On a sunny afternoon, Samwell came to Qingting Island again.

It's only been a few days since the last time I was here, but the treatment has changed dramatically.

The last time they came, the Redwyns sent only one servant to meet them at the docks, and then made him wait in the reception room all afternoon, and in the end he didn't even see the Earl of Paxter.

It can be described as extremely cold.

But this time, not only was Horace, the eldest son of the Redwyn family, escorted all the way, but when he arrived, an area on the dock was also emptied, and a group of Redwyn family members came to greet him.

At the head was none other than Miss Daismera Redwin, the daughter of Earl Pexter.

This kind of treatment almost treats Samwell as a big lord.

However, in the face of such courtesy, Samwell was wary in his heart - it seems that the Redwin family wants more than just a brandy consignment contract.

On the docks, Daismera took a few steps forward and said with a coquettish smile, "Sir Caesar, it's a pleasure to meet you." You look so much more handsome now than you did when you were a child! ”

The count's daughter was tall and plump, her skin was fair and firm, her facial features were not beautiful, but they were also bright and moving, and the only regret was a few small freckles on her cheeks, but this did not affect her beauty, but added a little playfulness.

Samwell quickened his pace slightly, and came to Desmera, and was about to salute, but he saw that the other party actually stretched out his right hand, which was as smooth as jade, towards him.

He was stunned for a moment, but he still leaned over and held up Desmera's slender hand, kissed it lightly between his fingers, and said:

"Miss Desmera, you are more beautiful than ever."

Desmera withdrew her little hand, turned around and made an inviting gesture, and said:

"Please, young sir, my father has been waiting at the castle for a long time."

"Okay."

Samwell got into the Redwyn family's luxurious carriage and headed for the island.

In a short time, the carriage came to the outside of the castle.

When Samwell got out of the car, he saw a young maid come up with a silver platter.

When Samwell had finished eating the bread and salt on his plate, an old man dressed as a butler said respectfully:

"Sir Caesar, my lord is waiting for you in the drawing-room."

As he spoke, he led the way.

Entering the living room, Samwell saw a thin, middle-aged man leaning against the window with a silver goblet.

He had thinning hair, rough skin, and looked a little old, wearing a white linen shirt with the Redwin family's purple grape coat of arms on his chest, and exuding an air of unrage and self-arrogance.

Samwell knew that this person was the lord of Qingting Island, Count Pixter Redwin.

Not seen for many years, the Earl was almost no different from what the original owner remembered.

"Master Paxter, it's an honor to meet you." Samwell stepped forward and saluted.

"Sir Caesar." Earl Paxter smiled slightly, nodded, and then pointed to the flask on the table, "Don't be restrained. ”

"Okay." Samwell also relaxed when he heard this.

He poured himself a glass of wine, and then went to the window with it, and stood side by side with Earl Pexter.

During this time, Earl Paxter kept looking at him.

Looking at Samwell, who was leisurely under his aura, Earl Pexter spoke:

"Sometimes I wonder if you're still the same Samwell Tully?"

Samwell's expression stiffened slightly, and then he smiled:

"Now I'm Samwell Caesar, Lord Earl."

Earl Paxter smiled slightly, not dwelling on the subject, and turned his head to look out the window.

From here you can see a courtyard full of flowers, where Miss Daismera, who had just gone to the dock to greet Samwell, was leisurely sipping tea with her sisters.

There was also a young man among them, but by looking at his blonde hair, he knew it wasn't from the Redwings.

However, because they were so far away, Samwell couldn't see each other's faces clearly.

Earl Packer took a sip of wine and said leisurely, "Do you remember when your father brought you to Qingting Island and wanted you to be my attendant and marry my daughter?" How long ago was that? Seven years? Or six years? ”

"It seems like six years ago." Samwell couldn't actually remember clearly, so he casually reported a number.

At the same time, he secretly speculated in his heart about the motive of the Earl of Pexter in bringing up the matter.

It was one of the biggest troubles of his youth, and Samwell didn't think it was a humiliation for Earl Pixter to bring it up.

The dignified Lord of Qingting Island is not so boring.

"It's been so long." Count Paxter sighed, and then pointed to the group of people in the courtyard outside the window, "Do you know the man who drank tea with Daismera?" ”

"I don't know." Samwell was honest.

"He's Stafford Lannister's son, Davon Lannister."

"It turned out to be someone from the lion family." Samwell sighed, no wonder he had blond hair.

Before, on the dock, he did see the banner of the roaring lion, and thought it was just an ordinary merchant ship from Castle Rock City, but he didn't expect that there were actually members of the Lannister family on it.

However, he can't remember who this Stafford Lannister is at all, and it is estimated that he should only be a soy sauce character in the original play.

But his son Davon Lannister, Samwell was somewhat impressed. He remembered that this man was a powerful character, and he was in charge of commanding the Western army to besiege Riverrun. And after the death of Duke Tywin, this person was actually appointed by Queen Mother Cersei as the guardian of the West......

Although many of Cersei's actions are intellectual, and this appointment is more of a fight with her uncle Kaivon, it at least proves that Davonne is indeed an outstanding figure in the Lannister family.

I just don't know what he's doing on Qingting Island?

But then the words of Earl Pixter solved Samwell's puzzle:

"Sir Steffer has come this time to marry my daughter Daismera for his son Davon."

This time, Samwell finally understood what Earl Pexter meant.

However, he pretended not to understand, and said with a smile: "Then congratulations, I have heard that Sir Davon is a wonderful knight. ”

Earl Pexter glanced at him expressionlessly, and said:

"No, I don't. Because I'm ready to reject them. ”

"That's a shame." Samwell looked extremely regretful.

"Do you know why I'm turning down the Lannisters?"

"You must have something to think about."

Samwell certainly wouldn't think that Earl Pixter rejected the Lannisters because he wanted to marry his daughter to him.

Although the other party has been guiding him to think in this direction.

In fact, he had already guessed the reason for Earl Paxter's refusal.

On the one hand, although Davon is very good, he is only a side of the Lannisters after all, and Count Paxter does not think much of it.

What's more, Lady Olenna is already secretly seeking to put Margaery on the throne of queen through the foolish duke of Lanli.

If this plan succeeds, even if Duke Lanli stands in the way to withstand the wrath of the Lannisters, the relationship between the Tyrells and the Westlands will deteriorate.

The Redwin family, who are close to the Tyrells, will definitely be implicated.

So, of course, the Earl of Perixter would not agree to marry his daughter to the west, which was destined to be hostile to the bend.

With this in mind, Samwell certainly wouldn't have thought that Earl Pixter had rejected the Lannisters for his own sake.

However, he wondered why the other party had led him to think in this direction.

Earl Pixter wouldn't really want to marry his daughter to himself, would he?

Or is he just trying to use this as bait to hang himself?

Seeing that Samwell had not picked up his stubble, Earl Pixter had to say bluntly:

"Alright, Sam, stop pretending, do you want to marry my daughter?"