Chapter 107

Chapter 107 The Armored Knight

  As night fell, the banquet hall of the Dayne family castle brightly lit with candles.

  The "generous" Lady Natalie hosted a banquet here for the distinguished guests.

  Samwell specially put on the baronial gown that he just got. The exquisite tailoring and the high-quality silk material highlighted his tall and straight figure. The red velvet pom pom is dignified its solemnity, and appealed majestic in its seriousness.

  So when the young Baron Of Eagle island stepped into the hall, he immediately attracted many fiery eyes.

  The noble ladies present almost jumped on him when they remembered this person achieved a glorious victory, and that has faintly controlled the power of Starfall City...

  "Sam!" Margaery Tyrell waved at the young baron.

  The corners of Samwell's mouth turned up slightly. One must know that the duke daughter would not have greeted him so unreservedly at the banquet before.

  But after the Starfall City War, he could feel that Margaery attitude was obviously more closer than before.

  Of course, he also knew that he was still far away from truly winning the favor of "Highgarden Rose".

  Margaery's move was just to win over a promising vassal.

  "Lady Margaery." Samwell stepped forward and bowed in salute, "Your beauty makes all the stars eclipsed tonight."

  This is not bragging.

  Margaery was really beautiful tonight. She was wearing a dignified and elegant palace dress. The design revealing waist and back highlighted the charm of this girl within a suitable range. A drop-shaped amethyst necklace hangs in front of her elegant and slender neck. The almost perfect and delicate face coupled with the eyes that are as bright as water perfectly blend noble, pure and charming temperament together.

  Margaery smiled sweetly, and was about to return the praise when she heard another voice next to her ear:

  "No one can overshadow the light of the stars, Sir Caesar."

  Margaery turned her head, and saw Princess Arianne approaching her side at some point.

  The Dorne princess was wearing a deep red close-fitting long dress, and her whole body was like a burning flame. Her sexy eyes and graceful figure were enough to ignite a fire in the hearts of all men.

  "Princess." Margaery felt threatened instinctively, "The one in front of you is no longer a knight, but Baron of Eagle island. You can call him Lord Baron, or Lord Caesar."

"Sam."

Arianne chose the most affectionate address, "You haven't paid your respects to Lord Jon, have you? Come, I'll take you there."

  Saying that, she stretched out her hand to hold Samwell's arm.

  Samwell hurriedly took the opportunity to stop the passing waiter and avoided Arianne's hand without a trace. He took out three wine glasses from the waiter's tray, stuffed a glass for each of the two women in front of him, and said,

"Please!! , Tonight's starlight, cheers!"

  But when he drank the wine in his glass, he found that the two women in front of him were just holding wine glasses, looking at him with half-smiles.

  Samwell cursed secretly, and was thinking about how to get out, when he saw a figure walking in the door—Natalie Dayne .

  "Ha! The master is here, I'm going to say hello."

  Without waiting for a response, he walked quickly to the door.

  Natalie was also dressed up tonight. She was dressed in a bright yellow dress, which looked noble and cute, but the little girl was obviously not used to this kind of complicated and bloated dress, and her walking posture was a bit stiff.

  However, this youthfulness and the weakness in her eyes can easily arouse the man's desire for protection.

  "Lady Natalie, your beauty eclipses all the stars tonight." Samwell repeated what he had just praised Margaery without shame.

  "Sam...Lord Caesar." Natalie saw that Samwell seemed to have seen a savior, but under the gaze of many eyes, she still tried to maintain her restraint, "You are also tonight... well, your face is radiant. "

Get her a rhetoric teacher.

  Samwell stretched out his arm for the little girl to hold, and said,

  "Let's go, let's go to see Lord Jon. Also, remember next time, as the Lady, you should arrive earlier."

  "Oh." Natalie whispered and muttered, "I actually went to look for you just now, but you were not here..."

  "What did you say?" Samwell didn't hear clearly.

  "It's nothing."

  The two came to the center of the hall, where Duke Jon was talking with Earl Randyll and Ser Alekyne .

  This was the first time Samwell saw the most powerful old man in the Seven Kingdoms, and he felt a little disappointed.

  Because Duke Jon really doesn't have the regal or aura of the Hand of the king, just like an ordinary old man next door.

  Moreover, He don't know if he is not in good health, or he is too tired from the long journey, that he still needs the help of a maid to walk around .

  Huh? That woman doesn't look like a maid.

  "Who is the woman supporting Duke Jon?" Samwell asked in Natalie's ear.

  "Oh, that's the Duchess."

  Lysa Tully?

  Samwell's face changed slightly, and he suddenly stopped.

  "What's wrong?" Natalie asked puzzled.

  At this moment, there was a commotion at the door.

  Everyone looked back and was dumbfounded.

  Because, unexpectedly, a knight in full armor walked into the banquet hall!

Boom! Boom! Boom! ...

  The sound of heavy footsteps seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts, making them feel chills in their hearts.

  Especially when they saw the naked eyes of the armored knight, which were like poisonous snakes.

  However, no one dared to step forward to stop it, because the pattern of the blazing sun halberd on the chest of the armor had already announced the identity of the person who came——

  "Red Viper" Prince Oberyn Martell.

  Boom!

  Prince Oberyn stood still about ten steps away from Duke Jon, and smashed the spear in his hand to the ground.

  This spear was eight feet tall and taller than a human being. The leaf-shaped spearhead shone with a cold black light. No one would doubt that it was covered with a blood-sucking throat-sealing poison.

  "Jon Arryn!"

  Prince Oberyn yelled aggressively,

  "Today, I will personally take the justice that belongs to the Martell family!"

The resounding voice echoed in the hall, drowning the originally cheerful atmosphere instantly go down.

  Everyone was silent, they were all stunned by Prince Oberyn's actions.

  Princess Arianne watched her uncle's actions, but did not step forward to stop.

  Because she had already learned of her uncle's plan.

  In this upcoming negotiation, Dorne actually has no bargaining chips, after all, they lost.

  What cannot be obtained on the battlefield is even more difficult to obtain on the negotiating table.

  And her father, Prince Doran, does not intend to continue the fight, which makes Dorne's current situation very embarrassing.

  If the people of Reach knew about this, they would definitely wantonly suppress Dorne at the negotiating table.

  Therefore, in order to show toughness and force Jon Arryn and the Reach Nobles to make appropriate concessions, Prince Oberyn planned this "performance".

  Duke Jon looked at the menacing Prince Oberyn, his face remained unchanged.

  The old Hand of king straightened up suddenly, finally showing the majesty he should have as the hand of the king in charge of the power of the Seven Kingdoms.

  He met Prince Oberyn's gaze without any fear, stepped forward a few steps, and asked in an old but powerful voice:

  "Oberon, what kind of fairness do you want?"

  Prince Oberyn raised his spear in a snap , pointed at Duke Jon with a dark spear:

  "Thirteen years ago, you came to Dorne, for the sake of the so-called peace, but forced our Martell family to swallow the unfair bitter fruit. Today, you came again, But this time, I will not easily give in to your so-called peace!"

  Duke Jon smiled slightly: "You haven't heard about my peace plan, how do you know it's unfair to Dorne?"

  "Then you tell me Your peace plan." Prince Oberyn said coldly, "I hold my spear and armour, and listen!"

  Samwell looked at the scene in front of him, and realized why Prince Oberyn was acting.

  This "Red Viper" deliberately put on a frantic posture that would not give up.

  Facing such a dangerous lunatic, if Duke Jon wanted to calm down this dispute, he might have to consider giving Dorne some dignity.

  It has to be said that Prince Oberyn may seem reckless, but in fact there are subtleties in his roughness, and he is not really a reckless person.

  "The peace plan is just to sit down, ahem, let's talk together." Duke Jon really began to try to appease the armored knight in front of him, "Ahem, I actually have some ideas, ahem, I am going to talk, ahem, Tell me, cough cough..."

  Duke Jon coughed suddenly as he spoke, and the cough became worse and worse, until finally he couldn't straighten up.

  "Lord, are tou okay!?" Lady Lysa hurried forward to support her husband.

  "Cough cough cough... I didn't... cough cough... nothing... cough cough cough..."

  "He must have choked." Prince Oberyn kindly reminded.

  As soon as the words fell, Duke Jon suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground with a plop.

  Lady Lysa let out a terrified scream. Kneeling beside her husband, she shook his body vigorously, then raised her head suddenly, pointed at Prince Oberyn, and shouted at the top of her voice, "It was you! You killed him!! It was you who poisoned him!"

  This sudden change was like a boulder falling into a calm lake, and the banquet hall exploded in an instant.

  But Samwell stood there motionless, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, he felt chills all over his body.

  Shouts, screams, accusations, and howls... seemed to be very far away from him, like a world away.

  He watched Jon Arryn vomit blood, watched Earl Randyll calling out to the guards, watched Sir Alekyne roaring angrily, watched Prince Oberyn try his best to explain, watched Lady Lysa distraught…

 Everyone was terrified, angry, and at loss...

  The world was spinning, the light and shadow were fragmented, and the banquet hall seemed to be a theater stage, full of lifelike puppets.

  Their movements were stiff, as if they were being pulled by invisible threads.

  And in the darkness where the stage lights couldn't reach, a pair of gray-green eyes were quietly watching all this.

  The deep fog obscured the breath of conspiracy, but there was still a mocking voice, as if telling the biggest mystery in this game of power:

"Chaos is the ladder."

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