Chapter 112 Arrangements

Yingzui Island.

Lord's cabin.

A group of retainers of Baron Caesar were sitting around a round table.

Since the lord has not arrived yet, everyone is chatting casually.

A young maid swiftly brought scented tea to everyone.

Her face was a little red, because everyone's eyes were always looking at her intentionally or unintentionally.

This made her very uncomfortable and confused.

Because her beauty is not outstanding, and she is only from a refugee in the river bay, she does not deserve such attention from the gentlemen in these territories.

What she didn't know was that the reason why these retainers paid attention to her was entirely because Lord Caesar's last maid had become the Earl of Starfall City.

This is even more exaggerated than a fairy tale, and everyone still can't believe it.

So it is inevitable that I paid more attention to the current maid, and even secretly guessed that this could not be another bloodline lost by some family...

The door opened and Samwell walked in.

All the retainers stood up and saluted.

"Sit down."

Samwell sat down at the main seat, and then motioned for the maid to step down.

"This time you are called to a meeting because I will leave for King's Landing in three days to participate in the trial about the death of Duke Jon."

Samwell took a sip of tea, and waited for everyone to digest the news before continuing:

"During my absence, Gavin is still in charge of the daily affairs of Yingzui Island."

"Yes, my lord." Gavin quickly stood up and saluted.

The dock laborer now has the aura of a big butler, and he is able to manage the territory with ease. He will not behave as flustered and at a loss as when Samwell left the territory for the first time.

Samwell also nodded to Gavin, then turned to the craftsman leader Vido and said:

"Mr. Vido, you are still responsible for the construction of the castle. I hope that when I come back from King's Landing, I can officially live in it."

"Yes, my lord. If everything goes well, the castle will be completed in one and a half months."

"Very good." Samwell turned to Buso, the leader of the blacksmith, "Mr. Buso, you will continue to be in charge of the silver deer casting."

"Yes, my lord."

Due to the secret agreement with "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish, the casting of Silver Deer must be entrusted to a truly trusted person. And Buso already has this qualification now, because his son is serving in Samwell's personal guards, and he also married a wild woman as his wife.

Samwell then explained their tasks to the others one by one, and finally looked at Cheeman, and said in a deep voice:

"Cheman, I will give you a hundred elite soldiers, and allow you to gather five hundred savages yourself. The corresponding food and weapons will be provided by Yingzuiyu. I only want you to do one thing

That is to continuously expand the scope of control of the territory outward.

When you meet any tribe of savages, you can ask them to surrender in my name. If they don't obey, then use your sword to make them surrender.

do you understand? "

Cheman showed a bloodthirsty smile: "I understand, Lord Caesar."

As soon as these words came out, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

Everyone seemed to be able to foresee that a **** storm would soon engulf the Crimson Mountains.

Actually, Samwell had hesitated before whether to release the mad dog Cheeman, but after careful consideration, he still made up his mind.

After all, Jon Arryn died a year earlier than the original time, and the chaos of the Seven Kingdoms will also start early because of this.

Originally, there wasn't much time left for him to farm and develop, but now that Petyr Baelish, Littlefinger did it, the time was even tighter.

So, at this time, he can't help looking forward and backward.

Even if Cheeman, a mad dog, is at risk of running free, he must develop his power and increase his population as soon as possible.

Fortunately, his wings are growing and his prestige has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. He is unshakable in Yingzui Island. No matter how ambitious Cheeman is, he dare not easily jump out to resist him.

"Remember, try not to kill if you can." Samwell couldn't help reminding, "Even if you want to kill, you must kill the leader of the tribe and the leader of the rebel army. The rest of the savages gathered in Yingzui Island, let They work for me, understand?"

"I understand what you mean." Cheeman nodded and said, "Actually, I don't have the heart to kill fellow savages."

These words made all the retainers present look a little weird.

It seems to see a female branch girl saying that she loves every client deeply.

The corner of Samwell's mouth twitched, and he wanted to arrange a deputy for Cheeman, but after thinking about it, he finally gave up.

Since you have decided to use the sharpest knife, why put another layer of film on it.

If Cheeman really went too far, Samwell can also take back his power at any time.

Anyway, the core of the opponent's army is their own people, and the logistics support depends entirely on Yingzui Island, so there is no need to worry about Cheman's tail.

After arranging all the matters, Samwell ended the meeting.

After everyone left, he fell into deep thought alone in the hut.

Going to King's Landing this time, even though he was just a witness for Duke Jon's death, Samwell always felt that this trip might not be easy.

After all, it is the center of power of the Seven Kingdoms, and it is also a gathering place for conspirators, a place full of lies, crime and blood.

This made him unable to help but want to improve his strength to deal with possible accidents.

But at present, his strength attribute has reached a bottleneck, and there is no way to improve it qualitatively without a large number of golden dragons or silver stags.

As for the agility attribute, he has not yet found a way to improve it quickly.

It is the spiritual attribute, Samwell has always had an idea.

At present, his spiritual attribute has reached 2.19, which is all due to the ghost grass, but with a large amount of intake, its effectiveness has become weaker and weaker. Today, he needs to eat fifty ghost grass to increase his mental attribute by 0.01 .

So, he must look for a new "spiritual food".

Before, he suspected that the spiritual attribute was related to the belief of the old gods, so he had the idea of eating weirwood.

But the weirwood is after all a sacred object in the hearts of the believers of the old gods. He was worried about causing bad influence, so he kept procrastinating.

Now, he decided to give it a try.

Samwell came to the bedroom, lay down on the bed, rolled up the whites of his eyes, opened his eyes again, and leaned over the falcon, soaring in the sky.

Following the direction in memory, Samwell quickly skimmed across the sea, and then plunged into the forest.

It wasn't long before he found the weirwood he had seen in his first eagle dream.

It has not changed from the last time I saw it. The huge and lush branches and leaves are like a huge hat, covering the entire mountain forest. The human face carved on the trunk is lifelike, as if it is really watching everything in front of it.

The Samwell Controller Falcon fell from the top of the tree, and then rose again into the air, but there was already an extra branch in the eagle's talons.

However, when he turned around and flew away from the weirwood, he always felt that there was a vague gaze watching him from behind.

Samwell resisted the urge to look back, ascended into the sky and disappeared.

When Falcon returned to Yingzui Island and placed the weirwood branch on the table, Samwell also got up from the bed.

He took the branch and put it in his mouth.

The blood-red juice oozed out, making Samwell's mouth a little more terrifying.

The taste of the branches is very bad, bitter and astringent, with a weird fishy smell.

Not to mention it was hard to chew, and it hurt his throat when he swallowed it.

But even so, Samwell's spiritual attributes did not increase.

He thought it was because he didn't eat enough, so he took a few more bites.

But still no change.

Weirwood doesn't work?

Samwell fell into doubt.

Could it be that I guessed wrong, isn't it related to the belief in the old gods?

(end of this chapter)