Chapter 188 Joffrey's Name Day Banquet

   "Master Ed, are we really going to that **** banquet?"

  The last Lord of 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 Ed 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 it was strange that Duke Ed Stark asked everyone to attend.

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

   Lord of Kahuo City, Earl Rickard Karstark said:

"Lord Ed, since the 'Red Viper' has been killed, Duke Jon Arryn's revenge has been counted, and there is no need for us to participate in the next war with Dorne, and the king is an idiot! If you ask me, let’s just withdraw our troops from the northern border.”

   These words immediately elicited a burst of echoes. It seems that most of the nobles in the northern border do not want to continue fighting.

"We really don't need to help the Iron Throne continue to fight Dorne." Duke Ed 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, This time the king's name day banquet, you also have to attend."

   All the nobles in the northern border were puzzled.

  Earl Jon Amber moved closer, winked and asked, "My lord, is someone threatening you? Don't worry, as long as you give an order..."

   "Enough." Duke Ed was a little helpless, so he had to reveal something, "All go to the banquet. At that time, I have something important to announce."

  All the northern nobles looked at each other before taking orders to leave.

  Duke Ed changed into his formal attire, and 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 Yingzuiyu who visited suddenly last night said to himself—

   "Master Ed, I have found the clues for the investigation mission you entrusted to me."

   Yes, that's the clue, that's the proof!

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

  Robert, Duke Eddard said silently in his heart, it's your turn.

  —————

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

  The red robe witch Melisandre asked.

  She is still so fiery, and her whole body exudes a fiery charm, but her eyes are extremely devout, which makes people dare not profane.

   "Didn't the omniscient and omnipotent true **** R'hllor tell you what I want to do?" Samwell was wearing a blue velvet dress.

  Today is the name day of King Joffrey, Sky and City will hold a grand banquet, not only to celebrate the king, but also to celebrate this "great" victory.

  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, the ruby ​​in her throat shone with her breath:

  “Not every little thing can be inspired by the true God.”

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

   "Compared with the horrors to come in the north, everything here is a trifle. Even this war is nothing more than a child's fight."

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

"Lord Caesar, do you know that in the far north, beyond the Great Wall of Impossibility, the ancient alien **** unknown to mortals is waking up. He is the **** of darkness, the soul of black ice, the **** of night and fear. Terrible and evil power Gathering, too powerful to fight against.

  The cold wind has blown, the winter and the long night are coming, and the white devil who cannot be killed will also come, unless the people of Westeros put aside the ridiculous disputes in front of them and spread the faith of the flaming red heart. "

"A ridiculous dispute?" Samwell sneered, but then sighed, "You are right, it is indeed a ridiculous dispute. But this is also the reality. Don't you think that just by your words, Westeros Will all the nobles and commoners gather under the belief of the Lord of Light?

  Let’s not talk about you, even if the King of Light really sent an oracle, how many people would believe it? So, Ms. Melisandre, I am grateful for your life-saving grace, and I believe that there will be great terror in 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 fasten 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 permeated over, with a trace of charm and 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 power of the Lord of Light."

  Samwell looked at Melisandre's fiery red eyes, but didn't speak.

  Melisandre confirmed her guess, and immediately put her whole body on it, her fragrant and warm breath hitting Samwell's face:

"Tell me who you want to kill? Then inject your fire of life into my body, and we can summon a servant of light to complete this task. And in the process, I will also bring you unprecedented joy 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" Lord Beric Dondarrion breathed the fire of life into the mouth of the dead Catelyn Tully, awakening Lady Stoneheart, but he himself died.

   And Stannis Baratheon, Duke of Dragonstone Island, became extremely weak after making a shadow killer with this red-robed girl.

   "It does make your flame weaker. But it has to be paid for. There is never a free lunch in the world."

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

  The man's refusal made Melisandre slightly astonished, but she quickly regained her composure: "Please tell me."

"follow me."

  Samwell took Melisandre out of the camp 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 Tully family. When the younger brother went to the rear of Dorne to harass him, he handed over the Horn Hill army to Sir Hale of the Hunter family.

  After seeing Samwell, this person immediately understood the purpose of coming, and took the initiative to bring him to Dickon's coffin.

"Thanks."

   "It is my honor." Sir Haile saluted respectfully, and then left.

  Samwell pointed to the coffin, and said to the red-robed 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?"

   "Exactly."

   "I can try." Melisandre was calm on the surface, but she was a little guilty in her heart, "The mighty power of the Lord of Light can indeed do it, but not everyone is lucky enough to be blessed by him."

  She used to cast resurrection, but never succeeded.

  But with the coming of the Red Comet, she felt her power is growing, and maybe this time she could succeed.

  Samwell looked at the red-robed witch who was slowly walking to his brother's coffin, praying secretly in his heart.

  Since the Lord of Light can resurrect "Lightning King" and "Lady Stoneheart", maybe he can also bring Dickon back from the dead.

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

   Countless echoes flicker in the light, with breathtaking power.

   After a long time, the prayer is 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 summon up the courage.

  Actually, Samwell didn’t have a good impression of this younger brother when he first time traveled.

   After all, his initial embarrassment was all due to the existence of Dickon.

  Of course, the original owner should bear great 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, a cheap brother.

  In the later getting along, Samwell gradually fell in love with this simple and honest boy who worshiped him wholeheartedly.

   also gradually regarded him as a real younger 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 want me to proclaim you a knight?"

   "How can there be a lying knight..."

  The tent became quiet, 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 Jon Royce, for the three hundred and forty-one warriors who died in the temple, and for the hundreds of thousands of warriors who died in vain."

  He turned around:

   "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.

  Out of the tent, Samwell packed up his mood and went straight to the sky and the city.

   At this time, the battlefield has been cleaned up, and the corpses are all burned together, but the bloodstains cannot be completely removed, leaving mottled marks on the ground and on the city walls, reminding people of what happened here just now.

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

  The spacious aisle is sprinkled with freshly picked rose petals, well-dressed waiters gracefully guide the guests, and musicians are 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 in the venue was relatively depressing, and the laughter on the faces of the nobles was more or less perfunctory.

  Going all the way, Samwell saw the king sitting on the stage.

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

The Queen 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 left of the king is empty, with a cushion embroidered with golden roses on it, implying that this is a seat for the future queen.

   But the future queen was not there.

  Samwell paused slightly, looking around for Margaery Tyrell.

   but never found.

   Instead, he saw Duke Mace Tyrell was sweating profusely, talking to the attendants beside him in panic.

   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 of this chapter)