At the end of February, the sun was so blazing that even the air was distorted by the scorching heat.

This long summer has lasted for seven years, so long that all the memories and vigilance of the cold winter are gradually disappearing from people's hearts.

Follow the scenic Rose Avenue all the way south to the intersection with the Esplanade, and you will find the most beautiful city on the continent of Westeros on a hill on the banks of the Mandeb River.

High Court.

The white marble castle is full of beautiful sculptures, unique fountains, blooming flowers, and of course, golden roses.

They are the owners of this castle, the symbol of the Tyrells.

"When, when, when......"

With the melodious sound of bells, three figures walked through the winding corridor and into the Knights' Hall.

The coat of arms on the chests of the three of them was not a golden rose, but a walking hunter with a bow drawn—

This is the coat of arms of the Tully family.

The man at the head looked to be in his forties, with a serious, unsmiling complexion, a short, stiff beard, a dark green silk gown trimmed with white fur trim, and a heavy two-handed greatsword at his waist.

This man was none other than the Lord of Hornling, Count Randolph Tully.

He was followed by his two sons—

The eldest son, Samwell Tully, and the second son, Deacon Tully.

Both inherited their father's dark hair, gray pupils, tall stature and other physical features, but Samwell was too fat, and the Tully family's upright and tough facial features did not have the slightest majesty on his fat face.

Due to the hot weather, Samwell was almost out of breath in the aristocratic dress on his body.

But he didn't dare to unbutton his collar, so he could only endure it.

The three of them stood in the middle of the Knight's Hall, waiting quietly.

As time passed, Dickon seemed to be a little impatient, looked at his stunned brother beside him, and couldn't help but whisper:

"What are you looking at?"

Samwell replied casually, "Stone Pillar." ”

"What's so nice about the stone pillars."

"This is no ordinary stone pillar."

Deacon followed his brother's gaze, but saw nothing different, and asked:

"How is it not ordinary?"

Samwell wanted to talk about how elaborate the carvings on the stone pillars were, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly joked in his heart, and said:

"This is the stone pillar in Wang Wei's poem."

"Wayneville? Is this the bard of some tavern in the High Court? Wow brother, did you sneak out to drink last night......"

"Quiet!" Count Landau glared back at the two brothers.

Deacon closed his mouth.

Samwell also lowered his head, but a hint of loneliness and melancholy flashed in his eyes.

After three months in this world, his loneliness grew day by day.

But after learning that this was Westeros, and that he had become the eldest son of the Tully family, he was in no mood to feel sorry for himself.

Because Samwell Tully, although he was the eldest son of the earl, was disgusted by his own father.

One of Westeros' finest generals, Earl Randolph had numerous feats, the most famous of which was his defeat of Robert I, the founder of the Baratheon dynasty, at Cen Tree Beach during the War of the Revenators, giving the brave and warlike king the only defeat of his career.

Such a proud and martial lord naturally could not tolerate that his heir was a timid and cowardly fat man.

While Samwell is not for nothing, he is actually smart, knowledgeable, and compassionate...... However, in the eyes of Count Landau, the heir of the family must be a valiant warrior, not a wise bachelor.

Samwell also knows very well that according to the plot of the original play, he will be forced by Earl Landrew to go to the desperate Great Wall in the near future to become a night watchman who "does not marry a wife, does not have children, and does not have a fiefdom", so as to give up the family inheritance to his younger brother, who is more favored by his father.

Of course he didn't want to go to that hell place.

When he first crossed over, Samwell tried to change that.

He began to eat in moderation, exercised hard, and learned swordsmanship and equestrian skills seriously, hoping to redeem his image in his father's heart.

Of course, just as his fat can't be lost in a short period of time, it is not an overnight thing to reverse the image that has been ingrained in Count Landau's heart.

And before Samwell could make progress, his efforts were interrupted by a crash.

Fortunately, Samwell was not riding fast at that time, and he had a fat body as a buffer, so the accident did not kill him, but just left him in bed for more than a month.

The family's equestrian teacher said it was an accident.

Samwell, however, thought that someone had tampered with his saddle.

Obviously, someone doesn't want to see the waste eldest son of the Tully family come back on his feet.

Samwell didn't know who had done it to him this time, but he had a rough guess.

Earl Landau disdained to play such a selfish trick, even if he wanted to force his son to give up his inheritance, he would say it directly.

Younger brother Deacon is just a thirteen-year-old kid, if he can have this kind of gloomy scheming, ruthless methods and superb acting skills at this age, I am afraid that he will have a chance to compete for the Iron Throne in the future, instead of being as obscure as in the play.

However, although it is unlikely that the younger brother did it, it should be the person next to the younger brother.

Samwell has been a waste for too long, and not only the Earl of Randolph has already given it up, but many people in the family have long regarded Deacon as the future lord.

Therefore, unlike Samwell, who is unattended and isolated, Deacon has too many interests involved, and he has already gathered a group of loyal subordinates around him.

If Samwell continues to be a waste and can live until the day when his father forces him to be the night watchman, if he wants to pick himself up and fight for the inheritance of the Horn Tomb, he will immediately face a series of blows and even assassinations!

After this experience, Samwell finally realized that he had completely lost the opportunity in this inheritance battle, and it was too late to turn the situation around, and he would face great risks.

In such a situation, giving up is the wisest choice.

What's more, with his familiarity with the plot, he already has the biggest chips in the game of thrones that is about to kick off, so why should he be trapped in Jiaoling, a battlefield that has completely lost the upper hand, and fight a battle with no chance of winning.

Of course, even if he gives up, he must take the initiative and take the opportunity to grab reasonable benefits, instead of continuing to pretend to be cowardly and waiting for the day when he is forced by his father to go to the desperate Great Wall.

After recovering from his injuries, Samwell approached his father and asked him to ask for a decree for him from the Governor of Riverbend, the Duke of Mace.

When Count Landau first heard the request of his eldest son, he thought he had misheard.

He never imagined that his timid and cowardly fat pig son would have such guts and courage.

However, after thinking for a moment, Count Landau agreed.

Because if Samwell went to open up a new territory, he would voluntarily give up the inheritance of the Hornland, which was what Earl Landau had always wanted to see.

Of course, he didn't think that his eldest son was capable of carving out a new territory.

But it doesn't matter.

Even if this son died on the way, he would not feel heartache, but would be relieved by it—this is what a man of the Tully family should be.

So, there was this trip to the high court of the father and son.

Click......

Crisp footsteps sounded.

Samwell turned his head and saw a fiery figure striding into the Knights' Hall.

It was a cute girl with brown eyes like a deer in the woods.

A red silk tunic dress highlights her well-proportioned and tall body curves, and her soft brown curls are scattered over her smooth shoulders, lining her already white skin as clear as snow, with delicate and charming facial features, it has a unique charm that people will never forget at first sight.

She was the daughter of the Duke of Metz, "The Rose of the High Court", Margaery Tyrell.