"Hahahaha!"

An almost crazy smile echoed through the forest, dispelling the atmosphere that was almost stagnant.

The nobles of the river bend were still immersed in the shock of the Duke of High Court being forced to bow his head and admit his mistake by a little baron, and were awakened by laughter, only to find that it was the "monarch killer" James Lannister who was laughing on his horse.

"I'm laughing to death! I'm laughing to death! Can't you riverbends tell the difference between horses and deer? Hahahaha......"

Samwell said, "Is that funny?" Monarchicide. ”

"Isn't it funny?" Jaime clutched his stomach with his left hand, still smiling, "I've seen a lie twisted into the truth with my own eyes, you Riverbend people are amazing!" Inflatable Fish-sama, you don't really want to ride that deer in the future, do you? Then I suggest you change to a better saddle, oh no, deer saddle. Hahaha......"

Duke Mace's face was flushed, and he bowed his head silently, as if he had made up his mind to be an ostrich.

Samwell retorted:

"Monarch killer, how many lies have you woven yourself? Whose children are Joffrey, Micella, and Tommen? Who pushed Bran Stark from Winterfell down from the Tower? Do you dare to tell the truth? ”

Jaime's smile froze on his face.

In fact, the former is okay, he has long wanted to make the truth public, but his father and sister have always been reluctant to the Iron Throne.

But the latter......

How would he know?

Jaime was horrified.

This hidden sin in his heart was actually exposed in public, which gave him the illusion of being exposed to the sun without clothes.

The gaze of the crowd was like a big hand, constantly peeling away what little self-esteem and pride he had left, and he was powerless to resist, so he could only let his ugliness and meanness be torn open like a bloody wound.

"Monarchicide? Why don't you speak? Samwell asked, "I've heard that the White Sword Tower of King's Landing in the Red Keep contains a copy of the White Book, which records the exploits of every White Knight who has guarded the Kings of the Seven Kingdoms for three hundred years. Monarchicide, what do you think will be written on that page that belongs to you? ”

Jaime kept his head down, his long, slightly messy hair obscuring his face.

"Sir Jaime of House Lannister." Samwell continued, his voice as loud as a bell, as if Heavenly Father was pronouncing the sentence,

"The eldest son of Duke Tywin Lannister and Lady Joanna of Castle Rock. As a teenager, he served as an attendant to Count Sumner Craigher, and accompanied him to clean up the Brotherhood of the Royal Forest.

At the age of fifteen, he was knighted by Sir Arthur Dayne of the Kingsguard. In the same year, he was promoted to the Kingsguard by King Aerys II Targaryen and became a White Knight.

When King's Landing fell, he killed the king under the Iron Throne, earning him the title of 'Kingkiller'.

And then, 'the Monarchicide', how should I write it later? ”

Jaime did not speak, and he was suddenly horrified to find that his life was so poor and empty, even ugly.

"I'll tell you how to write it." Samwell smiled coldly and continued,

He was pardoned by Robert Baratheon I and continued to serve as the Kingsguard, but he had an affair with Queen Cersei Lannister, giving birth to three stolen stolen of the Iron Throne.

During King Robert's visit to Winterfell, he was crippled by the fact that his sibling had an affair with him, and he personally pushed Bran, a young boy from the Stark family, off the tower.

Later, he followed the puppet king Joffrey to fight in Dorne, and was cut off his right hand by Samwell Caesar in the city of Heaven and City, and since then he has become a waste ...... who does not dare to draw his sword."

"Shut up!" Jaime suddenly roared in rage, "Caesar! You shut up! ”

"You want me to shut up? Yes, don't use weak words, use your sword. Samwell said defiantly.

Jaime's left hand rested on the hilt of the sword, but it never pulled out.

His body began to tremble, and his mind flashed through the incomparably terrifying sword of Heaven and City, which simply did not belong to the mortal world.

Countless midnight dreams, James's heart was filled with fear.

He didn't know how to take a sword like that.

That's not a sword that mortals can stop!

Especially now that he only has his left hand......

How to fight?

He never imagined that one day he would not dare to draw his sword.

But if he didn't dare to draw his sword from now on, what would have become of him?

A corpse in a white robe?

"Monarch Killer!" Samwell defiantly again, "Are you really a waste who doesn't dare draw your sword?" ”

"Caesar!" Jaime Lannister finally drew his sword, "I'm going to kill you!" ”

Samwell took a step forward with an expressionless face, and also pulled out the giant sword [Dawn] behind his back.

The milky white glass blade appeared red and gold lines the moment it was unsheathed, and followed Samwell's sword-wielding hands, covering his arms, chest, and even face.

The dense red-gold lines seemed to put on a close-fitting armor for him, and it was like a talisman that had been passed down from ancient times, making people dare not look at it directly.

"Jaime Lannister!" Samwell held his sword in both hands, and his voice was as awe-inspiring as a god, "In the name of the seven gods, I will judge you for your sins!"

The sin of king-killing! The sin of fornication! The sin of the crippled child!

If you are guilty, please give me strength from the seven gods!

If you are innocent, please deprive the seven gods of everything! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant sword in Samwell's hand burst into brilliant colors, like flames, like sunsets, like molten gold, like the brilliance of gods, and it was breathtaking.

Jaime held his sword in his left hand and rushed forward in an almost heroic gesture.

In the blazing light, Jaime seemed to return to the day of King's Landing.

He sat high on the Iron Throne, with the corpse of the Mad King Aerys at his feet, and the afterglow of the setting sun spilled through the narrow windows of the Red Keep, and the entire throne room was soaked in blood red.

The dragon's skull hanging high on the wall stared at him coldly with empty eyes,

Watch his downfall.

The vision was filled with the glow of a burning fire, like blood pouring up, and Jaime couldn't breathe.

"Caesar! Kill me! ”

Jaime roared wildly and rushed into the flames without hesitation, as if to welcome his own salvation.

He closed his eyes, and the beautiful face of his sister Cersei appeared in front of him.

The flames consumed his sword, and the shattered steel melted almost instantly.

The scorching heat came to his face, like a kiss from her sister Cersei.

Makes Jaime irresistible.

But alas, the blazing heat came to an abrupt end.

Jaime opened his eyes in confusion to see the fiery greatsword stop in front of him, just inches from his skin.

He was about to open his mouth when he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

Samwell kicked Jaime over and smashed his sword in the back.

Boom!

Jaime threw himself to the ground in embarrassment and cursed:

"Caesar! Do you dare to kill me! Do you dare ......?"

Poof-

Samwell stomped on Jaime's head, stomping his face into the dirt.

"The gods have condemned you." Samwell held the glowing red sword in his hand and said, "But the gods are merciful, too. Decide to send you to the Great Wall of Desperation and become a night watchman to atone for your sins. ”

"Sir Aegon Lyvere." Samwell called the name of the captain of the High Court guard, and naturally ordered, "You send someone to escort the monarch killer to the Great Wall, remember to take the sea route, don't let the Lannisters stop you." ”

"Yes!" Sir Aegon replied subconsciously.

But then, he reacted to see his feudal lord, Duke Metz.

The inflatable fish was so frightened that even the horse could not sit steadily, and its fat body shrunk into a ball, like a quail.

He didn't react at all to Samwell's overstepping orders.

Disappointed, Sir Aegon finally grabbed Jaime by the collar and dragged him out.

Jaime had a dirty face and messy hair, and he was still yelling and swearing:

"Caesar! Kill me if you kind! Kill me! ”

The nobles of the river bend looked at this scene with extremely complicated feelings.

Some secretly applauded, and some worried.

The order to escort the kingkillers to guard the Great Wall once and for all declared that Riverbend had chosen to stand against the Lannisters.

And that's not all.

The silence of Lord Inflatable Fish also made his prestige in the hearts of the nobles of the river bend plummet.

If there were still many nobles who had expectations for the Tyrells before, but after today's hunt, they have recognized the facts.

The essence of the power struggle is the struggle for the right to speak.

And in today's river bay, it is no longer the inflatable fish that adults have the final say.

A young king has already shown his grandeur and ambition.

Under the gaze of hundreds of riverbend nobles, Samwell Caesar stood with his sword on his hand, beside him a white-ringed buck kneeling on the ground, and a demon dragon flying and circling overhead, letting out bursts of hiss.

The afternoon sun shone brightly and brightly, shining on the baron with his head held high, as if he had been covered with a halo of sacredness.

This highly symbolic scene was fixed in the hearts of the nobles of the river bend and became their eternal memory.

(End of chapter)