"Dear Lord Caesar, Todd Buddha is at your service at the behest of Lady Olenna!"

Samwell looked at the knight who was bowing down to him in front of him, and the hundred Tyrell soldiers behind him, and his face couldn't hide his surprise.

He had expected that the hundred soldiers that Olena spoke of would all be levies—a group of peasants who had just put down their hoes and picked up their swords.

But looking at the uniform movements of these people in front of them, their fierce and bloodthirsty temperament, it is clear that they are the regular army of the Tyrell family!

And leather armor, swords, shields, spears, bows and arrows...... Everything but the kitchen sink!

With such a heavily armed elite infantry, it would not be a problem at all to go to the barren land to sweep a small lord, and Olena was handed over to herself like this?

Samwell suddenly felt that he might have underestimated the determination and skill of the "Queen of Thorns".

Of course, the other party obviously underestimated him.

He's not such an easy puppet to control.

Looking at these elite soldiers of the Tyrell family in front of him, the eagerness in Samwell's eyes was hard to hide.

He wanted the women of the Tyrell family to know what it meant to be beaten with meat buns, and how to scold herself.

Coming back to his senses, Samwell took a closer look at the leader of the group, Todd Flora Knight.

The man looked to be in his thirties, tall, weather-drenched, and most striking was the horrific scar that stretched from his left ear to the corner of his mouth.

However, Samwell cares more about the other party's surname, Buddha Flower.

Each of the seven kingdoms of Westeros has its own customary bastard surname, such as Snow in the North, Rivers in the Riverlands, and Sand in Dorne...... In the Bends, illegitimate children of noble blood are generally given the surname Flowers.

Bastards are not necessarily inferior forever in Westeros, as they become legitimized bastards with a single edict from the king, with inheritance rights second only to those of the direct line.

There are even many illegitimate children who can affect the situation on the entire continent, such as the former "Duke of Blood Raven" Brindon Gawain, and Jon Snow, who is about to become one of the protagonists of the plot.

So Samwell was very curious about the illegitimate son of a riverbend nobleman who was Todd Buddha in front of him.

Seeing that Samwell didn't respond for a long time, Todd looked up and asked:

"Master Caesar, we are all ready, are you going to leave immediately?"

Samwell smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I'll have to recruit some more people."

Todd frowned: "You still want to hire again?" ”

"yes." Samwell looked scared, "There are many wild beasts in the Crimson Mountains, and there are those wild people who don't obey the discipline, of course I have to bring more people." ”

Todd secretly scolded in his heart that the waste eldest son of the Tully family really lived up to his reputation, but he had no choice but to follow the other party to the city.

After walking for a while, Todd realized that something was wrong, and asked:

"My lord, aren't we going to the mercenary camp?"

"It's not."

Samwell didn't explain much, and continued on his way.

It didn't take long for the group to arrive at the pier on the banks of the Mandeb River.

It was noon, the weather was very hot, and most of the dock workers were resting in the shade.

Samwell commanded Todd beside him:

"Send some men to tell these laborers that I, Samwell Caesar, have been ordered by the Duke of Metz to go to the Crimson Mountains to open up, and that anyone who wishes to follow me may come here and sign up. I ate and drank for them, had one meal of meat every day, and paid three silver deer every month. In the unfortunate event of a death in battle, the family can receive a golden dragon pension. ”

Todd hesitated, but still reminded:

"Sir, are you being a little too generous to these people?"

Samwell waved his hand, looking "I'm not short of money": "A generous lord can recruit soldiers who are good at war, do as I say." ”

"Yes, sir."

Soon, news of Samwell's conscription to open up in the Crimson Mountains spread throughout the docks.

"Meat every day? Three silver deer a month, and a golden dragon's pension when they die? Is there such a good thing? Are you sure you heard it right? ”

"Of course not, now it's all over the docks."

"Could it be a liar?" Gavin frowned, "Which family is Caesar surname?" How come I've never heard of it? ”

"Do you know the lords of the whole riverland?" The companion sneered, "And how can it be a liar, hundreds of majestic soldiers are standing there, if you don't believe it, you can see it yourself." ”

Gavin immediately stopped hesitating and immediately ran with the crowd.

It didn't take long for almost the entire wharf workers to hear the news.

Obviously, such a superior treatment is enough to make these low-level people crazy.

Not to mention the Crimson Mountains, even the Sword Mountains and the Sea of Fire, they dare to break through.

Samwell stood on a high ground, looked at the black crowd in front of him, and opened his throat and said loudly:

"I am the Pioneer Knight who was just canonized by Duke Mace, Samwell Caesar! Today, I will recruit a group of soldiers to go with me to the Crimson Mountains to carve out new territory. However, not everyone wants it, and I have the following requirements. First of all, I only need to be between the ages of 18 and 35. ”

As soon as these words came out, many people showed disappointment and left.

The crowd thinned out a bit, but there were still thousands of people.

Samwell pointed to the lighthouse in the distance and said:

"Now, run as fast as you can to the lighthouse and back!"

Many people froze in place after hearing this, but more smart people already understood that this was a selection method, and immediately ran away.

Samwell watched quietly, and when the first fastest people returned, he asked Todd to send someone to stop the rest of the people behind him, telling them that they had been eliminated.

Subsequently, Samwell roughly counted the number of people in front of him, and found that it was still a bit much.

He can't afford to raise too many soldiers now, not to mention, these people are the lords of the Tyrells after all, and it stands to reason that he should first ask for the permission of the Duke of Metz before conscription.

But he didn't want to meet the inflatable fish who obviously didn't like him, in case the other party refused.

Therefore, he is ready to directly recruit about a hundred young people, even if Duke Mace knows about such a person, he should not bother to bother with him.

Samwell then walked to a high ground in front of them, raised his sword in front of him, and ordered the remaining laborers to line up and walk under the sword.

When he saw a man who was bowing his head and stooping over, Samwell would say to him:

"You've been drafted."

For those who couldn't reach the sword even if they stood up straight, he shook his head:

"I'm sorry, you're eliminated."

Gavin watched from the side, and soon understood that this time the old man was planning to use his height to screen soldiers, and his heart suddenly beat a little drum.

When all the people in front of him had passed, he gritted his teeth and prepared to step forward.

Looking at the sword that was getting closer and closer, Gavin's heart gradually began to despair, because he realized that he was really not tall enough.

But when he walked under the sword, Gavin jerked himself on his tiptoes and closed his eyes at the same time—

Even if he knew that his small actions might be ruthlessly exposed, Gavin couldn't care about it.

He was not reconciled.

Born in the slums, he has aspired to be a knight's squire since he was a child, but how could a noble lord take a fancy to him, a pariah, who doesn't even have a surname?

This time, hearing that a knight was going to explore, Gavin rekindled hope.

He knew that although it was difficult to open up the territory, once it was successful, a new group of nobles would be born.

Naturally, he didn't dare to hope to become a noble lord, but only hoped to be favored by a new knight and become his attendant.

But now, it seems that that dream is about to be shattered again.

Gavin held his breath and waited for the judgment of fate.

But the strange thing is that the knight's voice has not sounded.

Gavin didn't dare to turn his head to look, and he was unwilling to give up, so he kept tiptoeing.

As time passed, Gavin's legs began to tremble, his face turned red, and beads of sweat the size of beans continued to drip down, but he just stubbornly refused to give up.

Samwell certainly saw that the kid was trying to cheat, but never eliminated him, and seemed ready to see how long he could stand on tiptoe.

The afternoon sun was particularly scorching, and the sweat that had just dropped evaporated before it soaked the ground.

Samwell began to feel his legs sore just by standing normally, but the young man in front of him was still holding on.

He trembled and staggered, as if he was going to fall in the next second, but he never fell.

Just as Gavin began to be confused, a voice like heaven finally sounded:

"Yes, you've been drafted."

With a pop, Gavin fell to his knees, gasping for breath like a dehydrated fish.

Then he saw the knight man half-crouched in front of him, and his round face was full of a gentle smile:

"Boy, what's your name?"

"I, I, sir, my name is Gavin!"

"Okay, Gavin, from today onwards, you lead the horse for me."

Gavin burst into tears instantly:

"Yes, sir!"