Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Yangwu City is the territory of the Cue family.

It is said that they are descendants of the Andals, who were given this land by the gardener family more than 4,000 years ago.

The coat of arms of House Cue is six yellow roses on a blue background, which looks somewhat similar to the coat of arms of House Tyrell, but in fact, they are vassals of House Hightower in Oldtown.

The current lord is Viscount Brandon Cue.

This is a tall, middle-aged man, well dressed, and his grayish black hair combed meticulously. He is sitting solemnly at the main seat in the living room.

"Sir Caesar, you are not what I imagined."

Samwell took a sip of the wine and said with a smile:

"Master Viscount, what do you imagine me to be like?"

Viscount Brandon also smiled, no longer put on that serious look, and said:

"I heard you're a fat man."

Samwell shrugged with a wry smile:

"Difficult pioneering is the best diet pill."

It has been more than half a year since time travel, and Samwell's weight loss has indeed been fruitful.

The original bloated figure has completely disappeared, and now he is well-proportioned, tall and strong, and his whole body exudes a heroic and high-spirited spirit. Under the slender sword eyebrows, there is a pair of deep eyes, as calm as the sea before the storm.

Viscount Blanton had seen countless people, but it was the first time he realized that he couldn't see through a young knight under the age of twenty.

In particular, this young knight was a well-known trash among the aristocratic circles of the River Bend. At the beginning, many people were guessing how long it would take for this man to escape from the Crimson Mountains in desperation and become a wandering knight.

However, Viscount Brandon looked at Samwell, who was close in front of him, and felt that Samwell was like a steel sword hidden in a sheath, deep and restrained, but with a hidden edge.

Viscount Blanton has only seen this kind of calm, cold, and confident temperament in a few veterans who are on the battlefield.

Among them was Lord Randyll Tarly.

Viscount Brandon had participated in the War of the Reavers, and he still could not forget the invincible and majestic appearance of Earl Randyll. Even the mighty Robert Baratheon was eclipsed in front of him.

And now, Viscount Brandon sees the shadow of his father in Samwell.

With such a son, Lando Tarly was willing to drive him out of the house?

Viscount Brandon took a sip from his wine glass, took the opportunity to withdraw his thoughts, and said:

"How is the development going? Those wildlings in the Crimson Mountains are hard to deal with, right?"

"Well, those savages are indeed a headache." Samwell put on a troubled look, "There are too many captives, and I am wondering how to arrange them."

"Ahem..." Viscount Blanton choked when he heard Samwell's Versailles-style remarks.

When he regained his breath, he asked:

"How many prisoners did you take?"

"More than ten thousand."

"How much?" Viscount Brandon thought he had heard wrong.

"There should be more than 12,000 people. I fought two battles with the savages last month. Thanks to the favor of the Seven Gods, I won a complete victory. Therefore, the fourteen tribes near Yingzui Island have surrendered to me. All the clansmen have also become my subjects."

Viscount Brandon frowned, thinking that the other party was bragging, and his evaluation of him suddenly dropped a lot, but he still asked one more question:

"How many soldiers did you bring with you this time?"

"The Tyrell family dispatched a hundred elite soldiers, and then I recruited more than a hundred recruits myself. Oh, by the way, there is also this Todd Flower Knight, who is also a great contributor to this development."

Todd, standing behind Samwell, leaned slightly and saluted Viscount Brandon.

Originally, when Viscount Brandon heard that Samwell had brought such a small number of people, and half of them were recruits, he felt even more convinced that the other party was bragging.

But when he met Todd Flowers, he was not sure again.

Because he had heard of Todd Flowers, and knew that he was the illegitimate son of Arbor Island and a knight loyal to the Tyrell family.

Such a person should not help Samwell lie.

But such a record still makes Viscount Brandon a little unbelievable.

He thought that he had already overestimated this pioneering knight, but he didn't expect that the other party was even more powerful than he imagined.

Could there be another Randyll Tarly in the Reach?

Samwell seemed to see the suspicion in Viscount Brandon's eyes, so he winked at Cheeman behind him.

Cheeman understood, immediately picked up the wooden box under his feet, and sent it to the long table in front of Viscount Brandon.

"This is?"

"Here is a little gift from me."

Viscount Brandon opened the wooden box, and then his eyes fixed on it.

Because there is a human head in the box!

Samwell explained: "This is the head of the chief of the Huya tribe."

Yangwu City is just south of the Crimson Mountains, and Viscount Brandon certainly knows the most powerful tribe in the nearby mountains.

Looking at the necklace of fangs placed next to the head, Viscount Brandon believed a little more in Samwell's previous remarks.

"It seems that this pioneering work has taught the savages in this mountain area a lesson! I like this gift very much." Viscount Brandon said with a smile. After all, the other party has cleaned up these savages, and his territory can also avoid being harassed. .

Seeing that the other party didn't understand what he really meant, Samwell smiled and added:

"Master Viscount, have you forgotten? The chief of the Huya tribe killed a Hightower many years ago."

"Oh?" Viscount Blanton was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to recall this old event, and the smile on his face suddenly became more eager, "I remembered! That's right, I led two hundred family soldiers to follow Earl Layton went to the Crimson Mountains, trying to catch this savage who was stained with Hightower's blood. Unfortunately, these guys are like mice, hiding in hiding, and there is no trace of them. Unexpectedly, they were killed by you! "

Samwell smiled slightly and said:

"Because I am rushing to Qingting Island, I would like to ask you to help send this head to Old Town and hand it over to the Hightower family."

Although Samwell himself will go to Old Town soon, he still chooses to let Viscount Brandon take care of it.

Because Viscount Blanton was a vassal of the Hightower family, the lord of Old Town, and he also participated in this matter back then. His handing over was equivalent to a gift, but he received two favors.

Both the Hightowers and the Cooeys have him to thank.

"Of course no problem!" Viscount Brandon looked at Samwell with a more kind gaze.

This is really a sensible young man!

Brave, capable of fighting, and so sensible, Viscount Blanton really doesn't understand why the nobles of the Riverbend think Samwell is a waste?

Are you all blind?

The more Viscount Brandon looked at Samwell, the more pleasing he was, and suddenly remembered that he had an unmarried daughter, and a thought came to his mind.

"Sir Caesar, you must be tired from the long journey, why don't you take a rest first. I have already had someone prepare a dinner, and we will have dinner together later."

Samwell looked at the smiling Viscount Brandon, secretly thinking that his gift was indeed delivered correctly, and the next "investment pull" should be sure, so he stood up happily and said with a smile:

"my pleasure!"