Although Mufasa really wanted to see the various stats of Robert, Jaime, Tyrion, and others, he only had twenty popularity points left, so he couldn't see them!
If he didn't stir up trouble and wanted to increase his popularity, he would have to wait until the day of the jousting tournament.
However, Mufasa was very curious about their various stats.
Although Mufasa was already prepared for Tyrion's super high intelligence and Robert's super high strength, he knew that others would also have their own unique talents.
"Your Majesty, if I win the jousting tournament, may I ask you to personally knight me?" Mufasa asked King Robert.
King Robert, who was drinking wine, choked on Mufasa's sudden question.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
Meanwhile, the others reacted: Cersei showed disdain in her eyes, and Lady Lysa showed even more disdain.
Renly, on the other hand, laughed.
"Mufasa, you are still young. In three hundred years, only Daemon Blackfyre became a knight at twelve years old. Even your father, Ser Jaime, only became a knight at fifteen."
"Uncle Renly, have you forgotten that Barristan participated in the jousting tournament when he was ten and was even praised by Dunk the Tall?" Mufasa said.
"Young man, you shouldn't aim too high; you should be down-to-earth. Being knighted is still too early for you!" Stannis said with a serious, expressionless face.
"Mufasa, the jousting tournament is not a game, and what's more, Father will also be attending Joff's naming day celebration, so you should just not participate!" Jaime advised with some hesitation.
He knew that Mufasa had received knight training since he was young, but those who dared to participate in the jousting tournament were all experts, or ambitious young people seeking fame.
"Brother, you're wrong to say that! I support you, Mufasa. Although you're not a knight yet, you can compete as a mystery knight. It's a tradition, and the King can't deny it."
Tyrion said, putting his arm around Mufasa's shoulder. His height was already shorter than Mufasa's, so their posture was a bit comical.
By this time, Robert had finally stopped coughing.
"Mufasa! Although you and Joff are good friends, we all know that, but if you lose terribly, or even die horribly, then Joff, Myrcella, and they will all be very sad."
Myrcella also looked at Mufasa with worry.
"Brother Mufasa, please don't participate in the jousting tournament, it's too terrifying!"
"Yes, yes! Mufasa, don't participate! Last time I saw someone's intestines pulled out." Tommen said with lingering fear. He had watched a jousting tournament last year and still woke up in the night from the bloody scenes.
"No, I must participate. Grandfather is also coming, and I want to prove to him that I am a true Lannister, I am a true lion." Mufasa said with conviction.
Given his resolute attitude, everyone stopped trying to dissuade him, though some wanted to watch the show, to see Mufasa make a fool of himself, to see the Lannisters make a fool of themselves.
Over the next few days, with the promotion of interested parties, the news of Mufasa's participation in the jousting tournament gained further traction.
Many people learned of Mufasa's identity: he was Tywin Lannister's eldest grandson, Jaime Lannister the Kingslayer's own son, and Tyrion the Imp's adopted son. His popularity was also steadily rising.
Meanwhile, Mufasa was practicing his horsemanship.
He and Jaime went to the stables, which was the Lannister encampment in King's Landing.
The Lannisters had over two thousand men stationed in King's Landing, even more than the Baratheon family.
Walking through the streets of King's Landing, you would see golden cloaks everywhere, as well as red cloaks. The red cloaks were the soldiers of House Lannister.
To prevent Mufasa from losing badly, Jaime personally taught Mufasa how to use a lance.
Both of them were riding tall horses, standing side by side. However, Mufasa was much shorter than Jaime Lannister. After all, he was only twelve, while Jaime was thirty-two.
"The lances used in the tournament are specially made. Although they are not as strong as those used in battle, they can still pierce a person's throat, so never underestimate the jousting tournament."
Jaime Lannister was explaining earnestly.
Mufasa, meanwhile, was secretly observing Jaime's stats.
"Name: Jaime Lannister"
"Identity: Tywin Lannister's eldest son, Warden of the West; member of King Robert's Kingsguard"
"Occupation: Knight"
"Strength: 18"
"Speed: 18"
"Intelligence: 15"
"Spirit: 15"
"Magic: 5"
"Talent: Left-Handed Sword (Inactive)"
"Jaime's strength and speed both exceeded the limits of ordinary people, reaching eighteen points, and his intelligence and spirit also reached fifteen points. Although his magic isn't as high as mine, it's still five points."
"And Jaime actually has a hidden talent, Left-Handed Sword. Could it be that it can only be activated after his right hand is cut off? If so, that would be a real shame!"
Mufasa knew that in the original story, Jaime's right hand was indeed cut off by the Brave Companions, and only then did he begin to learn left-handed sword fighting.
Jaime Lannister was speaking seriously, but he noticed that Mufasa was listening absently. A displeased expression appeared on his face, and he waved his hand, swatting Mufasa's head.
"What are you doing! I'm telling you the key points of riding, are you listening?"
"I am listening!" Mufasa said earnestly.
"Then I ask you, what are the key points of horsemanship?"
"The rider and horse must be one! You have to imagine yourself merging with the warhorse, your legs integrated into the horse's back. The warhorse is just your legs, the rider is the brain."
Although Mufasa's words were a bit off, Jaime felt there was some truth to them.
"Do you know who the best riders in the world are?"
"The Knights of the Vale?" Mufasa asked.
"No, no, no. They are known as the strongest cavalry in Westeros, but I'm talking about the strongest riders in the world."
"Dothraki?" Mufasa asked again.
"That's right, the Dothraki. They are almost like the mythical centaurs, and they are also called horsemen. A Dothraki spends one-third of their life sleeping and one-third on horseback."
"Although we Westerosi knights look down on the Dothraki, in a one-on-one foot combat, we have the advantage, but in horse combat, they will definitely win." Jaime Lannister said.
"So, you're going to teach me the secrets of Dothraki horsemanship?" Mufasa looked at Jaime with his emerald eyes, making him a bit evasive.
"No, I'm just telling you to be careful! The jousting tournament is very dangerous, even I haven't won many championships!" Jaime said.