Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The Misty Forest City in the Stormlands is the fiefdom of the Metelin family.

The current head of the family, Countess Marie Metellin, is over sixty years old, but she is still in good health.

But after all, she was getting old, and not long after dinner, Mrs. Mary fell asleep.

"Chat with me for a while longer." Mrs. Mary said to her grandson Luo Jia with sleepy eyes.

"But aren't you sleepy?"

"I'm a little sleepy. But if you go to bed too early, you will wake up too early." Madam Marie took a sip of tea, "I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night again, and I can't fall asleep anyway."

"Okay, grandma." Roja had no choice but to continue talking with Mrs. Mary.

But at this moment, there was a whistling wind outside the window.

"It's windy?" Roja got up and closed the window.

"It should be raining." Mrs. Marie said, she was rambling, trying to drive away the drowsiness that followed her everywhere, "The weather in the rainforest is like this, it rains every now and then, I remember you were born ten years ago At that time, the most terrible rainstorm in history hit Wulin City, the whole castle was shaking, your mother was terrified, thanks to me..."

A hasty knock on the door interrupted the old lady's chatter.

Luo Jia opened the door, and saw the manager Thomson standing outside with a panicked expression.

"What's the matter, Thomson? What has frightened you so much?" asked Mrs. Mary.

"Dragon!" Thomson calmed down, "Ma'am, a dragon has landed in the castle!"

"Dragon?" Roja called, with more curiosity than fear in his tone, "Is it Caesar's dragon?"

"Yes. Lord Caesar is here too. He is at the top of the Owl Tower now. He wants to see you."

Now Mrs. Mary's drowsiness completely dissipated, she stood up and said calmly:

"Then let us meet the new owner of Storm's End."

A group of people continued to go up the spiral staircase, and when they reached the top of the tower, they saw a dozen or so armed guards gathered here.

"Don't be so nervous." Madam Marie waved her hand, "The dragon brings guests, not enemies."

"That's right, Mrs. Mary, I'm here as a guest." A clear voice came from the top of the tower.

Mrs. Mary was about to go up to meet her, but when she saw Roja following, she handed him over to Thomson and said:

"You stay behind."

Luo Jia shouted reluctantly: "Grandma, I want to see dragons too!"

"I'll show you later. I promise."

"Okay." Luo Jia backed away sullenly.

"You don't have to follow either." Madam Marie stopped the guards and stepped forward alone.

Under the cold moonlight, the huge body of the white dragon almost covered the entire top of the tower, and the scales reflected the faint and colorful light, exuding a deadly beauty.

Standing in front of Bailong was a tall figure, wearing bronze armor, with a giant sword behind his back, standing tall like a javelin.

"Lord Caesar, welcome to Wulin City."

Samwell showed a smile and leaned slightly:

"Mrs. Mary, please forgive me for disturbing you late at night."

"It's okay. I'm old and I won't be able to sleep for long anyway." Madam Marie looked back and forth between the white dragon and the young earl, "I don't know what's the matter with your visit?"

"I came here to ask you." Samwell tried to keep his tone as calm as possible, "Who is the Mai Tailin family loyal to now?"

"That's a good question." Madam Marie showed a toothless smile, "My husband swore to die for Robert Baratheon when he was alive, and when the War of the Reavers broke out, the Metelin family rebelled against the Iron Throne without hesitation.

Later, when Robert became king, he entrusted Storm's End to his younger brother Renly Baratheon. Of course, the Mai Tailing family was loyal to Renly.

Later, Renly died in Dorne, and the Iron Throne actually granted Storm's End to an illegitimate son.

Hehe, no matter what others think, but the Meitailin family will not bow their knees to an illegitimate child.

Not to mention that the current king on the Iron Throne has doubts about his own legitimacy. "

Samwell said with a smile: "So the Metelin family has no allegiance now?"

"No." Madam Mary said decisively, "Stannis Baratheon wrote to the Mistwood City asking for our allegiance, but we ignored him.

Not only us, few of the nobles of the Stormlands are willing to talk to Stannis, he is a nasty guy. I heard that the guy attacked King's Landing but suffered a disastrous defeat, and now fled back to Dragonstone Island in despair? "

"Yes."

"Alas—" Madam Marie sighed, "No one in the Baratheon family is eligible for the allegiance of the nobles of the Stormlands."

"I do think there is someone who is qualified."

"who?"

"Me." Samwell said in a tone of doing my part.

"You are not Baratheon."

"I'm not. But the Lord of the Stormlands wasn't Baratheon originally. Three hundred years ago, this continent was divided into seven countries, and they were in constant dispute with each other until Aegon the Conqueror rode a giant dragon in Black Shuihekou landed, ending all of this." Samwell stretched out his hand to caress the white dragon's head, and continued,

"Now that the Seven Kingdoms are falling into disputes again, there needs to be someone to end all of this."

Mrs. Mary looked at the high-spirited man and his dragon with piercing eyes, and said after a long while:

"Lord Caesar, as long as you can do two things, the Metelin family will offer you their loyalty."

"Please tell me."

"Renly Baratheon is our lord, and he died tragically in Sunspear. The Metailin family must avenge him. My son Michael also wanted to avenge Renly, and now he is a Dornishman. captive.

Therefore, as long as you can redeem my son and avenge Renly, the Metailin family will be loyal to the Caesar family. "

"Yes." Samwell's tone was full of confidence, "Five days later, the Reach, the Stormlands, and Dorne will hold talks on Blood Reef Island in the Sea of ​​Dorne. I hope you can come to participate. I believe you will get what you want. something you want."

"Talks in three territories? Blood Reef Island? Is it safe there?" Mrs. Marie asked, "It's not that I don't believe you, but I'm worried about the Dornish people. They like to break their oaths and engage in assassinations."

"Don't worry. Although Blood Reef Island is Dorne's territory, it is an uninhabited island. It is surrounded by hidden reefs, and large ships cannot approach it. I have already agreed with Prince Doran that the lords attending the meeting can only bring one guard to the island. In this way, the Dornishmen will not be able to play tricks."

"Okay." Madam Mary felt relieved, "I will go to Blood Cay."

"Then we'll see you then." Samwell was about to leave, but was stopped by Madam Mary.

"Lord Caesar, can you take my grandson Roga to ride your dragon?"

Before Samwell had time to reply, he saw a boy about ten years old jumping out from behind the door, looking at him with admiring and expectant eyes.

"Go and change into thicker leather pants, and I'll take you flying a few times."

"Okay!" Roja let out a scream of excitement, and then rushed back.

After a while, the little guy changed his pants and ran up.

Samwell led Roja to ride on the white dragon, circled three times over Wulin City, and then landed again.

Luo Jia's little face was flushed red, and he was still immersed in the excitement just now and couldn't extricate himself.

He watched Samwell disappear into the night sky riding a white dragon, and finally couldn't help asking:

"Grandma, can I be Lord Caesar's attendant?"

Mrs. Mary touched her grandson's head and said with a smile:

"I'll ask for you."

"Great! Thanks grandma!"

...

Leaving Misty Forest City, Samwell rode the white dragon all the way south, and soon arrived at the Weeping Tower on the north shore of the Dorne Sea.

This is the territory of the Whitehead family, and it is also the last stormland territory he needs to visit.

Samwell landed directly on the open-air balcony high up in the castle.

This movement quickly attracted the guards on duty at night. When they saw the white dragon on the top of the tower, they all opened their mouths.

Samwell spread his hands, indicating that he was not malicious, and said:

"I am Samwell Caesar, and I am here to meet Earl Adam."

"Oh, okay, okay...please wait a moment...Master Caesar."

Soon, the guards found Earl Adam.

"Lord Caesar, what do you want from me?" Earl Adam tried his best to hide the fear in his heart, but the sulfur-smelling breath of the white dragon still made him shiver slightly.

Earl Adam had heard of Caesar's dragon long ago, but it was one thing to hear about it, and quite another to actually witness it with his own eyes.

Especially when this giant dragon descended on his castle in the middle of the night.

Looking at the even bigger white dragon than in the rumors, Earl Adam suddenly remembered those ancient rumors about the "conqueror" dragon.

Suddenly fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and it was unknown whether it was because of the hot air or other reasons.

Samwell saw the weakness of this person's heart, and said directly:

"I want the Whiteheads to be loyal to me."

Earl Adam wasn't surprised by this. After all, from the day Storm's End was captured by Caesar, the Stormland nobles were aware of this man's ambitions, and they also expected this day to come.

I just didn't expect it to be this way...

"As long as you can get the Dornishmen to release the Whiteheads' army, I will be loyal to you."

"Okay." Samwell smiled, "Five days later, Blood Reef Island in the Dorne Sea, the three-state talks of the Bend, Dorne, and Stormland, I hope you can participate."

"During the meeting, you can ask Don to let him go?"

"Yes." Samwell said firmly, "Also, I would like to ask you to be a witness."

"witness?"

"Yes, you will understand in due time."

Samwell smiled mysteriously, then turned around and rode on the white dragon, soaring into the sky.

Leaving the Weeping Tower, Samwell turned north.

He has visited all the Lords of the Stormlands, and now he will return to Storm's End.

Along the way, he discovered that the aristocrats of the Stormlands were actually not against the matter of being loyal to him.

Not surprising when you think about it.

After all, he had already proven his strength in the previous war against the Stormlands, and even occupied Storm's End.

In comparison, the Baratheon family declined too badly.

Although the king sitting on the Iron Throne is still surnamed Baratheon, anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is a little lion.

And not the Bucks.

During this visit, Samwell could feel the anger of the nobles of the Stormlands towards the Lannister family, as well as the disgust of that evil seed on the Iron Throne.

As the vanguard against Lannister's tyranny, Samwell is naturally easy to get the favor of the stormland nobles.

From this, Samwell also became more convinced that he must not bow the knee to Myrcella Baratheon.

Moreover, the deterrent power of the white dragon exceeded Samwell's imagination.

Although many Stormland nobles had heard of Caesar's dragon, they had never seen it with their own eyes. Now when Samwell landed in their castle on a white dragon, it was a great shock to them.

This is why Samwell insisted on visiting all Stormlands territories instead of issuing a Raven Notice.

He wanted them to witness Caesar's power with their own eyes.

Of course, many Stormland nobles are still a little hesitant, and they should feel that Samwell lacks the name of ruling the Stormland.

But soon, Samwell will give them a name.

The oncoming wind became more and more bitter, and before he knew it, Samwell had passed through the rainforest, and Storm's End standing on the coast could be seen faintly in the darkness.

The eastern sky has already turned pale, and dawn is approaching.

"Let's go." Samwell patted Bailong's neck, "Let's go home."

Cleopatra let out a neigh, and then swooped down.