"This is right here, a very good tavern in my impression." Desmond pointed to a tavern and said.
He led a few people to an alley on the seaside side of the Visenya Hills. Due to the sea breeze, the stench almost disappeared, making it a good place to eat.
The decoration of the store looks okay. From the outside, you can see the wide view of the pub. Sitting inside, you can overlook Blackwater Bay and the huge Red Castle.
Arthur nodded, took the lead and walked in, walked to the few empty tables left and sat down.
"Boss, what food are you serving today?"
A little girl wearing a beige linen thin coat with a little freckles on her face ran over and introduced her store's special delicacies to Arthur and others in a loud voice, and also recommended the home-brewed rice wine in the store.
She looks about fourteen or fifteen years old. Although she looks immature, she is already able to deal with customers very skillfully.
"Then give me a large piece of charcoal-grilled steak, two roasted pigeons, two pieces of bread, and a small bucket of rice wine. Let these gentlemen and the gentlemen at the table order their own."
According to the eating habits of Westeros, which is close to the Renaissance, there are basically no other methods except boiling, roasting, and braising.
As for the method of simmering a large group of ingredients into one pot, Arthur lost his appetite just looking at it.
Only grilled steak and grilled lamb chops can make him want to start cooking.
"Okay!" The little girl smiled sweetly, curtsied to Arthur, and then turned around to record the food ordered by others.
After all, people in King's Landing can bow to aristocratic customers every time they order a meal.
Then he thought that the villagers in his own territory would only laugh innocently when they saw him, and the little girl Arthur's impression suddenly improved.
He took out four or five coins and stuffed them into the little girl's hand after she finished recording the food for everyone in the group.
The little girl was very smart. Seeing that her parents were not looking at her, she hurriedly stuffed the coins in her hands into her pants pocket.
And winked playfully at Arthur, turned and left.
It was dinner time and there were many people in the pub.
Arthur and the others also followed the trend and started chatting with the people around them from all over the world.
"Hey, I think King Robert will definitely win the team battle. Not to mention his natural power, who dares to beat the king?"
"That's not necessarily true. He's so fat that he can't even wear his own plate armor. How can he still fight?"
Due to Robert's extremely relaxed rule, the common people and wandering knights in the streets and alleys could talk about their king.
There were even those who were very competitive, and after remembering which female worker in the academy Robert had slept with, they also ran to become a comrade with the king.
And asked whether he is taller or the king is taller.
This length is not only physiological, but also temporal.
In this atmosphere, knights and minor nobles enjoyed talking about some of the king's private affairs and gained some sense of pleasure from them.
Arthur was not interested in this, so he took the initiative to start the conversation: "In the lance competition, who do you think is the winner?"
After all, this is what he should care about. The lance champion will be rewarded with 40,000 gold dragons. With this, he has achieved more than half of his purpose in coming to King's Landing.
It would be even better if he could gain connections with a big southern family and have thousands of sets of armor.
Upon hearing this, the customers in the same room expressed their opinions one after another.
"It must be Loras, the Knight of Flowers. Last time he killed the Kingslayer with one shot, but he stole the show."
Loras Tyrell is the third son of Duke Mace, the guardian of the South. He is named the Knight of Flowers because he likes to wear vests full of flowers on his mounts.
"You can pull it! Baihua can win without even seeing the hounds. Can he defeat the two fierce men of the Clegane family?"
The Hound is the Mountain's younger brother, Sandor Clegane.
After being knighted by Prince Rhaegar in the Mountain, the Hound carried his horse to Casterly Rock overnight and swore to serve the Lannister family.
This behavior is very similar to the sworn knight, but because his brother Mountain became a knight, the hunting dog looked down on this title, so he is the sworn warrior of the Lion family.
Currently, the Hound is being ordered by Queen Cersei to serve as a squire to the prince Joffrey the Great.
Later, Barristan, the captain of the Kingsguard, was fired by Joffrey, and the Hound was recruited into the Kingsguard. He also became the first person in the history of Westeros to serve as a non-knight in the Kingsguard.
"I'm more optimistic about Magic Mountain."
"Speaking of which, the regicide is still capable of fighting."
"Why don't we mention the useless Barristan? He is a veteran master who has been fighting for decades without losing a single defeat."
Someone immediately objected to this point of view: "Fart, I can count the number of slaps for Barristan's failure. He is already very old."
"This just shows that he has a lot of experience."
"There is also Beric Dondarrion, who you haven't mentioned yet. He is also a master."
"Stop talking nonsense, does Berry have any famous achievements? Who among Baihua, Hound, Kingslayer, and Magic Mountain can he defeat?"
The most active customers hold different opinions and cannot convince each other.
They were quarreling as if these people were their relatives and friends.
But in fact, these top knights in Westeros may never interact with them in their lives.
As the meal was served, the argument gradually subsided.
The aroma of wine and meat showed its presence wantonly in the entire tavern, and Arthur's stomach began to sing.
Fortunately, the little girl served the food in time, and Arthur picked up a fat pigeon and started to eat it.
"Oh, what are you doing?" the little girl suddenly shouted.
Arthur glanced sideways and saw that she was standing in front of a drunken young nobleman, and it seemed that the two had physical contact.
The owner and his wife of the tavern immediately ran out, first asked the girl to apologize, and then said with a smiling face that they would give her a barrel of rice wine for free.
But the little girl lost her temper and threw away her parents' hands and was about to run into the kitchen.
Arthur ignored this episode. This was King's Landing, and the public security was considered to be the best in the entire continent. Even nobles of the Earl's level from other places did not dare to bully civilians at will.
Because the common people in King's Landing can be regarded as the direct subjects of the king, with Robert's face, the nobles will be a little restrained.
Arthur finished the pigeon quickly and then directly picked up the steak and started cooking.
Seeing that Arthur was so popular, Patrick reminded him gently: "Behave more elegantly! It doesn't match your image of a handsome man."
The Lord of the Moulin Rouge ignored it and finished the steak, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Then he looked at his mouth and took a sip of rice wine.
The rice wine turned out to be surprisingly good. He burped comfortably, and then said to Patrick: "It's just because I'm handsome that I don't need to pay attention to my image. For an uglier person like you, you can only support yourself by behaving elegantly."
Just when he was about to eat another pigeon, an accident happened.
"Let me go, I don't want to apologize to them."
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