Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 120 Arrival

   "What's this smell?"

  On the port, Natalie was still marveling at the majestic and huge city in front of her just now, but she suddenly covered her mouth and nose in the next second.

  Samwell said with a smile: "The smell of feces, sweat, garbage, and rot. If any city gathers half a million people, it will smell like this."

   "It's so scary..." Natalie suddenly lost her love for the first city in the Seven Kingdoms, and all the longing in her heart turned into light smoke in the pungent smell.

   "Don't worry, Miss Natalie." Hopper Redwyne comforted from the side, "This is the smell of those untouchables. Once you enter the Red Keep, it won't be like this."

  Samwell sneered: "The taste of the Red Castle is even worse."

   "Huh?" Natalie panicked even more.

   "How is that possible!" Hopper countered, "Sam, don't talk nonsense if you haven't been to the Red Keep."

  Samwell ignored him, turned around and went down the gangway.

  Natalie hurriedly followed: "Sam, what's the smell in the Red Castle? Why is it worse?"

   "Red Fort...that smells of lies and conspiracy."

  Natalie was taken aback, and immediately hugged Samwell's arms even tighter.

   A group of people left the port, walked through the crowded streets, and went straight to Aegon Hill.

  The bronze gate of the Red Keep was in sight, but Hobber Redwyne suddenly exclaimed:

   "Look, is that Miss Margery? She actually came to greet us in person!"

"It's really Miss Margery!" Horace Redwyne immediately straightened his chest on the horse, and at the same time secretly regretted that he didn't wear armor or a dress, and he was injured in the previous sea battle, and now his arms are hanging How embarrassing and embarrassing it is.

  Damn Euron Greyjoy!

   Horace cursed secretly, but still showed what he thought was the most charming smile on his face.

   When they came close, the two brothers got off their horses and saluted:

   "Miss Margery!"

Margaery is wearing a white pleated skirt today, tied with a golden ribbon at the waist, and a green cloak printed with rose patterns on her shoulders. Her soft brown curly hair is tied with a diamond-encrusted headband, but Still swaying mischievously in the wind.

   "Ser Horace, Sir Hobber, it's been a tough journey. Are you... in a fight?"

  The sweet smile of the duke's daughter made the two brothers ecstatic, and Horace hurriedly said loudly: "Yes, we encountered a group of pirates on the way, but we have already repelled them!"

   "Huh? There are still pirates? Are your injuries okay?"

   "It's just a minor injury." Horace wanted to move his injured hand to show that he was fine, but the severe pain from the wound made his face contort, making him look even more ridiculous.

   "That's good." Margaery pretended not to see Horace's bravado, passed the two brothers, and faced Samwell and Natalie behind.

   "Miss Natalie, you are so beautiful today!" Margaery gave Natalie a warm hug, and then kissed the little girl's pink cheek.

  Natalie didn't expect Margaery to be so enthusiastic, and she was a little at a loss for a while, her little face was flushed, and she quickly kissed back with a slightly awkward kiss:

   "Miss Margery, you are also very beautiful."

   "Sam, my knight." Margaery smiled and looked at Samwell again, stretching out her slender and white right hand in front of him.

   "Miss Margery." Samwell took Margery's hand and pressed a kiss between his fingers.

  Afterwards, Margaery turned to Samwell's right, took his arm naturally, and said:

   "Let's go, let's go into the castle and just tell me about your encounter with pirates."

   "Okay." Samwell nodded with a smile, and placed his left hand in front of Natalie.

  Natalie quickly grabbed her arm.

  So, under the envious eyes of the Redwyne brothers, Samwell led the two beautiful ladies from left to right, and walked into the gate of the Red Castle swaggeringly.

  …

   "Wow! Killed more than a dozen pirates with one sword! Sam, you're not bragging, are you?"

"Of course not!" Before Samwell could speak, Natalie defended him, "At that time, everyone on the deck saw that Lord Caesar was waving a long sword that was burning with fire, and he killed so many people at once. The pirates are all killed!"

   "Miss Natalie said so, it must be true." Margaret smiled sweetly at Natalie, instantly making the little girl's affection for her soar to the extreme.

Samwell smiled and said modestly: "Actually, that battle was thanks to the brave and skilled soldiers of the Redwyne family. Of course, there were two more fearless knights, Sir Horace, who fought against the pirate leader alone, and was honorably wounded." .”

   "Really? Sir Horace, you are so brave!" Margery turned her head to Horace at the right time.

  Horace immediately straightened his chest, and said loudly:

   "This is what I should do, Miss Margaery. It's a pity that Euron Greyjoy ran too fast, otherwise I would cut off his head and hang it on the top of King's Landing!"

   "I believe you can." Margaery smiled, and then she realized something, "Euron Greyjoy? Is he from the Iron Islands?"

   "Yes." Samwell took over the words, "However, Euron has been exiled by his brother, and the Iron Islands are still honest now, so there is no need to worry too much."

   "Well, then we have to report to His Majesty and ask him to order this person wanted!"

   "I will. By the way, is His Majesty in King's Landing?"

   "Not here. His Majesty has gone to Winterfell, counting the time, he should be back soon."

   "Winterfell..." Samwell chewed on the place name and smiled silently.

  Everything seems to be back to the original plot, as if the river of fate is still trying to get back on track under the correction of the original river course after hitting an unexpected reef.

  But Samwell knew that everything could not go back.

  The main plot has changed, even if some details are still the same, but it is already two stories.

  The next King’s Landing stage will be the trial of the “Red Viper”.

  Thinking of this, Samwell asked, "Have Prince Oberyn and the others come?"

   "Here we come. But... that Prince Oberyn goes to the Great Sept of Baelor every day, and it is said that he has been praying devoutly in front of the Rainbow Pool."

  Samwell blinked, thinking to himself which game is the Red Viper playing?

   Plead guilty?

Margaret said again: "Princess Arianne, however, has been visiting various nobles in King's Landing these days. She probably wants to help her uncle win contacts. In the future, someone will help speak out and clear up the suspicion. I guess, she will soon coming to us."

  Samwell smiled slightly, not knowing what he thought of.

  Through the front hall, the castle master arranged for servants to take the newly arrived nobles to their respective rooms.

  Samwell and the others bid farewell to Margaery, and made an appointment to go to the garden for afternoon tea after taking a break.

  Going back to the room, putting down and saluting, after washing up and putting on new clothes, Samwell went out.

  He didn't go to the garden immediately, but wandered casually in the Red Castle.

  This ancient castle is filled with a depressing and solemn atmosphere, and the walls made of light red rocks always have a fresh feeling, as if it is a living creature.

  Samwell lived at the northernmost corner of the Red Castle. At a glance, he could see the White Sword Tower, which was much higher than the outer wall. That was where the seven White Knights of the Kingsguard lived.

  As the king's personal guards, the Royal Guards represent the highest honor in the field of knights. They swear allegiance to the king, no fiefdoms, no wives, no children, and they only guard this oath all their lives.

  Of course, whether you can keep it or not is another matter...

   Go south a few steps and you will see the towering Prime Minister's Tower, which is where the former Prime Minister and the Hand of the King lived. Further south of the Prime Minister's Tower is Maegor's Tower, a tall building located in the center of the Red Castle surrounded by a moat filled with iron spikes and guarded by fully armed guards. It is a castle within a castle.

   It is also where the royal bedroom is located.

  Samwell was about to move on when he saw a familiar figure walking out of Maegor's Tower.

  He stopped and greeted enthusiastically:

   "Lord Petyr!"

   "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish froze for a moment, then showed a faint smile, and strode towards Samwell:

   "Baron Caesar! We meet again!"

"Yes, Lord Petyr, I'm so happy to see a familiar face here!" Samwell smiled sincerely, "I'm afraid you don't know, this is my first time in the Red Castle. The atmosphere here makes me flustered."

   "Haha, don't be nervous." Petyr enthusiastically put his arms around Samwell's shoulders, as if he was guiding his nephew, "I tell you, you only need to keep one thing in mind here, and then you will be fine."

   "Which point?" Samwell asked quickly.

  Petyr pointed to a red wall with many angels painted on it: "Do you see the eyes on it?"

   "I see."

   "Good, they saw us too."

  Samwell was stunned for a moment, but before he could ask any questions, Petyr pointed to the bushes where the insects were buzzing: "Have you heard their voices?"

   "I heard." Samwell seemed to understand.

   "They heard us too." Petyr showed a characteristic narrow smile, "Do you understand?"

   "I see, Lord Petyr. You mean, there are eyes and ears everywhere, right?"

"Smart!" Petyr nodded with satisfaction, "I knew you were a smart person the first time I saw you. As a result, you really shined in Starfall City, and your name was remembered by the entire Seven Kingdoms." .But I believe, Baron Yingzuiyu, this is by no means the end for you. You have a bright future!"

   "Thanks to your guidance and help." Samwell said respectfully.

   "Haha, who made our experiences so similar. Sam, if you have time, come and sit at my house, there are no extra eyes and ears, we can talk well."

   "Okay, Lord Petyr, I will definitely pay a visit when I have time."

   Petyr patted Samwell on the shoulder with a smile, and then drifted away.

  Samwell watched the other party's figure disappear outside the red wall, thinking secretly—

   Eyes and ears?

   Is this calling my attention to Varys the Octocod?

  (end of this chapter)