Chapter 218 High Court Support

Refreshing green light filters through the diamond-shaped stained glass windows embedded on the wall, and the breeze gently blows the fragrance of roses in the courtyard into the house.

Samwell stood at the door with Margaery, smiling and nodding:

"Lady Olenna."

"Caesar." Madam Olenna's tone was complicated.

She turned her head to look at her granddaughter, and said, "Margaery, let me talk to him alone."

"Okay." Margaery responded obediently, gave the man a comforting look, and then turned to leave.

When there were only two people left in the room, Mrs. Olenna sneered and said:

"Amazing, Caesar. He forced my son to admit that a stag is a horse. With this ability to turn black and white, I have to admit that I still underestimated you before."

Samwell smiled, sat down on the chair opposite Mrs. Olenna, poured himself a cup of scented tea, and said:

"Madam, you should think about why the nobles of the Riverbend would rather believe my lies than admit the facts of the Duke of Metz. This time, it is not so much my confusion of right and wrong, as it is the betrayal of Lord Metz."

"Don't scare me here!" Madam Olenna curled her lips, "Do you really think the Tyrell family can be manipulated by you? If it wasn't for Margaery's sake this time, I haven't intervened. Can you win so easily?"

"I have always been grateful for your mercy." Samwell showed a sincere smile, "Mrs. Olenna, I also know that you have resentment in your heart. But please believe me, I have no disrespect to the Tyrell family This time is also an act of self-preservation. I hope we can all forget this unpleasantness, so that we can face the future together

The future of House Caesar and House Tyrell. "

Mrs. Olenna's complexion finally eased a little, she looked at Samwell with piercing eyes, and asked a rather explicit question:

"Sam, tell me, do you really want to sit on the Iron Throne?"

Samwell took a sip of scented tea, and said in a flat but firm tone:

"I promised your granddaughter to return her a king."

"Ambition is really big." Madam Olenna chuckled, "But yes, with a dragon, who wouldn't want to be the next 'conqueror'?"

She changed the topic, and her tone became severe again:

"But your dragon needs time to grow. During this period, do you know what you need to do most?"

"Avoid being the target of public criticism." Samwell blurted out, obviously having thought about this issue carefully.

"Very good!" Mrs. Olenna smiled for the first time, "It seems that you are still awake. Then I will give you a piece of advice."

"Please speak."

"The more you want to sit on the Iron Throne, the less you can rush to climb up. Remember, the one who laughs last laughs the happiest."

Samwell nodded slowly, thinking that this is the meaning of "becoming king slowly":

"Thank you for your advice, I will keep it in my heart."

Mrs. Olenna stared into Samwell's eyes, convinced that the other party really listened, she nodded in satisfaction, and said:

"So, what are you going to do next? Are you going to help Stannis Baratheon deal with the Lannisters?"

"No." Samwell shook his head decisively.

"Why?" Mrs. Olenna seemed to be inspecting the students.

"If I help Stannis sit on the Iron Throne, not only will he not be grateful, but he will regard me as a threat, because I have dragons." Samwell said calmly, "Not only him, but also the three families of Osprey and Hawk, In order to drive the dragon family out of the Westeros continent, they fought a war of looters, and now that I have hatched another dragon, I am afraid it will be difficult to have a friendly attitude."

"That's right." Mrs. Olenna nodded approvingly, "Although you and Stannis are still related by marriage, this blood relationship can't help you. The Florens family supports you now, but they just want to use you to control the river." From the standpoint of the Bay Area, they won't need you in the future. Hehe, you see, will that old Ellister recognize you as his grandson? In my opinion, he will definitely declare you a remnant of the Blackfyre and demand that the whole territory The lord is attacking Yingzui Island."

Samwell nodded silently. Lady Olenna was right. The power of the Florens family is not enough to rely on. The foxes in Brightwater City must give priority to supporting Stannis.

Ms. Olenna asked again: "So, Sam, in the next war, what kind of position should you, or the Reach Land, choose?"

"I have already formed a deadly feud with the Lannister family, so I can only support Stannis, but this is only a nominal support." Samwell smiled slightly, "In fact, we sit back and watch Lions fight."

"Just sit and watch?"

"Of course not. We have to take this opportunity to strengthen our strength!"

"How to grow?" Mrs. Olenna kept asking.

"The Reach borders Dorne, Stormland, and the Western Territory. If we want to expand, we can only go in these three directions." Samwell said after deliberation,

"First of all, the Western Territory must not be attacked, because that will directly attract the lion's counterattack, which is tantamount to helping Stannis attract firepower.

Secondly, it may be difficult to attack the Stormlands. After all, we support Stannis in name, so we can't attack the Lu family's lair.

So, I think Dorne is the only choice. It just so happens that Dorne is allied with the Lannister family, and our dealing with Dorne can be regarded as weakening the opponent, and it is hard for Stannis to say that we stand idly by. "

"Attack Dorne?" Madam Olenna sneered, "Do you think you can conquer Dorne with just one dragon? Don't you forget that Aegon the Conqueror had three dragons, but adult dragons! Didn't make Dorne yield."

"Of course I know that Dawn is difficult to conquer." Samwell was also a little helpless, "But this is the best choice for us at this stage. Moreover, we still have Natalie Dane in our hands. When the time comes, we will use the Dane family to fight." Instead of the Martell family, I believe the resistance of the Dornish people should not be so fierce."

Mrs. Olenna still shook her head: "You have underestimated the Dornish people, and you have also underestimated the Martell family. Unyielding, unyielding, and unyielding. This family is really at the bottom of the nine major families in Westeros in terms of strength. , but such a not-so-powerful family has never been conquered by force.

If you have a serious understanding of the war between the Iron Throne and Dorne, especially the first Dorne war, you might not make such a rash decision. "

Samwell tried to justify: "Of course I know about the First Dorne War, it's just..."

"Do you really understand?" Madam Olenna interrupted, "Then do you know how many people died in that war in Dorne?"

"This...it seems that there is no accurate statistics."

"Not really. But that war lasted nine years, nine years. Nine years when House Targaryen had three dragons!

All the towns in Dorne were burned by the dragonfire, and more than once, even the sand around the town was melted into glass. It is impossible to count how many people died.

But at that time, Dorne had become a smoking desert, famine, plague, and drought were raging. Passing merchants said it was a cursed land.

However, the Martell family still did not give in. Dorne Princess "Yellow Toad" declared that she would rather see her people die than become slaves to the dragon.

The Dornish could not defeat the Iron Throne on the frontal battlefield, but they made the enemy miserable through harassment, assassination, poisoning and other means.

It can no longer be called a war, but an ugly, **** and terrifying assassination and revenge. Countless nobles from the six countries died due to various despicable methods. Even the "Conqueror" himself was assassinated three times, Wissani Queen Ya was also ambushed, and Queen Renis, who was riding a giant dragon, was shot by a crossbow arrow from Hellgate Fort, and died after being tortured and devastated inhumanely in the dungeon of the Uller family.

The "conqueror" who conquered the other six countries finally realized that he could not conquer Dorne, and announced his withdrawal.

And since then, throughout his life, he has never launched any wars.

Think about it, Sam, are you really going to chew on this hardest bone? "

Samwell listened silently. Of course he knew this history, but he had never felt the blood and cruelty in it so clearly.

"The people of Dorne hate dragons." Madam Olenna concluded, "If you take that white dragon to the land of Dorne, you will immediately awaken the hatred and anger that have been hidden in their hearts for more than a dozen generations. Believe me , you can't conquer Dorne. The little girl of the Dane family can't help you either."

Samwell said helplessly: "But I have no better choice except Dawn."

"No, you have."

"where?"

"The Stormlands."

Samwell frowned when he heard the words: "But wouldn't this offend Stannis? I have already been with the Lannister family forever, and if I offend the Wolf Deer Osprey Alliance, wouldn't I become a public enemy of the whole territory? Of course Yes, I also know that even if I don't fight the storm, the fish, wolf, deer and eagle will be hostile to me, but I must at least give an explanation to the nobles of the river bend. If they know that I am so arrogant that I will challenge the nobles of the whole territory, I am afraid there will be some dissatisfaction. Few people want to retreat."

"Under normal circumstances, this is indeed the case, but the lion made a foolish move, so you have a chance." Mrs. Olenna smiled mysteriously, and handed a letter to Samwell, "This is just received Letter of appointment from King's Landing."

Samwell took a look: "The king legalized Robert's illegitimate son? And appointed him Duke of Storm's End?"

He immediately realized what Lady Olenna meant by chance.

"Stannis will definitely veto the legitimacy of this illegitimate child!" Samwell's eyes sparkled, "And we can also use the excuse of helping the Baratheon family eradicate the tyrant, and stretch our hands into the storm!"

"That's right." Mrs. Olenna smiled and nodded, "Compared to Dorne, the Stormlands are much richer, and their bones are much softer. Moreover, there is only a forest and a river between it and King's Landing. In the future, if the North The two kings are about to decide the outcome, and it is very convenient for you to intervene."

Samwell thought about Mrs. Olenna's suggestion, and felt that the Stormland was indeed a more suitable target than Dorne.

Although this may arouse Stannis' vigilance and hostility, as long as he expresses his support on the surface and has a plausible excuse, Stannis will only eat it if he is worried that the bend of the river will completely fall to the lions. This dark loss, pretending not to know.

"Okay!" He made up his mind, "Then it will be a storm."

Madame Olenna reminded: "However, you can't let your guard down on Dorne. Although they have suffered heavy losses this time, Doran Martell is not an easy person to deal with. You have to be careful."

"I understand." Samwell nodded and wrote it down, and then asked in an expectant tone, "Mrs. Olenna, since you have approved me, then my marriage with Margaery..."

"Get engaged first." Mrs. Olenna said, "Wait until three years after the formal marriage."

Samwell had long guessed that Mrs. Olenna would not agree to get married right away, but isn't three years too long...

If you want to mess with Margaret's belly, it depends on whether Mrs. Olenna will marry her granddaughter.

Well, that's a good idea.

Samwell showed an innocent smile: "Yes."

Perhaps because she was worried about chilling Samwell's heart, Mrs. Olenna added:

"Don't worry. After the engagement, the Tyrell family will be your solid backing, and we will fully support you to ascend the Iron Throne."

"OK."

"Now, on behalf of the Tyrell family, I will give you the first gift first." Mrs. Olenna smiled and handed over a parchment.

Samwell took it and unfolded it, and found that it was a viscount appointment letter.

At the same time, the title column on his attribute panel immediately changed to Viscount Yingzuiyu.

Five points of free attributes are also attached.

(end of this chapter)