Samwell certainly knew that the Dragon Mother had hatched a dragon the moment the Red Comet arrived.

And there should be three dragons hatched by the other party.

Just counting the time, it has only been more than a month, and the Earl of Old Town, who is separated by most of the world, has already known the news, and it seems that this Lord Layton has been secretly paying attention to the remnants of the Targaryens.

"Lord Layton, you seem to be interested in dragons?"

Earl Layton smiled slightly, and did not deny it: "Yes." Have you heard the ancient prophecy that came from Asha? ”

"The stars are crying blood, and the long night is coming?"

"yes, that's it." Earl Leighton sighed, "I used to think that Rhaegar Targaryen was the prophesied prince, until he was killed by Robert Baratheon with a hammer on the banks of the Trident. ”

He paused, and then added:

"Then I set my sights on the Targaryen siblings on the other side of the Narrow Sea. Born in the land of salt and smoke', Daenerys was born on Dragonstone, where there is a sea and a volcano, and when she hatched three dragons, I almost decided that she was the prophesied prince. But seeing you, I'm not sure anymore. ”

Samwell is inexplicably a little weak-hearted, but on the surface, he doesn't show anything:

"How could the prophesied prince be a woman?"

Earl Leighton nodded and admitted, "That's right, that's what I've always had my doubts. ”

Samwell breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Earl Layton has not turned the corner yet, in the original book, it was Master Aemonon on the Great Wall of Despair who first woke up-

Just as dragons are not male or female, the prophesied "prince" can also refer to a woman.

Samwell, of course, wasn't going to mention Earl Layton, and he needed to use this prophecy to gain the support of the Hightowers.

"So you think I'm the prophesied prince?"

"At the moment, it seems that you are the most likely." The Earl of Layton did not say anything to death.

Samwell perked up: "So will the Hightowers be on my side this time?" ”

Earl Layton smiled slightly and said:

"The Hightowers aren't standing on either side this time."

What a slippery guy. Samwell complained secretly.

However, this result is acceptable.

Duke Metz's power mainly comes from the iron triangle of Tyrell Redwin Hightower, and in this iron triangle, the seemingly most low-key Hightower family is actually the most powerful corner, and now that the Hightower family is neutral, the support that Duke Metz can get is immediately greatly reduced.

"Yes." Samwell nodded, "Then sit back and see if the nobles of the Riverlands are willing to support the Lion family's evil species." ”

Earl Layton nodded with a smile, turned his gaze to the white dragon on Samwell's shoulder, and asked:

"Sam, can you tell me how the hell you hatched this dragon?"

"Take a sword and split the dragon's egg, and the dragon will pop out." Samwell said with a serious face.

"It's as simple as that?" Earl Layton frowned.

"Oh, and a fire." Samwell added, "Just watch the heat and don't bake the eggs." ”

"I see." Earl Layton said with a smile.

"Do the Hightowers have dragon eggs?" Samwell asked, "I can help you hatch if needed, I have experience." ”

"We don't have dragon eggs." Earl Leighton immediately denied it, and then said with a smile, "If I find it in the future, I may ask you to help hatch it." ”

"Gladly."

"By the way, I heard that you have an extra witch of the Red God in your territory?" The Earl of Layton suddenly changed the subject.

"Yes, Lady Melisandre from Asha." Samwell nodded and admitted, "I was poisoned by the Red Viper, and she saved me. ”

"It's the first time I've heard of anyone survive the poison of the Red Viper."

"Maybe she's borrowed the power of God." Samwell stared into Earl Layton's eyes, "Lord Layton, what do you want to say?" ”

"I want to say...... The blessings of the gods often come at a cost. ”

Samwell asked thoughtfully, "What do you think I paid for?" ”

The Earl of Layton laughed, "I can't say that. But you need to know that blessings and curses are like two sides of a coin, and you can't find a coin with only one side, and in the same way, you can't get blessings from the gods alone. ”

Samwell suddenly thought of "Bronze Jon", and the other party said something similar when he gave him the [Time] armor.

But the Earl of Leighton did not want to say much on the subject, and began to gossip instead.

Samwell chatted with him for a while, and then took his leave.

Outside, Samwell was walking along the flower-filled promenade when he suddenly met an unexpected person.

"The Kingkiller?" Samwell had a playful smile on his face.

"Who is the kingkiller called?" Jaime Lannister shot back.

Samwell stopped and said with a smile:

"You and Cersei's son are just a puppet king, what kind of king. Besides, unlike you, I swore to protect the king. ”

Jaime noticed that Samwell's eyes had been staring at his severed hand, and he unconsciously turned sideways, blocking the other's view.

The baron in front of him cut off his right hand, depriving him of his glory and shame.

Without that, what is he left with......

Jaime tried his best to calm his agitated mood and said coldly:

"Oaths? Hehe, how many vows have you made in your life? Protect women and children, protect justice, be kind to the weak, and be loyal to the sovereign...... Do you remember all the vows you make? And what do you do when one oath conflicts with another? When your sovereign ceases to be righteous, are you on the side of sovereign or on the side of justice? ”

"Isn't it up to you to decide when to take sides?" Samwell said, "You're a knight, not a puppet manipulated by an oath. ”

"It's easy to say. But what right do you have to judge me? Jaime was deeply stung by Samwell's eyes.

When Eddard Stark led his army into the Red Keep, when he saw him sitting on the Iron Throne after killing the "Mad King", he looked like this-

The eyes of judgment.

This kind of look has entangled him for more than ten years.

"How did you get to be a knight? Didn't you swear loyalty when Mace Tyrell put her sword on your shoulder? Jaime exclaimed, his voice filled with resentment and rebuke, "but what are you doing now?" What about your loyalty? What about your obedience? Your ......"

As if sensing Jaime's threat to his master, the white dragon roared angrily, and a dragon flame erupted.

"Cleopatra, stop." Samwell patted the white dragon on the head.

He didn't want to burn Jaime here, or the old lion would go mad.

Don't look at Duke Tywin's two sons, but the only heir he really recognizes is Jaime.

The little son of the dwarf has never been looked at by him.

So if Samwell kills James, then the old lion will most likely fight for the Iron Throne and come to the High Court to avenge his son.

He didn't want to do this kind of hateful thing.

The flames had stopped, but Jaime's robe had already been set on fire, and he scrambled to remove it, screaming and cursing at the scald.

"It was Margaery Tyrell who had the sword on my shoulder. The inflatable fish are unwilling to canonize me personally, so why should they expect my loyalty? Samwell dropped a sentence coldly, and then turned away from the "monarch killer" and left.

Jaime managed to shake off the dragon flames, choking on the smoke and coughing, tears streaming down his eyes.

The robes in front of him were still burning, and the orange flames were jumping like a strange elf, stirring up the most unbearable memory in Jaime's mind.

It was with such a flame that the "Mad King" Aerys burned Duke Rickard Stark, the Earl of Chester, the hand of the "Hammer and Dagger" King, and threatened to burn the people of King's Landing.

"Don't try to take away my royal capital!" Jaime heard the Mad King's scream echo in his ears, "I'm going to leave them a city of ashes!" Let Robert, the bastard, be the charred bones and roasted flesh of King's Landing, just like me! ”

Cremation has been practiced for generations by the House of Targaryens, and there are no graves, and the Mad King wants to turn the entire city of King's Landing into his own cremation pile.

Jaime actually knew that the Mad King didn't really want to kill himself, and he, like Ilion Targaryen of the "Bright Flame" before, believed that the flames could regenerate him and turn him into a real dragon.

Jaime had watched as the Mad King ordered the pyromancers to bury the Wildfire jars throughout the city, from the Baelor Chapel to the flea nest's burrow, from the cellars of Maegor House to beneath the seven gates.

And he could only stand under the Iron Throne, like a white-robed corpse, watching in silence.

He is the White Knight of the Kingsguard, swearing allegiance to the King and obeying his every command, no matter how crazy, how ridiculous, how cruel......

Until the Duke of Tywin led his army into the city, the Mad King exclaimed in a rage:

"Sacrifice your father's head, or I'll burn you all!"

Finally, Jaime drew his sword and slaughtered the mad king.

From then on, he became a "monarch killer".

In the face of everyone's disdainful gaze, he never explained.

The proud lion disdains to justify.

The hand that held the sword was gone, but Jaime could still feel it, the pain in his heart.

gnaws at the heart like a poisonous snake.

But the pain was nowhere near as painful as the look of the Duke of Winterfell, and the sting of the look of the baron who had cut off his arm.

You don't know anything, just look at me and think I'm guilty!

Why!

"What qualifications does the Flying Eagle have to judge the lion!" Jaime yelled at Samwell's distant back.

It's a pity that the other party didn't look back at all.

Only the white dragon on his shoulder turned his head and gave the "monarch killer" a cold look.

Burning like fire.

(End of chapter)