Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Lady Olenna promises not to help each other?"

An uncontrollable surprise appeared on Samwell's face.

Margaery smiled and said, "Yes, my grandmother promised. So the next thing is to see if you can convince enough nobles in the river bay to make my father change his mind."

"Don't worry! As long as Mrs. Olenna doesn't intervene, we are almost 100% sure!"

Samwell said excitedly.

Without the intervention of the "Queen of Thorns", if they can't handle the "inflatable fish", then they should stop playing at all, go home and wash their necks and wait for the old lion to come to the door.

"You really did a great job this time!" Samwell held Margaery tightly in his arms, his tone became ambiguous, "I want to reward you well!"

As he said that, he was about to carry the girl into his room.

But Margaery broke free with a smile, and said:

"This is High Court, let's not be so blatant, it will leave a bad impression on my family."

"Okay." Samwell also felt that Margaery should be respected, so he didn't insist.

"Then I'll go back first, you should rest early." Margaery gave the man a gentle kiss, and then floated away.

Watching the graceful figure of the girl disappear at the end of the corridor, Samwell felt a little lost.

Back to the room alone, but still no sleepiness.

Cleopatra had already curled up into a ball, covered her eyes with her slender tail, and fell asleep.

He lay dry on the bed for a while, tossed and turned and didn't fall asleep for a long time, so he got up and went for a walk.

At this time, the night was dark, and the cold moonlight sprinkled over the courtyard like flowing water, covering the stone sculptures, fountains and roses in the courtyard with a layer of elegant tulle.

Samwell walked aimlessly, along the uninhabited path, and unknowingly came to the godswood.

There are mostly oak and cypress trees in the forest, and the luxuriant branches are like giant umbrellas.

The deeper Samwell walked into the forest, the more he could feel the tranquility and tranquility.

"Who?" A voice suddenly sounded.

"Samwell Caesar."

Samwell walked forward a few steps, and saw a thin man sitting in a wheelchair under a huge weirwood.

He had whiskers, and his face was somewhat similar to Margaery's, with gentle eyes and a faint smile on his face.

"Good evening, Sir Vilas." Samwell recognized the eldest son of the Duke of Metz.

"Good evening, Baron Caesar." Vilas said, "Can't you sleep too?"

"Yes. So I went out for a walk and enjoyed the beautiful Highgarden." Samwell fixed his eyes on the weirwood in front of him, and asked curiously, "I didn't expect that there is a heart tree in the godswood forest in Highgarden."

Vilas explained: "They are called 'Three Singers'. Legend has it that 'Green Hand' Garth planted them himself, so even though we have converted to the Seven Gods, they have been preserved until now."

Only then did Samwell notice that they were three weirwood trees, and because the branches were intertwined, it looked like a giant heart tree.

Huge human faces were carved on the trunks of the three trees, and the red juice flowed down like weeping blood.

Seeing them, Samwell suddenly remembered the illusions he saw when he put on the [Time] armor, especially those heart trees outside the Great Wall of Desperation, and the beautiful woman who was like a snow and ice sculpture.

"Margaery really likes you." Vilas' voice brought Samwell back from his thoughts.

"I like her very much too." Samwell said frankly.

"I never thought that she would elope with someone one day. And with a baron." Vilas smiled gently, and looked at Samwell without any hostility. "You know, Margaery has been Dreaming of being a queen."

"This dream may not be impossible."

Vilas laughed loudly: "Did the dragon give you such confidence?"

"I made such a promise to Margaery before the dragon was born."

Vilas smiled even more happily: "I know why the little girl likes you so much, Caesar. However, I advise you to keep a low profile. In Westeros, people who respect and support dragons and those who fear and hate dragons of people, I really can’t tell which one is more.”

"Thank you for your reminder." Samwell put on a modest gesture on the surface, but he didn't take Vilas' advice to heart.

Now that he has a giant dragon, how can he keep a low profile?

He just declared that he has no ambitions all over the world, who would believe it?

Would the strategists just watch his dragon grow up and become another "conqueror" one day?

"To be honest, Sam, I support my little sister marrying you." Vilas said again suddenly.

"Thank you for your approval." Samwell said sincerely, "It would be great if you were the Lord of Highgarden."

Vilas smiled and shook his head, saying:

"I know you have resentment against my father. Sometimes he really can't turn his head around, and he pays too much attention to the immediate interests and can't see the long-term. But Sam, the move of the four of you to come to Highgarden together is really a little bit Too much. It will only intensify the conflict."

Samwell said nothing.

This is the difference in position, and he doesn't want to argue with his future uncle.

Vilas was not angry either, and his tone was still gentle:

"After all, you are the lord of the River Bend and your father's vassal. When he comes back, you should have a better attitude. If you admit your mistake, and Margaret's persuasion from the side, you may not be able to make your father change his mind."

"Thank you for your suggestion." Samwell said lightly.

His coat of arms is a double-headed eagle, and his pet is a white dragon. How can he beg for mercy from an inflatable fish like a dog?

I don't know if he saw Samwell's perfunctory, but Vilas didn't say much, so he left.

The woods became quiet again, only the rustling sound of the leaves being blown by the breeze.

Samwell and the three heart trees in front of him looked at each other for a long time, his thoughts wandering.

...

After waiting in Highgarden for three days, the Duke of Metz finally returned with his army.

In addition to the nobles of the River Bend, James Lannister, the "Kingslayer", came back with him.

Samwell immediately understood that the attitude of the inflatable fish was still in favor of the Lannister family.

Is the old lion so attractive to this guy?

However, he was not worried, after all, he was not fighting alone this time.

A week later will be the annual hunting party, when the nobles of the River Bend will gather in the High Court, it will be the time for a formal showdown.

In the past few days, Randyll Tarly, Matus Rowan, and Allerken Florent have not been idle, and have been contacting the nobles of the Riverbend who have arrived in Highgarden, testing their attitudes.

On the surface, Gaoting looked calm, but in fact it was already undercurrents.

After all, Samwell was still too young and had no contacts, so he just drank tea with Margaery and took a walk to tease the white dragon.

He seems to be doing nothing, but he is actually showing off his two greatest strengths - Margaret's love and dragon.

As long as the river bend nobles see these two points from time to time, they can be subtly influenced.

The Duke of Mace seems to have made up his mind to ignore Samwell, never summoned him alone, and pretended not to have this person at the banquet.

Samwell didn't bother to take care of the inflatable fish, so he didn't even take the initiative to meet him.

The day before the hunting meeting began, Lord Leighton Hightower, Lord of the Old Town, arrived at Highgarden, and Samwell came to visit him in person.

"Sam, long time no see!" Earl Layton greeted him warmly as soon as he saw him, and his tone was also kind.

"Lord Layton, long time no see." Samwell felt that the attitude of the towering old man was very good, and his confidence immediately doubled.

Since Earl Layton specifically said that he wanted to meet the dragon, Samwell brought Cleopatra with him during his visit this time.

The white dragon squatted quietly on his shoulder, with its slender tail wrapped around his left arm.

But upon entering the room, Cleopatra suddenly became agitated and hissed at a candle.

It was only then that Samwell noticed a tall black candle on the wooden table in the center of the room.

It was the only light source in the room, and it was uncomfortably bright and disturbing.

The color of the flame was strange, white as new snow, yellow like molten gold, red like flames, but the shadow it left was so black, like a black hole that sucked all the light.

"This is?" Samwell had already guessed what it was, and just wanted to confirm it.

"Glass candle." Earl Layton said, "Some people call it obsidian, or dragon crystal, frozen fire."

Sure enough it was it.

Samwell knew that the most important role of Dragonglass in the world of Game of Thrones is that it can be used to deal with the ghosts.

In the original book, he himself killed the White Walkers with a dragonglass dagger, thus earning the title of "White Walker Killer".

Samwell walked closer and carefully looked at this magical glass candle.

It was three feet tall, as thin as a sword, with a spiral edge as sharp as a knife, emitting an inexplicable light.

"What burns it?" asked Samwell.

"What fuels the dragon's flame?" Earl Layton asked back.

"magic?"

"Yes." Earl Layton sat on the chair, motioning for Samwell to take a seat, "Valyrian magic is based on blood and fire. Legend has it that using this kind of glass candle, the wizards of the ancient dragon empire's sight even They can travel across mountains, oceans and deserts, they can enter other people's dreams to show illusions, or exchange information across half the world."

"Do you know this kind of magic?" Samwell became more and more curious.

Earl Layton shook his head: "This kind of magic has been lost. Before the tide of magic subsided, it also took away too many ancient mysteries. Fortunately, now, with the arrival of a new wave of magic, they will also reappear in the world. Just like your dragon."

Cleopatra was still staring at the glass candle, her eyes showing closeness.

Is this a closeness to homologous magic?

Samwell suddenly had an idea - what would happen if the white dragon devoured the dragon crystal?

The glass candle in front of him belonged to Earl Layton, so of course Samwell couldn't use it as food for White Dragon.

But dragon crystals are actually not uncommon. There are many dragon crystals on Dragonstone Island, but because the White Walkers have not appeared for thousands of years, dragon crystals have not been taken seriously and are regarded as ordinary stones.

However, Samwell felt that the dragon crystal should not be able to accelerate the growth of the dragon, otherwise the Targaryen family should have discovered this secret long ago.

But seeing the performance of the white dragon, Samwell felt that he could still send someone to Dragonstone Island to dig some dragon crystals and come back to try.

Even if Bailong doesn't eat it, he can eat it himself to see if it can add attributes.

"Actually, it's not just you." Earl Layton looked at the white dragon on Samwell's shoulder with piercing eyes. "Someone also hatched a giant dragon on the continent of Essos across the narrow sea."

"Who?" Samwell pretended not to know.

Earl Layton slowly spit out a name:

"Daenerys Targaryen."