Chapter 213 Earl Leyton’s hint

Of course, Samwell knew that the "Dragon Mother" also hatched the dragon at the moment the red comet arrived.

And there should be three dragons hatched by the opponent.

Just counting the time, it has only been more than a month, and the Earl of Oldtown, who is half a world away, has already known the news. It seems that Lord Layton has been secretly paying attention to the remnant Targaryen.

"Lord Leighton, you seem to be very interested in dragons?"

Earl Leighton smiled slightly and did not deny it: "Yes. Have you heard of the ancient prophecy spread from Asshai?"

"The stars weep with blood, and the long night is approaching, which one?"

"Yes, that's the one." Earl Leyton exclaimed, "I used to think that Rhaegar Targaryen was the prophesied prince, until he was knocked to death by Robert Baratheon with a hammer on the banks of the Trident.

"

He paused and then said:

"Then I set my sights on the Targaryen brothers and sisters on the other side of the Narrow Sea. 'Born in the land of salt and smoke', Daenerys was born on Dragonstone, where there are seas and volcanoes. That's right.

It was in line with the prophecy, and when she hatched three giant dragons, I was almost convinced that she was the prophesied prince. But when I saw you, I wasn't sure anymore."

Samwell felt guilty for no apparent reason, but he didn't show it on the surface:

"That's easy to say. But who do you have to judge me?" James was deeply hurt by Samwell's eyes.

What a slippery guy. Samwell complained secretly.

James finally got rid of the dragon flames. He was choked by the smoke and coughed non-stop, with tears streaming down his face.

Of course, Samwell will not mention Earl Leyton, he just needs to use this prophecy to gain the support of the Hightower family.

"Maybe she borrowed the power of God." Samwell stared into Lord Leyton's eyes, "Lord Leyton, what do you want to say?"

Just as there is no distinction between male and female dragons, so the "prince" in the prophecy can also refer to women.

However, this result is acceptable.

"Cleopatra, stop." Samwell patted the white dragon on the head.

Back then, "Mad King" Aerys used such flames to burn to death Duke Rickard Stark, the "Hammer and Dagger" Hand of the King, Earl Chested, and threatened to burn everyone in King's Landing to death.

people.

"We don't have dragon eggs." Earl Leighton immediately denied it, and then said with a smile, "If we find it in the future, I might ask you to help hatch it."

"How did you get your knighthood? Didn't you swear loyalty when Mace Tyrell put his sword on your shoulder?" Jaime shouted, with resentment and reproach in his voice, "But now

What are you doing? Where is your loyalty? Where is your obedience? Your..."

Facing everyone's disdainful looks, he never explained.

"It's a pleasure."

"So that's it." Earl Leighton said with a smile.

"Sam, can you tell me how you hatched this dragon?"

This look has haunted him for more than ten years.

Samwell chatted with him thoughtfully for a while, then said goodbye and left.

"At present, it seems that you are the most likely." Earl Leighton did not finish his sentence.

Like a poisonous snake gnawing at the heart.

"Is it that simple?" Earl Leighton frowned.

So if Samwell kills Jaime, the old lion will most likely fight for the Iron Throne and come to Highgarden to avenge his son.

"I want to say...the blessings of gods often come with a price."

But this kind of pain was far less painful than the look from the Duke of Winterfell and the look from the baron who cut off his arm.

"By the way, I heard that there is a Red God witch in your territory?" Earl Leighton suddenly changed the subject.

"Who is the kingslayer called?" Jaime Lannister shot back.

"Kingslayer?" Samwell had a playful smile on his face.

And he could only stand under the Iron Throne, like a white-robed corpse, watching silently.

"Does the Hightower family have dragon eggs?" Samwell asked, "If necessary, I can help you hatch them. After all, I have experience."

He is the white knight of the Kingsguard, sworn to be loyal to the king and obey his every order, no matter how crazy, how absurd, how cruel...

Earl Leyton nodded with a smile, turned his eyes to the white dragon on Samwell's shoulder, and asked:

The flames died down, but James's robe was already on fire. He hurriedly took it off, screaming and cursing loudly when he was burned.

From then on, he became a "regicide".

The baron in front of him chopped off his right hand, depriving him of both his glory and his shame.

"Yes, Lady Melisandre from Asshai." Samwell nodded and admitted, "I was poisoned by the Red Viper, and it was she who saved me."

The hand holding the sword was gone, but James could still feel it and feel the excruciating pain.

Without these, what would he have left...

Earl Leighton chuckled and said: "I can't say that. But you need to know that blessings and curses are like two sides of a coin. You can't find a coin with only one side. Likewise, you can't only get blessings from gods."

Earl Leighton nodded and admitted: "Yes, this is something I have always been doubtful about."

He didn't want to burn James to death here, otherwise the old lion might go crazy.

A look of judgment.

He doesn't want to do this kind of thing to incite hatred.

Earl Leyton smiled slightly and said:

"The Hightowers are not taking sides this time."

"Okay." Samwell nodded, "Then, please sit aside and see if the nobles of the Reach are willing to support the evil offspring of the Lion family."

The Targaryen family has practiced cremation for generations and has no tombs. The Mad King wants to turn the entire city of King's Landing into his own cremation pile.

Jaime noticed that Samwell was staring at his severed hand, so he unconsciously turned sideways to block his view.

Finally, Jaime pulled out his sword and killed the crazy king.

Samwell asked thoughtfully: "Then what price do you think I paid?"

"The one who held the sword on my shoulder back then was Margaery Tyrell. Even the inflatable fish was unwilling to canonize me in person, so why should they expect my loyalty?" Samwell said coldly, and then ignored him.

"The King" turned and left.

"The Reavers must not take away my royal capital!" Jaime heard the Mad King's scream echoing in his ears, "I want to leave them a city of ashes! Let Robert, the bastard, become King's Landing like me.

Blackened bones and roasted flesh in the city!”

Samwell cheered up: "So will the Hightowers be on my side this time?"

When Eddard Stark led his army into the Red Keep and saw him sitting on the Iron Throne after killing the "Mad King", this was the look in his eyes——

The power of the Duke of Mace mainly comes from the iron triangle of Tyrell, Redwyne and Hightower, and within this iron triangle, the seemingly low-key Hightower family is actually the most powerful corner. Now

The Hightowers remained neutral, and the support the Duke of Metz could gain was immediately reduced.

The robe in front of him was still burning, and the orange-yellow flames kept jumping, like a strange elf, arousing the most unbearable memory in James' mind.

"Oath? Haha, how many oaths have you made in your life? To protect women and children, to defend justice, to be kind to the weak, to be loyal to the Lord... Do you remember so many oaths? And when one oath conflicts with another oath, what do you do?

When your master is no longer righteous, do you stand on the side of the master or on the side of justice?"

"Offer your father's head, or I will burn you all to death!"

James tried his best to calm down his turbulent mood and said coldly:

"How could the prophesied prince be a woman?"

Jaime once watched the Mad King order the pyromancers to bury jars of [Wildfire] all over the city, from the Great Sept of Baelor to the huts in Flea Bottom, from the cellars of Maegor's Tower to beneath the seven city gates.

Such a terrible substance.

"Oh, we also need to light a fire." Samwell added, "Just pay attention to the heat and don't bake the dragon eggs."

"So you think I am the prophesied prince?"

The proud lion disdains excuses.

"Split the dragon egg with your sword, and the dragon will pop out." Samwell said seriously.

But Earl Leighton didn't want to say more on this topic and started chatting instead.

"Don't you need to judge for yourself when to take which side?" Samwell said, "You are a knight, not a puppet controlled by an oath."

Until Duke Tywin led his army to attack the city, the Mad King shouted angrily:

That little dwarf son was never looked down upon by him.

After leaving the door, Samwell walked on the corridor surrounded by flowers, and suddenly met an unexpected person.
To be continued...