Chapter 205 Hightower’s Invitation

The sun sets below the horizon and darkness envelopes the land.

Since the arrival of the Red Comet, the temperature has dropped day by day, and after nightfall, you can clearly feel the coolness.

Samwell and his party camped on the roadside.

As the bonfire was lit, the aroma of food began to fill the air.

The bard strummed the strings and sang the hymn he had just composed for the baron and his dragon.

"It seems that summer is really over." Margaery was making scented tea and said with emotion.

"Yes." Samwell also looked a little solemn, "When this short autumn passes, Westeros will usher in a long winter. A terrible long winter."

Margaery looked at the man beside her with burning eyes: "Sam, do you also believe the prophecy that Melisandre said?"

Samwell touched Margaery's soft long hair and asked a little narrowly:

Hank quickly said: "Miss Margery, what did I do wrong? To make you hate me like this?"

"What's wrong?"

Todd came forward with two soldiers, roughly grabbed Hank's collar, and pulled him out.

"You seem to be quite hostile to Melisandre."

Viscount Martin also knew that it was hard to persuade him, so he changed the subject and started chatting.

Viscount Martin admired the white dragon with curiosity and awe, and then left with satisfaction.

It is said that the earliest castle in Hornling was built by the twin brothers Haron the Hunter and Haredon the Horn, the sons of Gals the Green Hand. They married a beautiful forest witch together. Every full moon, three

People will have intercourse to extend their lives and reproduce their offspring.

He felt that even the Targaryens might not have discovered the secret of how dragon bones could be boiled into soup and fed to young dragons.

Catu immediately turned around and caught up with Todd and others.

But no matter what, Samwell did not intend to take Cleopatra to Old Town, at least not until he gained enough strength.

Before going to meet the girl's parents, Samwell felt that he should take Margaery to meet his relatives.

In fact, this is not surprising. After all, not everyone who sees a dragon bone will think first about whether it can be eaten like Samwell.

Samwell was slightly surprised.

"When I heard the rumor, I thought it was the nonsense of the bard, but I didn't expect it to be true. However, Sam, as an old friend, I have to remind you."

While speaking, Viscount Martin had already dismounted. After handing the horse to the attendant, he walked over quickly and said:

After leaving Rose Avenue and walking along the winding path for two days, the group saw the Tully family's castle.

Samwell was slightly startled and walked over quickly.

"I believe you." Margaery smiled again.

"I hope you will always be as healthy as you are today." Margery returned the favor, invited Viscount Martin to sit down by the bonfire, and then went to get the brandy herself.

"Lord Martin." There was no trace of anything strange on Margery's face. "I heard just now that you want to drink a few drinks? There is also good wine here, which can satisfy your wish."

The Citadel has an extremely repulsive attitude towards dragons, and they are trying to build a world without magic, while the Hightower family has a more ambiguous attitude.

Viscount Martin looked at Margaery's back, quietly gave Samwell a thumbs up, and said softly:

Margaery looked back at Samwell, pointed at the bard and said:

"I don't like this person, let him go."

The bard was roughly dragged out of the camp, and when he was trying to beg for mercy, he saw Kathu quickly stepping forward, grabbing his hair with one hand, and pulling out a dagger with the other hand.

After a pause, he continued: "A few days ago, Earl Leighton wrote to me asking about the dragon, and asked me to ask you to go to Old Town if I see you. He has important information about the dragon.

The information must be told to you personally.”

"That's it." Samwell deliberately put on a disappointed expression, "I thought you were jealous."

"Yes, sir!"

"Miss Margery." Viscount Martin bowed and saluted, "It's an honor to meet you. May you always be as beautiful as you are today."

At dawn the next day, Samwell and his party continued to walk north, crossed the tributaries of the Mead River, and walked onto the Rose Avenue.

Not sure if he saw Samwell's perfunctory intentions, Viscount Martin spoke again:

"I heard that you hatched a dragon, is this true?"

Todd Flowers also walked over quickly and reported:

"My lord, Viscount Martin Mullendall is here."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the bard's throat was cleanly slit by Katu, and the rest of his words were drowned in blood.

"Thank you Lord Layton for the invitation. I will definitely go if I have the chance."

"That's such a pity." Viscount Martin made no secret of his regret, "I have dreamed of seeing a real dragon with my own eyes one day since I was a child."

When they passed through Highland City this time, they did not visit the Mulundall family because they did not want to waste time.

On the other hand, Samwell has taken Viscount Martin back to the bonfire and introduced Margaery to him.

"She is a heretic." Margaery pursed her lips and said with a smile, "As a believer of the Seven Gods, it is normal for her to feel disgusted."

Samwell secretly pouted. The last time he went to Highgarden, he passed by Highland City, but he didn't see Viscount Martin coming out to greet him.

When Margaery looked up, she saw that the bard she met halfway was looking at her with a burning gaze.

Anyway, Samwell was determined not to change his mind.

Samwell looked at the "old friend" beside him with a smile and said:

"Please speak."

He squeezed the girl's hand and promised: "Don't worry, I won't let you bear this kind of criticism."

"Lord Caesar!" Viscount Martin's generous laughter could be heard from far away, "Why are you still hiding from your old friend!"

Samwell took Margaery's little hand and asked softly:

"He didn't touch you, did he?"

The speed of the team suddenly accelerated a lot, and it is estimated that they will be able to reach the High Court in about a week.

"With the relationship between the Mullendauer family and the Caesar family, why bother? I've been looking forward to having a few more drinks with you."

"Although this rose is beautiful, it is not easy to pick. Lord Mace has always been snobbish, and Lady Olenna is very calculating..." Viscount Martin clicked his tongue and shook his head, "I'm really worried that you won't be able to cope with it."

Not long after, Cleopatra came back and thoughtfully brought back a hare to her owner.

As for whether Lord Randyll would ask him to change his surname back to Tully...

Katu threw the body away and responded coldly: "Do you need an adult to explain this kind of thing? Are you leaving this guy to talk nonsense?"

"That's probably the dream of every young man in Westeros." Samwell said with a smile, "If you wait patiently for a while, Cleopatra will come back. It's usually not too late."

…

At that time, this guy probably wanted to cut Samwell into pieces and sell it to pay back the money.

Viscount Martin wisely stopped and stood in the distance waiting.

After a while, the singing in my ears seemed to be louder.

"Sam, regarding the method of taming dragons, apart from the descendants of the Targaryens who have been expelled to the other side of the Narrow Sea, the Hightowers know best. I advise you to go there."

"Rare..."

"Of course it's true." Margaery came back at this time, poured two glasses of brandy and handed them to the two people talking, "It's just a coincidence that I just went hunting in the woods."

Oldtown... Samwell secretly guessed, was this Earl of Leyton sending an invitation on behalf of the Hightower family, or on behalf of the Citadel?

Samwell turned back to find Viscount Martin. When passing by the attendant Cato, he gave him a hidden look.

Samwell immediately felt the self-pity hidden in Margaery's words.

Samwell said with a smile: "Sir Martin, I am also worried about disturbing you."

Although it was completely voluntary to elope with Samwell, this kind of thing will have a negative impact on a woman's reputation, and a noble lady like Margaery is especially sensitive.

Moreover, during the expedition to Dorne this time, his brother Dickon died on the battlefield, and Samwell had to go and explain to Lord Randyll in person.

Samwell laughed for a while, and then his face turned serious:

There were too many secrets and dangers hidden in the towering tower and the city, and he didn't want to touch them rashly.

"Okay." Margery smiled sweetly at the man, and then continued to burn the scented tea with concentration.

Unexpectedly, Viscount Martin actually chased him out himself.

Hank wanted to explain, but he was punched in the face. After losing three teeth, he could only moan.

Viscount Martin stopped trying to persuade him. He looked around the camp and asked:

"Do I need a reason to hate you?" Samwell ordered Todd, "Kick him out!"
To be continued...