Chapter 188 Joffrey’s Name Day Party

"Lord Ed, are we really going to that bullshit party?"

The rough voice of Lord Jon Umber, the last Lord of Hearth City, echoed in the camp.

In fact, his loud voice was no longer limited to one camp, and was probably heard by most of the camp.

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 need to be there."

In fact, none of the northern nobles wanted to attend the banquet, but strangely, Duke Eddard Stark asked everyone to attend.

It was as if he was not the one who had a falling out with the king that day.

Lord of Kahor City, Count Rickard Karstark said:

"Lord Ed, now that the Red Viper has been killed, Duke Jon Arryn's revenge has been settled. There is actually no need for us to participate in the next war with Dorne, and the king is a bullshit guy!

If you ask me, we in the north should simply withdraw our troops."

These words immediately attracted a chorus of agreement, and it seemed that most of the northern nobles did not want to continue the fight.

"We really don't need to help the Iron Throne continue to fight Dorne." Duke Ed first agreed with Count Rickard's point of view, but then changed the subject, "But there is no rush to withdraw the troops. I still have things to do. Moreover,

You all will also attend this king’s name day party.”

All the northern nobles looked puzzled.

Earl Jon Amber came closer and asked with a wink: "My lord, is someone threatening you? Don't worry, as long as you give the order..."

"That's enough." Duke Ed was a little helpless and had to reveal a little, "Let's all go to the banquet. I will announce something important by then."

All the northern nobles looked at each other and then took the order to leave.

Duke Eddard changed into his attire and held the book "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 Yingzui Island who suddenly visited last night said to him——

"Sir Ed, I have found clues to the investigation mission you assigned me."

Yes, this is the clue, this is the proof!

Duke Eddard opened the pages of the book and once again confirmed that the markings on them were accurate.

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

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

asked the red witch Melisandre.

She was still so red, and her whole body exuded a fiery charm, but her eyes were so pious that no one dared to blaspheme.

"Didn't R'hllor, the all-knowing and all-powerful god, tell you what I was going to do?" Samwell was wearing a blue velvet dress.

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

For such a grand ceremony, Samwell was also going to give the king a big gift to repay the king for his previous care.

Melisandre looked at Samwell quietly, the ruby ​​in her throat shining 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 nothing but trivial matters. Even this war is nothing more than children's play."

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

"Lord Caesar, do you know that in the far north, beyond the Great Wall, the ancient god unknown to mortals is awakening. He is the God of Darkness, the Soul of Black Ice, the God of Night and Fear. A terrifying and evil force.

They are gathering together and are so powerful that it is difficult to compete.

The cold wind has begun to blow, winter and the long night are coming, and so is the unkillable white devil, unless the people of Westeros put aside their ridiculous disputes and stand up for their faith in the flaming heart."

"A ridiculous dispute?" Samwell sneered, but then sighed, "You are right, this is indeed a ridiculous dispute. But it is also reality. Do you think that just based on your words, Westeros will be defeated?"

Will all the nobles and common people gather under the faith of the Lord of Light?

Forget about you, even if the Lord of Light really sends down the oracle, how many people will believe it? So, Ms. Melisandre, I am grateful for your life-saving grace, and I also believe what you said about the great terror in the north.

It's coming, but I have my own plan on how to deal with it."

"Then let me help you." Melisandre reached out and helped Samwell button 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 on Samwell's throat, and a warm heat penetrated, with a hint of charm and a hint of desire:

"I saw the beating flames in your eyes. You are angry and you want to kill someone. Tell me, who do you want to kill? I can help you with the power of magic, the power of the King of Light."

Samwell looked into Melisandre's fiery red eyes and said nothing.

Melisandre confirmed her guess, and immediately she leaned forward, and the fragrant and warm breath from her mouth hit 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, Lord Beric Dondarrion, the "Lightning King", breathed the fire of life into the mouth of the dead Catelyn Tully, awakening Lady Stoneheart, but he died.

The Duke of Dragonstone, Stannis Baratheon, also became extremely weak after he and the red-robed girl created the Shadow Killer.

"It does make your flame weaker. But this is a necessary price. There is never a free lunch in the world."

"Then I'd better do it myself." Samwell pushed Melisandre away gently, "However, there is another thing that I hope to get your help with."

Melisandre was slightly stunned by the man's rejection, but she quickly regained her composure: "Please tell me."

"follow me."

Samwell took Melisandre out of the camp and went straight to the Horn Hill army camp.

"Lord Caesar." Ser Hale Hunter received Samwell.

The Hunter family is a vassal of the Tully family. When his younger brother went to raid the rear of Dorne, he handed over the army of Horn Hill to the command of Sir Hale of the Hunter family.

When this man saw Samwell, he immediately understood his purpose and took the initiative to bring him to Dickon's coffin.

"Thanks."

"It's my honor." Sir Hale bowed 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?"

"That's right."

"I can give it a try." Melisandre looked calm on the surface, but actually she felt a little guilty in her heart. "The King of Light's power can indeed do it, but not everyone is lucky enough to be blessed by Him."

She has cast resurrection spells before, but has never succeeded.

But as the red comet is approaching, she feels that her strength is increasing, and maybe she can succeed this time.

Samwell looked at the red-robed witch who slowly walked to his brother's coffin and prayed secretly in his heart.

Since the Lord of Light can resurrect the "Lightning King" and "Mrs. Stoneheart", he may also be able to bring Dickon back to life.

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

Countless echoes flickered in and out of the light, carrying a breathtaking power.

After a long time, the prayer was completed.

But the miracle didn't happen.

"Sorry." Melisandre's eyes dimmed and she walked out of the tent slightly disappointed.

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 brother, but he could never muster the courage.

In fact, when he first traveled through time, Samwell didn't have a good impression of this younger brother.

After all, his initial embarrassing situation was all due to Dickon's existence.

Of course, if the original owner fails to live up to his expectations, he must bear a great deal of responsibility.

Samwell didn't resent Dickon, he just regarded him as a stranger who was related to him by blood.

It was not until the Battle of Starfall City that Lord Randyll came to help him with all his strength that Samwell felt a sense of belonging to the Tully family.

Therefore, he accepted Dickon, the cheap younger brother.

After getting along with each other, Samwell gradually fell in love with this simple and honest big boy who worshiped him wholeheartedly.
To be continued...