"Mufasa, you know, Father wants me to participate in the Tourney, but my strength might be a bit lacking. Even in the archery competition, I'm not confident I can win the championship!"
Joffrey complained.
"So, you've come to ask me for an idea?" Mufasa asked.
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"Exactly, do you have any good ideas?" Joffrey asked.
Mufasa pondered for a moment before saying,
"I have three strategies: a superior one, a mediocre one, and an inferior one!"
"Which three strategies?" Joffrey asked.
"The superior strategy is to improve your strength so you can win the championship fair and square. Archery competitions are much safer than other events; several people die in jousting matches.
"In team melees, many people go in whole and come out with broken arms and legs."
"What about the mediocre strategy?" Joffrey asked.
"Give the other archery competitors laxatives so they can't perform at their true strength."
"And the inferior strategy?" Joffrey asked again.
"Bribe the referee to manipulate the results behind the scenes!"
"Manipulating the results, that truly is an inferior strategy. If Father found out, wouldn't I get a hammer blow from him?" Joffrey shook his head.
"The inferior strategy is out."
"What about the mediocre strategy?" Mufasa said.
"If only one person had diarrhea, it would be fine, but if they all have diarrhea and I'm the only one unaffected, I'd probably become the target of public criticism. Then I'd still get a hammer blow from Father."
Joffrey said.
Mufasa sighed.
"It seems we can only choose to strengthen your abilities, Little Joff. Although your archery skills can't improve in the short term, using a good bow can make it much easier."
"A good bow? The bow I use is already the best. As for a dragonbone bow that's too heavy, I can't use it; it's too heavy." Joffrey said.
"Wait a moment!"
Mufasa walked into the room and soon came out with a compound bow and a beret.
"This is a compound bow; it's super easy to draw. And this hat will make you stand out, after all, no one wears a hat while shooting arrows," Mufasa said.
Joffrey took the hat from Mufasa's hand, put it on, and then took the bow.
"It's quite light." Joffrey said.
"Try it! Shoot that pillar."
Mufasa pointed to the red-lacquered pillar by the door.
Joffrey drew the bow and nocked an arrow, feeling the extraordinary quality of the bow.
Without much effort, the bow was drawn to a full moon.
With a 'swish,' the arrow flew like a shooting star, sticking straight into the pillar, three inches deep, almost piercing through the foot-thick pillar.
"What a treasure, hahaha! Thank you, Mufasa, you truly are my best cousin, hahaha! Just wait, I'll bring you back a championship to see!"
"When that happens, you'll knight me! Don't forget!"
Joffrey left happily.
Mufasa looked at the empty greenish-brown liquid in his hand and thought of the wildfire beneath King's Landing.
"Jaime must know the exact hiding place of the wildfire after killing those Fire Warlocks. I'll go find him!"
"As for human blood! Melisandre said chicken or pig blood wouldn't do, only human blood, because humans are the 'primates of all beings.'"
"But to put it bluntly, aren't humans just primates? Humans aren't gods, and there's no secret to human blood."
"First, I'll catch a few gorillas, bleed them, and try it. If it doesn't work, then I'll just have to ask people from North Sea Kindergarten and South Mountain Nursing Home to donate blood." Mufasa thought.
"First, to find Jaime!"
Mufasa got up and collected all the gold ingots.
Just as he was about to go find Jaime, he heard the sound of a bell.
"Grang grang!"
"A bicycle bell! She's here!"
Mufasa's gaze shifted to the doorway, and sure enough, Myrcella appeared, riding a bicycle.
Behind her ran her lion: Joanna.
"Brother Mufasa! Get on my bicycle, I'll take you to a masquerade ball!" she said with a giggle.
"A masquerade ball? So mysterious. Who's hosting it? Do you know, Myrcella?" Mufasa asked.
"I don't know, but everyone in the circle calls her Lady Rose."
Myrcella shook her head.
"Lady Rose, huh?" Mufasa had two guesses about this person.
"Where did you hear about this masquerade ball?" Mufasa asked.
"From Mother. She said it's a tradition, a secret activity among the young noble lords and ladies of Westeros."
"Mother also hosted masquerade balls when she was young."
"It's said that even Prince Rhaegar once hosted one!"
"Alright, I'll go see this so-called masquerade ball! But I'll be the one taking you!"
Mufasa said.
Myrcella immediately jumped off the bike, yielding the seat, and sat on the back.
Mufasa rode the bicycle again, with Myrcella giving directions. They arrived at a secluded area of King's Landing, close to the Dragonpit.
It was also quite close to a Brothel.
Shataya's Brothel was the largest in King's Landing; even Baelish's Brothel wasn't as big as hers.
Myrcella had prepared two half-masks in advance. When worn, they covered the eyes but left the mouth and nose exposed.
Mufasa wore a cat face mask, while Myrcella wore a butterfly mask.
Because they arrived on bicycles, they immediately attracted a lot of attention.
Mufasa parked the bike to the side, then held Myrcella's hand and walked over.
They entered an ancient castle. Everything here was so classical; there were singers singing and musicians playing instruments.
Mufasa looked at the men and women here; none of them seemed to be over twenty, and the oldest were no more than twenty-five.
Everyone wore a mask; some seemed to be their family's sigil, while others were not.
"It's my first time here too, I don't know how to enjoy myself," Myrcella said beside Mufasa.
"Why not just ask someone?" Mufasa said.
He looked at a young lady wearing a raccoon mask and walked over.
"Hello, beautiful lady! May I ask why we are gathered here? And is the host, Lady Rose, here?"
The Raccoon Lady looked at Mufasa, who was wearing a cat face mask, and was first startled. She seemed to recognize his voice.
"I don't know either. I came here at my mother's word. It's my first time attending such a masquerade ball, and it's even my first time in King's Landing."
Mufasa then noticed the red hair at the back of her head.
"Sansa, is that you?" Mufasa asked softly.
"It's me! Ser Mufasa, I didn't expect you to be here too." She smiled.
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