"Lady Olenna agrees to help both parties?"

Uncontrollable surprise appeared on Samwell's face.

Margaery smiled and said: "Yes, grandma promised. So the next step is to see if you can convince enough Riverbend nobles to make my father change his mind."

"Don't worry! As long as Mrs. Olenna doesn't interfere, we are almost 100% sure!"

Samwell said excitedly.

Without the intervention of the "Queen of Thorns", if they can't handle the "inflatable fish", they might as well stop playing, go home and wash their necks and wait for the old lion to knock on their door.

"You have really made a great contribution this time!" Samwell hugged Margaery tightly and his tone became ambiguous, "I want to reward you well!"

After saying that, he carried the girl into his room.

But Margaery broke away with a smile and said:

"This is High Court. Let's not be so blatant. It will leave a bad impression on my family."

"Okay." Samwell also felt that Margaery should be respected, so he did not insist.

Samwell took a few steps forward and saw a thin man sitting in a wheelchair under a huge weirwood tree.

After waiting in the High Court for three days, the Duke of Metz finally returned with his army.

This was a difference in stance, and he didn't want to argue with his future uncle.

Since Earl Leyton specifically said he wanted to see the dragon, Samwell brought Cleopatra with him when he visited this time.

It is three feet tall, as thin as a sword, with spiral edges as sharp as a knife, and is emitting an inexplicable and strange light.

In the past few days, Randyll Tarly, Matus Rowan, and Alakan Florent have not been idle, constantly contacting the Riverside nobles who have arrived in Highgarden, and testing their attitudes.

As long as the nobles of the River Bend see these two points from time to time, they will be affected subtly.

"Sam, long time no see!" Earl Leighton greeted him warmly as soon as he saw him, and his tone was cordial.

Cleopatra had curled up into a ball, covered her eyes with her slender tail, and fell asleep.

Samwell didn't bother to talk to the inflatable fish, so he didn't even take the initiative to meet him.

"Who?" a voice suddenly sounded.

I went back to the room alone, but still didn't feel sleepy.

"What does the dragon flame rely on to burn?" Earl Leighton asked.

Is this an affinity to the same source of magic?

Three tree trunks are carved with huge human faces, and red sap flows down, as if weeping blood.

"Thank you for your suggestion." Samwell said calmly.

Returning with him, in addition to a group of riverside nobles, was actually the "Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister.

Samwell looked at the three heart trees in front of him for a long time, his thoughts wandering.

But seeing the performance of the white dragon, Samwell thought that he could still send people to Dragonstone Island to dig up some dragon crystals and try them back.

"Yes." Earl Leyton sat on the chair and motioned for Samwell to sit down as well, "Valyria's magic is based on blood and fire. Legend has it that using this glass candle, the wizards of the ancient dragon empire could even see

They can cross mountains, oceans and deserts, they can enter other people's dreams and show illusions, or exchange information across half a world."

In a week's time, the annual hunting party will be held. When the nobles of the River Bend gather in Highgarden, it will be the time for the official showdown.

How can he keep a low profile when he already has a giant dragon?

"Thank you for your recognition." Samwell said sincerely, "It would be great if you were the Lord of Highgarden."

The deeper Samwell walked into the forest, the more quiet and peaceful he felt.

"Good evening, Sir Willas." Samwell recognized the eldest son of the Duke of Metz.

"Margaery really likes you." Willas's voice brought Samwell back from his thoughts.

It seems like he's doing nothing, but he's actually showing off his two biggest strengths - Margaery's love and the dragon.

Samwell knows that the most important role of dragonglass in the world of Game of Thrones is that it can be used to deal with the White Walkers.

The color of the flame was very strange, white like new snow, yellow like molten gold, and red like blazing flames, but the shadow it left behind was so dark, like a black hole that could suck away all light.

Samwell suddenly had an idea - what would happen if the white dragon swallowed the dragon crystal?

The glass candle in front of him belonged to Earl Leyton, so it was certainly not suitable for Samwell to use it as food for the white dragon.

The Duke of Metz seemed to be determined to ignore Samwell. He never summoned him alone and pretended that he was not there at the banquet.

There are mostly oak and cypress trees in the forest, and their lush branches are like giant umbrellas.

"I know you have grudges against my father. Sometimes he can easily lose his mind, and he is too focused on immediate interests and cannot see the long term. But Sam, the way the four of you came to High Court together is really a bit...

It's too much. It will only intensify the contradictions."

Is the old lion so attractive to this guy?

However, he was not worried, after all, he was not fighting alone this time.

"Samwell Caesar."

His coat of arms is a double-headed eagle and his pet is a white dragon. How can he be like a dog wagging its tail to an inflatable fish and begging for mercy?

I don't know if he noticed Samwell's perfunctory behavior, but Vilas said goodbye and left without saying anything.

"This dream may not be impossible to realize."

Cleopatra was still staring at the glass candle, with intimacy in her eyes.

He just claims to the world that he has no ambitions, who would believe him?

Will those Machiavellians just watch his dragon grow up until one day he becomes another "conqueror"?

"To be honest, Sam, I support my little sister marrying you." Vilas said suddenly.

The day before the hunting party started, Lord Leyton Hightower, Lord of Oldtown, arrived in Highgarden, and Samwell paid a personal visit.

"Do you know this kind of magic?" Samwell became more and more curious.

"Yes. So I came out for a walk and admired the beautiful Highgarden." Samwell's eyes stayed on the weirwood in front of him and asked curiously, "I didn't expect that there is also a heart tree in the godswood forest in Highgarden."

"Good evening, Baron Caesar." Villas said, "Can't you sleep either?"

Samwell walked closer and looked carefully at the magical glass candle.

"Then I'll go back first and get some rest early." Margaery gave the man a gentle kiss and then left.

But dragon crystal is actually not rare. There are many dragon crystals on Dragonstone Island. However, because the White Walkers have not appeared for thousands of years, dragon crystal has not been taken seriously and is regarded as an ordinary stone.

Samwell then noticed that these were three weirwood trees. Because the branches were intertwined with each other, they looked like a giant heart tree.

After all, Samwell was still too young and had no connections, so he just drank tea with Margaery, took a walk, and teased the white dragon.

Vilas smiled and shook his head, saying:

The white dragon squatted quietly on his shoulder, its slender tail wrapped around his left arm.

Highgarden looks calm on the surface, but in fact there is an undercurrent.

Samwell said nothing.

"Lord Layton, long time no see." Samwell felt that the old man from the towering tower had a very good attitude, and his confidence immediately doubled.

"This is?" Samwell had already guessed what it was and just wanted to confirm it.

Only then did Samwell notice the tall black candle placed on the wooden table in the center of the room.

"I never thought that one day she would elope with someone. And with a baron." Willas smiled gently and looked at Samwell without any hostility. "You know, Margaery has been there since she was a child.

Dreaming of becoming a queen."

Samwell immediately understood that the attitude of the inflatable fish was still leaning towards the Lannister family.

Vilas was not angry, and his tone remained gentle:

"After all, you are the Lord of the River Bend and your father's vassal. When he comes back, if you have a better attitude and admit your mistake, and if Margaery is there to persuade you, you may not be able to change your father's mind."

Willas smiled even more happily: "I kind of know why my little sister likes you so much, Caesar. However, I advise you to keep a low profile. In Westeros, people who revere and support dragons and those who fear and hate dragons

Of people, I really can’t tell which one is more.”

However, Samwell felt that dragonglass should not be able to accelerate the growth of the dragon, otherwise the Targaryen family would have discovered this secret long ago.

"Before the dragon was born, I had given Margaery such a promise."

"I also like her very much." Samwell said frankly.

"magic?"

Earl Leighton shook his head: "This kind of magic has been lost. The demonic tide subsided before, taking away too many ancient mysteries. Fortunately, now, with the coming of a new round of demonic tide, they will also reappear in the world.

Just like your dragon."

Samwell walked aimlessly along the deserted path and came to the godswood unknowingly.

…
To be continued...