Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 33: loyalty

  Chapter 33 Loyalty

   "Father, Mother, Warrior, Blacksmith, Maiden, Crone, Stranger."

"I'm yours,"

"you are mine,"

   "From today onwards, until death."

  On the beach by the summer sea, Gavin and Oona stood opposite each other, solemnly swearing an oath.

  Samwell held up a crystal high, let the refracted rainbow light shine on the faces of the couple, and said:

"Under the witness of the seven gods and the world, I solemnly declare that Gavin and Oona are married. From now on, they will be one body, one mind, and one soul forever. Anyone who interferes with their marriage will be punished." Will be mercilessly cursed!"

  Woona blushed with happiness on her face, tiptoed lightly, and narrowed the distance between the two, reciting the oath she had just memorized:

   "Through this kiss, give my love, may you be my husband and reliance."

   "Through this kiss, I offer my love, and may you be my wife and my wife."

   Gavin's body trembled slightly, but he still leaned forward, bringing their lips together.

   Applause and cheers sounded immediately, and a flock of seagulls resting on the sea soared into the air, adding to the festive atmosphere.

  The ceremony is over, and it's time for the banquet.

  Because the castle was not yet built, an open-air banquet was held, and because the supplies were not abundant, it was actually no different from what we usually eat, except for a small glass of wine per person.

   It is because the wine is so strong that it chokes many people to cough.

   But there were also more people whose eyes lit up after drinking it, and asked where the wine came from one after another.

  When they learned that the wine was brewed by the lord himself, they all showed surprise expressions.

   Cheeman hurriedly finished the food in front of him, and drank the wine in one gulp, then looked at Samwell's figure and fell into deep thought.

   After a while, seeing Samwell walking towards the lord's cabin, he got up and followed.

   "Stop!"

  In front of the hut, Cheeman looked at his nephew Katu who stood in front of him, and showed an inexplicable smile:

   "Boy, I want to see Lord Caesar, why are you stopping me?"

  Katu's face was sullen, and his tone was stiff: "Then you can't go in casually, you have to report!"

   "You are really a qualified attendant." Chiman said with emotion, "Then please inform me."

   "You wait here." After Katu said coldly, he turned and entered the hut.

   Not long after, he came out and said:

   "Master Caesar let you in."

  Cheman smiled slightly, and walked towards the lord's cabin, but when he passed Katu, he suddenly stopped.

   "What are you doing?" Katu suddenly became nervous. Although the person in front of him was his own uncle, he always felt that the other person's eyes were like a poisonous snake, which made his hair stand on end.

   "Are you afraid of me?" Cheeman stared into his nephew's eyes.

   "I'm not afraid of you!"

  Cheman grinned, lowered his voice and said:

   "What did Saru tell you?"

  Catu's pupils shrank slightly, unconsciously avoiding Cheeman's gaze.

  But the next moment, he seemed to realize his weakness, and forced his head up to look directly into Cheeman's eyes, gnashing his teeth and saying:

   "He told me you killed Grandpa!"

   After saying this, Katu regretted it, and felt that he was too reckless to tell this secret.

  But he didn't want to show weakness in front of Cheeman, so the young savage tried his best to straighten his back.

   After hearing this, Chiman did not show any panic or anger, as if he heard his nephew say something like "the weather is fine".

  Such performance not only surprised Katu, but also made him more angry.

   After a long while, Qiman said quietly:

   "That's right, I killed Grandpa."

  Before Katu reprimanded his uncle for being shameless, Chiman said again:

   "Moreover, not only him, but also your father Cheka and your second uncle Chimu, I killed them too."

  Katu was stunned, and the next second, the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head, almost making him lose his mind.

   Clang!

  Katu drew his sword, but stopped halfway.

  He trembled all over, biting his lips to the point of blood, as if trying to restrain his impulse.

   Qiman looked at his nephew quietly, and suddenly smiled:

   "Why didn't you pull it out? Don't dare to kill me?"

   "I'm not that stupid!" Katu said without a word, "I can't beat you now, if you draw your sword and attack you, you will have a reasonable excuse to kill me!"

   "Yes, it seems that you are not stupid." Cheeman looked at his nephew, who was only half as tall as himself, "But not smart enough."

   As he spoke, he stepped forward and helped Katu straighten his clothes calmly.

  People who saw it from a distance might think it was a scene of deep affection between uncle and nephew.

   "Know why I said you're not smart enough?"

  Katu also calmed down at this time. He returned the long sword to its sheath, pursed his lips, and looked at his uncle fiercely, but did not intend to answer his question.

  Cheman didn't care either. After tidying up his nephew's clothes, he said to himself:

   "Because a truly smart person will hide his hatred. Especially when the strength is insufficient."

   After speaking, Cheeman no longer cared about his nephew, got up and walked towards the lord's cabin.

   "Lord Caesar."

   "What do you want from me?"

   "My lord, I have an important report for you!"

"explain."

   "The head of the Blueskin Tribe, Linia, has united with the leaders of the thirteen nearby tribes. They are preparing to launch a sudden attack on the territory after you leave Yingzui Island!"

   "Oh?" Samwell sat up straight, "How do you know the news?"

   "Because Linia is my uncle, and this time, he also sent someone to contact me secretly, wanting me to be their internal correspondent, inciting the people of the Huya tribe to resist you together."

  Samwell looked at the young savage in front of him with scrutiny, and suddenly said:

   "Why didn't you help your uncle? Instead, you came to inform me?"

  Cheman said without hesitation: "Because I will always be loyal to you!"

  Samwell stroked his chin, carefully examining the young wild man in front of him.

   To be honest, this time he deliberately spread the news that he was about to leave, mainly to lure Cheeman to jump out of his own initiative, so as to take the opportunity to solve this hidden danger.

  Who knows, this person's reaction was far beyond his expectations.

  Of course, Samwell would not believe that Cheeman was really loyal to him.

  No betrayal doesn't mean loyalty, it's just that the price is not enough, or the timing is wrong.

  However, Qieman took the initiative to keep secrets to him, so it was not easy for him to attack this person.

He didn't know whether Cheeman really saw that he was fishing on purpose, or felt that the timing was wrong and dared not really rebel, or whether he wanted to use this method to win his trust, but no matter what, Samwell decided to give him another Here's a chance to see what this unrecognizable savage really wants to do.

  Now that he has decided to target the Iron Throne, Samwell knows that he cannot be morally clean.

   His subordinates not only need knights whose lives are based on honor, but also learn to control a mad dog like Cheeman.

   And sometimes, mad dogs are more useful than cavaliers.

  Of course, Samwell also knows that mad dogs are in danger of devouring his master, so he must hold the chain around his neck tightly at all times.

  Only in this way, he will bite others instead of himself.

  Thinking of this, Samwell showed a smile again, and said:

   "Very well, Cheeman, I appreciate your loyalty. Then, it's up to you to get rid of these conspirators for me."

  Cheman slammed on his chest, and said loudly:

   "Willing to help you!"