The morning sun was warm and warm, casting dappled light and shadow on the floor of the room through the vine-covered windows.

Samwell dressed up [Time], felt the cold aura diffused from this bronze armor, and his excitement gradually returned to calm.

Cleopatra didn't seem to like the armor, and every time Samwell put it on, the white dragon wouldn't stop on his shoulder.

After hovering in mid-air for a few weeks, Cleopatra ended up landing on top of his master.

Samwell ignored it, put Dawn behind him, tucked his helmet under his arm, and went out with the white dragon on his head.

"Good morning, Sam." Margaery just walked to the door and greeted her with a sweet smile, but when she saw the white dragon above the man's head, she burst out laughing, "Good morning, Cleopatra." ”

The Duke's daughter is wearing a white velvet shirt with delicate brown leather armor on the outside, a blue over-the-knee pleated skirt underneath, her brown curly hair is tied with a headband studded with diamonds, and a pair of beady and jade-smooth beautiful legs are stepping on long suede crocodile leather boots, which looks heroic.

"Good morning, Miss Margaery." Samwell stepped forward, grabbed the girl's waist, and gave her a good morning kiss.

The white dragon was also familiar with Margaery, and following the example of his master, he touched the tip of her nose with his triangular head.

"Let's go, let's go to the hunt." Margaery said, taking Samwell's arm.

The two walked along the winding corridor, with golden roses in full bloom on both sides, and the cool autumn breeze gently blew and spread the delicate fragrance of flowers.

Turning a man-made fountain, Samwell saw Willas Tyrell, the eldest son of the Duke of High Court, sitting alone, holding a book.

Margaery stopped and asked, "Brother?" Won't you participate in today's hunt? ”

Velas, though he had a broken leg, was fine on horseback, but he needed a special saddle, and Margaery knew that her brother loved to tame falcons, hounds, and horses and take them to hunt.

"I'm not going." With a gentle smile, Villas lifted the book in his hand, "I'm reading an interesting piece of history. ”

"Which history?" Margaery asked curiously.

"A piece of history about Garth Gardener the 'Greybeard'." Villas said slowly, "During the reign of the King of Riverbend, the vassals were divided into two factions due to a dispute over the heirs, and the Riverbend fell into infighting and blood was shed everywhere, just at this time the Dornites invaded, the old town was breached, the High Court was sacked, and the King of Riverbend was also killed by a throat cut. ”

Margaery was silent.

Of course, she could understand her brother's hints.

Samwell smiled slightly and said:

"What's the point of dwelling on the past. That's dead history, Sir Vilas, why not come and make a living history together. ”

"I prefer the history of death." Vilas stared into Samwell's eyes, "Dead history is written in ink, and living history is written in blood." ”

"There will be no bloodshed today." Margaery looked at the baron beside her, "Right?" Sam? ”

Before Samwell could speak, Villas said, "Don't be stupid, little sister, how can hunting not bleed." ”

"There are many means of hunting." Samwell said, "It doesn't have to be bloody. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the girl beside him, as if giving a promise: "Not today." ”

Margaery burst into a sweet smile.

Villas looked at his sister's appearance, sighed secretly, and said:

"Well, then, happy hunting."

Samwell smiled back and left with Margaery.

Villas watched the two leave, his eyes complicated, and he was silent for a long time.

After some time, he suddenly felt someone approaching, and when he turned around, he saw that Lady Olenna had come to him at some point.

"Good morning, grandmother."

"Good morning, Vilas. What are you looking at? ”

"The Story of Garth Gardener X."

"That stupid 'Greybeard'." Lady Olenna pouted, "I remember that he had two daughters, but he married one to the Mandalay family and the other to the Peck family, so he died unjustly. Luckily, your father only had one daughter. ”

Vilas looked thoughtfully at her grandmother and asked:

"Aren't you going to the hunting party today?"

"No, no."

Vilas nodded, understanding her grandmother's intentions.

The Tyrells have only one daughter, and Lady Olenna has already made her choice.

"I'm not worried about it now." Lady Olenna spoke again, "I'm worried about the future. ”

Velas understood what her grandmother meant: "Are you worried that I won't be able to suppress this eagle? Don't worry, grandmother, I'm the one who domesticated two falcons and am familiar with their habits. Even if they are rebellious, if you have enough patience, experience and wisdom, you can bring them to their knees. ”

Lady Olenna sighed:

"He's not an eagle, he's a dragon."

Velaston choked.

He can't tame a dragon.

……

The wind blew the flags and hunted.

In the hunting camp, the elegant nobles took off their silk dresses, changed into steel armor, picked up spears and bows and arrows, and in the blink of an eye, they became powerful knights.

In Westeros, the hunting extravaganza was already in the nature of a military exercise,

The noble lords were keen on hunting, not only to obtain delicious game and animal skins, but also to cultivate a sense of battle and exercise tactical coordination.

Hunting and warfare are actually very similar.

Reconnaissance is the first step.

With the help of hounds and falcons, the nobles had to search for the tracks of their prey and find their hiding places.

After discovering the prey, it is also necessary to pass the information to the companions, and carry out a clear division of labor to carry out the hunt.

Different tactics must be employed for different prey.

Seducing, surrounding, chasing, chasing......

A hunt is a small war.

"Whoosh!"

The arrows shot out and sank into the grass, bringing out a trail of blood.

"Hit! Hit! Margaery clapped her hands on her horse and cheered.

The squire, Noah Rowan, immediately sprang out and retrieved the hare that Samwell had shot.

"It's finally hit." Samwell put away his bow and arrows, but his face was a little embarrassed.

After all, it took five arrows to shoot a hare and nothing to be proud of.

No way, the original owner hasn't practiced archery much, and although his attribute panel can increase strength and agility, it really doesn't help much for archery accuracy.

Samwell didn't dwell too much on it, the hunt had just begun, and the hare wasn't much of a heavyweight prey.

Cleopatra disliked her master's speed and decided to go hunting on her own, not knowing where she had flown to.

The group continued on the grass, and it was not long before they heard the sound of a trumpet.

"Someone's spotted the big guy!" Margaery exclaimed excitedly.

"Let's go!"

Samwell took the lead, heading in the direction from which the horn came, and soon heard a series of dog barks.

Beyond a small hill, the trees grew thicker, and Samwell saw the Flower Fox banner of Bright Water.

At the same time, they also saw the prey they found - seven wild boars.

Wild boars are one of the most dangerous animals that can be encountered in hunting, they have thick skin, thick flesh, immense strength, sharp and terrifying teeth, and tend to form small colonies dominated by female wild boars, which are difficult to deal with.

When Aleken Floren discovered the herd, he did not act rashly, but blew his horn and called out to his companions.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually intensified, and a steady stream of knights with attendants came from all directions, and it was not long before more than fifty knights gathered around the group of wild boars.

Flags representing various families flutter in the air, and the neighing of war horses and the roar of hunting dogs weave together the music of hunting.

Samwell told Margaery to stay out of the encirclement, and leaned in with his spear in hand.

This kind of wild boar herd is very dangerous and can cause casualties if you are not careful, so it is necessary to divide them first.

The prey was discovered by Sir Alecken, so he became the temporary commander of the hunt.

The eldest son of Bright Water City was very experienced, and first let the knights gallop around the perimeter and attack with bows and arrows, although with the rough skin and flesh of the boar, this attack would not cause much damage, but it could wear down the patience of the wild boar and provoke them to anger.

When the boars begin to get agitated, the hounds will provoke them, luring them away from the colony so that the knights can hunt them alone.

When the first angry boar rushed out after the hound, the surrounding knights suddenly became excited.

Cheers, shouts, shouts and curses rang out.

Samwell saw the boar rushing in his direction, and was not afraid at all, and deftly turned his horse's head to avoid the boar's charge, and then stabbed the spear with his hand.

The skin of a wild boar is extremely thick, and it is covered with hard mud shells and pine resin, which is extremely difficult to kill in one blow, and it is not easy to pierce its defenses.

Fortunately, Samwell was strong enough, and the spear was plunged deep into the boar's back, splashing a flower of blood.

But it didn't die, it still rushed forward.

The knights who followed struck one after another, until they stabbed more than a dozen spears into the boar's back, and then let it fall to the ground.

But even so, the boar still did not die, and still struggled tenaciously in a pool of blood, letting out a piercing howl.

Then Sir Alecon rode over and thrust a spear into the boar's eye and head to finally stop its wailing.

The hunt isn't over yet, though.

Next, the knights used the same method to provoke the wild boars one by one, lure them out separately, and then kill them one by one.

In the process, thirteen hunting dogs were sacrificed, and two knights were knocked off their horses, but fortunately, there were no casualties.

It can be considered a fairly successful hunt.

Samwell was about to go to congratulate his uncle when he saw a middle-aged knight who looked a little richer come to him, took off his helmet, smiled, and said:

"You're Baron Caesar, aren't you? Good skills. ”

"Thank you for the compliment." Samwell looked at the three black castle coats of arms on the other party's armor, and knew that they were from the Peck family, and was about to ask about their identities when he heard his uncle's voice behind him.

"Sam, this is Count Titus Peck."

(End of chapter)