Title: Viscount

Territory: Hawksbill Island

Vassals: Gavin Mande, Lucas Dane, Cheman Huya, Todd Fohua, Ralph Bukeler, Bruce Bukeler

Power: 4.35 (8.70)

Dexterity: 3.93 (7.86)

Spirit: 9.38

Samwell lay on the soft bed, focused his attention on the attribute panel, and sure enough, he found that his stat value was halved - no, only strength and agility were halved, and his spirit increased by 1.00.

And there is a parenthesis after the strength and agility values, which are the original values, it seems that Melisandre is right, this nerf can be restored.

It's just that this spiritual value doesn't decrease but increases, which makes him a little confused.

However, the increase in mental attributes is much smaller than the decrease in strength and agility, otherwise it is difficult to say whether this is a cost or a gain.

"Lord Caesar, are you thirsty?" Melisandre walked over with a glass of red wine.

She wore nothing but the ruby necklace in her throat, her milky skin looking particularly attractive in the candlelight, and her long fiery red hair fell from her shoulders to the top of the plump room, curled up in a large fluffy and comfortable circle.

Samwell took it casually, only to notice the bright red lip print on the rim of the glass—she had drunk it.

However, the two of them have already had more in-depth exchanges, so there is no need to care about these anymore.

Samwell took a sip of red wine and asked:

"When will the Shadow Assassin be born?"

"Tomorrow night." Melisandre sat next to Samwell and rested her head on the man's shoulder.

"Okay, then tomorrow, we will end this war together." Samwell stood up and went to pick up the clothes that were scattered on the ground.

The moment he got up, he felt the impact of the weakening of his attribute value on himself.

Although his strength and agility are still much higher than ordinary people, this gap still makes him feel "weak".

Melisandre did not hold back, but got up and gently helped him get dressed, like a considerate wife.

This made Samwell a little uncomfortable.

After getting dressed, he hurried out of the witch's tent as if he was in a hurry.

It was late at night, the camp was quiet, and only a few soldiers on night were patrolling, and they all hurriedly bowed down to salute when they saw Samwell.

Samwell absentmindedly returned the salute, and just as he was about to return to his tent, there was a sudden commotion from Storm's End.

He stopped, and watched.

The noise grew louder and louder, and many of the riverbend soldiers in the camp were also alarmed and came out to check.

Although Samwell didn't know what was happening, he immediately ordered all the staff to wear armor and be on guard.

He himself found Cleopatra, climbed on the dragon's back, and drove the white dragon towards the castle of Storm's End.

Then he was astonished to find that the city was now in chaos, with fires everywhere, and soldiers running about, shouting, screaming, and crying gathering in the darkness.

Something happened to Storm's End!

Samwell was surprised and delighted, but fearing that it was a trap, he looked at it a little more, until he saw the castle's iron gate slowly rising, and he was finally convinced that it was not a trap.

A troop of Stormland cavalry rushed out from under the iron gate with white flags, and shouted:

"Surrender! We are willing to surrender! ”

Samwell immediately drove the white dragon back to the camp, preparing to mobilize his army into the city.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought-

If Storm's End surrendered, wouldn't his "in-depth exchange" with Melisandre be in vain?

Samwell had a feeling that he had been fooled by fate......

But no matter what he thought, Samwell was the first to gather soldiers to seize the city gates and guard against the deception of the storm's people.

Of course, this possibility is too low, and even if it is a fraud, it will not open the city gates.

It was only after the Riverbend Army took control of the gates of Storm's End that Samwell summoned Sir Lard Wild, who had taken the initiative to open the gates and surrender.

"You say my brother Deacon assassinated Duke Aderic Baratheon?" Samwell had a sense of unreality.

"Yes, Lord Caesar. Your brother is valiant and wise. He approached the bastard duke as a peace envoy and assassinated him. ”

Samwell hurriedly asked, "What about the Deakons?" How is he now? ”

"Your brother has been injured a few times, but his life is alive and well, and he is currently being cared for by the Bachelor."

Samwell breathed a sigh of relief, and first commanded the army into the city to stabilize the situation before asking Sir Glad to take him to his brother.

The two rode through the streets where they were still fighting, and came to the Bachelor's Tower.

Samwell sees Deacon, but his brother has drunk poppy milk and is asleep.

He was wrapped in several bandages.

After getting a little bit of information about the situation, Samwell didn't disturb his brother's rest, and left the room and went out into the hallway.

At this time, the fighting in the city still did not stop, but it was getting weaker and weaker, and it seemed that the Hewan army had taken control of the situation.

According to Sir Gladd, in fact, there are many people in Storm's End who have long been dissatisfied with Duke Adric's rule, firstly, because this person was born illegitimate after all, and his identity is difficult to convince the public, and secondly, this bastard duke is too cowardly in the face of the invasion of the Riverbend army.

When Stannis Baratheon came to Storm's End, there had already been a riot in the city, but it was brutally suppressed.

As soon as Duke Edric died, the opposition in the city could no longer be suppressed, and Sir Glad took the opportunity to start a rebellion and open the gates.

Samwell stood in the dark, both the excitement of occupying the castle of his dreams and the worry of his brother Deacon.

Not so much because of his injury, but because of his mental condition.

As early as the first time Hornling met his resurrected brother, Samwell noticed his abnormality.

Deacon's memory was missing a part, but it was also something else that wasn't supposed to belong to him.

At that time, Samwell doubted that it was the work of Lahllo, the Lord of Light, and questioned Melisandre about it, but unfortunately did not get a satisfactory answer from the Red Robe Witch.

This time, Deacon pretended to be an emissary to assassinate Duke Edric, which can be said to be an extremely risky and irrational move.

Being able to succeed and survive is really a lot of luck.

Samwell, of course, didn't want to deny his brother's courage, but he felt that when Deacon made this decision, he was already determined to die.

This really doesn't seem like a reasonable person with a sane mind can do it.

There was the sound of light footsteps behind him, and as soon as Samwell turned around, he saw Melisandre coming at some point.

She was still wearing the silk red robe, her eyes were indifferent but reverent, but her lower abdomen was already slightly bulging.

"Lord Caesar, it seems that you don't need my help anymore."

Samwell watched as Melisandre gently stroked his abdomen, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly.

"This thing in your belly...... How to deal with it? ”

"You can change the target of the assassination." Melisandre said lightly, "Of course, this goal can't be too far away from me. ”

"How far is too far?"

"If you can't fly for an hour on a dragon ride, it's too far."

Samwell nodded, "But there's no one around here that I'm going to kill." ”

"It can stay in my body for up to ten months, and you still have time to think about it."

Samwell frowned, temporarily taking his gaze away from Melisandre's bulging lower abdomen, and said:

"What the hell is going on with my brother Deacon? He wouldn't have done such a crazy thing before. ”

Melisandre was silent for a moment, and finally spoke:

"He was inspired by the Lord of Light......"

"Bullshit Inspiration!" Samwell could no longer control his anger, "It's manipulation! The Lord of Light has manipulated my brother! Right? ”

"It's not about manipulation yet." Melisandre's tone was still as indifferent, with a soothing magic, "If your brother hadn't adored and admired you, and hadn't thought of giving everything for you, not even the true gods would have been able to manipulate him into doing such a thing. ”

Samwell was stunned.

"Of course, I can't deny that the Lord of Light did exert some influence on Deacon Tully." Melisandre adds, "But these effects are never rootless fires, they can only amplify certain emotions in the mortal heart, but cannot create something that does not exist."

What's more, it won't hurt you either. Instead, the Lord of Light will only do his best to help you grow up in order to deal with the coming calamity. And the shadow in my belly, it seems that the Lord of Light doesn't want us to waste this assassination opportunity in Storm's End, he should have something else to do. And we just need to accept the arrangement of the true God with peace of mind. ”

"I don't need anyone else, not even a god, to dictate what I should do." Samwell said coldly, "And if the price of this arrangement is my brother's tool to become the Lord of Light, then I will not accept this so-called help." ”

"You need not feel guilty, I believe Sir Deacon is willing to die for your cause. Not only him, but millions of men and women who believe are willing to give their lives for you and for the great plan of God. This is their glory. ”

"If Deacon had really volunteered, I certainly had nothing to say. But the Lord of Light modifies his memory! Samwell said coldly, "If the true God of you also needs to achieve his goals by interfering with the free will of man, then what is the difference between him and the evil god who created the ghosts?"

Yes, the Lord of Light resurrected my brother, but what is the difference between him and the walking dead beyond the Great Wall?

Such a resurrection, it is better to let him rest in peace!

You always say that we are going to fight against the evil of the north, and you always say that the Lord of Light is the Savior of mankind.

But if the Lord of Light used this method, then humanity would rather not have such a redemption!

Tell me, Lady Melisandre, do you really think such a Lord of Light is righteous? ”

Melisandre was stunned, her eyes as if flames were burning violently, jumping.

After a long time, she spoke again, but her tone was no longer as firm as before:

"The sacrifice of a few is for the happiness of many people......"

"Voluntary sacrifice is something to celebrate." Samwell retorted, "A manipulative sacrifice can only be called a sacrifice!" Lady Melisandre, if it were your relatives who were sacrificed, would you still be so religious? ”

Melisandre was silent.

"Meryl......" The distant cry echoed in her ears again, giving the red-robed witch's eyes a rare look of confusion.

Samwell took a few steps forward, came to the red-robed witch, and said:

"Man is an end, not a means."

(End of chapter)