squire and indicated his intention to continue the duel with Gavin, who dismounted and drew his sword in response. The two engaged in a swift combat, but Garland's proficiency was no match for Gavin's masterful swordsmanship. Garland was defeated in just five moves, and Gavin emerged as the champion without surprise.

Looking at the laurel wreath of roses in his hand, Gavin couldn't help but think of the deceased Prince Rhaegar. The same wreath had led to the downfall of his realm. He wondered if he would come to regret this moment when his time came. Shaking off the troubling thoughts, Gavin walked over to the stands and presented the title of "Queen of Love and Beauty" to Margaery Tyrell, who was seated on the stage.

Margaery, receiving the garland, was visibly excited, with a hint of blush on her cheeks. Though she had witnessed countless jousting tournaments and experienced many similar moments, this was the first time she received this honor. Watching Gavin from the stands, Margery felt a pang of sadness: "It would be wonderful if he were truly a prince."

The conclusion of the jousting tournament marked the end of the event in the Reach. The nobles began packing to return home, and the merchants who had come for the event gradually moved on. After bidding farewell to Sir Edmund, Gavin went to Highgarden Castle to say goodbye to Margaery.

In the flower-filled courtyard, with a gentle breeze carrying colorful petals, Gavin saw Margaery waiting with a look of surprise and sadness. Gavin bowed slightly in greeting, and Margery responded with a graceful flick of her skirt as they exchanged pleasantries.

"I will be leaving Highgarden soon, and I came to bid you farewell, Miss Margaery," Gavin said softly.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Margaery's face as she replied eagerly, "Gavin, are you truly not planning to stay in Highgarden?"

Gavin shook his head. "I have other matters to attend to. I'll visit you again when I return."

Margaery bit her lip and smiled, "Then I wish you a pleasant journey. Please take care of yourself while you are away. I look forward to your return." Her eyes lingered on Gavin, as if she wanted to keep his image etched in her memory.

The surrounding flowers swayed gently in the breeze, mirroring the melancholy of their parting.

Gavin had arrived lightly equipped with only a sword, but after the tournament, he had accumulated quite a haul.

A carriage loaded with his spoils stood nearby, three large boxes stacked high. The weight made the carriage difficult to maneuver. The Blood Dragon Guard held the reins tightly, controlling the carriage's speed.

Gavin looked at the large boxes and frowned slightly, thinking, "It's fortunate I swapped the golden dragons for Materials; otherwise, the carriage wouldn't have been able to carry it all. I'll need to prepare materials in advance next time to save space and weight."

The sound of horse hooves and creaking wheels filled the air as Gavin traveled. After more than ten days on the road without encountering any trouble, he found this lack of conflict somewhat disappointing.

Upon returning to Oldtown, he planned to make some preparations and gather magical knowledge from Maester Qyburn before heading out.

The streets of Oldtown remained bustling, and Gavin navigated them with ease. He soon arrived at the hotel where he had previously stayed, booked a room, stored his belongings, and instructed the Blood Dragon Guard to stand watch. He then proceeded to the Citadel.

"Maester Qyburn was expelled from the city? When did this happen?" Gavin was taken aback by the news. He hadn't expected Qyburn to be exposed less than a month after his departure. He wondered if this was a result of the original plot's events or if it was a consequence of his own presence in this world.

"Just ten days ago. The city discovered he was conducting unethical experiments, leading to his expulsion and the removal of his maester's chain. It's fortunate you left when you did. Had you been studying with him, it would have delayed your chain creation process," Maester Michu remarked, lamenting Gavin's timing.

Gavin handed a few golden dragons to Maester Michu and asked, "Do you know where Qyburn went after being expelled from the Citadel?"

Maester Michu pocketed the golden dragons and thought for a moment before replying, "I heard he was active in the Port Street area, treating injuries for mercenaries to earn a living." Sensing Gavin's reluctance to part with Qyburn's knowledge, Michu added, "But don't worry, I can arrange for other maesters to assist you. If you have any preferences, let me know."

Gavin shook his head. "No need, Maester Michu. I'm here to resign as an assistant maester. I plan to travel."

"That's a shame, Gavin. Your medical skills are commendable. But such situations occur every year. If you're certain, I'll assist with the necessary procedures."

"Thank you, Maester Michu," Gavin replied politely.

After leaving the Citadel, Gavin headed straight to Port Street. After spending some money to inquire, he learned that Qyburn had left three days prior, having boarded a ship with a group of mercenaries. His destination remained unknown.

Gavin, feeling helpless, decided to return to the hotel to prepare some medicines. On his way, he passed by Old John's Tavern and ran into an acquaintance, Luca, whom he had previously treated.