Chapter 212 Glass Candle
"Mrs. Olenna promised not to help each other?"
Uncontrollable surprise appeared on Samwell's face.
Margaret smiled and said: "Yes, my grandmother promised. So the next thing is to see if you can convince enough nobles in the river bay to make my father change his mind."
"Don't worry! As long as Mrs. Olenna doesn't intervene, we are almost 100% sure!"
Samwell said excitedly.
Without the intervention of the "Queen of Thorns", if they can't handle the "inflatable fish", then they should stop playing, go ho and wash their necks and wait for the old lion to co to the door.
"You really did a great job this ti!" Samwell held Margaery tightly in his arms, his tone beca ambiguous, "I want to reward you well!"
As he spoke, he was about to carry the girl into his room.
But Margaery broke free with a smile, and said:
"This is High Court, let's not be so blatant, it will leave a bad impression on my family."
"Okay." Samwell also felt that Margaery should be respected, so he didn't insist.
"Then I'll go back first, you rest early." Margaery gave the man a gentle kiss, and then drifted away.
Watching the graceful figure of the girl disappear at the end of the corridor, Samwell felt a little lost.
Going back to the room alone, but still not feeling sleepy.
Cleopatra had already curled up into a ball, covered her eyes with her slender tail, and fell asleep.
He lay dry on the bed for a while, tossed and turned and didn't fall asleep for a long ti, so he got up and went for a walk.
At this ti, the night was dark, and the cold moonlight sprinkled over the courtyard like flowing water, covering the stone sculptures, fountains and roses in the courtyard with a layer of elegant tulle.
Samwell walked aimlessly, along the uninhabited path, and unknowingly ca to the godswood.
There are mostly oak and cypress trees in the forest, and the luxuriant branches are like giant umbrellas.
The further Samwell walked into the forest, the more he could feel the tranquility and tranquility.
"Who?" A voice suddenly sounded.
"Samwell Caesar."
Samwell walked a few steps forward, and saw a thin man sitting in a wheelchair under a huge weirwood.
He has a beard, and his face is sowhat similar to Margaery, with gentle eyes and a faint smile on his face.
"Good evening, Sir Vilas." Samwell recognized the eldest son of the Duke of tz.
"Good evening, Baron Caesar." Vilas said, "Can't you sleep too?"
"Yes. So co out for a walk, and enjoy the beautiful Highgarden." Samwell's eyes stayed on the weirwood in front of him, and asked curiously, "I didn't expect that there is a heart tree in the godswood forest in Highgarden."
Vilas explained: "They are called 'Three Singers'. Legend has it that 'Green Hand' Gars planted them himself, so even though we have converted to the Seven Gods, they have been preserved until now."
Samwell noticed that these were three weirwood trees. Because the branches were intertwined, it looked like a giant heart tree.
Huge human faces were carved on the trunks of the three trees, and the red juice flowed down like weeping blood.
Seeing them, Samwell suddenly rembered the illusions he saw when he put on the [Ti] armor, especially those heart trees outside the Great Wall of Desperation, and the beautiful woman who was like an ice and snow sculpture.
"Margaery really likes you." Veras' voice brought Samwell back from his thoughts.
"I like her very much too." Samwell said frankly.
"I never thought that she would elope with soone one day. And with a baron." Vilas smiled gently, and looked at Samwell without any hostility. "You know, Margaery has been Dreaming of being a queen."
"This dream may not be impossible."
Villas laughed loudly: "Did the dragon give you such confidence?"
"Before the birth of the dragon, I made such a promise to Margaery."
Vilas smiled even more happily: "I know why the little girl likes you so much, Caesar. However, I advise you to keep a low profile. In Westeros, people who respect and support dragons and those who fear and hate dragons of people, I really can’t tell which one is more.”
"Thank you for your reminder." Samwell put on a modest gesture on the surface, but he didn't take Vilas' advice to heart.
There is a giant dragon, how can he keep a low profile?
He claims all over the world that he has no ambitions, who would believe it?
Would the strategists just watch his dragon grow up and beco another "conqueror" one day?
"To be honest, Sam, I support my little sister marrying you." Vilas said again suddenly.
"Thank you for your approval." Samwell said sincerely, "It would be great if you were the Lord of Highgarden."
Villas smiled and shook his head, saying:
"I know you have resentnt against my father. Sotis he really can't turn his head around, and he pays too much attention to the imdiate interests and can't see the long-term. But Sam, the move of the four of you to co to Highgarden together is really a little bit Too much. It will only intensify the conflict."
Samwell didn't speak.
This is the difference in position, and he doesn't want to argue with his future uncle.
Vilas was not angry either, and his tone was still gentle:
"After all, you are the lord of the river bend and your father's vassal. When he cos back, you have a better attitude, admit your mistake, and Margaret's persuasion may not be able to make father change his mind."
"Thank you for your suggestion." Samwell said lightly.
His coat of arms is a double-headed eagle, and his pet is a white dragon. How can he beg for rcy from an inflatable fish like a dog?
I don’t know if he saw Samwell’s perfunctory, and Vilas didn’t say much, so he left.
The woods beca quiet again, only the rustling sound of the leaves being blown by the breeze.
Samwell stared at the three heart trees in front of him for a long ti, his thoughts drifting.
…
After waiting in High Court for three days, the Duke of tz finally returned with his army.
Those who ca back with him, besides the nobles of the River Bend, were actually "Kingslayer" Jai Lannister.
Samwell imdiately understood that the attitude of this inflatable fish was still inclined towards the Lannister family.
Is the old lion so attractive to this guy?
However, he wasn't worried, after all, he wasn't fighting alone this ti.
One week later will be the annual hunting party. When the nobles of the river bend gather in the High Court, it will be the ti for a formal showdown.
In the past few days, Landau Tarly, Matus Rowan, and Allerken Florent have not been idle, and have been contacting the nobles of the Riverbend who have arrived in Highgarden, testing their attitudes.
Gaoting looked calm on the surface, but in fact it was already undercurrent.
After all, Samwell is still too young and has no contacts, so he just drinks tea with Margaery and takes a walk, teasing the white dragon.
It seems to be doing nothing, but it is actually showing off its two biggest advantages-Margaery's love and dragon.
As long as the river bend nobles see these two points from ti to ti, they can be subtly influenced.
The Duke of Mace seems to have made up his mind to ignore Samwell, never summoned him alone, and pretended not to have this person at the banquet.
Samwell didn't bother to take care of the inflatable fish, so he didn't even take the initiative to et him.
The day before the hunting eting began, Lord Leighton Hightower, Lord of Old Town, arrived at Highgarden, and Samwell ca to visit him in person.
"Sam, long ti no see!" Earl Layton greeted him warmly as soon as he saw him, and his tone was also kind.
"Lord Layton, long ti no see." Samwell felt that the attitude of the towering old man was very good, and his confidence imdiately doubled.
Because Earl Layton specifically said that he wanted to et the dragon, Samwell brought Cleopatra with him during this visit.
The white dragon squatted quietly on his shoulder, with its slender tail wrapped around his left arm.
But after entering the room, Cleopatra suddenly beca agitated and hissed at a candle.
Samwell then noticed a tall black candle placed on the wooden table in the center of the room.
It was the only light source in the room, and it was uncomfortably bright and disturbing.
The color of the fla is strange, white as new snow, yellow like molten gold, red like flas, but the shadow it leaves is so black, like a black hole that can absorb all light.
"This is?" Samwell had already guessed what it was, and just wanted to confirm it.
"Glass candle." Earl Layton said, "So people call it obsidian, or, dragon crystal, frozen fire."
Sure enough, it was it.
Samwell knows that the most important role of dragonglass in the world of Ga of Thrones is that it can be used to deal with the ghosts.
In the original book, he himself killed the other ghosts with a dragon crystal dagger, thus getting the title of "White Ghost Killer".
Samwell walked closer and carefully looked at this magical glass candle.
It is three feet tall, as thin as a sword, with a spiral edge as sharp as a knife, emitting an inexplicable light.
"What burns it?" asked Samwell.
"What fuels the dragon fla?" Earl Layton asked back.
"Magic?"
"Yes." Earl Layton sat on the chair, motioning for Samwell to take a seat, "Valyrian magic is based on blood and fire. Legend has it that using this kind of glass candle, the wizards of the ancient dragon empire's sight even They can travel across mountains, oceans and deserts, they can enter other people's dreams to show illusions, or exchange information across half the world."
"Do you know this kind of magic?" Samwell beca more and more curious.
Earl Layton shook his head: "This kind of magic has been lost. Before the tide of magic subsided, it also took away too many ancient mysteries. Fortunately, now, with the arrival of a new wave of magic, they will also reappear in the world. Just like your dragon."
Cleopatra was still staring at the glass candle, with a look of intimacy in her eyes.
Is this an affinity for cognate magic?
Samwell suddenly had an idea—what would happen if the white dragon devoured the dragon crystal?
The glass candle in front of belongs to Earl Layton, of course it is not easy for Samwell to use it as food for White Dragon.
But dragon crystals are actually not uncommon. There are many dragon crystals on Dragonstone Island, but because the White Walkers have not appeared for thousands of years, dragon crystals have not been taken seriously and are regarded as ordinary stones.
However, Samwell felt that Dragonglass should not be able to accelerate the growth of the dragon, otherwise the Targaryen family should have discovered this secret long ago.
But seeing the performance of the white dragon, Samwell felt that he could still send soone to Dragonstone Island to dig so dragon crystals and co back to try.
Even if Bailong doesn't eat it, he can eat it himself to see if it can add attributes.
"Actually, it's not just you." Earl Layton looked at the white dragon on Samwell's shoulder with piercing eyes. "Soone also hatched a giant dragon on the continent of Essos across the narrow sea."
"Who?" Samwell pretended not to know.
Earl Layton slowly spit out a na:
"Daenerys Targaryen."
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