Chapter 52

Walking alongside Qyburn on the stone road beside the Honey wine River, Samwell was in a good mood.

  After all, the maester who has just been recruited is definitely top-notch, but his moral consciousness is a bit indifferent, which is why he was expelled from the citadel .

  But if it wasn't for this, I'm afraid it wouldn't be Samwell's turn to catch the leak.

  Just monitor him in the future, and don't let him fiddle with human experiments.

  "Maester Qyburn , this is the book on silver mining and smelting given to me by Maester Malora . You can read it."

  Facing the book handed over by Samwell, Qyburn didn't pick it, but said rather proudly :

  "My lord, there used to be three links made of white steel on my necklace. I already knew how to mine and refine silver."

Samwell knew that the"necklace" in Cobain's mouth was also called a maester's chain , It is strung together by chains made of metal. Each metal represents that the maester's attainment in a certain field has been recognized by the Citadel . The more metals of the same kind, the deeper the attainment in the represented field.

  And white steel represents metallurgy.

  Samwell was in a good mood, keeping the book which gave him headache, he asked with a smile:

  "Then what kind of metal is the most number of links on your necklace?"

  "Silver."

  Silver represents medicine.

  But immediately, Qyburn sighed and said again:

  "Actually, I should have obtained more Valyrian steel chain links, but no one in the current Academy City can confirm my achievements in occult science."

  Valyrian steel represents the maester's attainments in the occult.

  Samwell's heart moved when he heard it:

  "Is it because the magic disappeared?"

  "Magic never disappears." Qyburn shook his head, and then with a smug smile on his face again, he said, "Your Excellency, do you know that everyone must stay vigil in a closed room on the eve before taking the oath to become a bachelor. There's no light in it, just a glass candle. So, unless one can light a glass candle, he's going to spend a long night in the dark. It's been a hundred years and no one has ever lit a glass candle.

  Except me. "

  Samwell frowned: "Have you l lit the glass candle?"

  "Yes, although it was only a fleeting brilliance." A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Qyburn mouth again, "However, the group of 'sheep in gray' ' They never admit it, they say I just have hallucinations."

  Hearing Qyburn refer to the other maesters as "gray sheep", Samwell couldn't help laughing.

  Still, he had no doubts about the man's boastfulness.

  After all, this is the guy who can create "Bioknight", so he must know magic.

  It's just that it's in a period of low magic power now, and magic is no different from tricks. It wasn't until the red comet came and the magic tide became stronger that this world became strange and bizarre. The dragon can be hatched, the ghosts appeared again, and even the dead can be resurrected...

  During the chat, the two walked towards Hightower without knowing it.

  At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side, startling Samwell.

  As soon as he put on his defensive stance, he heard the man yell,

  "Sam, finally found you!"

  Samwell then saw the other party's appearance clearly, and found that it was Horas , the eldest son of the Redwyne family on Arbor Island.

  "Horas , what's the matter with you , looking for me in such a hurry?"

  Horas ran up to Samwell panting, his freckled square face covered with beads of sweat, and his orange hair drenched and looking rather distressed.

  "I..." Horas closed his mouth immediately after he opened his mouth. He took a few deep breaths, straightened his collar, as if he wanted to save his decent image, "Oh, it's like this, Sir Caesar .Didn't you just miss my father when you came to Arbor Island last time? In order to apologize, my father specially sent me to pick you up."

  "Thank you for the kindness of Redwyne family." Samwell smiled slightly, "But I don't plan to go to Arbor Island again."

  "Huh?" Horas froze for a moment.

  "I'm really sorry, Horas , for making your trip useless."

  "But...but, don't you want to talk to father about the sale of new wine? And about supplies..."

  "Oh, no need The Hightower family has agreed to help me sell the new wine, and the Tyrell family will also participate."

  "What!" Horas was stunned as if struck by lightning.

  Seeing that Samwell was about to leave, he quickly stretched his hand to hold him, unconsciously in pleading tone:

  "Sam...Sir Caesar, the Redwyne family sincerely wants to cooperate with you. When it comes to selling wine, There is really no family in the westeros that can match our family! Believe me, only the caravans on arbor Island know how to sell your wine at the highest price! How to make your wine famous in the shortest time!

  And we still have a caravan going to the mainland of Essos, so we can sell your wine to the other side of the narrow sea!"

  Then Samwell stopped and said:

  "Okay, since Earl Paxter is so kind, then I'll visit Arbor Island again."

  "Great!" Horas smiled happily, and then said eagerly, "When are we leaving? In the afternoon? My boat can leave anytime!"

  "Tomorrow, I still have some things to deal with."

  "Okay! We'll leave early tomorrow morning!"

  Horas finally relaxed after hearing the confirmation .

  However, his attitude towards Samwell remained undiminished, and he kept bragging to Samwell about the huge caravan of Arbor Island and how the sales of their wine topped Westeros...

Back to the Hightower ,

  Samwell first went to meet Baylor and told him that he has met Malora and has obtained the method of mining and refining silver mines.

  Of course, he didn't mention that he had recruited a maester who had just been expelled from the Citadel , so as not to cause complications.

  Then the two finalized some specific details of the brandy consignment and material supply.

  In these two matters, Samwell clearly felt the kindness of the Hightower family.

  The brandy supply price he quoted at the beginning was ten silver stags per gallon, which actually has a lot of profit margins, and it was reserved for the Hightower family to bargain, but he did not expect Baylor to accept the supply price directly.

  In terms of the supply of food and other living materials, Baylor's price was also very favorable.

  Samwell, who has always been a self-proclaimed profiteer, was a little embarrassed.

  Baylor seemed to see what Samwell was thinking, and said with a smile:

  "Sir Caesar, don't forget the motto of Hightower. For a knight like you who is brave enough to expand the territory, we are willing to provide some trivial help for you."

  Samwell was in a good mood and sincerely said:

  "Hightower is really a ancient noble family! Thank you for your generosity. If there is anything you need from me in the future, please do not hesitate to ask."

  After signing the contract with the Hightower family , Samwell found the Tyrell family without stopping.

  Since the Duke Mace was not present, Samwell only discussed some details of the brandy consignment with the Duchess and Miss Margaery , and drew up a contract, which will be brought back to the Highgarden for the Duke Mace to sign.

  As for gathering the refugees, Samwell didn't mention it. He believed that Margaery would ask the Duke Mace to agree to it after returning.

  After these things were done, the mission of Samwell's trip to Old Town was successfully completed.

  Although a little hasty, he didn't have the intention to stay here for a long time at this time.

  It had been half a month since he left Bleak Island, and he just wanted to go back early to see how the construction of his castle was progressing.

  So, early the next morning, Samwell left Old Town on the merchant ship of the Redwyne family after bidding farewell to Earl Layton.

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