Samwell, who was originally leaning against the window to watch the play, was stunned for a moment, and then nodded happily:

"Good!"

With that, he turned and descended the stairs to the courtyard.

In fact, the chief swordsman of Braavos was the kind of opponent that Samwell feared the most—the highly agile assassin.

But he still wants to try it for himself, to see how big the gap between himself and this kind of person is, and to be mentally prepared.

Although Samwell had no hope of winning, Arya was confident in him, graciously handing him the wooden sword and winking at him, as if she couldn't wait for him to "avenge" herself.

Samwell took the wooden sword, held it in front of him, and saluted:

"Samwell Caesar, please advise."

"Syrio Friel, please advise." Silio also stood still and saluted, knowing that the young knight in front of him had just won the spear championship in the jousting tournament, so he was quite cautious.

The two of them posed, but neither took the initiative.

Samwell is determined to work because he knows that he is "bulky", while Celio is unclear about the reality of the champion knight in front of him.

However, in the end, it was Braavos's chief swordsman who struck first, only to see the wooden sword in his hand slam into Samwell's chest.

Samwell immediately moved, but instead of dodging, he lunged forward, slashing with the wooden sword in his hand.

But Cyrio seemed to have anticipated Samwell's reaction, and as soon as he was short, his whole body slid to the left like flowing water.

Samwell pounced, and before he could react, he felt a burning pain in his left lower back.

"Young knight, this is not the way you are good at fighting." Celio's flat voice came.

It seems that he wants Samwell to throw in the towel.

"Definitely. I'm better at charging on horseback. Samwell admitted it calmly, but did not admit defeat, "However, when I warm up, it is not certain that I will win or lose." ”

Silio didn't say much, maintaining a fighting stance, slowly circling around Samwell.

He already had insight into the knight's weaknesses and naturally knew how to deal with them. I saw that he glided and danced lightly, never clashes with the knight head-on, but looked for gaps and flaws in the opponent's attack, and sent his own wooden sword.

Samwell became more and more uncomfortable, he only felt that the swordsman on the other side seemed to be a soft stream of water, so that all his attacks could not be implemented, but he was always wrapped in the other party, attacking, like a feeling of suffocation.

Fortunately, he used a wooden sword, otherwise he would have died countless times by now.

"Master Caesar, come on!" Arya's voice rang out.

It's a pity that Samwell doesn't have the energy to pay attention to the girl at all now, and the swordsman in front of him puts too much pressure on him.

No matter what method he used, he could never touch the other party, although he knew that if he did, Sirio would definitely not be able to withstand his attack.

The sweat on his forehead slowly remained, blurring his vision, and the painful parts of his body became more and more, and the feeling of being beaten passively became more and more unbearable, just when Samwell wanted to admit defeat, Celio's voice suddenly sounded:

"Don't think about it."

The swordsman didn't know if he was giving Arya a lesson or if he was mentioning Samwell.

"Feel it." He said, "With your eyes, with your nose, with your skin, with your ears...... Feel with every part of your body, but don't think, that's too slow. ”

Samwell frowned, feeling that this guy was a bit tricky, but after a while, he was hit on his left arm by the wooden sword, and it hurt hotly.

This made him more and more annoyed, and he lunged forward a few steps, slashing several times in succession, but only slashing into the air, and at the same time being poked a few times by Silio.

Samwell estimated that he was covered in bruises, and his brain went blank under the stimulation of pain.

But at this moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and the wooden sword blocked his chest without thinking.

Click!

Two swords intersect!

It was the first time he had blocked a Silio attack.

"Excellent! The mind fools us, but the feelings don't. "Celio seems to be happy with that.

Samwell also calmed down, trying to find the feeling he had just had.

He knew that his agility attribute was low, and his movements would definitely be slow, but that feeling just now was ......

Syllable!

Without paying attention, Samwell was slapped on the back by Silio's sword again, grinning in pain.

But with the help of the pain, he found the feeling he had just felt again.

The brain went blank.

But the body suddenly became extremely agile.

Click! Click!

Samwell actually blocked Celio's two attacks in a row.

And he suddenly felt that the other party's speed seemed to be slower than just now.

No, it's not that the other party is slow.

It's that he's fast.

At this moment, Samwell seemed to have finally broken free from the shackles of water pressure and became extremely fast and agile.

Surprised, he glanced at his attribute panel, and then froze.

Samwell Caesar

Title: Baron

Territory: Hawksbill Island

Vassal: Lucas Dayne (Knight)

Power: 6.74

Dexterity: 2.85 (+3.97)

Spirit: 3.97 (-3.97)

Charge: 1/100

He was stunned by the change in his mental and agility attributes, but at this moment, his mind seemed to have become extremely sluggish, and he couldn't even think about why this change had happened.

And his body has become extremely agile.

The wooden sword in his hand was swung out at will without thinking, but it blocked Silio's attacks again and again.

Click, click, click-

The sound of wooden swords clashing became more and more intense.

Arya's eyes widened as she watched the battle, but even then she couldn't see the wooden swords of the two men fighting, and the air was full of afterimages and clicks.

His teacher and Master Caesar seemed to have suddenly grown hundreds of arms, wielding thousands of wooden swords in battle.

Click!

With a final crisp sound, the two wooden swords shattered at the same time.

In the flying sawdust, the two finally stopped.

Syrio laughed and said, "How clever the young man is! You will surely become a great swordsman in the future! ”

Samwell shook his head, trying to shake off the rusty feeling of his brain.

Gradually, the mind began to accelerate, and the body seemed to sink back into the water.

Looking at the properties panel again, the anomaly just now has disappeared, and the agility and spirit have returned to their original values.

It's just that the brain is still dizzy, as if I haven't slept all night.

"Thank you for the compliment." Samwell pressed the doubts in his heart and bowed respectfully to Celio, "Thank you for your advice. However, I am a knight, not a swordsman. ”

"Then you will be a great knight." "I've never seen anyone with such potential. ”

Bang Bang Bang!

Arya clapped excitedly and exclaimed, "That's amazing! What a great competition! ”

"It's really exciting!" A voice also came from the window above.

When everyone looked up, they saw that Duke Ed had also appeared there at some point.

Samwell said goodbye to Cyrio and Arya, and climbed the stairs to meet the King's Hand.

Remembering the change in attributes, Samwell hurriedly explained to Duke Ed that he was leaving King's Landing, and apologized for the lack of progress in the secret investigation.

Duke Ed probably didn't expect Samwell to find out anything in such a short time, and he just looked for him with the attitude of giving it a try, so he didn't criticize him, but just told him to pay attention to the situation in Dorne when he returned.

The words reveal fears about a possible war.

In fact, at this point, anyone with a discerning eye can see that war will inevitably break out between the Iron Throne and Dorne.

After leaving the Prime Minister's Tower, Samwell was still thinking about the attribute change just now.

Just now, under the stimulation and suggestion of Silio, Samwell's mental attribute was temporarily transformed into an agility attribute, which gave him the ability to fight with Silio.

He was pleasantly surprised by this discovery.

After all, low agility has always been a pain in his heart, and he has never been able to find food that can improve agility, but if the mental attribute can be temporarily transformed into an agility attribute, then he doesn't have to worry about it.

Then, he thought again, since the spiritual attribute can be temporarily transformed into agility, can it be temporarily transformed into strength?

Thinking of this, Samwell immediately focused his attention on the two attributes of spirit and strength, and tried to activate the temporary transformation again.

It's a pity, but there has been no response.

Some approach may be needed......

Samwell rubbed his swollen head, ready to study it later, for now, he just wanted to get some good sleep.

When I woke up, it was already evening.

Samwell casually ate some bread and drank a large pot of keel soup before packing up his salute and leaving the Red Keep for the harbor.

Just as he was waiting to sail the boat, he found that someone had come to see him off.

"Lord Varys." Samwell laughed and got off the boat, "Your little bird told you I was leaving?" ”

"yes." Varys grimaced, "Master Caesar, if you don't tell me when you're leaving, don't you really treat me as a friend?" ”

Sam Will laughed, "Of course I consider you a friend, a best friend. ”

Varys laughed too, but probably didn't believe Samwell's nonsense. The spider sighed, with a melancholy expression:

"Lord Caesar, we don't know when we'll be able to meet again. So there's a phrase I've always wanted to ask you. ”

"You ask."

Varys leaned closer and said softly, "Lord Caesar, you said before that the bucks are not worthy to sit on the Iron Throne, so who is worthy?" ”

Samwell didn't answer, but asked rhetorically, "What do you think?" ”

Varys said seriously, "Targaryens. ”

Samwell had expected this, but asked one more question, "Why?" ”

Varys's gaze suddenly darkened: "Master Caesar, do you know how I was castrated? ”

"I heard it was a wizard."

"Yes. A wizard from Quells, a self-proclaimed immortal, is all blue-purple and seems to be able to take your soul with just one look. The wizard cut off my work and threw it into the fire, and the light of the fire turned blue, and I saw a lot of visions......"

"What illusion?" Samwell couldn't help but ask.

"I saw the long night, and there was no daylight all year round,

I saw the wind of ice coming from the north, gathering a hundred feet of snow and freezing all the crops.

I saw the white devil weaving through the darkness, bringing destruction, terror and despair,

I saw the king in the castle and the farmer in the hut trembling and dying,

I saw people crying loudly, but tears were frozen on their faces, and I saw ......

I saw a lot of terrible things, but I also saw hope......"

Samwell raised his eyebrows: "The hope you see is the Targaryens?" ”

"That's right. The gods have revealed to us that the end is near, so we must be prepared. And for the sake of that glimmer of hope, we must no longer tolerate infighting and division, and the Seven Nations must be united under one voice, under one order.

And this, the buck can't do it, the lion can't do it, the ice wolf can't do it, the rose, the falcon, the trout, and the sun halberd can't do it.

Only the dragon! ”

"The dragon is extinct." Samwell reminded.

"But they will return!" A pious flame flickered in Varys' eyes, "I have seen it in the blue fire!" ”

Samwell didn't speak.

Varys grabbed the baron's wrist, and his tone became extremely sincere:

"Lord Caesar, why didn't I expose you to Littlefinger before? Because I know that Littlefinger is a selfish careerist, he only cares about his own status and power, and never cares about the life and death of others.

Chaos is a ladder?

No, chaos is the abyss that consumes everything!

Only order is our hope to survive the catastrophe of the apocalypse!

And the Targaryens, who have dragons, can establish such an order! ”

Samwell pulled out his hand and smiled, "Lord Varys, you are really condescending to be the chief of intelligence, you should be the emissary." From now on, the king does not need an army, and you can persuade any enemy to surrender with just one mouth. ”

"We have never been enemies." Varys said seriously.

"I know." Samwell laughed, "I agree with you, too. Ever since Aegon Targaryen the Conqueror landed in this place three hundred years ago, the Seven Kingdoms have been a stupid and outdated concept. The Iron Throne needs a more powerful and wise monarch, Lord Varys, let's wait and see. ”

With that, he turned and boarded the boat.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on Blackwater Bay, like a golden passage for the sailing ships.

(End of chapter)