Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Title: Viscount

Territory: Yingzui Island

Vassals: Lucas Dayne, Cheyman Huya, Todd Flowers

Strength: 8.69

Agility: 7.85

Spirit: 8.38

Charge into battle: 3/100

In the room, Samwell was wearing a brand new viscount dress while watching the changes in his attribute panel.

The title of viscount actually gave him five free attribute points, which surprised him quite a bit.

He decisively added these five points of freedom to his agility. In this way, he has no obvious shortcomings. Even without the blessing of the great sword [Dawn], his personal force is still the peak of Westeros.

This surge in attribute points made Samwell suddenly realize that perhaps raising his title is the fastest way to increase his strength.

His krypton gold is almost bankrupt, and his strength is only 8:00, but Agility only used the free attribute points of the two promotions to catch up. What's more, the attribute points of the promotion will not only not decay, but instead It is one level higher than one level.

If you become an earl in the future, how many free attribute points will you have? ten o'clock? or more?

What about the duke?

Even, what about the king?

Thinking of this, Samwell was full of ambition.

Boom boom boom.

There was a knock in the room, interrupting the man who was dreaming of a bright future.

Samwell opened the door, and saw a maid standing outside, bowing and saying:

"Lord Caesar, the engagement banquet is about to begin."

"good."

Samwell buttoned up his collar and followed the maid to the banquet hall.

As night fell, thousands of beeswax candles from Candlehole City illuminated the banquet hall in Highgarden as if it were day. Almost all the lords of the Reach attended the event. Samwell Caesar and Margaery Tyrell engagement banquet.

The guests gathered together in twos and threes, talking and laughing happily, and the atmosphere was harmonious and relaxed.

I can't see the tension at yesterday's hunting meeting at all.

When Samwell walked into the hall, the chatting and laughing suddenly stopped, and everyone cast their eyes on the newly promoted Viscount.

Most of them are kind and respectful, but there is also a lack of indifference and hostility.

But no matter what, this is no longer the treatment and attention that an ordinary viscount deserves.

Regardless of what the nobles of the river bend think or look at, the Viscount Yingzuiyu is now able to influence the fate and future of the river bend.

The engagement with "The Rose of Highgarden" is a clear sign of the Tyrell family's compromise and softening. In this way, even those nobles who are not convinced will not dare to sing against Viscount Caesar openly.

Facing the gazes, Samwell responded with a smile and nodded without any stage fright.

"Sam." Margaery stood at the other end of the hall, and immediately greeted her fiancé with a sweet smile.

She is wearing a luxurious beige palace dress today, which is dotted with hundreds of fine diamonds. The thick skirt woven by layers of chiffon looks full of luxury, and the bold suspender design on the upper body reveals exquisiteness Her clavicle and white and delicate side breasts are cute and alluring.

The two met in the middle of the hall, and Samwell smiled and raised his right hand for Margaery to hold.

I don't know who started it, but warm cheers and applause erupted from the crowd.

When the two walked up to the high platform together, the archbishop wearing a crystal crown smiled and gave his blessing, and then showed Samwell the marriage contract.

The document Samwell had already read it in advance, and it mainly said that the two got married three years later.

Samwell suddenly thought of a question, if he still fails to sit on the Iron Throne after three years, will the Tyrell family tear up the engagement, or continue for another three years?

Well, so it's better to get pregnant as soon as possible.

In addition, the Tyrell family has another request——

If the two have multiple children after marriage, one of them must be changed to Tyrell and handed over to the High Court for upbringing.

This is obviously the Rose family coveting his "true dragon blood".

But for Samwell, it is not a bad thing. His heir becoming Lord of Highgarden will only strengthen his control over the Reach.

So, he picked up the quill and signed the paperwork.

Subsequently, the archbishop handed over the marriage contract to the Duke of Metz.

The inflatable fish had a weeping face and a sluggish expression. He never dared to look at Samwell, nor did he dare to meet the eyes of the nobles of the river bend.

He picked up a quill and hurriedly signed the marriage contract, then stood silently aside, with his head bowed, without saying any words of blessing to his daughter.

Margaery wanted to hug her father, but he avoided her.

Seeing the embarrassment of the situation, the archbishop hastily announced loudly:

"In the name of the Seven Gods, I declare that Sir Samwell of the Caesar family and Miss Margery of the Tyrell family have entered into a marriage contract!"

The crowd cheered again, and the maids on both sides of the high platform sprinkled rose petals to the sky, falling on Samwell and Margaery.

The viewing ceremony was over, but the inflatable fish stood there like a wooden sculpture. In the end, Lady Olenna, Queen of Thorns, announced the beginning of the banquet.

The nobles took their seats one after another, the maids brought food and wine, the musicians plucked the harp and played the flute, and the inflatable fish just ran away.

It should be to express their protest against this marriage.

But unfortunately, no one cared about his attitude anymore.

Originally the Duke of Highgarden was a joke in the Reach, and now he is even more of a joke.

In fact, if the inflatable fish is smarter and accepts this son-in-law calmly, Samwell will reconcile with him in order to win people's hearts, at least on the surface.

But it's a pity that this guy just can't turn the corner, so that everyone hates him now.

Garlan Tyrell was about to get up and run after his father, but was stopped by Lady Olenna.

"Let him go." The old lady said coldly, "How grown up, you still have a childish temper. Can't afford to lose?"

Garland had no choice but to sit down.

The guests stepped forward one after another to express their blessings to the two people who signed the marriage contract.

Samwell and Margaery also returned their thanks one by one.

At this moment, the butler hurried to the stage and said to Mrs. Olenna:

"Ma'am, Master Loras is back!"

"Loras is back?" Margaery exclaimed in surprise, "Where is he?"

When the news of Lord Renly's death in Sunspear was reported back to Highgarden, the Tyrell family was very worried about the situation of Loras as an attendant, and sent envoys to negotiate with the Martell family, asking them to release Loras. Russ.

"He has gone to change. He will be at the feast shortly. Ser Edmure Tully and Ser Daemon Sand will be with him."

"Edmure Tully?" Lady Olenna frowned, as if she couldn't believe that the Dornish people had released this man.

"Yes."

Samwell was also a little surprised, but then he realized that this was probably Prince Doran expressing his position in secret.

Although the Martell family has formed an alliance with the Lannister family on the surface, I am afraid that they are still facing the fish wolf and deer eagle in their hearts. This time, sending the fish son to Highgarden should also test the position of the Tyrell family.

It didn't take long for the three people who rushed back from Dorn to appear at the banquet.

In fact, the three were even more surprised.

They didn't expect that the Tyrell family actually married Margaery to a little baron, oh, I heard that he is now a viscount.

But even so, a Viscount is not qualified to enter into a marriage contract with "Highgarden Rose".

However, from this marriage contract, they also understood the position of the Tyrell family. After all, it was between the king and the viscount, and the viscount was chosen.

If the Lannister family heard the news, they would probably die of anger.

"Sir Edmure, how is your army doing now?" Samwell asked, as if he was the master of Highgarden.

And the rest of the people didn't have any surprises about it, as if it was a matter of course.

"The army...fortunately..." Edmure was a little embarrassed.

It was Sir Daemon Sand who spoke about the situation of the armies of the riverlands, valleys, and stormlands.

"So many captives? Prince Doran is really powerful, the cruel Dornishmen are as gentle as a flock of sheep under his hands." Samwell said with a chuckle, not sure whether it was ridicule or praise.

"We Dornish people are not beasts that only know how to kill." Sir Damon justified, and then said, "Besides, since Dorne suffered heavy losses in this war, he could no longer afford to support these captives, so His Highness Doran deliberately Send Ser Loras back, and hope to get the food from the Reach."

"How much do you want?"

Sir Damon reported a list: "1.3 million pounds of barley flour, 700,000 pounds of oats, 500,000 pounds of beans, 50,000 pounds of dried meat..."

Samwell frowned suddenly.

As the "Westeros bread basket", there is indeed no shortage of food in the Reach.

But even so, you can’t send it casually.

"Doran is so whimsical!" Madam Olenna made a relief.

Samwell heaved a sigh of relief. Although he didn't want to be blackmailed by Dawn, this kind of objection was more appropriate for the Tyrell family. After all, it was his fiancée's brother's ransom, and he always had some scruples about it.

"Ms. Olenna, do you think your grandson is not worth so much?"

"Don't fool me with such nonsense." Madam Olenna said coldly, "I'll give you one-fifth of the food on your list just now, don't think it's too little, this is probably the most generous in the history of Westeros Now that the ransom is paid, Dao Lang should have some fun."

Damon frowned.

Edmure Tully hesitated and said, "Lady Olenna, we really need food, can you..."

"The Tully family can buy it with money." Madam Olenna said, "You pay according to the market price, and I will send someone to transport the grain to Dorne immediately."

"Okay!" Edmure gritted his teeth. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately realized why Prince Doran sent himself to High Court. It turned out that he was here to pay...

Seeing that the two sides had reached an agreement, Samwell said, "I'm afraid this amount of food will be enough for the captives to eat for a year. You don't plan to detain them for that long, do you?"

Sir Damon smiled slightly and said:

"Lord Caesar, His Highness Doran wants to talk to you about this matter."

"Talk to me? All right, then invite Prince Doran to High Court, and we will definitely welcome him in a warm way."

Sir Daemon shook his head slowly: "His Highness Doran will definitely not come to Highgarden. Of course, he also knows that you will not go to Sunspear. How about we meet in Starfall City?"

"Starfall City..." Samwell finally became serious, "Prince Doran is willing to come to Starfall City to meet me?"

"Yes."

Starfall City is the territory of the Dane family, basically equal to Samwell's territory.

Prince Doran's gesture was indeed sincere and bold.

"Okay." Samwell nodded slowly, "I will be waiting for Your Highness Doran in Starfall City in two weeks' time."