Chapter 40

Sunflower city is the territory of the Cuy family.

  It is said that they are descendants of the Andals, who were given this land by the house gardener more than 4,000 years ago.

  The coat of arms of House Cuy is is a field of red and gold stripes, with a leaping red quill on a gold canton in the upper left corner they are vassals of House Hightower in Oldtown.

  The current lord is Viscount Brandon Cuy.

He was a tall, middle-aged, well-dressed man, and his grayish-black hair was combed meticulously. He was sitting solemnly at the main seat in the living room.

  "Sir Caesar, you are not what I imagined."

  Samwell took a sip of wine and said with a smile:

  "Master Viscount, what did you imagine me to be like?"

  Viscount Brandon also smiled, no longer put on that serious look, said:

  "I heard that you are a fat man."

  Samwell shrugged with a wry smile:

  "Difficult pioneering is the best weight-loss medicine."

It has been more than half a year since time travel , Samwell's weight loss is indeed fruitful.

  The original bloated figure has completely disappeared, and now he is well-proportioned, tall and strong, and his whole body exudes a heroic and high-spirited aura . Under his slender eyebrows, there is a pair of deep eyes, as calm as the sea before the storm.

  Viscount Brandon had seen countless people, but it was the first time he realized that he couldn't see through a young knight under the age of twenty.

  In particular, this young knight was a well-known trash among the aristocratic circles of the Reach . At the beginning, many people were guessing how long it would take for this man to escape from the Red Mountains in desperation and become a wandering knight.

  However, Viscount Brandon looked at Samwell, who was sitting in front of him, and felt that Samwell was like a steel sword hidden in a sheath, deep and restrained, but with a hidden edge.

  ViscountBrandon has only seen this kind of calm, cold, and confident temperament in a few veterans on the battlefield.

  Among them was Lord Randyll Tarly.

  Viscount Brandon had participated in the War of the Snatchers. He still could not forget the invincible and majestic appearance of Earl Randyll. Even the mighty Robert Baratheon was eclipsed in front of him.

  And now, Viscount Brandon sees the shadow of his father in Samwell.

  With such a son, Randyll Tarly was willing to drive him out of the house?

  Viscount Brandon took a sip from his wine glass, took the opportunity to withdraw his thoughts, and said,

  "How is the development going? Are those savages in the Red Mountains difficult to deal with?"

  "Well, those savages are indeed a headache." Samwell waved and looked distressed, "There are too many prisoners, and I'm wondering how to arrange them."

  "Ahem..." Viscount Brandon choked when he heard Samwell's Versailles-like remarks.

  After he regained his breath, he asked,

  "How many prisoners did you capture?"

  "More than ten thousand."

  "How much?" Viscount Brandon thought he heard it wrong.

  "There should be more than 12,000 people. I fought two battles with the savages last month. Thanks to the favor of the Seven Gods, I won a complete victory. Therefore, the fourteen tribes near bleak Island have surrendered and the clansmen have also become my subjects."

  Viscount Brandon frowned, thinking that the other party was bragging, and his evaluation of him suddenly dropped a lot, but he still asked:

  "You have brough how many soldiers?"

  "The Tyrell family dispatched a hundred elite soldiers, and then I recruited more than a hundred new recruits myself. Oh, by the way, there is also this Todd Flower, who is also the hero of this development."

  Standing behind Samwell, Todd leaned slightly and saluted Viscount Brandon.

  Originally, when Viscount Brandon heard that Samwell had brought such a small number of people, and half of them were recruits, he felt even more convinced that the other party was bragging.

  But when he met Todd Flower, he was not sure again.

  Because he had heard of Todd Flower, and knew that he was the illegitimate son of Arbor Island and a knight loyal to the Tyrell family.

  Such a person should not help Samwell lie.

  But such a record still makes Viscount Brandon a little unbelievable.

  He thought that he had already overestimated this pioneering knight, but he didn't expect that the other party was even more powerful than he imagined.

  Could there be another Randyll Tarly in the Reach?

  Samwell seemed to see the suspicion in Viscount Brandon's eyes, so he winked at Cheman behind him.

  Cheman understood, immediately picked up the wooden box under his feet, and sent it to the long table in front of Viscount Brandon.

  "This is?"

  "This is a small gift from me."

  Viscount Brandon opened the wooden box, and then his eyes fixed on it.

  Because there is a human head in the box!

  Samwell explained: "This is the head of the leader of the Tiger tooth tribe."

  Sunflower City is just south of the Red Mountains, and Viscount Brandon certainly knows the most powerful tribe in the nearby mountains.

  Looking at the necklace of fangs placed next to the head, Viscount Brandon believed a little more in Samwell's previous remarks.

  "It seems that this pioneering work has taught the savages in this mountain area a painful lesson! I like this gift very much." Viscount Brandon said with a smile. After all, the other party has cleaned up these savages, and his territory can also avoid being harassed. .

  Samwell saw that the other party didn't understand what he really meant, so he added with a smile:

  "Master Viscount, have you forgotten? The chief of the tiger tooth tribe killed a Hightower member many years ago."

  "Oh?" Viscount Brandon was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to recall this old event, and the smile on his face suddenly became more eager, "I remembered! That's right, I led two hundred family soldiers to follow Earl Layton went to the red Mountains, trying to catch this savage who was stained with Hightower's blood. Unfortunately, those guys were like mice, hiding everywhere, and no trace's . Unexpectedly, they were killed by you! "

  Samwell smiled slightly, and said:

  "Because I am rushing to arbor Island, I would like to ask you to help send this head to Old Town and hand it over to the Hightower family."

  Although Samwell himself will go there soon , but he still chose to let Viscount Brandon pass it on his behalf.

  Because Viscount Brandon was a vassal of the Hightower family, the lord of Old Town, and he also participated in this matter back then. His handing over was equivalent to a gift, and he received two favors.

  Both the Hightowers and the Cuy have to thank him .

  "Of course no problem!" Viscount Brandon looked at Samwell with a more kind gaze.

  This is really a sensible young man!

  Brave, capable of fighting, and so sensible, Viscount Brandon really doesn't understand why the nobles of the reach think Samwell is a waste?

  Are they all blind?

  The more Viscount Brandon looked at Samwell, the more pleasing he became, and suddenly remembered that he had an unmarried daughter, and a thought came to his mind.

  "Sir Caesar, you must be tired from the long journey, why don't you take a rest first. I have already had someone prepare a dinner, and we will have dinner together later." Samwell looked at the smiling Viscount Brandon

 Secretly thinking that his gift was indeed delivered correctly, the next "investment pull" should be sure, so he stood up happily and said with a smile:

  "It's an honor!"

  [END]