Chapter 57

Today Eagle Island has completely changed.

  Since the first batch of food and living supplies from Sunflower City arrived here one and a half months ago, the biggest crisis in the territory has been completely resolved.

  Moreover, after having enough food, the steward Gavin immediately recruited wildlings to build the territory according to Samwell's order before leaving.

  Workers will get Food and lodging, as well as work points.

  Under such temptation, more and more savages flocked to Eagle Island, and the prisoner camp (now renamed the labor camp) also increased from 1,000 people at the beginning to nearly 4,000 people.

  Territory construction suddenly entered the fast lane.

  The defense facilities at the mouth of the valley have been completed. The three-story wooden fence and four sentry towers have turned this place into a small fortress that is impenetrable.

The wooden houses appeared orderly in the valley , and the castle construction was also progressing and thanks to the efforts of the savage laborers, the foundation has already been laid.

  In addition, Gavin also recruited more than 300 female savages to work in the brewing of brandy.

  The collection, cleaning, fermentation, distillation, storage... and other processes of mountain grapes have been on the right track one after another due to the availability of sufficient labor.

  The savages also opened up a large field near the mouth of the valley, and began to plant mountain grapes, laying the foundation for future large-scale brewing.

  Although it was almost dusk at this time, Bleak Island was bustling in full swing.

  On a mound near the beach, a handsome middle-aged man was observing everything in the territory with great interest.

  He has dark hair with a little gray mixed in it, a pair of gray-green eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts, and a carefully groomed goatee on his chin, which further highlights his elegant temperament.

  His dark gray silk cape was tagged with a mockingbird on yellow background .

  Those who are proficient in heraldry will know that this is the personal coat of arms of Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish, the treasurer of the kingdom.

  "My lord, do you really want to wait here for that Sir Caesar to return?" A young man in armor came up behind Petyr and asked.

  "Yes."

  "But... he is just a pioneer knight who hasn't even built a castle and you personally came here from King's Landing.

Why wait for him to come back? And as for the silver coin casting , I'll just stay and deal with it."

  "You don't think Samwell Caesar is worth waiting a few more days?"

  "Isn't it?"

  "Bylan, don't look down on anyone, especially young people. We , the territory of the Baelish family is just a small peninsula full of rocks, and also there are no silver mines."

Petyr's voice was thick , low and slightly hoarse, with a unique charm that could make people unconsciously trust him .

  "How can he compare with you?" Bylan scratched his head and said, "Although from what I know, this Sir Caesar is really good at fighting, but he obviously can't manage the territory. Don't look at the bustle now , there will be a bigger problem soon."

  "Oh? What big problem?"

  "First of all, he is too kind to those savages! Not only accepting them as citizens, feeding them, but also giving them so-called 'work points' , I carefully calculated that when the castle will be successfully completed—he will face a huge debt, which will definitely make him bankrupt! I haven't even counted the two hundred or so craftsman, who are said to be hired from Upland City at ten times the price, really!... hehe, I don't think even that silver mine can save him. Moreover, there are tens of thousands of savages in his territory, but the people of Reach are only a few hundred people. You must be aware of the danger hidden in this imbalance. Sooner or later, it will lead to turmoil.

Also, he is still planting mountain grapes, as if preparing to make wine. Hehe, he really thinks that the wine made from sour grapes can be sold at a good price?"

  Petyr listened quietly, then smiled slightly and said:

  "Did you know? People are actually very similar to sheep. They like to gather together, eat the same grass, walk the same road, and the die old age . However, occasionally some sheep are different.

  They….They are black.

  Because they grow different colors of hair, they are often isolated by the flock, despised and rejected by the white sheep. But it is often these black sheep that will lead the flock to a new path."

Bylan Somewhat unconvinced, he said: "My lord, do you think Samwell Caesar is such a black sheep? But what about the mistakes he made?"

Petyr shook his head and said leisurely: "Of course there is nothing wrong with following the rules , but Being deviant is doomed to be accompanied by mistakes and failures."

  Bylan was stunned.

  Petyr said again: "What's more, how do you know that his methods of governing the territory is wrong? In the eyes of the white sheep, whatever the black sheep does is wrong, until it leads the black sheep to find a new fertile grass land."

  Bylan nodded thoughtfully, but there was still some hesitation , he always felt that the black sheep in Lord Baelish's words seemed to have other hidden meanings, but he didn't dare to ask.

  Moreover, praising someone as a black sheep... always feels a bit awkward.

  At this moment, there was a burst of loud cheers from the pier.

  Following the cheers, Baylan saw a sea ship slowly approaching the territory.

  "Our black sheep is back." Petyr looked at the sea boat under the setting sun, with an expectant smile on his face.

  Afterwards, he turned around and walked down the mound towards the pier.

  Bailan also hurriedly followed.

  On the pier, Samwell couldn't wait for the boat to come to a complete stop before jumping onto the trestle bridge impatiently.

  For two months , he wandered around the western coast of the reach , and finally returned to his own territory.

  Looking at the unfamiliar place in front of him, Samwell couldn't hide his surprise—

   such a big change?

  "Master, you are finally back!"

  "Haha, Gavin, thank you for your hard work!" Samwell stepped forward and gave his housekeeper a warm hug.

  This made Gavin, who was already extremely excited, couldn't help but shed tears.

  Afterwards, Samwell waved to the leaders gathered on the pier, thanking them for their warm welcome.

  "My lord, welcome back!"

  The crowd also cheered enthusiastically.

  At this moment, Gavin finally remembered something, and hurriedly whispered in Samwell's ear:

  "Master, the Minister of Finance, Lord Petyr Baelish, has been waiting for you for five days."

  "Petyr Baelish? ' Samwell was taken aback.

  Of course he knew this thunderous name.

  The top player in the game of power, an ambitious man, a master planner who believes that "chaos is the ladder".

  He actually came to his territory?

  Although it is indeed the responsibility of the Minister of Finance to supervise the minting of currency, it is only a silver mine, and Petyr does not need to come all the way from King's Landing himself, right?

  Unless, he came to Eagle Island not just for the silver mine...

  Samwell subconsciously became vigilant.

  At this time, Petyr also squeezed out of the crowd under the escort of the guards and he came to Samwell with an impeccable smile:

  "I finally meet you, Sir Caesar!"

  Samwell also restrained his mind, showing a harmless smile to humans and animals:

"It's an honor to meet you, Lord Baelish."

  [END]