Walking with Qyburn on the stone road beside the Mead River, Samwell was in a good mood.

After all, the personal consultant he had just conquered was absolutely top-notch, but his moral consciousness was a bit weak, so he was expelled from the school.

But if it weren't for this, I'm afraid it wouldn't be Samwell's turn to pick up the slack.

Just watch him from now on and don't let him do any more in vivo experiments.

"Bachelor Qianben, this is the book on silver mining and smelting that Bachelor Moroya gave me. You can take a look."

Faced with the books handed over by Samwell, Coburn did not accept them, but said rather proudly:

"Sir, there were three links made of white steel on my necklace. I already know how to mine and refine silver."

Samwell knew that the "neck chain" Qyburn was talking about was also called a bachelor's necklace, which was made of metal links. Each metal represented the bachelor's achievements in a certain field and had gained the city.

Recognition, the more of the same metal, the deeper the attainment in the field represented.

And white steel represents metallurgy.

Samwell was in a good mood, put away the book that gave him a headache, and asked with a smile:

"Then what metal made the most links on your necklace?"

"silver."

Silver represents medicine.

But then, Coburn sighed and said again:

"In fact, I should have obtained more Valyrian steel links, but no one in the city today can confirm my achievements in the occult."

Valyrian steel represents the maester's attainments in the occult.

When Samwell heard this, his heart moved:

"Is it because the magic disappeared?"

"The magic never disappears." Qyburn shook his head, and then a proud smile appeared on his face again, and said, "Sir, do you know. Everyone must stay vigil in a closed room on the eve of being sworn to become a bachelor.

There's no light source inside, just a glass candle. So, unless you can light the glass candle, you're stuck in the dark for a long night.

For hundreds of years, this glass candle has never been lit.

except me."

Samwell raised his eyebrows: "Have you ever lit a glass candle?"

"Yes, although it was only a fleeting brilliance." A sarcastic smile appeared on Coburn's lips again, "However, those 'gray sheep' never admitted this. They said that I just had a vision."

Samwell couldn't help laughing when he heard Qyburn refer to other maesters as "gray sheep".

However, he had no doubts about the man's self-aggrandizement.

After all, this is the guy who can make a "Bio Knight", so he must know magic.

It’s just that we are now in a period of low magic power, and magic is no different from magic. It wasn’t until the red comet came and the magic tide became stronger that the world became strange and bizarre. Dragons could also be hatched, white ghosts appeared again, and even the dead

can be resurrected...

While chatting, the two of them walked to the foot of the towering tower without knowing it.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side, startling Samwell.

He had just put on a defensive posture when he heard the man shout:

"Sam, I finally found you!"

Only then did Samwell see the other person's appearance clearly, and discovered that it was Horace Redwin, the eldest son of the Redwin family of Arbor Island.

"Horace, what's the matter with you looking for me in such a hurry?"

Horace ran up to Samwell panting, his square face with freckles was covered with fine beads of sweat, his orange hair was all soaked, and he looked quite embarrassed.

"I..." Horace opened his mouth but immediately closed it. He took a few deep breaths and straightened his collar, as if he wanted to save his decent image. "Oh, that's it, Sir Caesar."

.Didn’t you miss my father when you came to Qingting Island last time? To express his apology, my father specially sent me to pick you up."

"Thanks to the Redwyne family for their kindness." Samwell smiled slightly, "But I don't plan to go to Qingting Island again."

"Ah?" Horas was stunned for a moment.

"I'm so sorry, Horace, that this trip was in vain."

"But...but, don't you want to discuss the sales of new wine with your father? There is also the matter of material supply..."

"Oh, no need. The Hightower family has agreed to help me sell the new wine, and the Tyrell family will also participate."

"What!" Horace was stunned as if he was struck by lightning.

Seeing that Samwell was about to leave, he quickly reached out to hold him, with a hint of pleading in his tone unconsciously:

"Shan...Sir Caesar, the Redwyne family sincerely wants to cooperate with you. When it comes to selling wine, there is really no family in Westeros that can compare with ours! Believe me, only the merchants on the Arbor Island

Only the team knows how to sell your wine at the highest price! How to make your wine famous in the shortest time!

And we also have a caravan going to the Essos continent, so we can sell your wine to the other side of the Narrow Sea!"

Samwell then stopped and said:

"Okay, since Earl Paxter is so kind, I will go to Qingting Island again."

"Great!" Horace smiled happily, and then said eagerly, "When are we leaving? In the afternoon? My ship can leave at any time!"

"Tomorrow, I still have some things to deal with."

"Okay! We'll leave early tomorrow morning!"

After receiving the approval, Horace finally relaxed.

However, his attitude toward Samwell remained undiminished, and he kept bragging to Samwell about the huge caravans on the Arbor and how the wine sales topped Westeros...

Returning to the Tower, Samwell first went to Baelor Hightower and told him that he had met Moroya and had obtained the method of mining and refining silver.

Of course, he did not mention that he had recruited a bachelor who had just been expelled from the city, so as not to cause any complications.

The two then finalized some specific details on the brandy consignment and material supply.

In these two matters, Samwell clearly felt the goodwill of the Hightower family.

The brandy supply price he initially quoted was ten silver deer per gallon. There was actually a large profit margin in this, which was reserved for the Hightower family to bargain with, but he did not expect that Baylor would directly accept the supply.

price.

As for the supply of food and other daily necessities, Baylor's prices are also very favorable.

This made Samwell, who always regarded himself as a profiteer, feel a little embarrassed.

Baelor seemed to see Samwell's thoughts and smiled:

"Sir Caesar, don't forget Hightower's clan language. For a knight like you who is brave enough to expand the territory, we are willing to provide some trivial help to illuminate the way forward for you."

Samwell was in a good mood and sighed sincerely:

"The Hightowers are such a great family! Thank you for your generosity. If you need me for anything in the future, please feel free to ask me."

After signing the contract with the Hightowers, Samwell went on to find the Tyrells.

Since the Duke of Metz was not present, Samwell only preliminarily discussed some details of the brandy consignment with the Duchess and Miss Margaery, and drew up a contract, which was brought to the High Court for the Duke of Metz to sign.

As for gathering the refugees, Samwell did not mention it. He believed that Margaery would get the Duke of Metz's consent when she returned.

After completing these tasks, Samwell's mission in Old Town was successfully completed.

Although he was in a bit of a hurry, he had no intention of staying here for a long time.

It had been more than half a month since he left Yingzui Island, and he just wanted to go back early to see how the construction of his castle was progressing.
Chapter completed!