Today's Hawksbill Island has completely changed.

Since a month and a half ago, the first batch of food and daily necessities from Yangwu City was delivered here, and the biggest crisis in the territory has been completely resolved.

Moreover, after having enough food, the steward Gavin immediately recruited wild men to build the territory according to Samwell's instructions before leaving.

Food, shelter, and work.

Under this temptation, more and more wild people flocked to Eagle's Beak Island, and the prisoner camp (now renamed the labor camp) swelled from 1,000 at the beginning to nearly 4,000 people.

Territorial construction has suddenly entered the fast lane.

The fortifications of the valley have been completely completed, and the three layers of wooden hedges and four towers that echo each other have turned the place into a small impregnable fortress, and the wooden houses that appear in the valley in an orderly manner, as well as the lord's castle, the foundation has been laid by the efforts of the industrious savage laborers.

In addition, Gavin gathered more than 300 female savages and asked them to participate in the brewing of brandy.

Gathering, cleaning, fermentation, distillation, and storage of mountain grapes...... and other processes are on the right track because of the abundant labor force.

A large field was also carved out by the wild people in the open space near Taniguchi, and mountain grapes began to be planted to lay the foundation for large-scale brewing in the future.

Although it was nearly dusk at this time, Hawksbill Island was still in full swing.

On a mound near the beach, a handsome middle-aged man was observing everything in his territory with great interest.

He has dark hair mixed with a hint of gray, a pair of gray-green eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts, and a small handful of well-groomed goatee on his chin further highlights his elegant temperament.

The dark gray silk cloak is fastened with a clasp in the shape of a sound bird.

Those who are well-versed in heraldry will know that this is the personal coat of arms of the Kingdom's Chancellor of Finance, Petyr "Littlefinger" Berish.

"Sir, do you really want to wait here for that Sir Caesar to return?" A young man in armor came up behind Petyr and asked.

"Yes."

"Yes...... He's just a pioneer knight who hasn't even built a castle, and you're already condescending to come from King's Landing in person, so why bother waiting for him to come back? As for the minting of silver coins, it would be nice if I left it to deal with it. ”

"You don't think Samwell Caesar is worth my wait a few more days?"

"Isn't it?"

"Bylan, don't take anyone lightly, especially young people. The territory of our family of Baesi is nothing more than a small rocky peninsula, and there are no silver mines. Petyr's voice was deep, low and slightly hoarse, with a unique magic that could convince people unconsciously.

"How can he compare to you?" Baran scratched his head and said, "Although from what I know, this Sir Caesar is indeed quite good at fighting, but he obviously does not know how to govern territory. Don't look at the excitement now, there will be big problems soon. ”

"Oh? What's the big problem? ”

"First of all, he was too merciful to those savages! Not only did he accept them as his subjects, he ate and drank them, and he even gave them so-called 'shares', and I calculated that when the castle was successfully completed—if he could survive until the day it was completed—he would have to face a huge debt, which would definitely bankrupt him!

I haven't even counted the more than 200 craftsmen, it is said that he hired them from Highland City for ten times the price, really...... Hehe, I don't even think that silver mine can save him.

Moreover, there are tens of thousands of savages in the territory, but there are only a few hundred people in the river, and you must know how much danger this imbalance hides, and sooner or later it will cause turmoil.

Also, he is still planting mountain grapes, and it seems that he is preparing to make wine. Hehe, did he really think that the wine made from this sour grape would sell for a good price? ”

Petyr listened quietly, and then smiled slightly:

"You know what? People are actually very similar to sheep, they like to gather in a flock, eat the same grass, walk the same road, and look the same white hair. Occasionally, though, some sheep are different.

They are black.

Because they have different colors of wool, they are often isolated by the flock, despised and ostracized by the Aries. But it is often these black sheep who will lead the flock out of a new path. ”

Baran seemed a little unconvinced, and said, "My lord, do you think Samwell Caesar is such a black sheep?" But what about the mistakes he made? ”

Petyr shook his head and said leisurely: "Nothing is wrong with following the rules, but deviance is destined to be accompanied by mistakes and failures. ”

Bailan was stunned.

Petyr added, "Besides, how do you know that his methods of governing the territory are wrong?" In the eyes of the white sheep, the black sheep did everything wrong, until it led the flock to discover a new fertile meadow. ”

Bailan nodded thoughtfully, but there was still some hesitation between his eyebrows, he always felt that the black sheep in Lord Baerich's words seemed to have other hidden meanings, but he didn't dare to ask.

Moreover, praise a man as a black sheep...... I always feel a little awkward.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud cheer on the dock.

Following the prestige, Baran saw a ship slowly approaching the territory.

"Our black sheep are back." Petyr looked at the ship at sunset, a smile of anticipation on his face.

Then he turned and walked down the mound towards the docks.

Bailan also hurriedly followed.

On the pier, Samwell couldn't wait for the boat to come to a complete stop, and he couldn't wait to jump onto the pier.

After a two-month absence, and a walk around the western coast of the bend, he finally returned to his territory.

Looking at the already somewhat unfamiliar place in front of him, Samwell couldn't hide the surprise in his heart-

Has there been such a big change?

"Master, you're finally back!"

"Haha, Gavin, thank you for your hard work!" Samwell stepped forward and gave his butler a warm hug.

This made Gavin, who was already very excited, couldn't help but shed tears.

Samwell then waved to the people gathered on the docks, thanking them for their warm welcome.

"My lord, welcome back!"

The crowd also cheered enthusiastically.

At this time, Gavin finally remembered something, and hurriedly said in Samwell's ear:

"My lord, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Lord Petyr Berish, has been waiting for you for five days."

"Petyr Berish?" Samwell was taken aback.

Of course he knew the thunderous name.

A top player in Game of Thrones, an ambitious man, a master of power schemes who believes that "chaos is the ladder".

He actually came to his own territory?

While it was indeed the Chancellor's duty to oversee the minting of money, it was nothing more than a silver mine, and it was not necessary for Petyr to come all the way from King's Landing, right?

Unless, he didn't come to Hawksbill Island just for the silver mines......

Samwell subconsciously became vigilant.

At this time, Petyr also squeezed out of the crowd under the escort of the guards and came to Samwell, showing an impeccable smile:

"I have finally seen you, Sir Caesar!"

Samwell also reined in his thoughts, revealing a harmless smile from humans and animals:

"It's an honor to meet you, Lord Barich."