Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 7: Sir, I am not short of money

  Chapter 7 Master, I am not short of money

   Dear Miss Margaery Tyrell:

   I shouldn't bother you with these trivial matters, but considering that you are the sponsor of this pioneering operation after all, I feel obliged to write to keep you updated on the latest developments.

  After parting that day, I met Knight Todd Flowers and a hundred Tyrell soldiers. They are all outstanding fighters. Please help me convey my gratitude to Mrs. Olenna! In addition, I also recruited 108 dock laborers myself, and I believe they will also become an important help for this development.

   After staying in Highgarden for a day to prepare food and equipment, we set off. Going south along the Rose Avenue, we arrived near the Hive City in about a month. We are going to take a rest here, and then leave the Rose Avenue and head south.

   However, we ran into some difficulties.

   It's hard to say, but it was indeed my mistake. I really didn't expect that the march of more than two hundred people would consume so much, especially those newly recruited soldiers. I promised them a meal of meat every day... So, I realized that I might go bankrupt before I reached the Red Mountain Range …

  After much struggle, I decided to confess to you and pray for your help.

  Of course, I also know that this request is too much, so even if you refuse, I will not have any complaints. I am just worried that this development may come to an end without a problem.

  Your Most Loyal Knight

   Samwell Caesar

In the garden full of roses, Margaery is sitting on a hanging chair, swinging on a swing, her brown curly hair is blowing in the wind, her delicate face is slightly wrinkled by the letter in her hand, she looks very pitiful .

   "What's the matter? Which knight's letter is it that makes our little princess so worried?"

   The speaker was a young man in a wheelchair. He had a beard, a thin face, and a peaceful temperament.

   This person is the eldest son of House Tyrell, the heir of Highgarden, Vilas Tyrell.

"It's not what you think, brother." Margaery jumped off the swing, handed the letter to Vilas, and said with a red mouth, "It's Samwell from the Tully family, this guy He actually wrote a letter to ask me for money. And it took him so long to get to the Hive City, is he traveling all the way?"

"Samwell? Oh, I remember that kid." Vilas looked at the letter with an unconcealable smile on his face, "That pioneer knight who loves to eat golden tail shrimp, huh? You actually funded him? "

   "Not yet to cooperate with grandma."

  Vilas frowned slightly: "I never asked before, what is the idea of ​​grandma sending Knight Todd and a hundred soldiers of the family guard to help this kid open up the territory this time?"

  Margaret shrugged: "Actually, I don't know what the specific plan of grandma is. I only know that she should deal with Dawn."

   "Dawn..." Vilas unconsciously lowered his head, looking at his lame leg.

  Dorne is located in the southernmost part of the continent of Westeros, separated from the Reach by the Crimson Mountains.

  Since ancient times, there have been many neighbors, and the battle between Dorne and the River Bend has lasted for thousands of years. It is said that the Crimson Mountains were originally green, but they were dyed red by the blood of dead soldiers during the long-term war between the two places.

   And Vilas' leg was broken by Prince Oberon Martell of Dorne in a martial arts tournament, which obviously intensified the hatred between the Tyrell family and the Martell family.

  Seeing that her brother was in a low mood, Margaret hurriedly stepped forward to hold his hand, and comforted her:

   "Don't worry, brother, we will definitely make the Martell family pay the price!"

  Vilas smiled relievedly, shook his head and said:

"Actually, I don't hate him. Really. He beat me upright in the tournament, so of course I don't complain. I'm afraid you won't believe me, but we've been keeping in touch, that guy Oberon A few days ago, I also told me a good way to cook horse meat, um, yes, I will go to inform the kitchen, I can try a new horse meat recipe tonight, haha."

  Vilas returned the letter to his sister, and said:

   "As for the pioneer knight's request, you can decide for yourself whether you want to continue funding. If you don't have enough money, just tell me."

  Margaery didn't know whether her brother's relief was a disguise, but she didn't continue this topic. After taking the letter, she sighed helplessly:

   "Hey, we must continue to support him. We can't really let him come back so soon."

   "OK, how much?"

   "Five hundred... no, three hundred golden dragons. Huh, I'm going to write to that fat man this time, so he can save some money!"

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   "What a saving! Do you think I'm short of money?"

   Facing the heroic Samwell, Gavin frowned and said:

   "But master, the purchase funds you gave me before are almost used up..."

   "So fast?" Samwell was also a little surprised when he heard this, but there was no panic on his face.

   Gavin felt a little more at ease when he saw this, but he still persuaded earnestly:

"Master, in fact, you really don't need to be so kind to us. Although we promised to have a meal of meat every day, we actually only need to have broth to drink. Giving us twenty pounds of meat a day like this is really extravagant." ..."

   "How can you have the strength to train if you don't let everyone eat enough meat?" Samwell plausibly said, "As for the money, you don't have to worry about it, sir, I am not short of money!"

   Gavin felt helpless, but also felt warm in his heart: "Master, you are really the most generous knight I have ever seen!"

  Samwell, who was generous to others, accepted Gavin's praise without any psychological burden, gave him some golden dragons, and said with a smile:

   "Okay, let's go to the market town to buy. Remember to see if there are any ingredients that you haven't bought before. No matter how expensive it is, buy me a copy."

   "Yes, sir."

  In fact, Samwell's generosity is really not pretending. Although his current development funds are indeed running out, he believes that the Tyrell family will not sit back and watch him return without success.

   After all, a hundred elite soldiers have been dispatched, are you still reluctant to add some money?

  Of course Samwell knew that Mrs. Olenna had schemes against him, but using and being used were always mutual.

   And before the opponent achieves his goal, he is actually the one taking the initiative.

   After sending Gavin away, Samwell came to the camp and ordered:

   "Alright, let's start today's military training!"

   Immediately, he blew the rallying horn.

  In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred newly recruited soldiers rushed out of the camp and came to the open space to form a neat queue.

  To be honest, Samwell had no idea how to train troops.

  The only relevant experience came from the military training in college in the previous life.

The original owner was forced by his father to receive a lot of military education, but these memories are not his own after all. Although he has inherited them after crossing, they cannot be perfectly integrated, just like shells scattered on the beach. He took pains to collect and organize.

So since he decided to open up, Samwell has started to sort out the relevant military knowledge in the memory of the original owner, combining the modern military theories learned from various film and television dramas and novels, plus his experience of managing dozens of employees in his previous life when he was doing business. Experience, and then continuously optimized and adjusted in practice, gradually formed a set of training methods of its own.

   As for the effect...

  Samwell doesn't know either, after all, it hasn't been tested in actual combat.

  But at least now these recruits can understand the orders, and they can line up, walk, and do some basic combat movements neatly.

  Actually, what Samwell didn’t know was that the military training method he figured out by himself frightened even Todd Flower, who was watching secretly from the sidelines.

  Actually, when he first saw that Samwell was recruiting recruits, Todd was ready to see the other party making jokes.

   Originally, he thought that if Samwell, a well-known waste in the river bay, was allowed to train soldiers, he estimated that all the more than a hundred recruits would run away before they reached the pioneering land.

   However, the reality is completely different from what he thought.

   Not only did the recruits not run away, but they became more and more orderly. After just one month, they already looked decent. It is estimated that no one would believe that they were regular troops.

  Todd has also changed from being disapproving at the beginning to being serious now, and even every time Samwell trains recruits, he will secretly observe from the sidelines.

  That weird training method made him both shocked and a little...frightened.

  Is this still the useless eldest son of the Tully family?

  If Earl Randall can't even look down on such a son, how powerful is the heir he really likes?

Todd can actually see that Samwell was a bit unfamiliar at the beginning, but along the way, he became more and more proficient and handy, and as time went by, the temperament and appearance of this group of recruits really changed. There have been earth-shaking changes.

Of course, Todd also knows that the group of recruits in front of him is actually just a show, and their combat effectiveness cannot be compared with that of the regular army. But even so, it is the show that Samwell put up in just one month. There is no such ability.

   "It's just because of eating meat every day that I'm so energetic."

  Todd turned his head, and saw his attendant Carter saying sourly on the side.