The warm sunlight shines on the smooth mirror-like sea, and at a glance, it looks like a carpet of turquoise wool, stretching all the way to the horizon.

The sea of Whispering Bay is known for its serenity, and even waves above ten feet are rare, and even the unruly sea breeze will become docile and soft as a lover's whisper.

As merchant ships sailed into the bay, Samwell was able to see the Old Town's landmarks from afar.

Towering Tower.

This massive stone tower is one of the most majestic and intricately built in Westeros.

More than 800 feet high, the spire of the tower, which burns day and night, reaches into the sky, and can be clearly discerned even from hundreds of nautical miles.

For thousands of years, this bright lighthouse at the mouth of the Mejiu River has pointed the way forward for countless captains.

As the merchant ships slowly approached the port, the majestic figure of the towering tower became clearer and clearer in everyone's eyes.

Everyone's eyes widened as they looked up at the miraculous building in front of them, unconsciously holding their breath.

And Cheman, who had little knowledge, was even more unbearable, and his whole person began to tremble, as if he had seen a god, and he almost knelt down to bow and worship.

Even if he was used to seeing skyscrapers in his previous life, Samwell couldn't hide the surprise in his heart at this time.

He could hardly imagine how such a lighthouse could have been built by using power to travel the world close to the productivity of the Middle Ages.

Unless it's magic!

A thought crossed Samwell's mind.

He couldn't think of any other way to build such a building than magic.

As Westeros' busiest port, the sea is so crowded that Samwell and his party have to wait in line for merchant ships to enter the port.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, this ancient city looks peaceful and elegant, like an old man who has experienced thousands of years of wind and frost, watching the vicissitudes of the world with a calm and indifferent gaze.

In addition to the Tower, the Old Town is also home to two famous buildings – the School City and the Starry Chapel.

The school city is a place to train bachelors, and it is also the most desirable place in the minds of the original owner. Countless learned people have traveled from here to the lords of Westeros, large and small, to advise them.

As for the Church of the Stars, it was the center of the Seven Gods for thousands of years, the Archbishop's Quarter, until it was replaced by the Great Basilica of Baylor in King's Landing more than a hundred years ago. But in the hearts of many believers of the Seven Gods, this is still the closest place to heaven.

Of course, one can't talk about Old Town without mentioning its lord, the family that lives in the Tower of Heaven—

The Hightower Family.

One of Westeros' oldest families, Hightower's bloodline can be traced back to their ancestors, who reigned in the Valley of Medeavour, the King of the Towers, as early as the distant Dawn Age.

However, such an ancient and influential family did not show any strength in line with its identity.

In fact, in the eyes of many people, the Hightower family is not only not strong enough, but can even be called weak.

As the king of the ancestors, when the Andals invaded, Hightower chose to submit and marry; When the gardener's family expanded from the Mandeb River valley, Hightower chose to surrender and divorce his wife; When Eegon Targaryen rode the dragon to kill him, Hightower still chose to surrender and join ......

Well, there was no marriage this time.

It's not that Hightower doesn't want to, it's that the Targaryens follow the tradition of sibling marriage, and generally don't let the "true dragon blood" flow out.

This series of behaviors is indeed difficult for the Hightower family to establish enough prestige, let alone make people have enough awe of them.

Samwell, however, never underestimated the family.

In fact, anyone who despises the Hightowers will pay a heavy price for it – and often in ways they can't even perceive.

The maesters who had gone from the school city to the major lords as advisors, even though they claimed to have no surname, no position, and no political leanings, who would dare to say that the Hightower family had no influence over them at all?

What is the purpose of those scholars who pretend to be religious in order to study the mysteries?

What is the school city pivotal opportunity that rejects outsiders discussing in the dark room?

What secrets are hidden behind those ancient and heavy gates?

……

In Samwell's view, the Hightowers are well versed in the principle of "overcoming the strong with the soft, and the weak over the strong", and they never face strong enemies, but quietly change the world.

It is certainly no coincidence that countless ancient and powerful families have been wiped out in the long river of time, and only the Hightower family has survived to this day.

As soon as they stepped off the merchant ship, Samwell and his party boarded a ferry boat - the towering tower, the castle of the Hightower family, was located on Battle Island, and they had to change ships.

Conquest Island is an alluvial island at the mouth of the Bab el-Mandeb River, and legend has it that in the distant Dawn Age, dragons once roamed the island until the original Hightowers appeared, destroyed them, and built towering towers on the island.

When Samwell stood in front of this man-made marvel, he finally felt his own insignificance.

It really doesn't look like a mortal masterpiece.

"Dear Sir Caesar, welcome to the Tower of Heaven." In front of the castle gate, a handsome middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing smiled brightly at Samwell.

This man was none other than Lord of the Old Town, the eldest son of the Earl of Layton, Sir Baylor Hightower.

However, what really caught Samwell's attention was the figure beside Sir Baylor -

Miss Margaery Tyrell.

The duchess's daughter wore a green pleated skirt, her waistline outlined by gold threads to accentuate her perfect figure, her soft brown curls were held in place by headbands and spilled from the top of her head, and her gentle eyes could not help but show a look of surprise when she saw Samwell:

"Sir Caesar, I almost didn't recognize you!"

Samwell was also stunned, obviously not expecting to see this "High Court Rose" under the towering tower.

But soon, he came to his senses, leaned over and saluted:

"Good day, Sir Baylor, Miss Margaery, the road to blazing is not so easy, so I have lost some weight."

"It's not just a little thinner, it's a complete change." Margaery looked Samwell up and down, pursed her lips and smiled, "And I'm surprised to hear that you've subdued tens of thousands of savages. ”

"And helped the Hightowers get rid of a hateful wanted criminal, and my poor cousin can finally rest in peace." Sir Baelor added with a smile that it seemed that he had received the savage head handed over by Viscount Blanton.

"It's an honor to be able to help the Hightower family." Samwell smiled at Baylor, then turned his gaze to Margaery, "And it's my responsibility to expand the Tyrells family's territory. ”

Margaery's eyes smiled like a crescent, and cute little dimples appeared on the sides of her cheeks:

"I'm proud of you, my knight. This month's grant will also be extraordinarily generous! ”

Hearing this, the smile on Samwell's face became even brighter: "Thank you for your generosity!" Your efforts will be rewarded. ”

Then he asked curiously, "Miss Margaery, I take the liberty of asking, how did you end up here?" ”

"I accompanied my mother back to visit relatives, and I didn't expect to meet you, what a coincidence."

Samwell then remembered that Margaery's mother, the Duchess of Highcourt, was the daughter of Earl Layton, lord of Old Town.

"Alright, stop standing outside, come in." Baylor invited with a smile.

Samwell nodded, took the bread and salt from the servant beside him, put it in his mouth, and walked into the castle gate.