Game of Thrones: Dawn of Justice

Chapter 8: Fast, Accurate and Ruthless Swordsmanship, Judgment of Criminals

"Zi——"

A sound like a sharp blade cutting through parchment suddenly rang out.

Then, one-third of the wooden stake was cut off diagonally, and fell with a "bang" on the ground covered with grass and moss. The black soil was splashed out and scattered all around.

Seeing this scene, Goodwin's eyes narrowed suddenly.

He strode forward and leaned over to take a closer look at the broken cross-section of the wooden stake. He saw that the oblique cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, with almost no burrs!
"This……"

Goodwin stared at the "Maid of Justice" in Garlon's hand in disbelief, and was speechless for a moment.

You know, using a two-handed sword to chop down a tree, especially a thick old log like this, is extremely strenuous. Under normal circumstances, the blade will most likely get stuck in the wood, penetrating only two or three inches at most.

And Garlon wielded the "Maid of Justice" and cut off one third of it without any hindrance!

What is this concept?
You know, Garlon is only eight years old and his strength is much less than that of an adult.

Goodwin felt incredible, and even Garlon himself was extremely surprised.

When he swung the sword just now, he didn't feel that he was chopping a hard wooden stake. Instead, it felt like he was cutting a piece of cardboard - there was a little resistance, but it was not strong. It was only noticeable for a moment when the sword touched the wooden stake, and then it slid through smoothly like silk.

"Sir Goodwin, I'll try again."

Garlon raised the Maid of Justice with both hands again and swung the knife diagonally.

"Zhi!"

Another large piece of wood slid down the slope and hit the ground heavily.

This time the section is larger.

Although the resistance of this knife was slightly greater, that was all, and it still cut through completely.

It was as if what was in front of him was not a huge wooden stake, but a small branch.

Garlon felt that the touch was really great and extremely relaxing, reminding him of sweeping cauliflower heads with a stick when he was a child.

Sir Goodwin's breathing quickened as he watched this scene. He was shocked by the sharpness of this holy sword!
Such a sharp weapon is unheard of.

Goodwin was silent for a moment, without saying anything, but silently took off his plate armor vest, walked to the wooden man where Garlon usually practiced swinging his wooden sword, put the vest on the wooden man, and fixed it slightly.

"Come on, Garen, try this."

Goodwin pointed at the wooden man wearing plate armor and said to Garen.

Garlon glanced at Coach Goodwin, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "Sir Goodwin, are you sure?"

You know, a piece of plate armor is ridiculously expensive. Even though Goodwin only took off a vest, not a full set of armor, it was still worth at least two gold royals. One gold royal is equal to 210 silver deer. The fishermen on Tass Island could only earn 2 to 1 silver deer in a year's hard work.

Goodwin nodded. "If you want to test its true sharpness, you can only use plate armor."

Garlon thought about it and it made sense. The sharpness of the "Maid of Justice" was now unquestionable, but its performance in a duel or on the battlefield did need to be verified with real armor.

"Sir Goodwin, you won't feel bad if it's damaged, right?" Garen held the "Maid of Justice" in both hands, walked up to the wooden man in armor, and asked with a smile.

Goodwin smiled slightly and shrugged, "It's okay. I think Lord Selwyn will reimburse me."

No problem, Garlon smiled. His father was rich anyway. It was just a piece of plate armor. There were still some in stock in the armory of Mulin Hall.

Garlon gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, adjusted his posture, focused his eyes slightly, exerted strength from his waist, abdomen and arms at the same time, and slashed down at the plate armor with all his strength!

"rub!"

Sparks flew everywhere and the crisp sound of collision rang in my ears.

This time, Garlon clearly felt a resistance, but at the same time he also clearly felt the pleasure of the sword cutting through the obstacles.

When his strength was completely blocked by the resistance, the sword of the "Maid of Justice" also stopped.

The scene before them made Garlon and Goodwin's eyes flash with surprise.

The Maid of Justice slashed the chest of the armor plate diagonally for three-quarters of its length, and only at the hem was the sword barely clamped.

The wooden man under the plate armor also had a deep cut on it.

It is conceivable that if the person wearing this plate armor was a real person, he would have been ripped open and died on the spot!

Coach Goodwin was particularly shocked.

You know, Garen is still a child.

If another ten years pass and Garlon turns eighteen and becomes an adult, and his strength increases several times, how powerful will this sword be?
What if he were riding a warhorse, carrying the speed and power of a charge?

With one sword strike, both the man and the horse are shattered?

When Coach Goodwin thought of the future Garlon holding the "Maid of Justice" and galloping through thousands of troops, leaving behind broken limbs and debris wherever he passed, he began to breathe rapidly and his eyes were full of fanaticism!
"Look, that 'Morning Light Garlon', he learned swordsmanship from me since he was a child!"

Sir Goodwin had even begun to imagine himself sitting in a tavern drinking and bragging when he was old.

"Garon, this sword is worthy of the name of the Holy Sword!"

Goodwin said solemnly.

He now somewhat believed that this sword was indeed given to "Morning Light Garlon" by the Seven Gods during the Age of Heroes.

Garlon nodded. Indeed, no wonder it was recorded in the Seven Star Bible that "the Maid of Justice is extremely sharp and can cut through all ordinary iron and will never break."

Now it seems that it is not an exaggeration.

However, the Seven Star Bible also records that "Morning Light Garlon" only pulled out the "Maid of Justice" three times in his life, and each time he encountered unprecedentedly powerful enemies and evil.

Garlon felt that this "Maid of Justice" should have even greater power, but he had not unlocked it yet.

Looking at the faint orange line on the blade of the "Maid of Justice", Garlon guessed that this was probably some kind of magic that could make the sword indestructible.

"Oh right, magic..."

Garlon remembered that there was a prominent number on his panel - magic power.

And his magic power is now 0.

Could it be that in order to activate the "Maid of Justice", one needs to consume magic power?
Many associations instantly came to Garlon's mind.

The Age of Heroes was a time of rampant demons, with magic and monsters appearing one after another. "Morninglight Garon" was able to build such a great reputation in the Age of Heroes thanks to the "Maiden of Justice." It must be that the "Maiden of Justice" was more than just sharp and strong.

"Galon, although this sword is incredibly powerful, I hope you won't rely on it too much."

"A knight's strength is not determined by the power of his weapon. You must know that even without the Dawn, Arthur Dayne is still the most powerful swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms. And a peasant, even with the Maiden of Justice, cannot defeat any knight."

After marveling at the sharpness of the Maid of Justice, Goodwin spoke to Garlon earnestly.

"I understand, Sir Goodwin."

Garlon nodded immediately. He naturally understood what Sir Goodwin meant.

Weapons are just the icing on the cake; one's own strength is the real truth.

He will not slack off on either his physical fitness or his swordsmanship skills.

"Okay, change to wooden swords and let's start today's swordsmanship lesson."

Goodwin did not continue to let Garlon test the "Maid of Justice".

It can easily cut through plate armor, and there is no need to test the rest.

As long as Garlon's fighting power can keep up, he will be invincible on the battlefield in the future.

Goodwin's swordsmanship teaching to Garlon was extremely simple yet effective.

He didn't let Garen fight him right away.

Goodwin has been giving Garlon the basics since he began teaching him two years ago.

From the initial sword-holding technique and force-generating method to the later footwork coordination, Goodwin was always gradual and never in a hurry.

This laid a good foundation for Garlon.

Inheriting the memories of his predecessor, Garlon has good basic skills in sword holding, force generation, and footwork.

Now Goodwin's swordsmanship teaching to Garlon has come to the training of "precision".

He had previously asked Garlon to hold a wooden sword every day and chop and stab the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, head, neck, hands and other parts of the wooden man.

He calls out a different part each time, and Garlon needs to hit that area accurately and quickly in an instant.

This training lasted about two months.

Garlon could now swing his sword and hit the designated spot almost instantly within a second after Goodwin gave the order.

This training greatly enhanced Garlon's sword-wielding accuracy.

After completing basic precision training, Goodwin has now increased the difficulty.

Just like he had done half a month ago, he brought a basket of sour green apples.

These apples grew abundantly in the hills near Duskfall Hall. They were sour, bitter, and unpalatable. Goodwin had a basket of them gathered to use as training tools for Garlon. He would toss an apple at a time, and Garlon, holding a wooden sword, would chop at the thrown apple like a baseball player.

This type of training is dynamic and much more difficult than the previous chopping and stabbing.

It tests the coordination of eyes, arms, wrists, and feet.

At first, Garlon couldn't kill any of them.

Occasionally, he would be hit by an apple and would grimace in dismay.

But slowly, he started to hit a few.

At present, Garlon has basically been able to achieve the level that Goodwin throws three apples and he can hit one.

Don't underestimate this one-third probability. You have to know that Goodwin used 70% of his strength to throw the ball, and the speed was very fast.

In Goodwin's words, when Garlon can hit every apple with 100% accuracy, he will replace the apples with green dates.

That’s right, use the sword to chop the green dates thrown at you.

The difficulty will instantly increase by one level.

This is Goodwin's way of teaching - simple, rough, but effective.

Garlon thought this method was very good. The core of swordsmanship was actually speed, accuracy and ruthlessness.

Coach Goodwin's training of him also aligns with this philosophy.

"Okay, let's stop here for today's training."

Seeing the scorching sun setting in the west and the sunlight gradually losing its scorching heat, Goodwin squinted his eyes, looked at the empty apple box, and smiled, calling for a halt.

"Garlon, don't go back to the castle yet. Lord Selwyn ordered me at noon to take you to watch the execution before sunset."

"Execution?" Garlon breathed heavily and wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck with his sleeves.

"Yes, they are two rapists." Goodwin said lightly.

Garlon nodded. Rape is punishable by death in Westeros.

Like Ned, Earl Selwyn personally sentences his subjects to death.

First, to listen to whether the prisoner has been wronged, and second, to show the lord's majesty.

Before this, Earl Selwyn had made Garlon witness two beheadings.

Earl Selwyn hopes to let his eldest son adapt to this situation. After all, Garlon will definitely inherit Duskfall Hall in the future.

"Let's go!"

After resting for a while and calming his breathing, Goodwin led the horse out of the woods and galloped towards Sapphire Harbor with Garlon.

There are three larger towns on Tas Island, namely Sapphire Town, Sword Grass Town and Seahorse Town.

Among them, Sapphire Town is the largest because next to Sapphire Town is Sapphire Port, which is the port with the most complete infrastructure and the best conditions on Tas Island.

Because it has the largest population and is the most prosperous, executions and the like are usually carried out on a grassland outside Sapphire Town.

Soon, Goodwin rode his horse to the meadow outside Sapphire Town.

Many people have gathered here at this time.

There were Earl Selwyn's guards, several knights that Garlon was familiar with, and thirty or forty townspeople.

"Master Garlon!"

"Master!"

"Master Garlon is here, everyone get out of the way!"

The sound of horse hooves attracted some people's attention.

Seeing Goodwin and Garlon coming, several knights and guards immediately greeted them and shouted at the townspeople to make way.

Garlon and Goodwin dismounted and walked into the center of the field under the eager gazes of many townspeople.

When the townspeople saw the "Maid of Justice" on Garlon's back, they immediately started talking enthusiastically and the atmosphere was very lively.

Apparently, after a day and a half of rumors, many in Sapphire Town had learned that Young Master Garlon had found the legendary "Maid of Justice" at Cape Morn. This experience was truly legendary. Garlon shared the same name as "Morning Light Garlon," and now he had acquired the "Maid of Justice." Many speculated whether Young Master Garlon was the reincarnation of the legendary hero, "Morning Light Garlon." This theory was widely accepted, leading them to revere and love Garlon even more than before.

It is estimated that in half a month at most, everyone on Tas Island will know that Garlon has obtained the "Maid of Justice", and by then Garlon's prestige will reach its peak.

"Father."

"Galon, you're here."

At this moment, Earl Selwyn was standing there with his hands leaning on a two-handed sword, wearing black leather gloves, and his eyes were listening.

Only when he saw Garlon coming did he smile slightly.

In front of Earl Selwyn, two miserable men were tied up.

One had slightly curly, messy yellow hair, and was tall and thin. The other was bald, burly and strong, with a hideous scar on his face and half of his ear missing.

Both of them were kneeling there at this moment.

The thin, yellow-haired man hung his head, seemingly resigned to his fate. The bald man with the scar looked at Earl Selwyn with a defiant, sinister look. After Garlon arrived, he turned his gaze to Garlon.

"All right!"

Seeing that Garlon had also arrived, Earl Selwyn no longer wasted time. He indifferently drew out the greatsword from the ground and spoke.

"Brath, son of Kyrian, do you have anything to say in your defense?"

Lord Selwyn asked the thin, yellow-haired man closest to him.

The rapist, named Bras, stammered with his pale, cracked lips, then said nothing and shook his head.

Lord Selwyn nodded.

"In the name of Aerys II of House Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I, Selwyn of House Tarth, Lord of Tarth, sentence you to death!"

Earl Selwyn muttered something, then instantly swung his sword and cleanly cut off the head of the thin yellow-haired man!
With a click, blood splattered and the head fell to the ground!
Garen's heart skipped a beat as he watched this scene, but that was all.

He didn't feel nauseous or uncomfortable.

Seeing that Garlon's eyes did not evade, his face did not turn pale, and he remained calm as usual, Sir Goodwin, several knights, members of the guards, and some attentive townspeople could not help but nod their heads.

Earl Selwyn looked back at his eldest son and showed a satisfied look.

Then he turned around, took a step forward and looked at the burly bald man with a scar.

"Sageri, son of Mudin, do you have anything to say in your defense?"

The bald man looked at his companion's headless body, and his ferocity seemed to be aroused.

"What are you trying to defend yourself with? Yes, I did it. That woman was so wet. I fucked her, so what?"

"What right do you have to judge me? Just because you're a fucking lord? Just wait, sooner or later, the people of House Tas will also have their heads chopped off! The women in your castle will also be tortured like that woman! That day is not far away, hahahaha!"

The bald man with the scar said ferociously. A brown-haired knight following behind Earl Selwyn immediately kicked the bald man with the scar in the face.

Then the brown-haired knight took out a dirty rag and stuffed the bald scarred man's mouth.

Lord Selwyn's expression did not change at all.

He walked up to the bald swordsman and raised his sword.

"With the Andals..."

Lord Selwyn recited the foreword again.

But just as he opened his mouth, Garen suddenly interrupted.

"Wait a moment!"

Everyone immediately looked at Garlon.

Lord Selwyn paused his movements and voice and looked at his son.

"Father, can I come?"

Garlon showed no sign of stage fright under the gaze of the crowd.

He looked at Earl Selwyn, took a step forward, and at the same time, with a "swish", pulled out the "Maid of Justice" on his back.