Chapter 159

Chapter 159

  Samwell, who was leaning against the window and watching the lesson was stunned for a moment, and then nodded happily:

  "Okay!"

  Then he turned and towards the stairs to the courtyard.

  In fact, the first sword of Braavos was exactly the kind of opponent Samwell feared-a highly agile assassin type.

  But he still wanted to try , to see how far big is the difference , so he could be mentally prepared.

  Although Samwell had no hope of winning at all, Arya had full confidence in him, she handed the wooden sword to him graciously, and winked at him, as if she couldn't wait for him to help her "revenge" " .

  Samwell took the wooden sword, held it up in front of him, and bowed,

  "Samwell Caesar, please."

  "Syrio Forel, please." Syrio also stood straight and bowed. This young knight has just won the jousting tourney, so his attitude is quite cautious.

  The two ready, but neither took the initiative to attack.

  Samwell planned to wait for him because he knew his "bulkyness", while Syrio did not know the fighting style of the knight in front of him.

  However, in the end it was the first sword of Braavos who struck, His wooden sword stabbed Samwell's chest violently.

  Samwell also moved immediately, but instead of dodging, he rushed forward, aiming the head with his wooden sword .

  But Syrio seemed to have anticipated Samwell's reaction, as soon as he stopped , his whole body slid to the left like flowing water.

  Samwell rushed to nothing, and before he could react, he felt a burning pain in his left lower back.

  "Young knight, that was a mistake ." Syrio's flat voice came over.

  It seems he wanted Samwell to take the initiative to admit defeat.

  "Indeed. I'm better at charging on horseback." Samwell admitted frankly, but he didn't admit defeat. "However, it's not certain whether I will win or lose."

Syrio didn't say much, maintaining a fighting posture, slowly circling Samwell .

  He has already seen the weakness of the knight, so he naturally knows how to deal with it. Syrio started gliding and dancing briskly, never confronting the knight head-on, but looking for gaps and flaws in the opponent's attack, and countering .

  But Samwell felt more and more uncomfortable. He only felt that the opposite swordsman seemed to be like soft current, making all his attacks impossible to hit, but he was always countered and attacked by the opponent, it was suffocating.

  Fortunately, they were using wooden sword, otherwise he would have died countless times by now.

  "Lord Caesar, come on!" Arya's voice sounded.

  It's a pity that Samwell doesn't have the energy to pay attention to the little girl, the swordsman in front of him emitted too much pressure.

  No matter what method he used, he still couldn't touch the opponent, although he knew that if he touched him, Syrio would never be able to withstand his attack.

  The sweat on his forehead slid, blurring his vision, and there were more and more painful parts on his body. This feeling of being beaten passively became more and more unbearable. Just when Samwell wanted to admit defeat , Syrio's voice suddenly sounded:

  "No Hesitation!."

  The swordsman didn't know whether he was teaching Arya a lesson or reminding Samwell.

  "Feel," he said, "with your eyes, with your nose, with your skin, with your ears... feel with every part of your body, but don't think, or you'll be too slow."

  Samwell frowned, feeling that this guy was bragging , but after a moment of contemplation, he was hit by the wooden sword on his left arm again, causing burning pain.

  This made him even more annoyed, he rushed forward a few steps, and slashed several times, but only hit the air, and at the same time, Syrio took the opportunity to poke him a few times.

  Samwell estimated that his body was covered with bruises, and under the stimulation of pain, his mind went blank.

  But at this moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and the wooden sword was blocked in front of his chest without thinking.

  Click!

  Two swords intersect!

  This was the first time he had blocked Syrio's attack.

  "Correct ! Minds can fool us, but feelings can't ." Syrio seemed pleased with that.

  Samwell also calmed down, trying to find the feeling just now.

  He knew that his agility attribute was low, and his movements would definitely be slow, but the feeling just now...

  Crack!

  Inadvertently, Samwell was slapped on the back by Syrio's sword again, he grinned in pain.

  But with the help of the pain, he once again found the feeling .

  His mind went blank.

  The body suddenly became extremely flexible.

  Click! Click!

  Samwell actually blocked Syrio's two attacks in a row.

  And he suddenly felt that the opponent's speed seemed to be slower than before.

  No, it's not that the other party was slow.

  But reacted before thinking .

  At this moment, Samwell seemed to have finally broken free from some unknown shackles became extremely fast and agile.

  Surprised, he glanced at his attribute panel, and then froze.

  Samwell Caesar

  Title: Baron of Eagle Island

  Vassal: Lucas Dayne (Knight)

  Strength: 6.74

  Dexterity: 2.85 (+3.97)

  Spirit: 3.97 (-3.97)

  Charge: 1/100

  The change in spirit and agility attributes stunned him, at the same time, his thinking seemed to have become extremely sluggish, he couldn't even think about why this change occurred.

  But his body became extremely agile.

  The wooden sword in his hand swung at random without thinking, surprisingly it blocked Syrio's attacks time and time again.

  Ka Ka Ka Ka—

  the sounds of wooden swords striking each other became more and more intense.

  Arya, who was watching the battle, widened her eyes, but even so, she could no longer see clearly the wooden swords of the two people. The air was full of afterimages and the sound of clashing.

  Syrio and Lord Caesar seemed to have suddenly grown hundreds of arms, wielding thousands of wooden swords in battle.

  Click!

  With a final crisp sound, the two wooden swords shattered at the same time.

  Amidst the flying sawdust, the two finally stopped.

  Syrio laughed, and said, "Really smart! You will definitely become a great swordsman in the future!"

  Samwell shook his head, trying to get rid of this feeling of rusty brain.

  Gradually, his thinking began to speed up, but the body seemed to like sink in water again.

  Looking at the attribute panel again, the abnormality just now has disappeared, and the agility and spirit have returned to their original values.

  However, his brain was still dizzy, as if he hadn't slept all night.

  "Thank you for your compliment." Samwell suppressed the doubts in his heart and bowed respectfully to Syrio, "Thank you for your advice too. However, I am a knight, not a swordsman."

"Then you will Become a great knight." Syrio admired sincerely, "I've never seen anyone with such great potential."

  Clap! Clap!

  Arya clapped her hands excitedly, and shouted: "It was amazing!"

"It was really good!" A voice also came from the upper window.

  When everyone looked up, they saw Duke Eddard appeared there at some point.

  Samwell said good-bye to Syrio and Arya, and went up the stairs to the Hand of the King.

  Because he was thinking about the attribute change just now, Samwell only hurriedly explained to Duke Eddard that he was about to leave King's Landing, and apologized for the lack of progress in the secret investigation.

  Duke Eddard probably didn't expect Samwell to find out anything in such a short period of time. At first, he only approached him with the attitude of trying, so he didn't criticize him harshly. He just told him to pay attention to the situation in Dorne after returning.

  Concerns about a possible war were revealed in the words.

  In fact, at this point, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Iron Throne and Dorne are bound to break out in war.

  After leaving the Tower, Samwell was still thinking about the attribute mutation just now.

  Under Syrio's stimulation and reminder just now, Samwell's mental attribute was temporarily transformed into agility attribute, which gave him the ability to fight Syrio.

  This discovery surprised him greatly.

  After all, low agility has always been a pain in his heart, and he has never been able to find food that can improve agility, but if the mental attribute can be temporarily converted into agility attribute, then he doesn't have to worry about it.

  Afterwards, he thought again, since the spiritual attribute can be temporarily transformed into agility, can it be temporarily transformed into strength?

  Thinking of this, Samwell immediately focused on the two attributes of spirit and strength, trying to start the temporary conversion again.

  Unfortunately, there was no response.

  Perhaps a certain method is needed...

  Samwell rubbed his swollen forehead and prepared to study it later. Right now, he just wants to have a good sleep.

  When he woke up, it was already evening.

  Samwell ate some bread casually, drank a large pot of skull soup before packing up and leaving the Red keep for the port.

  While he was waiting for the boat to sail, he found that someone had actually come to see him off.

  "Lord Varys." Samwell got off the boat with a smile, "Your little bird told you I'm leaving?"

  "Yes." Varys showed a sad expression, "Lord Caesar, you were leaving without visiting me , Did you forget about your friend ?"

  Samwell laughed loudly: "Of course I regard you as a friend, best friend."

  Varys also laughed, but he probably didn't believe Samwell bullshit. The spider sighed, showing a melancholy expression:

  "Master Caesar, we don't know when we will meet again after you leave. So there is something I have always wanted to ask you."

  "Okay."

  Varys moved closer, said softly: "Master Caesar, you said that a stag is not worthy of sitting on the Iron Throne, so who is worthy?"

  Samwell did not answer, but asked instead: "What do you think?"

Varys said seriously: "Targaryen ."

  Samwell had expected this, but he still asked: "Why?"

  Varys' eyes suddenly became dark: "Lord Caesar, do you know how I was castrated?"

"I heard it was A wizard did it."

  "Yes. A wizard from Qarth, who claims to be immortal, he body was covered in purple and seems to be able to take your soul just by looking at him. The wizard cut me that, and then threw it into the fire, and the flames turned blue, and I saw many visions..."

  "What vision?" Samwell couldn't help ask.

  "I saw the long night, with no daylight all year round.

  I saw the icy wind howling from the north, and the snow covered hundreds of feet, freezing all the crops to death.

  I saw white devils moving through the darkness, bringing destruction, horror, and despair,

  I saw kings in castles dying trembling like peasants in huts,

  I saw people weeping with tears frozen on their faces, I saw...

  I saw a lot of scary things, but I also saw hope..."

  Samwell frowned: "The hope you saw was Targaryen? "

  "That's right. The gods have revealed to us that the end is approaching, so we must be prepared. And for that glimmer of hope, we must no longer allow infighting and division. The Seven Kingdoms must be united under one voice and one order.

  And the Bucks can't do it, the lion can't do it, the direwolf can't do it, and the roses, falcons, trout, and sun halberds can't do it.

  Only the dragon! "

  "The dragons are extinct. reminded Samwell. "

  "But they will come back!" "Varys' eyes sparkled with piety, "I saw in the blue fire!"

Samwell didn't speak.

  Varys grabbed the baron's wrist, his tone became extremely sincere:

  "Lord Caesar, why didn't I expose you to Littlefinger before?"

Because I know that Littlefinger is a selfish careerist, he only cares about his own status and power, and never cares about other people's lives.

  Chaos is the ladder?

  No, chaos is the abyss that devours all!

  Only order is our hope to survive the doomsday catastrophe!

  Only Targaryen, who owns the dragon, can establish such an order!

Samwell withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "Master Varys, you are really unworthy of title master if whisper , you should be an envoy."

  "We were never enemies. "Varys said seriously.

  "I know." Samwell laughed, "I also agree with your point of view. Since the 'Conqueror' Aegon Targaryen landed in this place three hundred years ago, the Seven Kingdoms have been a stupid and outdated Concept. The Iron Throne needs a stronger and wiser monarch, Lord Varys, let us wait and see."

  After speaking, he turned and boarded the ship.

  The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the ship , like a new hope amongst the darkness .

  [END]