Chapter 188

Chapter 188 Joffrey's Name Day Banquet

  "Lord Eddard, are we really going to that shitty banquet?"

  The lord of Last Hearth City, Lord Jon Umber's rough voice echoed in the camp.

  In fact, his loud voice was no longer limited to one camp, and most of the camp probably heard the voice.

  And Jon didn't seem to want to hide his dissatisfaction with the king at all.

  "Yes." Duke Eddard nodded, "This is the king's name day banquet, and we all have to be there."

  In fact, none of the northern nobles wanted to attend the banquet, but the strange thing is that Duke Eddard Stark just asked everyone to attend.

  As if he wasn't the one who fell out with the king that day.

  Lord Rickard Karstark, the lord of Karhold City, said:

  "Lord Eddard, since the 'Red Viper' has been killed, Duke Jon Arryn's revenge has been counted, and the next step is to deal with Dorne. In fact, we don't need to participate in this war at all, and the king is an idiot! If you want me to say, we should just withdraw our northern border troops ." These words immediately attracted a burst of applause, and it seems that most of the northern nobles did not want to continue to fight.

  "We really don't need to help the Iron Throne continue to fight Dorne." Duke Eddard first agreed with Earl Rickard's point of view, but then changed the topic, "But there is no rush to withdraw the troops, I still have things to do. And, You all have to attend the King's Name Day Banquet this time."

  All the northern nobles showed puzzled expressions.

  Earl Jon Umber moved closer, and asked with winking eyebrows: "My lord, is someone threatening you? Don't worry, as long as you give an order..."

"Enough."

Duke Eddard was a little helpless, so he had to reveal Something and said, "All go to the banquet. I will announce something important at that time."

  All the northern nobles looked at each other in blank dismay, and then took the order to leave.

  After changing his attire, Duke Eddard held the "Genealogy and History of the Major Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms" on the table in his hand.

  Touching the yellowed cover, he remembered what the Baron of Eagle who visited suddenly last night said to him—

  "Lord Eddard, I have found the clues for the investigation mission you entrusted me."

  Yes, Here's the clue, here's the proof!

  Duke Eddard turned over the pages of the book and confirmed once again that the markings on it were correct.

  Robert, Lord Eddard said silently in his heart, it is your turn.

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  "Lord Caesar, what are you going to do?"

  The red-robed witch Melisandre asked.

  She was dressed fiery, with a fiery charm exuding from her whole body, but her eyes were extremely pious, making one dare not profane.

  "What am I going to do, didn't the omniscient and omnipotent God R'hllor not tell you?"

Samwell was wearing a blue velvet dress.

  Today is King Joffrey's name day, and Skyreach will hold a grand banquet, both to celebrate the king and to celebrate this "great" victory.

  In such a grand ceremony, Samwell is also going to send a big gift to the king to repay the other party's previous care.

  Melisandre looked at Samwell quietly, and the ruby in her throat shone with her breath:

  "Not any trivial matter can be enlightened by the true God."

  Samwell laughed loudly: "What I want to do is not a trivial matter."

  "Compared to the coming terror in the north, everything here is nothing more than a trivial matter. Even this war is nothing more than children's fights."

Melisandre took a step closer, her fiery red eyes looked into Samwell's eyes as if to look into his heart,

  "Lord Caesar, do you know that in the far north, beyond the Wall, the ancient god unknown to mortals is waking up. He is the god of darkness, the soul of black ice, the god of night and fear. Terrible and evil power are Gathering and they are too strong to fight.

  "The cold winds are blowing, winter and long night are coming, and white devils that cannot be killed, unless the people of Westeros put aside their ridiculous disputes before them, and accept the faith in their heart."

  "A ridiculous dispute?" Samwell sneered, but then sighed, "You are right, it is indeed a ridiculous dispute. But this is also the reality. Do you think that just by your words, all the nobles and commoners of Westeros will gather under the belief of the King of Light?

  "Let alone you, even if the King of Light really sent down the oracle, how many people would believe it? So, Lady Melisandre, I am grateful to you for saving my life, and I also believe that there will be great terror coming from the north as you said, but I have my own plan for how to deal with it."

  "Then let me help you." Melisandre stretched out her hand and helped Samwell button the last button.

  "I regard you as an ally, and of course, I will accept your help."

  "I mean now."

  "Now?"

  Melisandre's hands touched the skin between Samwell's throats, and a warm heat penetrated, with a hint of charm, a hint of longing:

  "I saw dancing flames in your eyes, you are angry, you want to kill. Tell me, who do you want to kill? I can help you, with the power of magic, the Lord of Light power."

  Samwell looked at Melisandre's fiery red eyes but did not speak.

  Melisandre confirmed her guess, and immediately came closer, her fragrant and warm breath hit Samwell's face:

  "Tell me who you want to kill. Inject your fire of life into my body, then we can summon a servant of light to complete this task. And in this process, I will also bring you an unprecedented joyful experience."

  Samwell narrowed his eyes: "Fire of life? Will this have a negative impact on me?"

  He remembered that in the original book, the "Lightning King" Count Beric Dondarrion breathed the fire of life into the mouth of the dead Catelyn Tully, awakened her , but died herself.

  And Stannis Baratheon, the Duke of Dragonstone Island, also became extremely weak after making a shadow with Melisandre.

  "It will indeed make your flame weaker. But this is a necessary price. There is never a free lunch in this world."

  "Then I'll do it myself." Samwell gently pushed Melisandre away, "However, There is another matter, I hope I can get your help."

  Melisandre was slightly taken aback by the man's refusal, but she quickly regained her composure: "Please tell me."

  "Come with me."

  Samway took Melisandre out of the tent and went straight to the camp of the Horn Hill army.

  "Lord Caesar." Sir Hyle Hunter received Samwell.

  The Hunter family is a vassal of the Tarly family. When his younger brother went to the rear of Dorne to harass him, he handed over the Horn Hill army to the command of Sir Hale of the Hunter family.

  After this person saw Samwell, he immediately understood his purpose and took the initiative to bring him to Dickon's coffin.

  "Thank you."

  "It's my honour." Sir Hale saluted respectfully and then left.

  Pointing at the coffin, Samwell said to the red woman, "I heard that the power of the Lord of Light can bring the dead back to life?"

  "You want me to save your brother?"

  "That's right."

  "I can try. " Melisandre was calm on the surface, but in fact, she felt a little guilty in her heart. "The mighty power of the Lord of Light can indeed be done, but not everyone is lucky enough to be blessed by him." She has performed resurrection before, but it has never been successful

  But with the Red Comet approaching, she feels her powers are growing, and maybe this time she can succeed.

  Samwell looked at the red witch who was slowly walking to his brother's coffin, praying inwardly.

  Since the Lord of Light can resurrect "Lightning King" and "Lady Stoneheart", maybe Dickon can also be brought back to life.

  Melisandre's prayer sounded in the camp, low and obscure.

  Numerous echoes flicker in the light, carrying breathtaking power.

  After a long time, the prayer was over.

  But the miracle did not happen.

  "Sorry." Melisandre's eyes were dim, and she walked out of the tent with a little loss.

  Samwell faced his brother's coffin alone, speechless for a long time.

  He seemed to want to lift the lid of the coffin to see his younger brother, but he still couldn't muster up the courage.

  In fact, Samwell didn't have a good impression of this younger brother when he first crossed over.

  After all, his initial embarrassment was all due to Dickon's existence.

  Of course, the original owner had to bear a lot of responsibility for not living up to expectations.

  Samwell would not resent Dickon but just regarded him as a stranger who was related to him by blood.

  It wasn't until the Battle of Starfall that Earl Randyll tried his best to help him that Samwell had a sense of belonging to the Tarly family.

  Therefore, he accepted Dickon, an annoying brother.

  After getting along with each other, Samwell gradually fell in love with this simple and honest boy who worshipped him wholeheartedly.

  He also gradually regarded him as a real brother.

  After a long silence, Samwell pulled out a smile, but it was uglier than crying.

  "Didn't you say you wanted to charge with me?"

  "Didn't you say you wanted me to proclaim you a knight?"

  "There is no knight lying down..."

  The camp fell silent, and there was no movement for a long time.

  Samwell patted the coffin lid twice:

  "Goodbye, brother. I'm going to avenge you."

  He took two steps back.

  "Not only for you, but also for myself, for Earl Yohn Royce, for the three hundred and forty-one warriors who died in the sept, and for the hundreds of thousands of warriors who died in vain."

  He turned around and said,

  "Revenge."

  Samwell, who was striding away, didn't see that there was a faint smoke circulating in the air, and finally slowly merged into Dickon's coffin.

  After leaving the tent, Samwell packed up his mood and went straight to Skyreach City.

  At this time, the battlefield had been cleaned up, and the corpses were all burned together, but the bloodstains could not be completely removed, leaving mottled marks on the ground and on the city walls, reminding people of what happened here .

  Entering the Fowler family's castle, Samwell finally felt some festive atmosphere.

  The spacious aisle was sprinkled with freshly picked rose petals, well-dressed waiters gracefully guided the guests, and the musicians playing violins, clarinets and tambourines.

  The venue for the banquet was finally chosen to be outdoors. Although the castle of the Fowler family is not too small, it still cannot accommodate the ostentation requested by His Majesty the King.

  Samwell walked into the open-air venue and saw that many guests had already come here.

  However, the atmosphere at the meeting place was relatively depressing, and the laughter on the faces of the nobles was more or less perfunctory.

  All the way forward, Samwell saw the king sitting on the stage.

  Joffrey was wearing a black and red striped top and a golden crown today, he was scanning the audience with an invincible gaze.

  The Mother Cersei sat on his right, wearing a black palace dress with gold silk trimmings, her golden hair was tied into a lady's bun, covered with a black silk hairnet decorated with feldspars, looking dignified and elegant, It's just that she kept wrinkling her nose as if she didn't like the smell in the city at the moment.

  The chair to the king's left is empty, with a cushion embroidered with golden roses on it, suggesting that this is the seat for the future queen.

  But the future queen was not there.

  Samwell paused slightly, looking around for Margaery Tyrell.

  But never found it.

  Instead, he saw Duke Mace Tyrell sweating profusely, talking to the attendants beside him with a panicked expression.

  Did she finally make a brave choice?

  Samwell thought to himself, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

  [END]