Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 15: Bewitched (on)

  Chapter 15 Bewitched (Part 1)

  Compared with the majestic High Court, the castle of the Mullendall family looks much shabby.

  Thick walls, narrow windows, and dim candlelight all make the banquet hall look cramped and even eerie.

  The food for the dinner is not very rich, there is barbecue, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes and a vegetable salad.

  Of course, Samwell would not complain. While eating, he talked to Mark about his cute monkey.

  Hearing that the monkeys actually came from the Midsummer Islands, Sam Wil was very interested and asked many related questions.

  For example, where is the Midsummer Islands located, can there be merchant ships coming and going, the culture, race, specialties of the island, etc.

   It was rare for Mark to meet a knight who was also interested in the Midsummer Islands, and he immediately felt a sense of confidant, spitting and telling what he knew.

  Viscount Martin watched from the side that his son had gotten into a hot fight with Samwell so quickly, and couldn't help but secretly frowned.

  He glanced at Todd Flower, who was buried in eating and drinking, and asked:

   "Your Excellency Todd, are you a knight of House Tyrell?"

  Todd put down the knife and fork in his hand, and said, "Yes, Lord Viscount."

  Viscount Martin nodded thoughtfully, and was about to ask again, but Samwell suddenly said:

   "Yes, Lord Viscount, Knight Todd is the "noble illegitimate son" of Qingting Island. This time, he was ordered by Mrs. Olenna to personally lead the team to follow me to the Crimson Mountains to develop."

   It really is the army of the Tyrell family.

   Viscount Martin was secretly startled.

  He didn't know that Samwell deliberately blurred the difference between soldiers of the Tyrell family and recruits in what he said just now, so he thought that the two hundred people in the pioneering team were all elite soldiers of the Tyrell family.

   "I didn't expect the Duke to value you so much, and actually sent such an elite army to follow you to open up."

  Samwell smiled, shook his head and said, "Master Viscount, you are wrong."

   "Oh? What's wrong?"

   "Is there anything worthy of the Duke's attention to me? The real reason for him to send troops is actually to win the new territory of the Crimson Mountains."

   "I see." Viscount Martin obviously believed it.

  Because he himself didn't feel that the waste in front of him was really worthy of the Duke of Metz sending so many soldiers to follow him.

  However, a new problem followed—

  Since the Duke of Metz values ​​the new territory so much, why would he send such a waste to develop it?

  Does the Tyrell family still lack knights?

  Of course, even if Viscount Martin looked down on Samwell from the bottom of his heart, he couldn't ask such a question face to face, otherwise it would be too rude.

  Who knows, without Viscount Martin asking, Samwell actually expressed the doubts in the Highland City lord's mind:

   "Master Viscount, are you wondering why the Duke sent me to develop?"

   Viscount Martin smiled slightly, flatteringly said:

   "The Tully family has always produced outstanding generals. His Excellency the Duke must have valued your talent as a leader."

  Hearing this, everyone present blushed a little.

  Even the black and white monkey squeaked and waved its arms, as if it couldn't stand Viscount Martin's nonsense.

  Samwell shook his head, smiled bitterly and said:

   "Master Viscount, how can I have the talent to lead the army, otherwise I would not be kicked out of the house by my father and deprived of the right to inherit. The reason why the Lord Duke sent me to pioneer is because I dare to do things that others dare not."

   "What's the matter?" Viscount Martin asked quickly.

  However, Samwell smiled slightly, looked around, but kept silent.

   Viscount Martin immediately understood, knowing that the other party did not want to speak in public.

  He hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help being curious, so he put down the knife and fork, picked up the napkin, wiped his mouth, and extended an invitation to Samwell:

   "I have collected some wines from Arbor Island, Sam, are you interested in tasting them?"

"It's my pleasure."

  Samwell got up, followed Viscount Martin to leave the banquet hall, and came to a small room next to him.

   Viscount Martin took a bottle of wine from the wine rack and poured two glasses.

  The clear aroma of wine soon permeated the entire hut.

  Samwell took the wine glass, thanked him, and then took a sip.

  Sweet and refreshing, it is indeed a good wine.

   However, the two of them didn't really come here to taste wine.

   "Master Viscount, you must really want to know why the Duke of Metz sent me to develop the Crimson Mountains?"

  Viscount Martin shook the silver wine glass in his hand, did not speak, just looked at Samwell quietly, waiting for his next words.

"Highland City is at the foot of the Crimson Mountains, so you must be aware, Lord Viscount, that if you go deeper to the southwest, not only will the land be barren and wild beasts will be densely populated, but there will also be ferocious savage tribes who plunder. Difficult to grow.

   This is the reason why the Riverbend Knights are unwilling to come here to develop.

   However, I am different.

  I am a waste that was abandoned by my family, and I have no way out, so I am naturally willing to come here to give it a try. Moreover, I have a coup that can make the territory grow rapidly—

   Loot! "

  Viscount Martin snorted and listened intently for a long time, but when he heard such an answer, he suddenly laughed and said:

   "Sam, you don't want to rob those savages, do you? But I want to remind you that the most valuable thing on them is probably the crudely made animal skin clothes."

  Samwell shook his head and began to fool around:

"Master Viscount, you have misunderstood. My new territory will be built on the northern shore of the Summer Sea, near the mouth of the Turbulent River. You said, I will let so many rich merchant ships come and go without looting, but instead To replace poor jingling savages?"

   Viscount Martin immediately narrowed his eyes when he heard the words.

   After looking up and down at the young pioneer knight in front of him, he spoke again:

   "Your Excellency Caesar, I don't need to remind you about the punishment for pirates in the Reach, right?"

"Of course I know." Samwell shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed expression, "Master Viscount, have you forgotten that the Tyrell family sent more than two hundred elite soldiers to follow me to open up, and the leader, Still from Qingting Island."

   Viscount Martin's face became serious, but there was still some disbelief in his eyes.

   Samwell continued:

   "Of course, what Madam Olenna means is to let me plunder those Dornish merchant ships, and not wantonly attack other merchant ships."

   "Even so, once this matter is exposed, your reputation will be ruined, and you will even be sent to the gallows!"

  Samwell laughed and said:

   "Do I still have a good reputation now? Besides, if I don't do this, how can I open up a new territory in places like the Crimson Mountains?"

  Viscount Martin took a deep look at Samwell: "Knight Caesar, you are nothing like the rumors."

  Samwell shook the wine glass in his hand and said with a smile:

   "The rumors are not credible, Lord Viscount."

  Viscount Martin also smiled: "In this case, I wish you success in your development."

  Samwell suddenly took a few steps closer and said:

   "Master Viscount, do you want to make some money?"

  When Viscount Martin heard this, he immediately became vigilant.