Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 47: first dance

  Chapter 47 The First Dance

  No one expected that the protagonist of this banquet was neither the beautiful Miss Margaery nor the honorable Duke Renly, but a new wine—

Brandy.

  Almost every guest who tasted the brandy was full of praise for it. Unfortunately, because it has not yet been mass-produced, Samwell did not bring much wine this time, and everyone disappeared before finishing a round of drinking.

  This kind of seeking but not meeting coincides with the true meaning of "hunger marketing", and instead makes everyone's desire for brandy stronger.

  So, Samwell surrounded a circle of nobles and directly discussed with him about the purchase of brandy.

   Facing the enthusiasm of the crowd, Samwell remained calm, and said that he had reached a sales agreement with the Hightower family, and that if he wanted to buy brandy, he should go directly to Sir Baylor.

Although direct sales can make more profits, Samwell is very clear that he does not have the ability and time to organize caravans to expand sales channels. More importantly, the profits of brandy are too attractive and will definitely attract coveted eyes. So he had to share part of the benefits and win over a strong enough partner.

  The Hightower family is such a character now.

   Looking at Earl Layton and Sir Baylor surrounded by everyone, Samwell stood aside with a glass of wine and smiled brightly.

   But then, he felt a pang of hunger—well, he actually forgot something.

  Samwell handed the empty wine glass to the waiter, asked for another silver plate, and walked to the long table in the front row of the hall.

   Looking at the delicacies on the table, Samwell's eyes did not stop, but quickly glanced over.

   There are really golden tail shrimps!

  Samwell was overjoyed.

  Although the effectiveness of the golden tail shrimp has declined to an extremely low level with the improvement of the strength attribute, the accumulation of a small amount makes a lot of money, and this is a self-service, how much he eats is paid by the Hightower family, how could he miss it.

  Thus, Samwell simply stood next to the plate where the goldentail shrimp was placed, and ate it as soon as he took it, and then took it after eating... completely ignoring all the strange eyes cast around him.

   Wind reviews are extremely changeable.

   He used to be the useless eldest son of the Tully family, but when he gained a foothold in the Crimson Mountains, he became a young and promising Sir Caesar.

  If one day he can sit on the Iron Throne, then he is Caesar!

   At that time, all his unbearable, embarrassing, and difficult times will disappear under the more dazzling legendary light.

  Todd Flowers looked at his lord's behavior, and couldn't help but hide in the corner of the hall quietly. However, the bumpkin Cheman followed suit, and stood by the long table with a plate, taking it as he ate.

  This young savage has never eaten so much delicious food in his life, how could he let it go so easily.

   Just as the pair of wonderful master and servant were feasting like no one else, the melodious sound of the harp sounded slowly, kicking off the prelude to the dance.

  Samwell still stood still.

  He didn't know how to dance in his previous life. Although the original owner had received dance education when he was a child, because he was too fat and cowardly, he hadn't practiced it for too long, and he was already unfamiliar with it.

  As for Cheeman, it is even more impossible to jump. This guy saw that his lord had been staring at the golden tail shrimp, so he came over out of curiosity, wanting to try one, but was frightened away by Samwell's protective eyes.

   At this time, many men and women in the hall have already found their dance partners, and they are walking to the dance floor hand in hand, and began to dance lightly.

The most distinguished Duke Renly walked towards Miss Margaery, who was the most eye-catching. It seemed that he was going to invite the "Rose of Highgarden" to dance with him, but he didn't expect that just halfway there, a The girl in the purple evening dress stopped directly in front of Duke Renly.

   Duke Renly had no choice but to hold the girl's hand and walk onto the dance floor.

  Samwell was wondering which family's eldest lady dared to compete with "Highgarden Rose" for the limelight, and then saw Sir Baylor with a slightly embarrassed face.

   It appears to be his daughter, so no wonder.

  The eldest granddaughter of Earl Layton does have the confidence to compete with Margaret for a man, not to mention that this is still in the towering tower.

However, Duke Renly was intercepted, so it was very difficult to replace a suitable person to invite Margaery to the first dance. Originally, Loras could come to help his sister out, but he already had partner.

  So, the most dazzling girl in the audience, at this time, was actually empty in front of her, and she was about to miss the first dance song.

  Samwell looked at the young male aristocrats who were eager to try, but still dared not step forward for fear of being rejected, curled their lips in disdain, and said in a low voice:

   "A group of cowards."

   After finishing speaking, he put down the dinner plate and strode towards Margaery.

  As a knight of the Tyrell family, Samwell felt it was his duty to help the beautiful Miss Margery eliminate the embarrassment.

   Even if he himself is not good at dancing.

   Yes, that’s how dedicated it is!

   "Dear Miss Margery, may I have the honor of inviting you to your first dance?"

  Margaery looked at Samwell who was saluting to her, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but someone finally came, otherwise she would really end up in a field where no one cares about her, how embarrassing it would be.

   "Of course, my knight."

  Margaery smiled sweetly, placed her white slender hand in Samwell's big hand, and let the other party lead her into the center of the dance floor.

   After standing still and posing, Samwell suddenly whispered in the girl's ear:

   "I'll tell you a secret, I'm not very good at dancing."

   "Huh?" Margaery was stunned for a moment, and then said helplessly, "It's okay, I will teach you."

   After finishing speaking, he began to teach Samwell how to walk, how to listen to the rhythm of the music, how to maintain his posture... and most importantly, how not to step on his own feet!

  The two did stumble at first, but as Samwell gradually picked up the childhood memories of the original owner, the dance steps became much smoother.

  Although it still can’t be called graceful, at least it won’t step on Miss Margery’s feet anymore.

  There were already several black footprints left on those delicate red high heels.

   "How is it? Am I a fast learner?" Samwell spun on the dance floor with the beautiful girl in his arms, feeling really proud.

   "It's not bad." Margaery puffed her cheeks and said angrily, "If you can use the enthusiasm for dealing with goldentail shrimp to learn the dance, it will definitely be faster."

  Samwell laughed, and didn't make any excuses. He just led the girl in a rather difficult lock-step rotation, which caused Margaery to let out a soft cry.

   After recovering, Margaery glared at Samwell.

  Unfortunately, there is no lethality.

  The cooperation between the two became more tacit, and Margaery was finally able to show her charm to the fullest.

  Spiritual and elegant dance steps, graceful figure, and bright and beautiful appearance, even if she is dragged down by a clumsy dance partner, she still makes her the focus of the hall again.

  It caused those noble youths who were hesitant to come up to invite the dance to beat their feet and chests even more, annoyed.

  After another sway, Margaery suddenly said, "Sam, in fact, the Tyrell family can also help you sell brandy."

  The corners of Samwell's mouth slightly raised, but he said in his mouth:

   "What? Sorry, Miss Margery, I didn't catch you just now."

   Margaret had no choice but to repeat it.

   "I'm really sorry, Miss Margery, but I have already signed a contract with the Hightower family, and it is an exclusive sales contract, so..." Samwell looked embarrassed.

  Although there is no such thing at all, and whether it is to prevent monopoly or to spread risks, it is impossible for him to sign such an exclusive sales contract, but negotiations must have some chips.

  If not, then there is something out of nothing...

  Margaret frowned slightly when she heard this.

  Samwell said again:

   "Of course, for the sake of the Tyrell family, I can negotiate with Earl Layton to re-sign the contract, but..."

   "But what?"