Eagle's Beak.

Lord's Hut.

Baron Caesar's retainers were sitting around the round table.

Since the lord had not yet arrived, everyone was chatting casually.

A young maid served flower tea to everyone with swift movements.

Her face was a little red, because everyone's eyes were always glancing at her, intentionally or unintentionally.

This made her very uncomfortable and confused.

Because her appearance is not outstanding, and she is only from the river bend homeless people, she is not worthy of such attention from the old men in these territories at all.

What she didn't know was that the reason why these retainers paid attention to her was entirely because the last lady-in-waiting of Lord Caesar had actually become the Earl of Starfall City.

This is even more exaggerated than a fairy tale, and everyone still can't believe it.

So it is inevitable that I will pay more attention to the current maid, and even secretly guess that this will not be the lost bloodline of any family......

The door opened, and Samwell walked in.

A group of retainers stood up and saluted.

"Sit down."

Samwell sat down on the throne, then motioned for the maid to step aside.

"I've called you this meeting because I'll be leaving for King's Landing in three days to attend the trial of Duke Jon's death."

Samwell took a sip of tea and waited for everyone to digest the news before continuing:

"During my absence, Gavin was still in charge of the day-to-day affairs of Hawksbill Island."

"Yes, sir." Gavin hurriedly stood up and saluted.

The docker now has the momentum of a big steward, and he manages the territory with ease, and he doesn't act as flustered and helpless as Samwell did when he first left the territory.

Samwell nodded at Gavin, and then turned to the Artisan Chief, Victor:

"Mr. Victor, you are still in charge of the construction of the castle, and I hope that when I return from King's Landing, I will be able to officially move in."

"Yes, sir. If all goes well, the castle will be complete in a month and a half. ”

"Good." Samwell turned to the blacksmith leader Busso, "Mr. Busso, you will continue to be in charge of the silver deer forging. ”

"Yes, sir."

The casting of the silver deer was due to a secret agreement with Petyr "Littlefinger" Berish, and it had to be entrusted to someone who truly trusted him. Busso was now qualified for this, as his son was in Samwell's personal guard, and had married a female wildling.

Samwell then explained their tasks to the others one by one, and finally looked at Cheman and said in a deep voice:

"Cheman, I'll give you a hundred elite soldiers, and then allow you to gather five hundred savages by yourself, and the corresponding food and weapons will be provided for you, I just need you to do one thing-

That is, to constantly expand the control of the territory outward.

If you meet any horde of savages, you can ask them to submit in my name, and if they don't, then use the sword to make them submit.

Do you understand? ”

Cheman smiled bloodthirsty, "I see, Lord Caesar. ”

As soon as these words came out, the temperature in the room seemed to drop by a few degrees.

Everyone seemed to be able to foresee a bloody storm about to envelop the Crimson Mountains.

In fact, Samwell had hesitated to release the mad dog Cheman before, but after careful consideration, he still made up his mind.

After all, Jon Arryn died a year earlier than the original time, and the chaos of the Seven Kingdoms will inevitably start early.

Originally, there was not much time left for him to farm and develop, but now that he was engaged by "Littlefinger" Petyr Berish, the time was even tighter.

Therefore, at this time, he can't look ahead.

Even if the mad dog Cheman is at risk of escaping, he must develop his power and increase the population as soon as possible.

Fortunately, he is now growing in his wings, and his prestige has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and he can be said to be unshakable in Eagle's Beak Island, even if Cheman is ambitious, he does not dare to jump out and resist him easily.

"Remember, if you can, you still try not to kill people." Samwell couldn't help but remind, "Even if you want to kill, you will kill the tribal leader and the leader of the resistance." The rest of the wildlings have gathered together on Hawksbill Island and let them work for me, understand? ”

"I see what you mean." Cheman nodded, "Actually, I can't bear to kill my fellow savages. ”

These words made the faces of all the retainers present become a little strange.

It's as if I saw a female branch girl saying that she loved every prostitute client deeply.

The corners of Samwell's mouth twitched, he wanted to arrange a deputy for Cheman, but after thinking about it, he finally gave up.

If you have already decided to use the sharpest knife, why put on another layer of film.

If Cheman really went too far, Samwell could take back his power at any time.

Anyway, the core of the other party's army is its own people, and the logistics support is all on Hawksbill Island, so there is no need to worry about the Cheman tail.

With everything arranged, Samwell ended the meeting.

After the group had left, he fell into deep thought alone in the hut.

This trip to King's Landing, although it was only to witness the death of Duke Jon, Samwell always felt that the trip might not be easy.

After all, it was the center of power in the Seven Kingdoms, a gathering place for conspirators, a place of lies, sin and blood.

This made him can't help but want to improve his strength to deal with possible contingencies.

But at present, his strength attribute has reached a bottleneck, and without a large number of golden dragons or silver deer, he can't even think of a qualitative improvement.

As for the agility attribute, he has not yet found a way to improve quickly.

It's a mental attribute, Samwell has always had an idea.

At present, his spiritual attribute has reached 2.19, which is all the credit of the ghost grass, but with a large amount of ingestion, its effectiveness is becoming weaker and weaker, and now he needs to eat fifty ghost grass to increase the spiritual attribute by 0.01.

Therefore, he must find new "food for thought".

And he had suspected that the spiritual attributes were related to the belief in the old gods, so he had the idea of gnawing on the fish beams.

But after all, Yuliangmu is a sacred object in the hearts of the believers of the Old Gods, and he has been dragging it out for fear of causing bad effects.

Now, he decided to give it a try.

Samwell came to the bedroom, lay down on the bed, the whites of his eyes turned upwards, and when he opened his eyes again, he leaned over the falcon and soared into the sky.

Following the direction of his memory, Samwell skimmed quickly across the sea, and then plunged headlong into the forest.

It didn't take long for him to find the fish beam that he had seen for the first time when he had Eagle Dream.

It was unchanged from the last time it was seen, the huge and lush foliage resembled a giant hat, enveloping the mountain forest beneath it, and the carved faces of the trees were lifelike, as if they were really watching everything in front of them.

Samwell's Controller Falcon landed at the top of the tree, then rose again, only to have an extra branch in its talons.

However, when he turned and flew away from Yuliangmu, he always felt that there was a vague gaze watching him behind him.

Samwell resisted the urge to turn back, rose into the air and disappeared.

When the falcon returned to Hawksbill Island and placed the fishbeam branch on the table, Samwell got out of bed.

He picked up the branch and put it in his mouth.

The juice was as red as blood oozed out, adding a terrifying aura to Samwell's mouth.

The taste of the branches was very bad, bitter and astringent, with a strange fishy smell.

Not to mention, it was hard to chew, and when he swallowed it, it made his throat hurt.

But even so, Samwell's mental attributes did not increase.

He thought he hadn't eaten enough, so he nibbled on a few more bites.

But nothing has changed.

Fish beam wood is not good?

Samwell was in doubt.

Could it be that I guessed wrong, isn't it related to the belief in the Old Gods?

(End of chapter)