Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 215 Deer Hunting

  Samwell received a hint from his uncle's meaningful eyes, and immediately understood that the Peake family had also been drawn over!

   "Lord Titus."

   "Sam, come to Star Shuttle City when you have time, and teach my ineffective sons, so that they don't know their heights all day long." Earl Titus made no secret of his closeness.

"my pleasure."

  The hunting party is also an occasion for nobles to socialize.

  As Sir Alleken began to preside over cleaning the battlefield and distributing the prey, the nobles also took off their helmets one after another, started chatting and maintaining contacts.

  As an inconspicuous little baron, Samwell unknowingly gathered a large number of Riverbend nobles around him, including Peake, Rowan, Hightower, Cuy, Fossoway, Webber...

   Margaery held Samwell's arm, with a sweet smile on her face, watching the men around her chatting and laughing happily with the lords of the Reach with joy and reverence.

  It was hard for her to imagine that just two and a half years ago, this was a cowardly fat man who had just been kicked out of the house by his father, and was known throughout the River Bend as "the useless eldest son of the Tully family".

  Now, the name of Caesar has spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms and has become a legend.

  Margaery believes that his future will never stop there.

  Looking at the scene in front of her, Margaery felt that her father's prestige in the Reach was probably no more than that.

  The worries that arose in her heart were quickly suppressed by Margaery. She believed that her father would understand her choice in the future.

   She did it for the future of House Tyrell.

  Cleopatra did not know when she returned from hunting, and immediately attracted the attention and interest of the nobles.

   There were more people around Samwell.

  At noon, the attendants lit a bonfire and began to prepare lunch.

   Just hunted a group of wild boars, enough for everyone to share.

   But before the wild boar was roasted, the horn sounded again not far away.

   It is estimated that other teams discovered the large beast.

   But everyone here was preparing to have lunch, and only a few knights responded to the call and rushed in the direction where the horn sounded.

  Samwell sat without moving, cut some raw meat and fed it to Cleopatra.

  The white dragon breathed out dragon flames, roasted the meat, and then swallowed it in one gulp, hissing in satisfaction.

  Margaery looked at this scene, and suddenly asked curiously: "Sam, what does Dragon Burn taste like?"

   "Actually, there is not much difference, you can try it yourself." Samwell put a piece of white dragon's roasted meat on Margery's plate.

   "Thank you!" The girl's eyes turned into crescent moons.

   But when Cleopatra saw that the meat of her mouth was taken away by others, she immediately became unhappy, flapping her wings and neighing angrily.

  Samwell hurriedly cut another piece of meat to appease it.

  But when uncle Sir Aleken saw this situation, he also came over to ask for a taste of "Dragon Burn Roast Meat".

  Samwell had to give him a piece too.

   Seeing this, the rest of the nobles came to ask for it one after another, and the Dragon Flame Barbecue became very popular for a while.

  The poor Bailong was used as a fire tool by the unscrupulous master, and he grilled the meat exhaustedly, but he couldn't eat it in his own mouth, so he was so angry that he went on strike.

  The nobles laughed and dispersed.

  Samwell just said to appease the angry white dragon, when he saw a knight applaud his horse and said loudly:

   "A red deer is found in the northeast, a red deer is found in the northeast!"

  In Westeros, the deer is regarded as the noblest animal in the forest and the best prey for a hunting party.

   No nobleman wants to miss a deer hunt.

  So, the nobles who were reluctant to move just now put down the food in their hands, got up and mounted their horses, and started a new round of hunting.

   All of a sudden, there was a sound of horseshoes and smoke and dust.

  Samwell also followed.

   After riding northeast for about ten minutes, Samwell saw the large army and the red deer that had been cornered and cornered.

  It has dark red fur all over its body except for a ring of white hair around its neck. It is about five feet high and has a pair of magnificent horns on its head.

   "Take back the hound! Take back the hound!" Earl Matus Rowan yelled loudly, "Who's stupid dog dares to hurt this deer, let's see if I don't beat him to death!"

  The red deer is a symbol of nobility, and the red deer with a white ring on its chest is a symbol of royal authority.

   Of course you can't use lowly hounds to bite.

   Not only can't use hunting dogs, but also can't use weapons.

  The most respected way of hunting a male red deer is to capture it alive with bare hands.

   And generally the king, or the person with the highest status present, captures alive.

  At this time, the red deer was surrounded by knights, with the rushing river behind it. It seemed to be aware of its situation, and it raised its head and let out a long hiss.

   Yo Yo The sound of deer singing echoed in the forest, clear and sad.

   "Has the inflatable fish arrived yet?" Count Matus asked, and actually called out the insulting title of Duke of Metz in public.

  Samwell suspected that this guy did it on purpose, and he had such a loud voice.

   "Lord Mace has never captured a stag alive." Sir Alleken said quietly.

   "Then why are you waiting for him!" Earl Matus curled his lips in disdain, and turned to look at Samwell, "Sam, you go!"

  Samwell was stunned for a moment, and then all eyes turned around in unison.

   There were shocks, doubts, meaningful, and encouraging smiles... At this moment, a little baron became the focus of the audience.

   "Okay." Samwell smiled slightly, immediately got off his horse, handed the spear to the attendant, and walked towards the stag.

   There was a discussion behind him, but no one came out to stop him.

  To be honest, the biggest difficulty in hunting stags is to track them down and lure them into the siege. The rest is actually quite simple.

   After all, compared to ferocious beasts like wild boars and bears, stags are really not that aggressive.

  Samwell approached slowly, and the buck seemed to realize the danger of the man in front of him, so he took two steps back, but behind him was the rushing river, and there was no way to retreat.

  It began to paw the dirt on the ground with its front hooves anxiously, and let out a heavy panting sound, as if it was preparing to attack the humans in front of it.

  The huge horn on the top of the head looks rather hideous.

   But at this time, Cleopatra had already flown over the stag, and let out a roar that smelled of sulfur.

  Longwei spread like ripples, and the ripples completely wiped out the sliver of courage to resist in the Buck's heart.

  Finally did not dare to bump into it.

  Samwell stepped forward and held down the stag's head, and with another force, the stag let out a whine, its front legs softened, and it knelt down on the ground.

  The nobles behind gave a round of applause.

  Cleopatra also flapped her wings rapidly above Samwell's head, seeming very interested in this prey.

   And at this moment, there was a rush of horseshoes in the distance.

  Then I heard the loud voice of the Duke of Mace:

   "Where is the deer? I heard that you have surrounded a red deer? Where is it?"

  The crowd parted a passage, and saw the Duke of Mace riding a pure black horse, followed by Paxter Redwyne, Leighton Hightower and other nobles.

   When he saw that Samwell had surrendered the stag, the Duke of Mace was furious:

   "Caesar! You are a little baron, what qualifications do you have to hunt deer!"

  Samwell didn't answer, but let go of the stag's head, let it stand up again, then held the antlers, and led it slowly towards Duke of Mace.

   "Samwell Caesar! Answer me!" Duke of Mace roared again.

  The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and everyone watched this scene with bated breath.

  guessing how the daring baron would answer his lord.

  Samwell had an impeccable smile on his face, as if he didn't hear the Duke of Metz's question at all.

  He led the stag to the front slowly, and then said:

   "Master Mace, you are mistaken. What kind of stag is this? It is clearly a wild horse."

  The Duke of Metz was stunned for a moment, and then became even angrier, shouting:

   "Damn it! Do you think I'm blind! This is clearly a deer!"

   "This is a horse." Samwell still smiled, "If you don't believe me, ask other people."

   "I still need to ask..." Duke Mace was halfway cursing when he heard a cold voice behind him.

"is horse."

   Duke Mace turned his head in astonishment, and saw Earl Randall Tarly looking at him with piercing eyes.

  He suddenly lost his temper, raised his whip and pointed at Earl Randyll:

   "Okay! Randall! You father and son are coaxing me together, aren't you?"

   "Master Mace." Earl Matus Rowan said, "Rando and Caesar are right. This is indeed a wild horse. Why are you so arrogant?"

   "Bastard!" Duke Mace's chest rose and fell violently, "You..."

   "It's a horse, Lord Mace." Sir Aleken Florent of Brightwater City interrupted very rudely.

   "It's a deer!" Earl Paxter Redwyne of Arbor Island saw that the atmosphere was not right, and quickly said, "Don't try to deceive Lord Mace with lies."

   "That's right! It's a deer! It's a deer!" shouted the Duke of Mace, who finally got his support.

   "It's a horse, Lord Mace, you are mistaken." Count Titus Peake of Star Shuttle City said with a smile, the sarcasm in his eyes was no longer concealed.

   "It's a deer!" said Mrs. Egwen Oakheart, Earl of Ancient Oak City, her angry eyes fixed on Samwell, the murderer of her son.

   "It's a horse!" said Viscount Leonard Webb of Coldmoat Castle.

   "It's a deer!" said Earl Gonza Green of Grayshield Island.

   But his voice was quickly drowned in a burst of rebuttals:

"is horse!"

"is horse!"

"is horse!"

  …

   Duke of Mace's face turned pale.

  He finally realized that things were going in a dire direction.

  The voices of "it's a horse" sounded like slaps on his fat face.

   Beat the inflatable fish dizzy and see stars.

  He suddenly turned his head and looked at Earl Leighton Hightower, who had been silent all this time, with a prayer in his tone:

   "Layton, this is a deer, isn't it?"

  The lord of Old Town glanced at the Duke of Mace, who was covered in cold sweat and looked panic-stricken, and then at Samwell, who stood tall and proud, and sighed inwardly—

   Inflatable fish, you shouldn't be asking me.

  Finally, Earl Layton's gaze stayed on the white dragon hovering above Samwell's head, smiled slightly, and said:

   "Master Mace, why don't you take a closer look?"

  Hearing this, Duke Metz opened his mouth wide as if struck by lightning, and remained silent for a while.

After hearing the statement of the Hightower family, Earl Tommen Cotoyne of Three Towers, Earl Warren Bisbury of Hive City, Countess Alexa Bulwe of Blackcrown City, Highland City Viscount Martin Mullendall and Viscount Brandon Cue of Sunhouse City spoke one after another:

   "It's a horse!" "It's a horse!" "It's a horse!" "It's a horse!" "It's a horse!"

   Such is the influence of the House of the Uncrowned Kings of the Reach.

  The Duke of Mace has already started to tremble all over.

  The nobles who supported the Tyrell family also realized that the situation was over, and they all bowed their heads in silence.

   "Master Mace." Samwell had a triumphant smile on his face, "Please allow me to dedicate this wild horse to you."

  The Duke of Mace was teetering on his horse, his eyes were distracted.

  The scene of the sky and the city suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, which made the Duke of Highgarden suddenly realize what kind of opponent he was facing—

   This is a man who dares to kill even the king!

  Will he kill me?

   Duke of Mace trembled more and more.

  He managed to squeeze out a smile, but it was uglier than crying, and he never dared to look directly at Samwell:

   "Okay, okay...I like it very much...you gave me...the horse..."

  (end of this chapter)