Chapter 216 Exile

 “Hahahahahaha!”

An almost maniacal smile echoed in the forest, dispelling the almost stagnant atmosphere.

All the Riverside nobles were still immersed in the shock of the Duke of Highgarden being forced to bow his head and admit his mistake by a little baron. At this time, they were awakened by laughter and found out that it was the "Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister who was laughing on his horse. Lean forward and fall backward.

 “You’re laughing me to death! You’re laughing me to death! Can’t you Hebend people even tell the difference between a horse and a deer? Hahahaha…”

 Samwell said: "Is it so funny? Kingslayer."

"Isn't it funny?" James covered his stomach with his remaining left hand, still laughing, "I actually saw a lie being twisted into the truth with my own eyes. You people from the River Bend are amazing! Mr. Inflatable Fish, you will never Are you really going to ride that deer? Then I suggest you change to a better saddle, oh no, a deer saddle. Hahahahaha..."

The Duke of Metz's face was red and he lowered his head in silence, as if he had made up his mind to become an ostrich.

 Samwell retorted:

"Kingslayer, how many lies have you spun yourself? Whose heirs are Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen? Who pushed Bran Stark off the tower in Winterfell? Do you dare to tell the truth?"

James' smile suddenly solidified on his face.

 Actually, the former is okay. He has long wanted to make the truth public, but his father and sister have always been reluctant to part with the Iron Throne.

 But the latter…

 How did he know?

James was suddenly extremely frightened.

The sin hidden in his heart was actually exposed in public, which gave him the illusion of being exposed to the sun without any clothes on.

 The gazes cast by everyone were like big hands, constantly peeling off his remaining self-esteem and pride. He was unable to resist, and could only let his ugliness and despicability be torn open like a **** wound.

"Kingslayer? Why don't you speak?" Samwell asked, "I heard that there is a "White Canon" treasured in the White Sword Tower of the Red Keep of King's Landing, which records every person who has guarded the throne in the past three hundred years. The exploits of the White Knight of the Kingsguard of the Seven Kingdoms. Kingslayer, what do you think will be written on your page?"

James lowered his head, his slightly messy long hair covering his face.

“Ser Jaime of House Lannister,” Samwell continued, his voice as loud as a bell, as if his heavenly father were pronouncing judgment.

“The eldest son of Lord Tywin Lannister and Lady Joanna of Casterly Rock. In his youth, he served as squire to Lord Sumner Craych and followed him to eliminate the Kingswood Brotherhood.

At the age of fifteen, he was knighted by Ser Arthur Dayne of the Kingsguard for his bravery in battle. In the same year, he was promoted to the Kingsguard by King Aerys Targaryen II and became a White Knight.

 When King's Landing fell, he killed the king under the Iron Throne, thus earning the title "Regicide".

 Then, "regicide", how should I write it next? "

James didn't speak. He was suddenly horrified to find that his life was so poor, empty, and even ugly.

 “I’ll tell you how to write it.” Samwell smiled coldly and continued,

　　“Later pardoned by Robert Baratheon I, he continued to serve as the Kingsguard, but he had an affair with Queen Cersei Lannister and gave birth to three evil offspring who usurped the Iron Throne.

　　During his visit to Winterfell with King Robert, he personally pushed Bran, a young boy from the Stark family, off the tower due to the discovery of a sister-brother affair, causing him to become paralyzed.

Later, he followed the false king Joffrey to fight in Dorne, and his right hand was chopped off by Samwell Caesar in the city of Heaven and City. From then on, he became a useless person who dared not draw his sword..."

 “Shut up!” James suddenly roared angrily, “Caesar! Shut up!”

"You want me to shut up? Yes, don't use weak words, use your sword." Samwell challenged.

James' left hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword, but he never pulled it out.

His body began to tremble, and the extremely terrifying and blazing sword from Tianji City flashed in his mind.

 Countless times after dreaming back at midnight, James's heart was filled with fear.

 He didn't know how to take such a sword.

That sword is not something that a mortal can stop!

Especially since he only has his left hand now...

how to spell?

 He never thought that one day he would not dare to draw his sword.

But if he never dared to draw his sword from now on, what would he become?

 A corpse wearing a white robe?

"Kingslayer!" Samwell challenged again, "Have you really become a useless person who dare not draw his sword?"

 “Caesar!” Jaime Lannister finally drew his sword, “I will kill you!”

 Samwell took a step forward expressionlessly, and drew out the giant sword [Dawn] from behind.

The milky-white sword body showed red and gold lines the moment it was unsheathed, and followed Samwell's hands holding the sword, covering his arms, chest, and even face.

The dense red and gold lines seemed to be wearing a close-fitting armor on him, and they were also like spells passed down from ancient times, making people afraid to look directly at them.

 “Jaime Lannister!” Samwell held the sword in both hands and spoke in a stern voice like a god, “In the name of the Seven Gods, I will judge your sins!

 The crime of regicide! The crime of fornication! The crime of a crippled child!

 If you are guilty, please give me strength from the Seven Gods!

 If you are not guilty, please ask the Seven Gods to deprive me of everything! "

As soon as he finished speaking, the great sword in Samwell's hand burst into brilliant colors, like flames, like the setting sun, like molten gold, like the brilliance of a god, which was breathtaking.

James held the sword in his left hand and charged forward with an almost heroic gesture.

 In the blazing light, Jaime seemed to have returned to the day when King's Landing fell.

 He ​​sat high on the Iron Throne, with the body of "Mad King" Aerys at his feet. The afterglow of the setting sun spread across the ground through the narrow high windows of the Red Castle, and the entire throne room was soaked in blood red.

The giant dragon skull hanging high on the wall stared at him coldly with empty eyes open.

Watching his downfall.

 The vision was filled with burning fire, like blood pouring up, and James couldn't breathe.

 “Caesar! Kill me!”

James roared wildly and rushed into the fire without hesitation, as if to welcome his own salvation.

 He closed his eyes, and the beautiful face of his sister Cersei appeared in front of him.

The fire engulfed his long sword, and the broken steel melted almost instantly.

Scorching heat rushed to my face, like a kiss from my sister Cersei.

 It was irresistible to James.

 But alas, the heat ended abruptly.

James opened his eyes in confusion and saw the flaming giant sword stopped in front of him, only a few inches away from his skin.

Just as he was about to speak, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

 Samwell kicked Jaime and bent him down, then hit him on the back with the sword.

　　Bang!

James fell to the ground in embarrassment and cursed:

 "Caesar! Do you dare to kill me! Do you dare..."

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　　Samwell put his foot on Jaime's head and crushed his face into the dirt.

"The gods have condemned you." Samwell said, holding a glowing red sword, "but the gods are also merciful. They decided to send you to the Wall to become a night watchman to atone for your sins."

"Ser Egon Levell." Samwell called the captain of the Highgarden Guards by name and ordered naturally, "Send someone to **** the Kingslayer to the Wall. Remember to take the sea route and don't let the Lannister family Someone stopped me."

 “Yes!” Ser Aigon responded subconsciously.

But then, he reacted and went to see his prince, the Duke of Metz.

The inflatable fish was so frightened that even the horse could hardly sit still, and its fat body huddled up like a quail.

He actually didn't react at all to Samwell's overriding orders.

 Ser Aigon was extremely disappointed, and finally stepped forward and grabbed Jaime's collar, dragging him out.

James’ face was covered with dirt, his hair was disheveled, and he still kept yelling and cursing:

 “Caesar! Kill me if you dare! Kill me!”

The nobles in the river bay looked at this scene with extremely complicated emotions.

 Some were secretly applauding, and some were worried.

The order to **** the Kingslayer to guard the Wall completely announced that the Reach had chosen to stand against the Lannister family.

 And not only that.

 Master Inflatable Fish's silence also caused his prestige in the hearts of the river bend nobles to plummet.

If there were still many nobles who had expectations for the Tyrell family before, but after today's hunting party, they have already recognized the fact.

 The essence of the power struggle is the struggle for the right to speak.

 But in the Reach today, it is no longer the inflatable fish that has the final say.

 A young king has already shown his prowess and ambition.

Under the gaze of hundreds of riverside nobles, Samwell Caesar stood with his sword in his hand, beside him was a kneeling white-ringed stag, and above his head was a dragon flying and neighing.

 The afternoon sun was bright and dazzling, shining on the tall and erect baron, as if giving him a divine halo.

This highly symbolic scene was fixed in the hearts of the River Bend nobles and became a memory they would never forget.

 (End of this chapter)