"Lady Olenna promised not to help the two?"

An irrepressible surprise appeared on Samwell's face.

Margaery smiled and groaned, "Yes, my grandmother's mouth promised. So it's up to you to convince enough of the riverbend nobles to get my father to change his mind. ”

"Don't worry! As long as Lady Olenna doesn't interfere, we're almost 100% sure! ”

Samwell said excitedly.

Without the intervention of the "Queen of Thorns", if they can't handle the "inflatable fish", then simply stop playing, go home and wash their necks and wait for the old lion to come to the door.

"You've done a great job this time!" Samwell hugged Margaery tightly in his arms, and his tone became ambiguous, "I'm going to reward you well!" ”

As he spoke, he was about to carry the girl into his room.

But Margaery broke free with a grin, and said:

"This is a high court, let's not be so blatant, it will leave a bad impression on my family."

"Okay." Samwell also felt that he really should respect Margaery, so he didn't insist.

"Then I'll go back first, and rest early." Margaery gave the man a tender kiss and then drifted away.

Watching the girl's graceful figure disappear at the end of the corridor, Samwell was a little stunned.

I went back to my room alone, but I never felt sleepy.

Cleopatra had curled up in a ball, covered her eyes with her slender tail, and fell asleep.

He lay dry on the bed for a while, tossed and turned for a long time without falling asleep, and then got up and went out for a walk.

At this time, the night was dark, and the cold moonlight sprinkled through the courtyard like flowing water, covering the stone carvings, fountains and roses in the courtyard with an elegant veil.

Samwell walked aimlessly, along the uninhabited path, and before he knew it, he came to the Sacred Wood Forest.

The forest is mostly filled with oak and cypress trees, and the lush branches are like giant umbrellas.

The further Samwell walked deeper into the woods, the more he felt the silence and tranquility.

"Who?" A voice suddenly rang out.

"Samwell Caesar."

Samwell took a few steps forward and saw a lanky, wheelchair-bound man under a large fishbeam.

He had a beard, a face that resembled Margaery, a gentle gaze, and a faint smile on his face.

"Good evening, Sir Vilas." Samwell recognized the Duke of Metz's eldest son.

"Good evening, Baron Caesar." "Can't you sleep too?" ”

"Yes. So come out for a walk and enjoy the beautiful High Court by the way. Samwell's gaze stayed on the fish beam tree in front of him, and asked curiously, "I didn't expect that there was actually a heart tree in the Divine Tree Forest in the High Court." ”

Villas explains, "They are called the 'Three Chantlers,' and legend has it that they were planted by Garth the 'Green Hand' himself, so even though we have converted to the Seven Gods, they have remained until now. ”

Samwell then noticed that it was three fish beams, which looked like a giant heart tree because of the intertwined branches.

Huge human faces were carved on the trunks of the three trees, and the red juice flowed down like weeping blood.

Seeing them, Samwell suddenly remembered the visions he had seen when he first put on the [Time] armor, especially the Heart Tree outside the Great Wall of Despair, and the beautiful woman who was like an ice sculpture.

"Margaery really likes you." Vilas's voice pulled Samwell back into his thoughts.

"I like her too." Samwell said frankly.

"I never thought she would elope with someone one day. And it's followed by a baron. Villas smiled gently, and looked at Samwell with no hostility, "You know, Margaery has dreamed of being queen since she was a child. ”

"It's not necessarily a dream that can't be realized."

Velas laughed, "Did the dragon give you that confidence?" ”

"I gave Margaery that promise before the dragon was born."

Villas smiled even more, "I kind of know why my little sister likes you so much, Caesar." However, I advise you to keep a low profile. In Westeros, there is no telling which is more revered and hated. ”

"Thank you for the reminder." Samwell was modest on the surface, but he didn't take Villas's advice to heart.

Now that he has a dragon, how can he keep a low profile?

He just declares that he has no ambition all over the world, and who will believe it?

Will the strategists watch his dragon grow until one day he becomes another "conqueror"?

"To tell you the truth, Sam, I'm supporting my little sister marrying you." Vilas said suddenly.

"Thank you for the recognition." Samwell said sincerely, "If only you were the Lord of the High Court. ”

Velas shook his head with a smile and said:

"I know you have a grudge against my father. Sometimes his mind is really easy to turn around, and he is too focused on immediate interests to see the long-term. But Sam, the four of you have come to the High Court together is a bit excessive. This will only exacerbate the contradictions. ”

Samwell didn't speak.

This is the difference in position, and he doesn't want to argue with his future uncle.

Vilas was not angry either, and his tone remained gentle:

"After all, you are the lord of the riverbend and a vassal of your father. When he comes back, you have a better attitude, admit your mistake, and Margaery is on the side to persuade you, it may not be impossible to make your father change his mind. ”

"Thank you for your suggestion." Samwell said lightly.

His coat of arms is a double-headed eagle and his pet is a white dragon, how can he wag his tail and beg for mercy like a dog?

I don't know if I saw Samwell's perfunctory, and Villas didn't say much, so he took his leave and left.

The woods were quiet again, except for the salsa of the breeze stirring the leaves.

Samwell stared at the three heart trees in front of him for a long time, his thoughts drifting.

……

After three days of waiting in the High Court, the Duke of Metz finally returned with his army.

Coming back with him, in addition to a group of riverbend nobles, there was also the "monarch killer" James Lannister.

Samwell immediately understood that the attitude of the inflatable fish was still in favor of the Lannisters.

That's how attractive the old lion is to this guy?

However, he was not worried, after all, he was not fighting alone this time.

A week later, the annual hunting party will be held, and when the nobles of the river bend will gather in the high court, it will be the time for an official showdown.

In the past few days, Randolph Tully, Matus Rowan and Alekon Florent have not been idle, constantly contacting the riverbend nobles who have arrived at the High Court, testing their attitudes.

On the surface, the court looks calm, but in fact, there is an undercurrent.

Samwell was too young to have much connections, so he just drank tea with Margaery and took a walk to tease the white dragon.

It seems to be doing nothing, but it is actually showing two of his biggest strengths - Margaery's love and dragon.

As long as the nobles of the river bend see these two points from time to time, they can be imperceptibly influenced.

The Duke of Mace, who seemed to have made up his mind to ignore Samwell, never summoned him alone, and pretended that there was no such person at the banquet.

Samwell didn't bother to take care of the inflatable fish, so he didn't even take the initiative to visit.

The day before the hunt began, Lord Leighton Hightower, Lord of the Old Town, arrived at the High Court, and Samwell visited him himself.

"Sam, long time no see!" As soon as Earl Layton saw him, he greeted him warmly, and his tone was also kind.

"Lord Layton, long time no see." Samwell felt that the attitude of the towering tower old man was very good, and his confidence suddenly doubled.

Since Earl Layton had said that he wanted to meet the dragon, Samwell brought Cleopatra with him during his visit.

The white dragon crouched quietly on his shoulder, its slender tail wrapped around his left arm.

But upon entering the room, Cleopatra suddenly became agitated and hissed at a candle.

Samwell then noticed a tall black candle on the wooden table in the center of the room.

It is the only light source in the room, and it is uncomfortably bright and unsettling.

The color of the flame was strange, white as fresh snow, yellow as molten gold, and red as a flame, but the shadow it left behind was so black that it seemed to be a black hole that could suck all the light.

"What is this?" Samwell had already guessed what it was, just wanted to make sure.

"Glass candles." Earl Layton said, "Some people call it obsidian, or, dragon crystal, frozen fire. ”

Sure enough, it was.

Samwell knows that the most important role of Dragon Crystal in Game of Thrones is that it can be used to deal with strangers.

In the original book, he himself killed the alien ghost with a dragon crystal dagger, thus earning the title of "alien ghost killer".

Samwell stepped closer and took a closer look at the magical glass candle.

It was three feet tall, thin as a sword, with a spiral edge as sharp as a knife, and it was emitting an inexplicable and strange light.

"What does it burn?" Samwell asked.

"What does Dragon Flame burn on?" Earl Layton asked rhetorically.

"Magic?"

"Yes." The Earl of Layton sat down in his chair and motioned for Samwell to take his seat as well, "Valyria's magic is based on blood and fire. Legend has it that using this glass candle, the wizards of the ancient dragon empire could even travel through mountains, oceans, and deserts, and they could enter other people's dreams to display visions, or exchange information halfway across the world. ”

"Can you do this magic?" Samwell grew more and more curious.

Earl Layton shook his head: "This magic has been lost. The demon tide subsided before, and it also took away too many ancient mysteries. Fortunately, now, with the advent of a new wave of demons, they will also reappear in the world. Just like your dragon. ”

Cleopatra was still staring at the glass candle, her eyes showing intimacy.

Is this an intimacy with cognate magic?

Samwell suddenly had an idea - what would happen if the white dragon devoured the dragon crystal?

The glass candle in front of him belonged to Earl Layton, and Samwell certainly didn't want to use it as food for the white dragon.

But dragon crystals are actually not uncommon, there are many dragon crystals on Dragonstone Island, but because strange ghosts have not appeared for thousands of years, dragon crystals have not been taken seriously, and they are regarded as ordinary stones.

However, Samwell felt that the dragon crystal should not be able to accelerate the dragon's growth, otherwise the Targaryens would have discovered the secret a long time ago.

But seeing the performance of the white dragon, Samwell felt that he could still send someone to Dragonstone Island to dig up some dragon crystals and try it back.

Even if the white dragon doesn't eat it, he can gnaw on it himself to see if he can add attributes.

"It's not just you." Earl Layton looked at the white dragon on Samwell's shoulder with blazing eyes, "There are also people on the continent of Essos on the other side of the Narrow Sea who have hatched dragons. ”

"Who?" Samwell pretended not to know.

The Earl of Layton slowly spat out a name:

"Daenerys Targaryen."

(End of chapter)