The morning light shines through the silk curtains and shimmers in the bedroom.

When Samwell opened his eyes, he saw Daenerys' beautiful face, her long silver-blonde hair scattered on the pillow like a blooming flower.

The beautiful woman in his arms hadn't woken up yet, and Samwell couldn't help but imprint a kiss on her red lips as she felt the elastic and smooth touch on her body.

After returning from his triumph last night, Daenerys "entertained" Samwell with great enthusiasm and seemed to be eager to fulfill his promise to have a baby.

However, although the dragon queen is enthusiastic, she is actually strong on the outside and capable in the middle, and her body is extremely sensitive, and she has been defeated and defeated repeatedly, and finally she was killed by Samwell and lost her armor, crying and begging for mercy.

Although he tossed until the middle of the night, Samwell's sense of accomplishment in conquering the Dragon Queen made Samwell full of energy and energy.

He gently pulled his arm from Daenerys' arms, got up and put on a robe, and went to the study next door.

On the desk are two of the most important trophies from the Battle of Meereen -

The Dragon's Horn and another eye of the Harpy.

Samwell picked up the eyeball first, and the surface of the eyeball was already densely covered with cracks due to the fact that he was stabbed by the giant sword [Dawn] in the previous battle.

But it is still bright red like agate, like molten gold, like flames, and you can feel the strange power contained in it when you hold it in your hand, as if it is a thunderbolt flashing.

Without hesitation, Samwell put his eye in his mouth.

The sour and numb touch is like an electric current sliding into the abdomen.

The next moment, the properties panel changes again:

Samwell Caesar

Title: Storm King

Territory: Wind's Rest, Eagle's Beak Island

Vassals: Lucas Dayne, Gavin Mande, Kathu Huya......

Power: 20.17

Dexterity: 11.76

Spirit: 39.99

After this attribute point change, Samwell immediately felt that his body was overwhelmed again, his heart was beating violently, the blood was surging in his body, and the dream murmur that seemed to be far away sounded in his ears again.

There was such a phenomenon last time the strength attribute broke through ten points, so Samwell didn't panic.

This time, it is estimated that it is because the agility has broken through ten points, and perhaps the strength has exceeded twenty points, which has brought some physical reactions.

However, Samwell frowned a little at the whisper ringing in his ears.

The spiritual attribute is stuck at 39.99, and it stands to reason that there is no breakthrough, so why is the reaction so big?

He looked down into his palm, and saw that the silver petal that the red-robed witch Melisandre had left for him was still intact, and the remaining six petals were already blurred.

Samwell remembers that Melisandre had said that it was actually a seal that would temporarily reduce the influence of the elemental sea on him.

Otherwise, with such a high spiritual attribute, he would be in danger of being assimilated by the berserk elemental sea before he had mastered the advanced knowledge of witchcraft.

But now, it seems that the seal is about to run out......

Samwell felt that it was best to return to the Stormlands as soon as possible and let Melisandre fix the seal.

Taking a few deep breaths and adjusting to the changes in his body, Samwell forcibly blocked out the whispers in his ear and turned his attention to the dragon's horn in front of him.

The horn was nearly a man tall, with a black glow on its surface, and was covered with reddish-gold stripes and Valyrian inscriptions.

Samwell picked up the horn and brushed his fingers over the Valyrian inscriptions on it, and he could feel a burning heat that penetrated his heart.

You know, he has the talent of [The Unburner], and he can even be burned by the inscription on this horn.

Samwell knew that the horn was supposed to be a poisonous gift from Eulen "Crow-Eye" Greyjoy to his brother Victalion.

Therefore, the golden dragon Viserion should have been taken away by Euron.

Samwell wasn't too worried, though.

Judging from the performances of Drogen and Rego, the Dragon's Horn can only summon the dragon temporarily, and cannot make the dragon recognize its master, or completely control the dragon.

So, even if Euron got Veserion, he still couldn't tame the dragon.

He's not a true dragon.

Moreover, for the sake of this dragon, Euron also lost the dragon's horn.

No matter how you look at it, it's a bit more than worth the loss.

Maybe this guy thinks that with the horn blowing, he can summon all four dragons away.

As I thought about it, I saw Daenerys walk in barefoot.

She was wearing only a thin gauze dress, and her delicate figure loomed in the morning light.

"Is this the Dragon's Horn?" Daenerys stepped forward curiously and squeezed into Samwell's arms.

"Yes." Samwell nodded.

"And if we blow it, will we be able to control the dragon?"

Samwell did not answer, but asked, pointing to the inscription on the horn:

"Do you know the Valyrian language above?"

"I'm a Dragonbinder." Daenerys reads, "No mortal can make me make a noise and live. Blood for fire, fire for blood. ”

After reading it, she was silent for a moment and said:

"Does this mean that mortals must pay with their lives to blow it?"

"I'm afraid so."

"The trumpet sounded before that...... Who blew it? ”

"Legend has it that in the Valyrian Empire, the dragon's horn is usually blown by slaves, and of course, the dragon that hears the horn obeys the call of the horn owner." Samwell paused, then added, "There is also a saying that a person with the gift of the [Non-Burner] can blow the horn and survive. ”

"True dragons are not afraid of fire." Daenerys said, "We all have the talent of the Unburner. ”

Samwell asked playfully, "Yes, but do you dare to blow it?" ”

Daenerys groaned, "Don't take any chances...... We can control the dragon without a horn anyway. ”

Samwell laughed, "Actually, even if you blow it, it's useless, you are not the master of the horn, and the dragon will still not be summoned by you." ”

"Who is the owner of the trumpet?"

"It should be Euron Greyjoy."

"People from the Kraken family?"

"Yes." Samwell's eyes twinkled, "The craziest of this generation of sea monsters." ”

He thought of a brief encounter he had with Euron on the Sea of Dorne, and he had been impressed by this mysterious and crazy man.

"And Viserion is with him now?"

"It should be." Samwell patted Daenerys on the arm, "Don't worry, we'll get Vicelion back." ”

"Hmm." Daenerys writhed a few times in the man's arms, found a more comfortable position, and then asked, "Sam, when are you going to marry me?" ”

Samwell lowered his head and kissed the man in his arms, and said with a smile:

"Anytime."

"Then let's get married in Meereen." Daenerys proposed, "I was supposed to have a wedding at the Temple of Grace, but you ruined it. ”

Looking at Daenerys, who deliberately posed for a puffing appearance, Sam Will laughed:

"I was going to take you back to Westeros to get married. Are you sure you want to get married here? ”

Daenerys suddenly panicked.

Westeros, the hometown she had dreamed of returning to since she was a child, seemed to be no longer far away, but at this moment, she suddenly felt an inexplicable worry and fear.

Will people still welcome Targaryens? Will you still cheer for the daughter of the Mad King? Will you still worship the dragon of love?

And Margaery Tyrrell, will she accept me?

"Nope. I want to get married in Meereen. Daenerys buried her head in the man's chest.

Samwell seemed to sense her sensitive and complicated thoughts, and nodded:

"Okay, then I'll let someone arrange it. Three days later, we got married in Meereen. ”

As he spoke, he stood up with the woman in his arms and came to the outer room of the dormitory.

Three maids stood there, changing clothes and washing for them.

"Your Majesty, were you sick last night?" Missandei whispered in Daenerys as she helped her comb her hair.

"Nope."

Only then did the little maid relax her mind.

Daenerys also understood why the maid asked like this, and her face flushed slightly.

However, hearing Samwell explain their marriage made her feel a burst of sweetness in her heart.

Samwell went out for a moment and then returned to the room, saying:

"Quells' old friend is here, you can come with me to see him later."

"Which old friend?"

"Zaro Zanwang Dassus." Samwell deliberately smiled narrowly, "The guy who has proposed to you fifty times." ”

Daenerys snorted, "That hypocritical businessman. What is he here for? ”

"I have made a deal with the Thirteen Giants of Quells to maintain the new order in Slave Bay. In the future, we will share the profits of the slave trade with Quells. ”

Daenerys frowned, "Why are we working with Quells?" ”

"Westeros is too far from Slave Bay. We can't keep an eye on the situation here, and it's a waste to keep the Unsullied behind. So, we need a collaborator. Moreover, we also need the fleet of the Thirteen Giants to transport the army back to Westeros. ”

Daenerys said, "It's just temporary, isn't it, Sam?" One day, we will come back and reinvent Slave Bay. ”

"Yes, it's just expediency." Samwell stepped forward and kissed her bare shoulder, "I promise." When we have enough strength, we will definitely come back. ”

"Okay." Daenerys smiled and kissed her.

(End of chapter)