No one thought that the protagonist of this banquet would be neither the beautiful Miss Margaery nor the honorable Duke of Lanli, but a new wine-

Brandy.

Almost every guest who tasted brandy praised it, but unfortunately because it had not yet been mass-produced, Samwell did not bring much wine this time, and everyone had not finished a round before it was gone.

This kind of demand is in line with the true meaning of "hunger marketing", but it makes everyone's desire for brandy more and more intense.

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

In the face of everyone's enthusiasm, Samwell remained calm, and deduced that he had reached a sales agreement with the Hightower family, and if he wanted to buy brandy, he would go directly to Sir Baylor.

Although direct sales can be more profitable, Samwell knows very well that he does not have the ability and time to organize caravans to expand sales channels, and more importantly, the profits of brandy are too tempting and will definitely attract covetous eyes, so he must divide a part of the interests and attract strong enough partners.

The Hightower family is now such a character.

Looking at the Earl of Layton and Sir Baylor, who were surrounded by everyone, Samwell stood aside with his glass in his hand, smiling brightly.

But then, he felt a wave of hunger - well, he had forgotten something.

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

Looking at the table full of delicacies, Samwell's gaze did not stop, but quickly scanned it.

There are really goldtail shrimp!

Samwell was overjoyed.

Although with the improvement of the strength attribute, the utility of the goldtail shrimp has been attenuated to an extremely low level, but it adds up to a lot, and this is still self-help, and the Hightower family pays for how much to eat, how could he miss it.

So, Samwell simply stood next to the plate where the goldtail shrimp was placed, took it and ate it, and then took it after eating...... Completely ignoring all the strange stares cast around him.

Wind reviews are extremely volatile.

He was once the wasted 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 could sit on the Iron Throne, he would be Julius Caesar!

When the time comes, all his unbearable, embarrassing, and difficult times will disappear under the more dazzling legendary brilliance.

Todd Fohua watched his lord's behavior, and couldn't help but quietly hide in the corner of the hall, but the earth bun Cheman did the same, and also stood at the long table with a plate, eating and taking it.

This young savage lived so long and had never eaten so much delicacies, how could he let it go so easily.

Just as the pair of strange masters and servants were feasting as if no one was around, the melodious harp sound slowly sounded, kicking off the ball.

Samwell remained still.

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

As for Cheman, it is even more unlikely that he will jump. This guy saw that his lord had been staring at the goldtail shrimp to eat, and he came over in curiosity, wanting to take one and taste it, but unfortunately he was frightened away by Samwell's protective eyes.

At this time, many men and women in the hall had already found dance partners, walked hand in hand to the dance floor, and began to dance.

The most honorable Duke Lan Li naturally walked to the most high-profile Miss Margaery, and it seemed that he was about to invite this "High Court Rose" to dance together, but he didn't expect that just halfway through, a girl in a purple evening dress jumped out and stopped directly in front of Duke Lan Li.

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

Samwell was wondering which lady it was that dared to steal the limelight with "Rose of the High Court", and then he saw Sir Baylor with a slightly embarrassed face.

It seems to be his daughter, so it's no wonder.

The eldest granddaughter of Earl Leighton does have the confidence to compete with Margaery for men, not to mention that this is still in the Tower of Heaven.

However, the Duke of Lanli was cut off, and it was difficult to find a suitable person to invite Margaery to the first dance, and Loras could have come to help his sister out, but he already had a dance partner at this time.

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

Samwell looked at the young male aristocrats who were eager to try, but never dared to step forward for fear of rejection, pursed his lips disdainfully, and whispered:

"A bunch of cowards."

With that, he put down his plate and strode towards Margaery.

As a knight of House Tyrrell, Samwell felt it was his duty to help the beautiful Miss Margaery overcome her embarrassment.

Even if he wasn't good at dancing himself.

Yes, that's how dedicated!

"Dear Miss Margaery, may I have this honour to invite you to the first dance?"

Margaery looked at Sam Well, who saluted her, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but someone finally came, otherwise it would have been embarrassing for her to end up in a field that no one cared about.

"Of course, my knight."

Margaery smiled sweetly, placed her slender hand as white as jade in Samwell's big hand, and let the other party lead her into the middle 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, and then said helplessly, "It's okay, I'll teach you." ”

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

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

It's still not beautiful, but at least it won't step on Miss Margaery's feet again.

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

"How? Am I a fast learner? Samwell was proud of the beautiful girl who was spinning around the dance floor with his arms around him.

"It's okay." Margaery puffed out her cheeks and snorted, "If you can learn to dance with the passion for goldtail shrimp, it will definitely be faster." ”

Samwell laughed, and didn't defend himself, but took the girl to do a rather difficult lockstep spin, causing Margaery to let out a soft snort.

When she was relieved, Margaery glared at Samwell.

Unfortunately, it is not lethal.

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

The agile and elegant dance steps, graceful posture, and bright and beautiful appearance, even if a clumsy dance partner dragged her down, still made her the focus of the hall again.

The aristocratic young men who hesitated before and didn't dare to come up to invite the dance beat their chests even more and were annoyed.

After another whirlwind, Margaery suddenly spoke, "Sam, the Tyrells can actually help you sell brandy. ”

The corners of Samwell's mouth curled slightly, but he said:

"What? Sorry, Miss Margaery, I didn't hear you just now. ”

Margaery had no choice but to repeat it.

"I'm sorry, Miss Margaery, but I've signed a contract with the Hightowers, and it's 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 diversify risks, it is impossible for him to sign such an exclusive sales contract, but there must always be some bargaining chips in negotiations.

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

When Margaery heard this, her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

Samwell spoke again:

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

"But what?"