Chapter 47

No one expected that the protagonist of this banquet was neither the beautiful Miss Margaery nor the honorable Duke Renly, but a new wine—

  brandy.

  Almost every guest who had tasted the brandy was full of praise for it. Unfortunately, because it has not yet been mass-produced, Samwell did not bring much wine this time, and everything disappeared before finishing a round of drinking.

  This kind of seeking but not meeting coincides with the true meaning of "hunger marketing", and instead made everyone's desire for brandy stronger.

  So, a circle of nobles surrounded Samwell and directly discussed with him about the purchase of brandy.

  Faced with the enthusiasm of the crowd, Samwell remained calm, and said that he had reached a sales agreement with the Hightower family, and that if they wanted to buy brandy, they could go directly contact Sir Baylor.

  Although direct sales can make more profits, Samwell is very clear that he does not have the ability and time to organize caravans to expand sales channels. More importantly, the profits of brandy are too attractive and will definitely attract coveted eyes. So he had to share part of the benefits and win over a strong enough partner.

  The Hightower family is one such character now.

  Looking at Earl Layton and Sir Baylor surrounded by the crowd, Samwell stood aside with a glass of wine and smiled brightly.

  But then, he felt a pang of hunger—well, he actually forgot something.

  Samwell handed the empty wine glass to the waiter, asked for another silver plate, and walked to the long table in the front row of the hall.

  Looking at the delicacies on the table, Samwell's eyes did not stop, but with a quick glance.

  He saw golden tail shrimp!

  Samwell was overjoyed.

  Although the effectiveness of the goldentail shrimp has declined to an extremely low level with the improvement of the strength attribute, but the accumulation of a little makes a lot, and this is self-service, how much he eats is paid by the Hightower family, how could he miss it.

  So, Samwell simply stood beside the plate where the goldentail shrimp was placed, and ate it as soon as he took it, and then again took it after eating... completely ignoring all the strange eyes cast around him.

  Things like wind reviews are extremely changeable.

  Once he was the useless eldest son of the Tarly family, but now when he gained a foothold in the Red Mountains, he became a young and promising Sir Caesar.

  If one day he can sit on the Iron Throne, then he will be King Caesar!

  At that time, all his unbearable, embarrassing, and difficult times will disappear under the more dazzling legendary light.

  Seeing his lord's behavior, Todd Flower couldn't help but quietly hid in the corner of the hall, but the bumpkin Cheman followed suit and stood by the long table with a plate, taking it as he ate.

  This young savage has never eaten so much delicious food in his life, how could he let it go so easily.

  Just as the pair of master and servant were feasting like no one else, the melodious sound of the harp sounded slowly, kicking off the prelude to the dance.

  Samwell remained standing still.

  He didn't know how to dance in his previous life. Although the original owner had received dance education when he was a child, but because he was too fat and cowardly, he didn't practiced it for too long, and was already unfamiliar with it.

  As for Cheman , it was even more impossible for him to jump. This guy saw that his lord had been staring at the golden tail shrimp, so he came over out of curiosity, wanting to try one, but was frightened away by Samwell's protective eyes.

  At this time, many men and women in the hall have already found their partners, and they were walking to the dance floor hand in hand, and began to dance lightly.

  The most distinguished Duke Renly walked towards Miss Margaery, who was the most eye-catching. It seemed that he was going to invite the "Rose of Highgarden" to dance with him, but he didn't expect that just halfway there, a girl in the purple evening dress stopped directly in front of Duke Renly.

  Lord Renly had no choice but to hold the girl's hand and walk onto the dance floor.

  Samwell was wondering which family's eldest lady dared to compete with "The Rose of Highgarden" for the limelight, and then he saw Sir Baylor with a slightly embarrassed face.

  It seemed to be his daughter, so no wonder.

  The eldest granddaughter of Earl Layton really has the confidence to rob Margaery of a man, not to mention that she is still in the Hightower .

  However as Duke Renly was intercepted, so it became very difficult to find a suitable person to invite Margaery to the first dance. Originally, Loras could come to help his sister out, but he already had partner.

  Therefore, the most dazzling girl in the audience, at this time, was actually standing alone , and she was about to miss the first dance song.

  Samwell looked at the group of young male nobles who were eager to try, but never dared to step forward for fear of being rejected, curled their his in disdain, and said in a low voice:

  "A bunch of cowards."

  After finishing speaking, he put down the dinner plate, and under everyone gaze's walked towards Margaery .

  As a knight of the Tyrell family, Samwell felt it was his duty to help the beautiful Miss Margaery eliminate her embarrassment.

  Even if he himself is not good at dancing.

  Yes, that's how dedicated it is!

  "Miss Margaery , may I have the honor to invite you to dance for the first song?"

  Margery looked at Samwell who was bowing to her, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, finally someone came, otherwise it would be really disappointing. How embarrassing it would be for her to end up as a field that no one cared about.

  "Of course, my knight."

  Margaery smiled sweetly, and placed her slender hand in Samwell's big hand, allowing the other party to lead her into the center of the dance floor.

  After standing still and posing, Samwell suddenly whispered in the girl's ear:

  "I'll tell you a secret, I'm not very good at dancing."

  "Ah?" Margaery was stunned for a moment, and then said helplessly, "It's okay, I'll lead you."

  After speaking, she began to teach Samwell how to walk, how to listen to the rhythm of the music, how to maintain his posture... and most importantly, how not to step on her feet!

  The two did stumble at first, but as Samwell gradually picked up the memories of the original owner's childhood, the dance steps became much smoother.

  Although it still can't be called graceful, at least he won't step on Miss Margery's feet anymore.

  Several black footprints had already been left on those delicate red high heels.

  "How is it? Am I a fast learner?" Samwell spun on the dance floor with the beautiful girl in his arms, feeling really proud.

  "It's not bad." Margaery puffed her cheeks and said angrily, "If you tried to learn dance with the enthusiasm of dealing with goldentail shrimp, you will definitely be faster."

Samwell laughed and did not argue , just led the girl to do a rather difficult lock-step rotation, which caused Margaery to let out a soft cry.

  After recovering, Margaery glared at Samwell.

  Unfortunately, there is no mistake.

  The cooperation between the two became more and more tacit, and Margaery was finally able to show her charm to the fullest.

  Smart and elegant dance steps, graceful figure, and bright and beautiful appearance, even if she is dragged down by a clumsy partner, she still made her the focus of the hall again.

  It caused those noble youths who were hesitant to come up to invite dancers to beat their feet and chests even more .

  After another sway, Margaery suddenly said, "Sam, in fact, the Tyrell family can also help you sell brandy."

The corners of Samwell's mouth curled up slightly, but he said,

  "What? I'm sorry, Miss Margery , I didn't hear clearly just now."

  Margaery had no choice but to repeat.

  "I'm really sorry, Miss Margery, but I have already signed a contract with the Hightower family, and it's an exclusive sales contract, so..." Samwell looked embarrassed.

  Although there is no such thing at all, and it is impossible for him to sign such an exclusive sales contract, whether it is to prevent monopoly or to spread risks, but negotiations must always have some leverage.

  If not, then something will be created out of nothing...

  Margaret frowned slightly upon hearing this.

  Samwell said again:

  "Of course, for the sake of the Tyrell family, I can negotiate with Earl Layton to re-sign the contract, but..."

  "But what?"

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