The next morning.

Samwell opened his eyes and saw Margaery's bright and pretty face.

The girl in his arms has not yet woken up, and her tender and smooth skin feels so good that Samwell can't put it down.

The man's mischief woke up Margaery. Their eyes met, and both of them felt a strange emotion welling up in their hearts.

"Good morning, my knight." Margaery smiled, as beautiful as the morning dew.

"Good morning, my rose." Samwell also laughed, then moved forward to capture the girl's pink lips.

After lingering for a while, Margery finally gently pushed the man away.

The girl was just beginning her career, but she still couldn't bear the wanton whipping.

Samwell got up from the bed, picked up the scattered clothes on the floor, and handed them to Margaery.

Margery thanked her sweetly, and then asked while getting dressed:

"Sam, are you willing to come back to Highgarden with me?"

It seemed that it still couldn't be eaten directly. Samwell touched his chin, thinking that he might have to make soup from dragon bones to feed Cleopatra.

Fortunately, two more baby dragons hatched from the dragon egg—Vhagar and Meraxes.

Cleopatra flapped her wings and neighed softly, not knowing whether she recognized any of the bones.

The remaining five bodies are still as crystal clear as black agate, shining with a strange and beautiful light.

The Targaryen family fled to Dragonstone before the end of Valyria and hunkered down on the island for hundreds of years before embarking on their journey to conquer the continent of Westeros.

This "Rose of Highgarden" is the only daughter of the Duke of Mace. After marrying her, Samwell immediately became an important noble in the Reach.

Quite strong.

This is not only disrespectful to Margaery, but also a huge waste of her identity.

Cleopatra flapped her wings, stirring the air around her and emitting bursts of hot smoke, but after taking a sip of soup, she suddenly became quiet.

If Samwell wants to rely on the white dragon to conquer the Seven Kingdoms in the short term, it is obviously impossible.

Samwell walked up to a dark and crystal-clear skull, picked it up and brought it to Cleopatra's mouth, seducing him in a child-like tone:

Finally, it stopped making trouble and hung quietly around Samwell's neck.

He didn't want to spend so much effort to acquire a dragon, only to end up raising it for his grandson's grandson.

Samwell nodded, looking confident: "Tell the people that after fifteen days, everyone can cash in their work points."

If his lord can marry the "Rose of Highgarden", then the future of Yingzui Island will be extremely bright.

Cleopatra retracted her head and neighed in grievance.

"Not bad." Samwell smiled, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

In anger, Bailong spit out another mouthful of flames, wrapping the skull in front of him in it.

But perhaps because of the dragon bone soup she had just drank, Cleopatra felt a similar temptation from these remains, so she tried to open her mouth and take a bite.

Unless he has a way to accelerate Bailong's growth.

Samwell had to go back to wash his face and change his clothes before going to the restaurant to eat.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that Samwell walked out of the room with great pride.

"Are you praising me or scolding me?" Samwell deliberately pretended to be angry, grabbed Margaery's slender waist, and slapped her on the erection gently.

In fact, Samwell originally planned to go to Highgarden. After all, he couldn't really elope with the Duke's daughter.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere became ambiguous again.

The next second, the two hugged each other and started chewing.

Didn't bite...

"Oh? Lady Olenna likes me so much?"

Although Samwell also got a white dragon, it was still too young to ride. The flames it could spit out could only deal with a few people at most.

But in the blazing dragon flames, the skull became more crystal clear, like the night sky shining with stars.

Gavin wished Samwell and Margaery could get married where they were.

Margaery didn't know what she was thinking of, so she chuckled and said, "Grandma has long said that you are cunning and cunning, and you will definitely achieve a great career in the future."

I hope this method can really accelerate the growth of Bailong.

Looking at Cleopatra who drank the dragon bone soup in one gulp and spread her wings and neighed excitedly, Samwell suddenly felt that he might have found a way.

Margaery let out a sweet cry, but her voice revealed more joy.

Damn, that’s my own dragon!

Although Samwell already had the talent of "The Unburnt", he was still disgraced.

Cleopatra leaned over and smelled it, but seemed a little hesitant, as if she didn't want to eat the remains of the same kind.

Cleopatra hissed excitedly, which sounded like schadenfreude in Samwell's ears.

There is obviously a big gap between such a young dragon and the real death god on the battlefield.

It is said that a man's nature is to conquer, and the sense of accomplishment gained from conquering a woman, especially a noble and beautiful woman, is simply incomparable and wonderful.

Samwell knew that his action of closing the window last night had annoyed the little guy, so he could only hug its wings and try to comfort it.

Kaka——

Cleopatra fluttered in Samwell's arms, knocking him back repeatedly.

"Look, these are your relatives, do you recognize them?" Samwell patted Cleopatra on the head and asked with a smile.

It can be seen that the growth period of the giant dragon is quite long.

And if he eloped with her, then Samwell would be a kidnapper condemned by everyone in the Reach.

When the dragon bones in the territory are used up, you can go to King's Landing to steal them again.

Margaery winked at the man: "It's not easy to kidnap me from Highgarden. But don't worry, I am sure to convince my grandmother, and as long as my grandmother agrees, my father can only nod and marry me even if he is reluctant.

for you."

It goes without saying how to choose.

It seemed like he felt something.

The problem of dragon growth.

Thinking of this, Samwell quickly swept away the remaining food, and then took Cleopatra to the storage room.

Cleopatra screamed and rushed towards her master, slamming her triangular head into his chest.

Why did they wait so long?

Samwell was drinking dragon bone soup, feeling the continued increase in his mental attributes, and suddenly had a sudden thought——

When they first came to Dragonstone, the Targaryens still had five dragons in their hands, but four of them died one after another due to unknown reasons, leaving only Balerion.

"Okay, okay. You're not young anymore, it's time to sleep in separate beds..." Samwell's tone sounded like he was coaxing a child.

As a competent parent, Samwell certainly could not condone this behavior. He immediately grabbed the white dragon by the neck and forced it to drink a mouthful of dragon bone soup.

In fact, ever since the white dragon was hatched, Samwell has been worried about something——

"It's still a matter of cashing in work points..."

What would happen if Cleopatra was given dragon bone soup?

So, he brought the dragon bone soup to Bai Long. Bai Long stretched out his thin snake-like neck to smell it, but turned his head disdainfully and continued to bite the delicious deer legs.

"Sir, how did you rest last night?" Gavin's tone was a little ambiguous, but also filled with joy.

These dragon bones have always been used by Samwell to make soup and drink them to increase his spiritual attributes, but if they could also be used to accelerate Cleopatra's growth, then Samwell would not be reluctant to part with them.

Two of the skulls have faded and turned white after being boiled many times, and have lost their ability to increase attributes.

And that delicate rose could no longer get out of bed.

After burning for a while and seeing no effect, Cleopatra gave up.

Here are stored seven dragon skulls that he smuggled back from King's Landing.

This time, there was no need for Samwell to force-feed her. Cleopatra put her head into the bowl and sipped the remaining dragon bone soup.

"Bring breakfast to Miss Margaery's room later." Samwell ordered the maid guarding the door.

Samwell looked at this scene with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

An adult dragon can be as powerful as thousands of troops on the battlefield.

Cleopatra raised her head and breathed out a mouthful of fire, which went straight to Samwell's head.

After last night's hard work, Samwell's appetite was greatly increased, and Cleopatra was competing with him for food, so the servants replenished the food three times in succession.

The breakfast is very rich, including oatmeal, charcoal-grilled venison legs, boiled eggs, strawberries with cream, and dragon bone soup specially provided for Samwell.
To be continued...