Chapter 216 Exile

"Hahahahahaha!"

A burst of almost crazy laughter echoed in the forest, dispelling the almost stagnant atmosphere.

The nobles of the Reach were still immersed in shock that the Duke of Highgarden was forced to bow his head and admit his mistake by a little baron.

At this time, were awakened by laughter, only to find that it was "Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister laughing on the horse, leaning forward and backward.

"I'm dying of laughter! I'm dying of laughter! Can't you Reach nobles even tell the difference between a horse and a deer? Hahahaha..."

Samwell said, "Is it so funny, Kingslayer?"

"Isn't it funny? Huh?"

Jaime covered his stomach with his remaining left hand, still laughing, "I actually saw a lie being twisted into the truth with my own eyes. You, Reach nobles are amazing! Lord 'almighty', you won't really want to ride that deer? If so, Then I suggest you change to a better saddle, oh no, a deer saddle. Hahahahaha..."

The Duke Mace blushed and bowed his head in silence as if he had made up his mind to be an ostrich.

Samwell retorted:

"Kingslayer, how many lies have you made yourself? Whose heirs are Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen? Who pushed Bran Stark of Winterfell down the tower? Do you dare to tell the truth?"

James' smile suddenly froze on his face.

In fact, the former is okay; he has long wanted to reveal the truth to the public, but his father and sister have always been reluctant to part with the Iron Throne.

But the latter...

How did he know?

Suddenly, Jaime was terrified.

The crime hidden in his heart was exposed in public, giving him the illusion of being exposed to the sun without clothes.

The gazes cast by everyone were like big hands, constantly stripping away his little self-esteem and pride.

He was powerless to resist and could only allow his ugliness and meanness to be torn apart like bloody wounds.

"Kingslayer? Why aren't you talking?"

Samwell smiled faintly, "I heard that there is a "White Code" in the White Sword Tower of the Red keep in King's Landing, which records every kingsguard exploits who has guarded the king for the last three hundred years—Kingslayer, what do you think will be written on your page?"

Jaime lowered his head, his slightly messy long hair covering his face.

"Ser Jaime of House Lannister," Samwell continued, his voice resounding like a bell as if the father was pronouncing, "Eldest son of Lord Tywin Lannister and Lady Joanna of Casterly Rock. The squire of Lord Sumner Crakehall, accompanied him to destroy the Kingswood Brotherhood.

At the age of fifteen, he was knighted by Ser Arthur Dayne of the Kingsguard for his bravery in battle. In the same year, he was knighted by King Aerys II Targaryen and was promoted to the Imperial Guard and became a Kingsguard.

When King's Landing fell, he killed the king under the Iron Throne, and thus obtained the title of 'Kingslayer'. Then, 'Kingslayer,' how should I continue it ?"

Jaime didn't speak; he was suddenly horrified to find that his life was so poor and empty, even ugly.

"I'll tell continue for you ." Samwell sneered and continued, "Later, he was pardoned by King Robert Baratheon I and continued to serve as the Kingsguard, but he had an affair with Queen Cersei Lannister and fathered three evil seeds who stole the Iron Throne.

During King Robert's visit to Winterfell, because of being found during adultery, he personally pushed Bran, the young boy of the Stark family, down the tower, causing him to be paralyzed.

He fought against Dorne with the false king Joffrey, and his right hand was cut off by Samwell Caesar in the Skyreach city, and then he has since become a waste who dares not draw his sword..."

"Shut up!" Jaime suddenly raged, "Caesar! You shut up!"

"You want me to shut up? Huh!, don't use weak words, use your sword." Samwell challenged.

Jaime's left hand was on the hilt of the sword, but he never pulled it out.

His body began to tremble, and the image of the extremely terrifying, fiery sword that did not belong to the mortal world flashed through his mind.

Countless midnight dreams came back, and Jaime's heart was filled with fear.

He didn't know how to parry such a sword.

That is not a sword that mortals can block!

Especially since he only has his left hand left...

How to fight?

He never thought that one day he would not dare to draw his sword.

But if he didn't dare to draw his sword from now on, what would he become?

A corpse in a white armour?

"Kingslayer!" Samwell provoked again, "Are you really a waste who dares not draw your sword?"

"Caesar!" Jaime Lannister finally drew out his long sword, "I will kill you!"

Samwell took a step forward expressionlessly and also drew out the giant sword [Dawn] behind him.

The instant the milky-white glazed sword was unsheathed, red-gold lines emerged, covering Samwell's sword-holding hands, arms, chest, and even his face.

The dense red and gold lines seemed to put on a close-fitting armour for him, and it also seemed like a spell passed down from ancient times, making people dare not look directly at it.

"Jaime Lannister!" Samwell held the sword in both hands, and his tone was as awe-inspiring as a god, "In the name of the Seven Gods, I will judge your crime! The crime of killing the king! The crime of adultery! The crime of child cruelty!

If you are guilty, I ask strength from the Seven Gods!

If you are innocent, please ask the Seven Gods to deprive me of everything!"

As soon as the words fell, the giant sword in Samwell's hand burst into brilliant colours, like flames, like the setting sun, like molten gold, like the brilliance of a god—it was breathtaking.

Holding the sword in his left hand, Jaime rushed over in an almost heroic gesture.

In the blazing light, Jaime seemed to have returned to the day when King's Landing fell.

He sat high on the Iron Throne, with the body of "Mad King" Aerys under his feet.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled the ground through the narrow windows of the Red Castle, and the entire throne room was soaked in blood red.

The giant dragon skull hanging high on the wall stared at him coldly with empty eyes, watching his sinking.

His field of vision was filled with burning flames, and he felt he was breathing blood.

"Caesar! Kill me!"

Jaime roared, rushing into the flames without hesitation as if welcoming his own redemption.

He closed his eyes and saw the beautiful face of his sister Cersei before him.

The flames engulfed his long sword, and the shattered steel melted almost instantly.

The heat rushed to his face, like the kiss of his sister Cersei. It was irresistible to Jaime.

But unfortunately, the heat came to an abrupt end.

Jaime opened his eyes in bewilderment and saw the flaming greatsword resting in front of him, inches from his skin.

He was about to speak when he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

Samwell kicked Jaime's waist and hit him on the back with his sword.

Boom!

Jaime fell to the ground in embarrassment, yelling:

"Caesar! Do you dare to kill me? Do you dare..."

Poof——

Samwell stepped on Jaime's head, trampling his face into the mud.

"The gods have condemned you," Samwell said with a glowing red sword in his hand, "but the gods are also merciful. They decided to send you to the Wall and become a night watchman to atone for your sins."

"Sir Aegon Levill." Samwell called the captain of the Highgarden guards and ordered naturally, "You send someone to escort the Kingslayer to the Wall. Remember to take the sea route, and don't let the Lannisters stop you."

"Yes!" Ser Aegon replied subconsciously.

But then, he reacted and looked at his lord, Duke Mace.

The 'almighty' was so frightened that he could hardly sit still, his fat body curled up like a quail.

He didn't respond at all to Samwell's extravagant orders.

Ser Aegon was extremely disappointed and finally stepped forward, grabbing Jaime by the collar, and dragging him away.

James's face was covered with dirt, his hair was dishevelled, and he kept yelling and cursing:

"Caesar! Kill me if you have the guts! Kill me!"

The nobles of the Reach looked at this scene with extremely complicated emotions.

Some secretly applauded, but also worried.

The order to escort the Kingslayer to guard the Wall completely declared that Reach chose to stand against the Lannister family.

And not only that.

Lord Almighty's silence also caused his prestige in the hearts of the nobles in the reach to plummet.

If there were still many nobles who had expectations for the Tyrell family before, after today's hunting party, they have already recognized the facts.

The essence of a power struggle is the struggle for the right to speak.

But in today's Reach, it is no longer the final decision of the almighty.

A young king has already shown his majesty and ambition.

Under the eyes of hundreds of nobles in the Reach, Samwell Caesar stood with his sword, beside him was a kneeling stag with a white ring, and above his head was a dragon flying and circling, roaring.

The afternoon sun was bright and dazzling, shining on the baron standing upright as if covering him with a holy halo.

This very symbolic scene was frozen in the hearts of the nobles of the Reach, and it became a memory they would never get rid of.

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