"The Ancient Gods."

The glow of the setting sun shines on the snow-capped mountains and forests.

"Listen to my vows and be my witness."

Samwell looked around and found himself standing in the middle of nine fishbeams.

The nine faces on the trunk of the tree gaze towards the center of the circle, and the dried sap around the eyes resembles rubies.

"The long night is coming, I will keep watch from now on, and I will rest until I die......"

Samwell's mouth didn't move, but he kept making noises, chanting the oath—

The Night's Watchman's Oath.

"I will not have a wife, nor a fief, nor a child. I will not wear a crown, I will not fight for glory and favor......"

He was joined in reciting the oath by six other people.

But their faces were shrouded in smoke, and Samwell could only see the bronze armor on their bodies.

"I will do my duty and die in ......"

Am I the earliest owner of the [Time] armor?

Samwell remembered the story Sir Robert Royce had told him.

"I am the sword in the darkness, the guard of the Great Wall, the flame of the cold, the light of dawn, the horn that awakens the sleeper, the shield that guards the kingdom. I give my life and glory to the night watch, tonight, night and night. ”

After the oath was made, there was silence in the forest.

The seven got up one after another and walked out side by side.

Not far away is the world's largest architectural marvel, the Great Wall.

It was seven hundred feet high, stretched at the northernmost point of the North, and stretched for thousands of miles from east to west without interruption, as if to proclaim—

This is the end of the world.

Samwell couldn't help but be in awe as he looked at the blue and white cliff that stretched across the sky.

When he looked up at the Great Wall, the thick ice seemed to press down on him and bury him.

Dizzy, Samwell stumbled and found something hard under his feet.

The seven stopped and began digging in the snow.

There was a coffin buried in the snow.

The coffin was gray and white, made of fishbeam wood, with two long crossed axes and a bloody human face carved on it.

Samwell was wondering which family coat of arms this was, how he had never seen it, when he found that "himself" had opened the lid of the coffin.

There was a woman lying quietly inside—

A woman who resembles a sculpture of ice and snow.

Pale skin, pale lips, only the wreath of winter snow roses on the head is as red as blood.

It's her!

That's when she opened her eyes.

In the pale eyes, there is only ice, snow and cold, and death.

Samwell felt as if he were in a frozen wasteland, full of jagged blue and white ice needles that shot at him like spears, trying to hug him.

That's the smell of death and despair!

But just then, a wave of heat swept over and instantly enveloped Samwell.

It was as if he had been immersed in the hot spring water.

Everything comes alive.

Full of life.

"He's awake!"

"Sam!"

"Lord Caesar!"

……

There were familiar voices in my ears, but I could only see vague light and shadow in front of me.

Samwell felt a wave of tiredness rush over him, and he fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, everything in my vision became clear.

Samwell looked around and found himself in a camp tent, lying on a rudimentary marching bed.

The attendant, Kathu, lay on the edge of the bed, seemingly asleep.

"Kathu? Kathu? ”

Cato woke up in a daze, and when he saw Samwell, he exclaimed in surprise:

"My lord! Are you feeling better? ”

"Well, it should be fine." Samwell braced himself and tried to sit up.

Katu hurriedly stepped forward to help, and asked, "My lord, are you hungry?" I'll get you something to eat. ”

"Okay."

Kathu ran out and brought breakfast in a few moments.

A bowl of oatmeal, two boiled eggs, a few slices of grilled jerky, butterberries, and a glass of wine.

Samwell was really hungry and swept away the food.

"My lord, do you want more?"

"No need." Samwell felt that he should not eat too much at once, handed the tray to Cathu, and instead asked, "Who healed my wound?" ”

"A red-robed witch from Asha, named Melisandre."

Sure enough, it was her.

In the midst of the fire in the Holy Church of Heaven and City, Samwell had actually seen the vision of the red-robed witch.

It seems that her previous efforts to rely on the prophecy were not in vain, and Melisandre did not choose Stannis Baratheon this time, as in the original books, but found herself.

Moreover, the Lord of Light, Rahlo, seems to have noticed himself as well.

Samwell retracted his thoughts and asked, "Did all six of you escape unharmed?" ”

Kathu's eyes darkened suddenly:

"We only came back alive for four ......"

Samwell's heart suddenly lifted: "Which two failed to ......"

"Sir Ferrer Royce has not been able to break out of the encirclement, and your brother Sir Deacon...... He, he was hit by an arrow in the back......"

Samwell's cheeks twitched, and he didn't speak for a while.

There was a bitter silence in the tent.

Finally Kathu broke the silence and said:

"My lord, do you know why we saw that the city of Heaven and Earth was breached, but after entering the city, the Dornites reoccupied the city?"

"Why?"

"It's all because of King Joffrey!" Katu gritted his teeth and roared, "He actually believed the Red Viper's promise to surrender, and ordered the withdrawal of the army when it was clear that he had already broken through the city gates, and let the Dornites come out and surrender themselves." ”

Samwell was dumbfounded, and didn't come back to his senses for a while.

Of course he knew Joffrey was a fool and a madman, but he didn't expect to be so stupid.

"Didn't anyone stop the king? What about Eddard Stark? He's the commander of this army. ”

"Lord Eddard personally led his army to attack the city that day and was wounded, and was dealing with his wounds in the rear, and the others did not have time to stop the king." Kathu's face twisted, "So many people died because of one of his orders!" So many people! ”

Samwell lowered his head expressionlessly, and his tone was as cold as ice:

"No one protested from the aristocracy?"

Kathu nodded:

"Of course, almost all the nobles have expressed their displeasure with the king, Count Matus Rowan is so angry that he almost took his sword to cut off the king's head, and even more so the nobles of the North, who have made it clear that they will no longer obey the orders of the Iron Throne. Lord Eddard had even resigned as Hand of the King, but fortunately, Ser Barristan Selmy vouched for his reputation and would not let the King's orders pass on, so the army did not fall apart. ”

Kathu pursed his lips and his tone turned disdainful, "It's just that Lord Inflatable Fish is still patting the king's ass, and I heard that he is even going to marry Miss Margaery to the king." ”

Samwell raised his eyebrows: "Sansa Stark's engagement to the king has been dissolved?" ”

"Yes, Lord Eddard announced the dissolution of the marriage contract on the day he resigned."

Samwell nodded, falling silent again.

Kathu got up and said goodbye, "My lord, you should rest first." ”

"Okay."

After Catou left, Samwell was alone for a few moments before getting out of bed.

The injury on his arm was actually not serious, and he was only unconscious because of poisoning.

Thinking of the ridiculous things Joffrey had done, of his brother who had died in battle, and of the more than 300 horsemen who had died in the Templars, Samwell felt a wave of anger roll in his chest, almost erupting and burning everything!

At this moment, a crisp and pleasant voice came from outside the door:

"Sam, are you awake?"

Samwell could hear it as Margaery Tyrell's voice, "Please come in, Miss Margaery." ”

The curtain opened, and Margaery entered, dressed in a long dark green silk dress with a garland of gold thread on her head, but the smile on her face did not seem as sweet as before.

"Thank you Shichigami, you're really okay!" Margaery drew a seven-pointed star on her chest.

It's the Red God that you should be thankful for.

"Yes, Miss Margaery, thank you for your concern."

Margaery approached the man and whispered:

"I regret what happened to you, your brother, and the more than 300 warriors in the Templar......"

Samwell fell silent.

Margaery felt the man's sadness, and couldn't help but feel a little gloomy.

"Your deeds will be remembered. Especially you, Sam! Margaery's tone was uplifted, trying to make the atmosphere less stagnant, "I actually killed the 'Red Viper' in a desperate situation!" Much of this victory is due to your perseverance. From this day forward, the bards of Westeros will sing your name! ”

Samwell smiled reluctantly: "The bard must only sing the praises of the king's exploits." Oh yes, I heard you're getting engaged to Joffrey. Congratulations, your dream of becoming a queen is finally coming true. ”

"yes." Margaery was not very happy when she heard this, and a bitter smile appeared on her face, "People always say, 'Beware of your wishes', I didn't understand it before, but now I understand that when the wish is really realized, I am afraid it may not be what I want." ”

"You have the right to refuse." Samwell Road.

"Do I really have it......" Margaery was a little sad, "my father has wanted me to be queen since I was a child, and he has been looking forward to this day for too long......"

"What about Lady Olena?" Samwell asked, "What is her opinion on this marriage?" ”

"Before leaving, my grandmother said let me see what kind of person Joffrey was......"

"And then? Say no if it's not suitable? ”

Grandmother didn't say. I couldn't figure out my grandmother's attitude. ”

Samwell was a little speechless.

What does "Queen of Thorns" mean? If it's not suitable, you have to marry hard? And then let Joffrey forcibly go offline like in the original book?

But didn't Margaery become a widow too?

Perhaps in the eyes of these strategists, the happiness of their granddaughters has never been a consideration.

"What kind of person Joffrey is, through this war, I think you should also be clear. As for whether to agree to this marriage contract...... After all, it's up to you to make your own choice. That's all Samwell can say.

Margaery was silent for a moment, and with a hint of anticipation that even she couldn't explain, asked:

"Sam, what do you think I should choose?"

"Your grandmother was originally engaged to Prince Daeron Targaryen, but she climbed into Duke Rose Tyrelll's bed herself, which led to the 'Queen of Thorns' of today's High Court." Samwell borrowed the example of Lady Olenna, but the meaning was already obvious.

When Margaery heard this, she stood still for a long time before she spoke again, her tone as light as smoke:

"Thanks for the advice, Sam, I'll think about it......"

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and imprinted a tender kiss on Samwell's cheek:

"Good night, my knight."

"Good night, Miss Margaery."

Samwell watched the girl's figure disappear outside the tent, stunned.

There was still a faint scent of roses in the air, and the kiss marks on his face were still moist and warm.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of "Littlefinger" Petyr Berish, the little nobleman who also fell in love with the duke's daughter, who became the biggest careerist of the Seven Kingdoms because of his begging, and finally died at his hands.

And what about himself?

What will be the fate of a little baron who wants to sit on the Iron Throne in the future?

On the small boat in Blackwater Bay, the thin man with gray-green eyes seemed to be looking at him with a sarcastic smile—

Caesar, you shouldn't have killed me.

Samwell chuckled, erasing Petyr's voice from his head.

How can a dead man stop his steps?

As for Margaery, she has to make her own choice after all.

And with or without her, Samwell has to go on his own path.

So, he gathered his mood and turned to the corner of the tent, where the luggage and belongings were stacked.

Opening the innermost package, Samwell saw the dragon egg lying quietly in it.

He reached out and touched it, and the stone-like dragon egg exuded a faint heat, as if a fire was being bred in it.

This reminded him of the prophetic image he had seen in the flames of the Templars—

The stars weep blood.

The king's name day feast will be accompanied by a red comet.

There will also be a dragon awakening!

Samwell thought back to what he had been through in the Templar, of the warriors who had died in vain, of his brother...... I finally made up my mind.

The next second, he picked up the heavy book he had taken out of Scholar Paischer's study—

Genealogy and History of the Families of the Seven Kingdoms

Stroking the yellowed cover, Samwell's eyes churned with flames of revenge, and he opened his mouth to speak of the witch's revelation to Daenerys Targaryen:

"Only death can be exchanged for life."

(End of chapter)