"I'm sorry, Lord Tully, Sam, Dickon, for keeping you waiting."

Margery lifted up her skirt and gave a slight salute. The bright smile on her face made the entire knight hall seem to light up a bit.

Samwell only glanced at it and then lowered his head again.

The beauty in front of him was not something he could covet.

At least not for him now.

But his brother Dickon stared blankly at the beautiful rose in front of him, completely unaware of how rude his behavior was.

Earl Randyll coughed slightly, awakening his lost second son, and then asked Margaery:

"I wonder when the Duke will come?"

Margaery looked ashamed: "My father is not feeling well today and cannot come. I'm really sorry."

Earl Landau frowned slightly: "In that case, let's change the date."

Margery shook her head, took out a volume of notes from behind her, and said with a smile:

"There is no need to reschedule. My father has already signed the development order and entrusted me to deliver it on his behalf."

"But what about canonization?"

"I will also perform the canonization on behalf of my father."

As soon as he said this, the knight hall fell silent instantly.

Dickon was too stupid to react, but Lord Randyll and Samwell already understood that the Duke of Mace was deliberately making excuses not to come.

In fact, this is not too surprising.

After so many years of development and management, there is not much unclaimed land left in the Reach. If you really want to open up, you can only go to the barren lands near the border, such as the Crimson Mountains.

But there are truly barren mountains and rivers, and bandits and bandits are rampant there. Not to mention whether there is any development value, just the difficulty of establishing a territory there is not something that ordinary people dare to challenge.

The reputation of the good-for-nothing eldest son of the Tully family was no longer a secret among the Riverbend noble circles. No one would think that Samwell was qualified and capable to open up new territories.

The Duke of Metz was obviously unwilling to grant a development order to such a waste.

Had it not been for one of the most important vassals of the Tyrell family, Earl Randyll, who came to beg for help this time, the Duke of Metz would never have let go.

But granting a pioneering order also means that Samwell will become a vassal of the Duke of Mace, so it stands to reason that the Duke of Mace should personally confer Samwell Tarly as a pioneering knight.

However, the Duke obviously does not want this famous trash in the Reach to become his knight.

Therefore, he deliberately pretended to be ill and did not come forward in person. Instead, he sent his daughter to consecrate Samwell and grant him a pioneering order.

In fact, Earl Landau can also understand the embarrassment of Duke Metz. If Duke Metz sends his eldest son, the heir of Highgarden, Willas Tyrell to do this in his place, Earl Landau will also

He pinched his nose and admitted.

But Margaery...

What qualifications does she have to canonize a knight?

Such humiliation was a bit hard to accept, even if Lord Landau hated his eldest son.

He stared at Margery coldly, not hiding his anger.

Margaery still had a soft and innocent smile on her delicate face, as if she didn't understand where Earl Randyll's anger came from.

Just as the atmosphere gradually became stagnant, the person involved, Samwell, suddenly broke the deadlock:

"In that case, there is Miss Margery."

Faced with the humiliation, Samwell was certainly angry, but he also understood that the anger of the weak was not worth mentioning.

Moreover, he did not forget the biggest purpose of his trip - to obtain the pioneering order.

He doesn't want to throw away something really important for the sake of ridiculous dignity.

The ups and downs he had experienced in his previous life had taught him to be forbearing when necessary. Of course, forbearing did not mean forgetting, it was just waiting for a suitable opportunity to explode.

Hearing this, Margaery looked at Samwell with a flash of surprise in her eyes, and then smiled:

"Okay, let's get started."

Earl Landau glared at his son with a look of hatred, as if to say, "You are actually willing to accept the canonization of a woman?"

But Samwell himself agreed, so he couldn't say anything more.

Margaery walked up the steps to the front of the hall, and Samwell knelt down on one knee in front of the steps.

A beam of light shone straight down from the glazed skylight, just covering the two of them, adding a touch of sacredness to the ceremony that was about to begin.

Samwell pulled out the sword from his waist and raised his hands above his head.

Margery was just about to get it when she heard Earl Randyll suddenly say:

"The bloodline of the Tully family should be enshrined with this [Broken Heart]."

Qiang——

As he spoke, Earl Landau pulled out the two-handed giant sword from his waist, but did not step forward to hand it to Margaery, but threw it directly over.

This great sword [Heartbreak] made of Valyrian steel has been passed down in the Tully family for more than 500 years. It weighs more than 30 pounds. It is difficult for a normal person to hold it, let alone use it to slash and fight.

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And now, after this giant sword was thrown by Earl Landau, under the influence of inertia, it roared towards Margaery with an eye-catching power.

Fortunately, the hilt of the sword was in front, otherwise others would have thought that Lord Randyll wanted to assassinate Miss Margaery.

Obviously, Earl Randyll's move was to make the Rose of Highgarden look embarrassed and vent his dissatisfaction.

However, Margaery did not take a step back when facing the oncoming giant sword. She saw the right opportunity and decisively stretched out her white and small hands to grasp the hilt of the giant sword, and her body rotated under the influence of inertia.

Chi——

Under the guidance of the girl, the giant sword drew a circle on the marble floor, sparks flying everywhere.

The red silk dress bloomed suddenly, like a blooming rose.

After a circle, Margaery was able to remove the power of Earl Randyll's throwing. She took a breath, raised her smooth chin proudly, and gave the Earl a mischievous look.

Earl Randyll snorted lightly, but said nothing more.

Margaery also suppressed her smile, placed [Broken Heart] on Samwell's shoulder, and her clear and sweet voice spread throughout the knight hall:

"I, Margaery Tyrell, daughter of Mace Tyrell, in the name of Governor of the Reach, Warden of the South, Duke of Highgarden, canonize Samwell... Oh, by the way."

Halfway through speaking, Margaery suddenly stopped again:

"Sorry Sam, I forgot to ask you, have you decided on your new family name?"

After becoming a pioneer lord, Samwell can indeed change his family name to a new family name to show his separation from the Tully family of Horn Hill, but now that he doesn't even have a territory, it's too early to change his surname.

Logically speaking, as the daughter of a duke, Margaery shouldn't even understand this.

It should not be interrupted suddenly in the middle of such a formal and solemn knighting ceremony.

However, looking at the cunning look in her eyes, the girl obviously wanted to tease Samwell a little in revenge for Lord Randyll's sword-throwing move just now.

Samwell heard the words, but did not answer immediately.

He still lowered his head, and his body began to tremble slightly.

When Margaery saw this, she thought the other person was angry. She suddenly felt guilty and began to reflect on whether her behavior was a bit too much.

In fact, Samwell was not angry at all, but trembling with excitement.

Because, he actually saw the square character that he had not seen for three months!

These words that did not belong to this other world appeared in the lower right corner of his field of vision after the canonization ceremony began. He had to work hard to see them clearly:

Samwell Tarly

Title: Pioneer Knight

Territory: None

Vassals: None

Strength:0.78

Agility:0.52

Spirit:1.12

What's this?

Is it the properties panel?

Samwell was ecstatic.

This joy crashed down like a boulder, shattering the forbearance he had managed to maintain since time traveling.

At this moment, the anger, fear, humiliation, worry that had been suppressed for a long time... rolled and surged in his chest, brewing into an inexplicable emotion that seemed to burst out.

If before, he just wanted to rely on his familiarity with the plot to navigate among the major forces with ease, or wait for him to fly with a big thigh, then now, a sense of ambition suddenly rose in his heart——

The ambition for that twisted and ugly Iron Throne, covered with sharp thorns and sharp horns, and made of thousands of sharp swords!
To be continued...