Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Arrangement

Eagle Island.

  Lord's cottage.

  A group of retainers of Baron Caesar were sitting around a round table.

  Since the lord hadn't arrived yet, everyone was chatting casually.

  A young maid quickly brought tea to everyone.

  Her face was a little red, because everyone's eyes were looking at her intentionally or unintentionally.

  This made her very uncomfortable and confused.

  Because her beauty is not outstanding, and she is only a refugee in the reach, she does not deserve such attention from the gentlemen in these territories.

  What she didn't know was that the reason why these retainers paid attention to her was entirely because Lord Caesar's last maid had become the Earl of Starfall City.

  This was simply exaggerated than a fairy tale, and everyone still can't believe it.

  So it was inevitable that they paid more attention to the current maid, and even secretly guessed that this could be another bloodline lost by some family...

The door opened, and Samwell walked in.

  All the retainers stood up and saluted.

  "Sit down."

  Samwell sat down at the head seat, and then motioned for the maid to leave.

  "The reason why you have been called to this meeting is that I will leave for King's Landing in three days to participate in the trial of Duke Jon's death."

  Samwell took a sip of tea and waited for everyone to digest the news before continuing:

  " While I'm away, Gavin will still be in charge of the daily affairs of Eagle Island."

  "Yes, my lord." Gavin hastily stood up and saluted.

  The dock laborer now has the aura of a big steward, and he is able to manage the territory with ease. He will not behave as flustered and helpless as when Samwell left the territory for the first time.

  Samwell also nodded to Gavin, then turned to the craftsman leader Vido and said,

  " Vido, you are still responsible for the construction of the castle. I hope that I can officially live in it when I return from King's Landing."

  "Yes, my lord . If everything goes well, the castle will be completed in one and a half months."

  "Very good." Samwell turned to Buso, the chief blacksmith, "Buso , you will continue to be in charge of the silver stag casting." "

  "Yes My lord."

  Due to the secret agreement with "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish, the casting of the silver stag must be entrusted to a truly trusted person. And Buso already has this qualification now, because his son is serving in Samwell's personal guards, and he also married a wild woman as his wife.

  Samwell then explained their tasks to the others one by one, and finally looked at Cheman, and said in a deep voice:

"Cheman , I will give you a hundred elite soldiers, and allow you to gather 500 savages, and the Eagle island will provide you with weapons and supplies , and I only want you to do one thing—

  that is to continuously expand the control range of the territory.

  If you meet any wildling tribe, you can use my name to ask them to surrender. If they don't, then use the sword to make them surrender.

  Do you understand?"

  Cheman showed a bloodthirsty smile: "I understand, Lord Caesar."

  After saying this, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees .

  Everyone seemed to be able to foresee that a bloody storm would soon engulf the Red Mountain Range.

  In fact, Samwell had hesitated before whether to release Cheman, a mad dog, but after careful consideration, he still made up his mind.

  After all, Jon Arryn died a year earlier than the original time, and the chaos of the Seven Kingdoms will also start early because of this.

  Originally, there wasn't much time left for him to farm and develop, but now that Petyr Baelish, "Littlefinger" did it, the time was even tighter.

  Therefore, at this time, he couldn't help looking both forward and backward.

  Even if Cheman, a mad dog, is at risk of running loose, he must develop his power and increase his population as soon as possible.

  Fortunately, his wings are growing and his prestige has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. He is unshakable in Eagle Island. No matter how ambitious Cheman is, he dare not easily jump out to resist him.

  "Remember, try not to kill if you can." Samwell still couldn't help reminding, "Even if you want to kill, you must kill the leader of the tribe and the leader of the rebel army. The rest of the savages should be gathered in Eagle Island, let them work for me, understand?"

  "I understand what you mean." Cheman nodded, "Actually, I don't have the heart to kill fellow wildlings."

  These words made the expressions of all the retainers present a little weird .

  They seems to see a girl who is saying that she loves every client deeply.

  The corner of Samwell's mouth twitched, and he wanted to arrange a deputy for Chemqn, but after thinking about it, he finally gave up.

  Now that he has decided to use the sharpest knife, why put another layer of film on it.

  If Cheman really went too far, Samwell could take back his power at any time.

  Anyway, the core of the opponent's army is his own people, and the logistics support depends entirely on Eagle Island, so there is no need to worry about Cheman's tail being too big.

  After arranging all the matters, Samwell ended the meeting.

  After everyone left, he fell into deep thought alone in the hut.

  Although this trip to King's Landing was just as witness to the death of Duke Jon, Samwell always felt that this trip might not be easy.

  After all, it is the center of power in the Seven Kingdoms, and it is also a gathering place for conspirators, a place full of lies, crime and blood.

  This made him couldn't help but want to improve his strength to deal with possible accidents.

  But at present, his strength attribute has reached a bottleneck, and without a large number of golden dragons or silver deer, there is no way to think of a qualitative improvement.

  As for the agility attribute, he still hasn't found a way to improve it quickly.

  As for the spiritual attribute, Samwell has always had an idea.

  At present, his spiritual attribute has reached 2.19, which is all due to the ghost grass, but with a large amount of intake, its effectiveness has become weaker and weaker. Today, he needs to eat fifty ghost grass to increase his mental attribute by 0.01 .

  Therefore, he must look for new "spiritual food".

  Before, he had suspected that the spiritual attribute was related to the belief of the old gods, and because of this, he had the idea of eating weirwood.

  But the weirwood is the sacred object in the hearts of the believers of the old gods after all, and he was worried about causing bad influence, so he kept procrastinating.

  Now, he decided to give it a try.

  Samwell came to the bedroom and lay down on the bed with the whites of his eyes turned up. When he opened his eyes again, he took over the falcon and soared in the sky.

  Following the direction in memory, Samwell quickly skimmed across the sea, and then plunged into the forest.

  It was not long before he found the weirwood he had seen in his first eagle dream.

  It has not changed from the last time he saw it. The huge and lush branches and leaves were like a huge hat, covering the entire mountain forest. The human face carved on the trunk was lifelike, as if it is really watching everything in front of it.

  The controlled Falcon fell from the top of the tree, and then rose into the air again, but there was already an extra branch in the eagle's talons.

  However, when he turned and flew away from the weirwood, he always felt that there was a vague gaze watching him from behind.

  Resisting the urge to turn back, Samwell rose into the sky and disappeared.

  When the Falcon returned to Eagle's Mouth and placed the weirwood branch on the table, Samwell also got up from the bed.

  He picked up the branch and put it in his mouth.

  Juice as red as fresh blood oozed out, it gave Samwell's mouth a somewhat terrifying visual.

  The taste of the branches was very bad, bitter and astringent, with a strange fishy smell.

  Not to mention it was hard to chew, and it hurt his throat when he swallowed it.

  But even so, Samwell's spiritual attributes did not increase.

  He thought that it was not enough , so he took a few more bites.

  But still no change.

  Weirwood doesn't work?

  Samwell fell into doubt.

  Could it be that I guessed wrong, isn't it related to the belief in the old gods?

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