Chapter 2 canonization
"Sorry, Lord Tully, Sam, Dickon, for keeping you waiting."
Margaret raised the hem of her skirt and gave a slight salute. The bright smile on her face made the entire knight hall seem to be a little brighter.
Samwell only took a look, then lowered his head again.
The beauty in front of him is not sothing he can covet.
At least he can't right now.
The younger brother Dickon stared blankly at the delicate rose in front of him, completely unaware of how rude his behavior was.
Earl Randall coughed lightly to wake up his distraught second son, and then asked Margaery:
"I don't know when the Duke will co?"
Margaery looked ashad: "Father is unwell today, so I can't co, I'm really sorry."
Earl Randall frowned slightly: "In that case, let's reschedule."
Margaret shook her head, took out a scroll from behind her, and said with a smile:
"There is no need to reschedule. Father has already signed the developnt order and entrusted to hand it over."
"But what about canonization?"
"I will also be canonized instead of my father."
As soon as this remark was made, the knight hall fell silent instantly.
Dickon was stupid enough not to react, but Earl Randle and Samwell both understood that the Duke of Mace was deliberately making excuses.
Actually, this is not too surprising.
After so many years of developnt and managent in the Reach, there are not many unclaid lands left. If you really want to open up, you can only go to the barren land near the frontier, such as the Crimson Mountains.
But there are really poor mountains and rivers, and bandits and bandits are rampant. Let alone whether it is worth exploring, the difficulty of establishing a territory there is not sothing ordinary people dare to challenge.
The reputation of the cowardly eldest son of the Tarly family is no secret in the aristocratic circle of the River Bend. No one would think that Samwell is qualified and capable to open up new territories.
The Duke of tz is obviously unwilling to grant a pioneering order to such a person.
If Earl Randall, one of the most important vassals of the Tyrell family, hadn't co to beg this ti, the Duke of Mace would never have let go.
But granting the pioneering order also ans that Samwell will beco a vassal of the Duke of tz, so it stands to reason that the Duke of tz should personally confer Samwell Tarly as a pioneering knight.
However, the Duke was obviously very reluctant to accept Samwell as his knight.
That's why he deliberately pretended to be sick and didn't show up in person. Instead, he sent his own daughter to confer on Samwell and grant a pioneering order.
In fact, Earl Landau could also understand the embarrassnt of Duke Mace. If Duke Mace sent his eldest son, the heir of Highgarden, Veras Tyrell to do this instead of him, Earl Landau would also He pinches his nose and admits it.
But Margaery…
What qualifications does she have to be a knight?
Such humiliation, even Earl Landau hated his eldest son, found it difficult to accept.
He stared at Margaery coldly, not hiding his anger.
Margaret still had a soft and innocent smile on her delicate face, as if she didn't understand where Earl Randyll's anger ca from.
Just as the atmosphere gradually beca stagnant, Samwell, the person involved, suddenly broke the deadlock:
"In this case, there is Miss Margaret Lau."
Facing the humiliation, Samwell was of course angry, but he also understood that the anger of the weak is not worth ntioning.
Moreover, he did not forget the biggest purpose of his trip - to get the developnt order.
He didn't want to lose what was really important for the sake of ridiculous dignity.
The ups and downs he has experienced in his previous life have taught him to endure when necessary.
Margaret heard that, a look of surprise flashed in Samwell's eyes, and then she smiled and said:
"Okay, let's get started."
Earl Randall glared at his son with a look of hatred, as if to say, "You are willing to accept the canonization of a woman"?
But Samwell himself agreed, so he couldn't say anything more.
Margaery walked up the steps in the front row of the hall, while Samwell knelt down on one knee in front of the steps.
A beam of light shot down from the glazed skylight, just covering the two of them, adding a little sacred atmosphere to the upcoming ceremony.
Samwell pulled out the long sword at his waist and raised his hands above his head.
Margaret was about to go get it, but Earl Randall suddenly said:
"To enshrine the blood of the Tully family, you should use this 【Broken Heart】."
clang—
Earl Randall pulled out the two-handed giant sword from his waist and handed it to Margaery.
This giant sword [Broken Heart] made of Valyrian steel has been passed down by the Tully family for more than 500 years. It weighs more than 30 pounds. It is difficult for normal people to hold it, let alone swing it to fight .
As for the pampered and pampered noble lady...she may not be able to lift this giant sword.
Obviously, Earl Randall wanted to make a fool of the Rose of Highgarden and vent his dissatisfaction.
Facing Earl Landau's deliberate embarrassnt, Margaery did not back down, but smiled slightly, and stretched out her white and slender hands.
Ding-
The tip of the sword hit the marble floor, but fortunately, the hilt was firmly held in Margaery's hand.
She took a deep breath and used all her strength to raise the giant sword and place it on Samwell's shoulder.
"Huh—the giant sword inherited from the Tully family is really extraordinary. No wonder the Earl can use it to cross the battlefield and be invincible."
After these words, Earl Landau was embarrassed to say anything more, but just snorted softly, stepped back and stood still.
Margaret looked down at the half-kneeling knight in front of her, and was about to read the oath when she suddenly rembered sothing and asked:
"By the way, Sam, are you going to keep using the original family na, or change to a new one?"
After becoming the pioneer lord, Samwell can indeed change to a new family na to show his separation from the Tully family in Horn Hill.
Samwell heard the words, but did not answer imdiately.
He still lowered his head, and his body began to tremble slightly.
Seeing this, Margaery thought that the other party was uncomfortable being pressed by the giant sword, so she used a little force to help share so of the weight.
In fact, Samwell was not trembling from being pressed by the sword at all, but trembling from excitent.
Because, he actually saw the square characters after three months!
These words that do not belong to this different world appeared in the lower right corner of his field of vision after the canonization ceremony began, and he had to work hard to read them clearly:
Samwell Tarly
Title: Pioneering Knight
Territory: None
Vassals: None
Strength: 1.08
Agility: 0.52
Spirit: 1.12
What's this?
Is it the property panel?
Samwell was ecstatic in his heart.
This joy crashed down like a boulder, shattering the forbearance he had tried so hard to maintain since he crossed.
At this mont, the anger, fear, humiliation, and worry that have been suppressed for a long ti... rolled and surged in his chest, brewing into an inexplicable emotion, as if it was about to burst out.
If before, he just wanted to rely on his familiarity with the plot to navigate among the major forces with ease, or sit around with his thick thighs, then now, a wild hope suddenly rose in his heart——
Ambition for the twisted and ugly Iron Throne, full of sharp horns and forged from thousands of swords!
"I've figured out a new family na." Samwell raised his head again, followed the icy giant sword to look directly at Margaery's brown eyes like a deer, and said loudly,
"Caesar!
From now on, I am Samwell Caesar! "
Margaery was stunned.
At a certain mont just now, she seed to see jumping flas from the eyes of the man in front of her.
But soon, she regained her composure, confird that there was no precedent for this new family na, and smiled at Samwell, her tone becoming extrely solemn:
"I, Margaery Tyrell, daughter of Mace Tyrell, in the na of Governor of the Reach, Guardian of the South, and Duke of Highgarden, canonize Samwell Caesar as a pioneer knight.
All unclaid lands in the river bend can be developed by you, and all unclaid people can be sheltered by you. May the Father give you integrity, May the Mother give you rcy, may the warrior give you courage, may the Crone give you wisdom, and may the Stranger give you strength to overco all enemies! "
"I, Samwell Caesar, under the witness of the Seven Gods, swear by the heroic spirit of the holy ancestor 'Green Hand' Garth, to dedicate my loyalty to the great Duke of Mace! From now on, your will is mine Uphold the belief that your sword points is the direction of my progress!
I will protect this honor with my life! "
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