Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

As soon as the cavalry vanguard of the Northern Army of the Reach reached Bitterbridge, Samwell set off for Longtable.

All the way to the wind and lightning, and finally arrived before dark.

At this time, the Longtable Castle has gathered many river bend princes who came to support.

Including Tengshi Town, Green Valley City, Golden Tree City... Samwell also saw the army from Hornhill.

The barracks were set up outside the castle, and after Samwell settled the cavalry, he walked towards the castle.

"Lord Caesar, welcome to the Longtable." Mrs. Tanya greeted her at the door with a smile, "Huh? Miss Margery didn't come?"

The Countess was from Myr, on the other side of the Narrow Sea. She had a coquettish appearance, curly black hair, olive skin, a tall and well-proportioned figure, and a seductive smile.

Samwell also saluted with a smile:

"Margaery is not feeling well, she is lagging behind, and should be able to arrive tomorrow."

Mrs. Tanya's eyes shifted: "Do you want me to send someone to pick you up?"

"Do not bother."

"Okay." Mrs. Tanya didn't force her, "Please rest for a while, we have prepared a sumptuous dinner, and a servant will come to inform you when the time comes."

Although the timing of Highgarden's fall is not good, the Marilynweiss family still has to hold a banquet, otherwise it will appear that the host is not enthusiastic enough and too stingy.

"Can you take me to see Mrs. Olenna first?" Samwell obviously cared more about the Queen of Thorns.

Mrs. Tanya shook her head and said, "Mrs. Olenna just fell asleep, I suggest you not to disturb her. These days, because of the incident in High Court, she hasn't had a peaceful sleep for a long time."

"Okay." Samwell's smile remained unchanged, "Then will Mrs. Olenna attend the dinner later?"

"I will send someone to look. If the old lady wakes up, she will be called."

"Where is Lord Orton?" Samwell asked again, "I think I should pay a visit to the castle master."

"Lord Caesar, you are too polite." Mrs. Tanya covered her mouth and giggled, "He is busy arranging the dinner, and you can see him later."

A group of people entered the gate of the castle through the drawbridge, and Samwell suddenly stopped:

"Is there something missing?"

"You mean the bread and salt?" Mrs. Tanya said with a smile, "I also thought that the dinner was coming soon, so I didn't get someone to prepare it. It's my fault. You must be hungry all the way here. let……"

"Haha, then there's no need to bother." Samwell waved his hand instead and moved on.

"Okay." Mrs. Tanya led the way. She was wearing a tight-fitting long skirt, revealing her voluptuous body curves as she walked.

Through the front hall, through a long corridor, and along the spiral staircase to the second floor, Mrs. Tanya pointed to the room in front of her and said:

"Lord Caesar, this is your room. You rest first, and someone will come and take you when the banquet starts later."

Thanks again Samwell.

After closing the door, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

If he was still skeptical before, now he is convinced.

The Marilynweiss family joins the rebellion!

Mrs. Olenna is probably under house arrest.

And tonight's banquet is likely to be a trap aimed at the nobles of the Horse Party!

When entering the door, Mrs. Tanya actually deliberately forgot to ask for bread and salt to be prepared. Is this not going to fulfill the guest's rights?

But guest rights are mutual.

After eating the bread and salt provided by the host, the host must protect the guests from harm, but likewise, the guests must promise not to harm the host.

Since the Merryweather family is unwilling to abide by the guest rights, of course he will no longer be subject to this restriction.

Samwell walked to the window, his eyes suddenly rolled up and turned pure white.

Outside the window, a falcon flew across the sky and flew into the military camp outside the city.

Qiman Huya looked at the falcon rushing into the camp, and was not surprised at all. He seemed to have expected it. He stepped forward and took off the parchment tied to the falcon's leg, and slowly unfolded it. Afterwards, a bloodthirsty expression appeared on his face. smile.

"Call all the officers to my camp, Lord Caesar has a military order to issue."

"yes."

...

The Longtable Stables.

Cleopatra aggressively gnawed at the food on the ground, regardless of the fact that the war horses beside her were trembling with fright.

The stable boy also huddled in a corner and trembled.

He was ordered to take care of Lord Caesar's white dragon, and he thought it was an extremely honorable task.

But who knows, Bailong didn't eat the food he provided at all, and even roasted a war horse with dragon flames, and started chewing it.

This is the Earl's most beloved war horse.

The stable boy didn't know how to explain, did he want Viscount Caesar to lose money?

Just when he was trembling and at a loss, Bailong finished eating a war horse, and then set fire to the stable by breathing out fire.

The scorching dragon flame instantly engulfed the rest of the horses, neighing in despair.

"No! No!" The stable boy was dumbfounded.

And the white dragon that caused trouble had already vibrated its wings and flew into the sky.

The fire spread rapidly and quickly attracted the attention of the people in the castle.

The sound of shouting for firefighting kept ringing.

At the same time, Samwell had already stepped into the banquet hall.

The torches in a row of iron ledges on the wall of the hall gave off plumes of black smoke, making the air in the room even more stuffy.

At this time, the banquet had already begun, and the sound of the harp and flute was drowned in the noisy conversation, and the melody could not be heard clearly. Most of the guests were eating and drinking, and there were also two or three couples dancing cheerful dance music in the middle of the hall.

Mrs. Tanya greeted her personally. She was wearing a close-fitting red lace dress, showing off her plump figure:

"Master Caesar, you are late. I was thinking of looking for you in person just now."

"Sorry, I'm too tired, I accidentally overslept." Samwell responded casually, and at the same time quickly swept his eyes across the hall, and sure enough, he didn't see Mrs. Olenna.

"Then I will punish you with a few drinks." Mrs. Tanya said with a coquettish smile.

Samwell said, "I won't drink during the march. If Madam doesn't mind, I can dance with you to express my apology."

As he spoke, without waiting for Mrs. Tanya to respond, Samwell put his arms around her waist.

Mrs. Tanya giggled, but she didn't refuse.

The two danced in the center of the hall.

Samwell led Mrs. Tanya around the hall while observing the situation.

The Earl Orton Merryweather was sitting at the head seat on the high platform, looking at everyone in the hall with a smile. Sitting next to him was a boy of six or seven years old, who seemed to be the earl's son Russell Merryweather.

Most of the guests in the hall were drinking heavily. Today, the members of the Marilynweiss family were particularly enthusiastic, persuading them hard, and the faces of the knights who came with Samwell all turned red when they drank.

"Lord Caesar, why are you so hard?" Mrs. Tanya suddenly said.

Samwell smiled slightly: "Where am I hard?"

Mrs. Tanya didn't smile, she reached out and touched Samwell's chest, her face sank slightly: "You still wear armor inside?"

"What's wrong?"

"How can anyone wear armor to attend a banquet?"

"The war is not over yet, how can a knight remove his armor?"

Before Mrs. Tanya could speak again, she felt that the big hand of the man behind her suddenly touched her neck and held it tightly.

She had no doubt that if she was not careful, that hand could easily break her slender neck.

"Ca...Caesar...My lord..." The fear of death made Mrs. Tanya speechless.

"If you don't want to die, don't talk." Samwell whispered in the woman's ear, "Let's finish this dance."

Mrs. Tanya began to tremble uncontrollably.

At this time, no matter how dull she is, she should understand that the plan of the Merry Weiss family has been understood by the man in front of her.

what to do?

Lady Tanya was in a deep panic.

She really wanted to warn her husband, but she was afraid that she would die before she could speak.

As a woman from a foreign city-state, Tanya married to Westeros only to pursue wealth and power, but she did not sacrifice her consciousness for the glory of the Merryweather family.

"Caesar Caesar...don't kill me..." Mrs. Tanya begged in a low voice.

Seeing that the woman was so cowardly, Samwell loosened his grip on the back of her neck a little, and asked:

"Has Orton Merryweather been in touch with the Lannister family?"

"Yes... Ser Gerald Hisham is in the castle."

Xishan is the unified surname of the illegitimate children of the Westlands. Samwell has never heard of this name, but he also knows that this person should be the illegitimate son of the Lannister family.

"Besides you and Oakheart, what other families in the Reach have been won over by Lannister?"

"I don't know...Really, I didn't lie to you." Mrs. Tanya said pitifully, and at the same time rubbed the man with her body, trying to win the other party's mercy, "These are all contacted by Orton. , he didn't tell me everything."

"Where is Lady Olenna now?"

"On the top floor of the castle, Orton arranged for someone to watch her."

"What about this banquet? How did Orton arrange it?"

"More than fifty crossbowmen are arranged next door. Orton plans to get you drunk first, and then the crossbowmen will rush in through the side door and subdue you..."

"What about the army outside the city? No arrangements?"

"No. Orton said that as long as you are subdued by..., the Tyrell family will immediately change their position, and there is no need to go to war."

This is not wrong.

As long as Samwell dies or is captured and given to the Lannister family, the Horse Party will definitely fall apart, and the nobles of the Reach under the leadership of the Tyrell family will not hesitate to join the Lannister family.

"Lord Caesar..." Mrs. Tanya pressed her whole body against Samwell, "These are the ideas of the Orton and Lannister families. I never intended to kill you. Really, please believe me !"

"I believe you." Samwell showed a comforting smile, "Be obedient, and you will get a castle as a reward."

"Really?" Mrs. Tanya's gaze shifted, and she immediately pressed her tighter.

It's a pity that the man wears armor, and she feels that she can't exert her charm.

At this time, the song ended, and Samwell stopped dancing, and walked towards the high platform with Mrs. Tanya on his arm.

"Master Orton, thank you for your hospitality."

"Hahaha, Lord Caesar..." Earl Orton got up and responded with a smile, but just halfway through speaking, he heard a burst of noise from outside.

Then a servant hurried to Earl Orton and whispered a few words.

Earl Orton frowned suddenly:

"Master Caesar, your dragon..."

"What happened to my dragon?" Samwell led Mrs. Tanya forward, shortening the distance from the main table.

"Your dragon burned my stable!" Earl Orton snorted softly, "This is not the way to be a guest."

"This is really too much!" Samwell was filled with righteous indignation, "I'll let it come and apologize to you in person."

Apologize personally? Earl Orton was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to speak again, there was a sudden banging sound from the banquet door.

boom--

The oak door exploded with a bang, and amidst the flying sawdust, a giant milky white dragon rushed in, letting out a loud roar.

Rows of torches in the hall exploded suddenly, and the air instantly became extremely hot.