No one expected that the protagonist of this banquet was neither the beautiful Miss Margaery nor the noble Lord Renly, but a new wine——

Brandy.

Almost every guest who tasted the brandy was full of praise for it. Unfortunately, since there was no mass production yet, Samwell did not bring much wine this time, and everyone was gone before they could finish the round.

This kind of failure to ask for brandy coincides with the true meaning of "hunger marketing", which makes everyone's desire for brandy even stronger.

Therefore, Samwell gathered a circle of nobles around him and discussed the purchase of brandy directly with him.

In the face of everyone's enthusiasm, Samwell remained calm, reasoning that he had reached a sales agreement with the Hightower family, and if he wanted to buy brandy, he should go directly to Ser Baelor.

Although direct sales can make more profits, Samwell knows very well that he does not have the ability or time to organize a caravan to expand sales channels. More importantly, the profits of brandy are too attractive and will definitely attract coveted eyes.

Therefore, he must share some of his interests and attract strong enough partners.

The Hightowers are such a character now.

Looking at Earl Leyton and Ser Baelor who were surrounded by everyone, Samwell stood aside holding a wine glass and smiling brightly.

But then, he felt hungry - well, he actually forgot something.

Samwell handed the empty wine glass to the waiter, asked for a silver dinner plate, and walked to the long table in the front row of the hall.

Looking at the table full of delicacies, Samwell's eyes did not stop, but he quickly scanned them.

There really are golden tail shrimps!

Samwell was delighted.

Although with the improvement of strength attributes, the effectiveness of the golden tail shrimp has declined to an extremely low level, but a little adds up, and this is a self-service, and the Hightower family pays for whatever you eat, so how could he miss it.

So, Samwell simply stood next to the plate with golden tail shrimps, ate it as soon as he took it, and took it again after finishing it... completely ignoring the strange looks from around him.

This kind of thing is extremely changeable.

Once he was the good-for-nothing eldest son of the Tully family, but when he established his foothold in the Crimson Mountains, he became the young and promising Sir Caesar.

If he could sit on the Iron Throne one day, he would be Julius Caesar!

At that time, all the unbearableness, embarrassment, and difficulties he once felt will disappear under the even more dazzling glory of the legend.

Todd Flowers looked at his lord's behavior and couldn't help but hide quietly in the corner of the hall. However, the country bumpkin Chiman followed suit and stood at the long table with a plate, eating and taking it.

This young savage has never tasted so many delicacies in his whole life, how could he let it go so easily?

Just as this pair of strange masters and servants were having a great meal as if no one else was around, the melodious sound of the harp slowly sounded, kicking off the dance party.

Samwell remained standing.

He did not know how to dance in his previous life. Although the original owner did receive dance education when he was a child, he was too fat and weak and had not practiced it for too long, so he was already unfamiliar with it.

As for Qi Man, it was even more unlikely that he could jump. This guy saw his lord staring at the golden tail shrimp, so he came over curiously and wanted to try one, but unfortunately he was frightened by Samwell's protective look.

retreat.

At this time, many men and women in the hall have already found their dance partners, are walking to the dance floor hand in hand, and starting to dance.

Duke Renly, who has the most distinguished status, naturally walked towards Miss Margaery, who attracted the most attention. It seemed that he was preparing to invite the "Rose of Highgarden" to dance with him, but unexpectedly, just as he was halfway there, a

The girl wearing a purple evening dress stopped directly in front of Lord Renly.

Lord Renly had no choice but to hold the girl's hand and walk onto the dance floor.

Samwell was just wondering which family's eldest lady dared to steal the limelight from the "Rose of Highgarden", and then he saw Sir Baelor, who looked slightly embarrassed.

It seems to be his daughter, so it's no wonder.

The eldest granddaughter of Earl Leyton does have the confidence to compete with Margaery for a man, not to mention that this is still in the Towering Tower.

However, Lord Renly was intercepted, and it was difficult to find a suitable person to invite Margaery to the first dance. Loras could have come to help his sister out, but he already had

Got a dance partner.

Therefore, the most dazzling girl in the room was completely empty at this moment, and she was about to miss the first dance.

Samwell looked at the young male nobles who were eager to try, but still dared not come forward for fear of being rejected. He curled his lips in disdain and whispered:

"A bunch of cowards."

After saying that, he put down his dinner plate and strode towards Margaret.

As a knight of House Tyrell, Samwell felt it was his duty to help the beautiful Lady Margaery eliminate her embarrassment.

Even if he himself is not good at dancing.

Yes, you are so dedicated!

"Dear Miss Margery, may I have the honor of asking you to dance the first dance?"

Margaery looked at Samwell who was saluting her, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but someone finally came, otherwise it would be so embarrassing for her to be left unattended.

"Of course, my knight."

Margaery smiled sweetly, placed her delicate white hand in Samwell's big hand, and let him lead her into the center of the dance floor.

After standing still and posing, Samwell suddenly whispered in the girl's ear:

"I'll tell you a secret, I'm not very good at dancing."

"Ah?" Margery was stunned for a moment, then said helplessly, "It's okay, I will teach you."

After saying that, he began to teach Samwell how to step, how to listen to the rhythm of the music, how to maintain his posture... and most importantly, how not to step on his own feet!

The two did stumble at the beginning, but as Samwell gradually picked up the memories of the original owner's childhood, the dance became much smoother.

Although it's still not beautiful, at least I won't step on Miss Margery's feet anymore.

There were already several dark footprints on those exquisite red high-heeled shoes.

"How's it going? Am I a fast learner?" Samwell was actually proud of himself as he twirled on the dance floor with the beautiful girl in his arms.

"It's not bad." Margaery puffed her cheeks and said angrily, "If you can learn to dance with the same enthusiasm as dealing with gold-tailed shrimps, it will definitely be faster."

Samwell laughed and did not defend himself. He just led the girl to do a rather difficult lock-step spin, causing Margaery to let out a soft cry.

After she regained her breath, Margaery glared at Samwell.

Unfortunately, it has no lethality.

The cooperation between the two became more and more tacit, and Margery was finally able to show off her charm to the fullest.

Her smart and elegant dance steps, graceful figure, and bright and beautiful appearance, even if she was dragged down by a clumsy dance partner, still made her the focus of the hall again.

This caused the young nobles who had been hesitant to come up to invite them to dance to beat their feet and chests even more, feeling annoyed.

After another spin and swing, Margaery suddenly said: "Sam, actually the Tyrell family can also help you sell brandy."

The corners of Samwell's mouth raised slightly, but he said:

"What? Sorry, Miss Margery, I didn't hear you clearly just now."

Margaery had no choice but to repeat herself.

"I'm really sorry, Miss Margaery, but I have signed a contract with the Hightower family, and it is an exclusive sales contract, so..." Samwell looked embarrassed.

Although there is no such thing at all, and whether it is to prevent monopoly or to spread risks, it is impossible for him to sign such an exclusive sales contract, but in negotiations, there is always some leverage.

If not, then something is created out of nothing...

When Margery heard this, her delicate brows wrinkled slightly.

Samwell spoke again:

"Of course, for the sake of the Tyrell family, I can discuss re-signing the contract with Earl Leighton, but..."
Chapter completed!