Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Master Ed, are we really going to that shit banquet?"

The rough voice of Lord Jon Umber, the last Lord of Hearth City, echoed in the camp.

In fact, his loud voice was no longer limited to one camp, and most of the camp probably heard the voice.

And Jon didn't seem to want to hide his dissatisfaction with the king at all.

"Yes." Duke Ed nodded, "This is the king's name day banquet, and we all have to be there."

In fact, none of the northern nobles wanted to attend the banquet, but it was strange that Duke Eddard Stark asked everyone to attend.

As if he wasn't the one who fell out with the king that day.

The lord of Kahuo City, Earl Rickard Karstark, said:

"Lord Ed, since the 'Red Viper' has been killed, Duke Jon Arryn's revenge has been counted, and there is no need for us to participate in the next war with Dorne, and the king is an idiot! If you ask me, let’s just withdraw our troops from the northern border.”

These words immediately elicited a burst of echoes. It seemed that most of the northern nobles did not want to continue fighting.

"We really don't need to help the Iron Throne continue to fight Dorne." Duke Ed first agreed with Earl Rickard's point of view, but then changed the topic, "But there is no rush to withdraw the troops, I still have things to do. And, This time the king's name day banquet, you also have to attend."

All the northern nobles showed puzzled expressions.

Earl Jon Amber moved closer, winking and asked: "My lord, is someone threatening you? Don't worry, as long as you give an order..."

"Enough." Duke Ed was a little helpless, so he had to reveal something, "All go to the banquet. At that time, I will announce something important."

All the northern nobles looked at each other in blank dismay before taking orders to leave.

After changing into his uniform, Duke Ed held the "Genealogy and History of the Major Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms" on the table in his hand.

Touching the yellowed cover, he remembered what the Baron of Yingzuiyu who visited suddenly last night said to himself——

"Master Ed, I have found clues to the investigation mission you entrusted to me."

Yes, that's the clue, that's the proof!

Duke Ed turned over the pages of the book and confirmed once again that the markings on it were correct.

Robert, Lord Eddard said silently in his heart, it is your turn.

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"Lord Caesar, what are you going to do?"

The red robe witch Melisandre asked.

She was still so fiery, with a fiery charm exuding from her whole body, but her eyes were extremely pious, making one dare not profane.

"What am I going to do, didn't the omniscient and omnipotent God R'hllor not tell you?" Samwell was wearing a blue velvet dress.

Today is King Joffrey's name day, and Skyreach will hold a grand banquet, both to celebrate the king and to celebrate this "great" victory.

Such a grand ceremony, Samwell is also going to send a big gift to the king to repay the other party's previous care.

Melisandre looked at Samwell quietly, the ruby ​​in her throat gleamed with her breath:

"Not any trivial matter can be inspired by the true God."

Samwell laughed loudly: "What I have to do is not a trivial matter."

"Compared with the horrors to come in the north, everything here is nothing more than a trifle. Even this war is nothing more than a child's fight."

Melisandre took a step closer, her fiery red eyes looked directly into Samwell's, as if she wanted to look into his heart,

"Lord Caesar, do you know that in the far north, beyond the Great Wall of Impossibility, the ancient alien god unknown to mortals is waking up. He is the god of darkness, the soul of black ice, the god of night and fear. Terrible and evil power Gathering, too powerful to fight against.

The cold wind has blown, the winter and the long night are coming, and the white devil that cannot be killed will also come, unless the people of Westeros put aside the ridiculous disputes in front of them and spread the faith of the flaming red heart. "

"A ridiculous dispute?" Samwell sneered, but then sighed, "You are right, it is indeed a ridiculous dispute. But this is also the reality. Don't you think that just by your words, Westeros Will all the nobles and commoners gather under the belief of the Lord of Light?

Not to mention you, even if the King of Light really sent down an oracle, how many people would believe it? So, Ms. Melisandre, I am grateful for your life-saving grace, and I believe that there will be great terror in the north as you said, but I have my own plan for how to deal with it. "

"Then let me help you." Melisandre stretched out her hand and helped Samwell fasten the last button.

"I regard you as an ally, and of course I will accept your help."

"I mean now."

"Now?"

Melisandre's hands touched the skin between Samwell's throats, and a warm heat penetrated, with a hint of charm and desire:

"I saw the dancing flames in your eyes, you are angry, you want to kill. Tell me, who do you want to kill? I can help you, with the power of magic, the power of the Lord of Light."

Samwell looked at Melisandre's fiery red eyes, but didn't speak.

Melisandre confirmed her guess, and immediately put her whole body on it, her fragrant and warm breath hitting Samwell's face:

"Tell me who you want to kill? Then inject your fire of life into my body, and we can summon a servant of light to complete this task. And in the process, I will also bring you unprecedented joy Experience."

Samwell narrowed his eyes: "Fire of life? Will this have a negative impact on me?"

He remembered that in the original book, the "Lightning King" Lord Beric Dondarrion breathed the fire of life into the mouth of the dead Catelyn Tully, awakening Lady Stoneheart, but he himself died.

And Stannis Baratheon, the Duke of Dragonstone Island, also became extremely weak after making a shadow killer with the red-robed girl.

"It does make your flame weaker. But it has to be paid for. There is never a free lunch in this world."

"Then I'll do it myself." Samwell gently pushed Melisandre away, "However, there is another matter, I hope to get your help."

Melisandre was slightly taken aback by the man's refusal, but she quickly regained her composure: "Please tell me."

"follow me."

Samwell took Melisandre out of the camp and went straight to the camp of the Horn Hill army.

"Lord Caesar." Sir Hyle Hunter received Samwell.

The Hunter family is a vassal of the Tully family. When his younger brother went to the rear of Dorne to harass him, he handed over the Horn Hill army to the command of Sir Hale of the Hunter family.

After this person saw Samwell, he immediately understood his purpose and took the initiative to bring him to Dickon's coffin.

"Thanks."

"It is my honor." Sir Hale saluted respectfully, and then left.

Samwell pointed to the coffin, and said to the red-robed woman, "I heard that the power of the Lord of Light can bring the dead back to life?"

"You want me to save your brother?"

"That's right."

"I can try." Melisandre was calm on the surface, but in fact she felt a little guilty in her heart, "The mighty power of the Lord of Light can indeed do it, but not everyone is lucky enough to be blessed by him."

She had performed resurrection before, but it never succeeded.

But with the Red Comet approaching, she feels her powers are growing, and maybe this time she can succeed.

Samwell looked at the red-robed witch who was slowly walking to his brother's coffin, praying inwardly.

Since the Lord of Light can resurrect "Lightning King" and "Lady Stoneheart", maybe Dickon can also be brought back to life.

Melisandre's prayer sounded in the camp, low and obscure.

Numerous echoes flicker in the light, carrying breathtaking power.

After a long time, the prayer is over.

But the miracle did not happen.

"Sorry." Melisandre's eyes were dim, and she walked out of the tent with a little loss.

Samwell faced his brother's coffin alone, speechless for a long time.

He seemed to want to lift the lid of the coffin to see his younger brother, but he still couldn't muster up the courage.

In fact, Samwell didn't have a good impression of this younger brother when he first crossed over.

After all, his initial embarrassment was all due to Dickon's existence.

Of course, the original owner had to bear a lot of responsibility for not living up to expectations.

Samwell would not resent Dickon, but just regarded him as a stranger who was related to him by blood.

It wasn't until the Battle of Starfall that Earl Randyll tried his best to help him that Samwell had a sense of belonging to the Tarly family.

Therefore, he accepted Dickon, a cheap brother.

After getting along with each other, Samwell gradually fell in love with this simple and honest boy who worshiped him wholeheartedly.

He also gradually regarded him as a real brother.

After a long silence, Samwell pulled out a smile, but it was uglier than crying.

"Didn't you say you wanted to charge with me?"

"Didn't you say you want me to make you a knight myself?"

"How can there be a lying knight..."

The tent became quiet, and there was no movement for a long time.

Samwell patted the coffin lid twice:

"Goodbye, brother. I'm going to avenge you."

He took two steps back.

"Not only for you, but also for myself, for Earl Jon Royce, for the three hundred and forty-one warriors who died in the temple, and for the hundreds of thousands of warriors who died in vain."

He turned around:

"revenge."

Samwell, who was striding away, didn't see that there was a faint smoke circulating in the air, and finally slowly merged into Dickon's coffin.

After leaving the tent, Samwell packed up his mood and went straight to the sky and the city.

At this time, the battlefield had been cleaned up, and the corpses were all burned together, but the bloodstains could not be completely removed, leaving mottled marks on the ground and on the city walls, reminding people of what happened here just now.

Entering the Fowler family's castle, Samwell finally felt some festive atmosphere.

The spacious aisle is sprinkled with freshly picked rose petals, well-dressed waiters gracefully guide the guests, and musicians are playing violins, clarinets and tambourines.

The venue for the banquet was finally chosen to be outdoors. Although the castle of the Fowler family is not too small, it still cannot accommodate the ostentation requested by His Majesty the King.

Samwell walked into the open-air venue, and saw that many guests had already come here.

However, the atmosphere at the meeting place was relatively depressing, and the laughter on the faces of the nobles was more or less perfunctory.

All the way forward, Samwell saw the king sitting on the stage.

Joffrey was wearing a black and red striped top and a golden crown today, and he was scanning the audience with an invincible gaze.

The Queen Mother Cersei sat on his right, wearing a black palace dress with gold silk trimmings, her golden hair was tied into a lady's bun, covered with a black silk hairnet decorated with feldspars, looking dignified and elegant, It's just that she kept wrinkling her nose, as if she didn't like the smell in the city at the moment.

The chair to the king's left is empty, with a cushion embroidered with golden roses on it, suggesting that this is the seat for the future queen.

But the future queen was not there.

Samwell paused slightly, looking around for Margaery Tyrell.

But never found it.

Instead, he saw Duke Mace Tyrell was sweating profusely, talking to the attendants beside him with a panicked expression.

Did she finally make a brave choice?

Samwell thought to himself, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.