Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Samwell, who was leaning against the window to watch the play, froze for a moment, then nodded happily:

"good!"

Then he turned and went down the stairs to the courtyard.

In fact, the chief swordsman of Braavos was exactly the kind of opponent Samwell feared most-a highly agile assassin.

But he still wanted to come and try it himself, to see how far he was from this kind of person, so he could be mentally prepared.

Although Samwell had no hope of winning at all, Arya had full confidence in him, handed the wooden sword to him graciously, and winked at him, as if she couldn't wait for him to help her "revenge" "Are.

Samwell took the wooden sword, held it up in front of him, and saluted:

"Samwell Caesar, please advise."

"Syrio Forel, please advise." Syrio also stood still and saluted. He knew that the young knight in front of him had just won the spear championship in the tournament, so his attitude was quite cautious.

The two of them posed, but neither took the initiative to attack.

Because Samwell knew his "bulkyness", he planned to wait for work, and Syrio was because he didn't know the reality of the champion knight in front of him.

However, in the end it was the chief swordsman of Braavos who struck first, and saw that the wooden sword in his hand stabbed Samwell's chest violently.

Samwell also moved immediately, but instead of dodging, he rushed forward, slashing at the head with the wooden sword in his hand.

But Syrio seemed to have anticipated Samwell's reaction, as soon as he got short, his whole body slid to the left like flowing water.

Samwell rushed to nothing, and before he could react, he felt a burning pain in his left lower back.

"Young knight, this is not the way you are good at fighting." Syrio's flat voice came over.

It seems to want Samwell to take the initiative to admit defeat.

"Indeed. I'm better at charging on horseback." Samwell admitted frankly, but he didn't admit defeat. "However, when I warm up, it's not certain whether I will win or lose."

Syrio didn't say much, maintaining a fighting posture, and slowly circled Samwell.

He has already seen the weakness of the knight, so he naturally knows how to deal with it. I saw him gliding and dancing briskly, never confronting the knight head-on, but looking for gaps and flaws in the opponent's attack, and sent out his own wooden sword.

But Samwell felt more and more uncomfortable. He only felt that the swordsman on the opposite side seemed to be a soft current, making all his attacks impossible to hit, but he was always wrapped and attacked by the opponent, as if he was suffocating. Feel.

Fortunately, he used a wooden sword, otherwise he would have died countless times by now.

"Master Caesar, come on!" Arya's voice sounded.

It's a pity that Samwell doesn't have the energy to pay attention to the girl now, the swordsman in front of him puts too much pressure on him.

No matter what method he used, he still couldn't touch the opponent, although he knew that if he touched him, Syrio would never be able to withstand his attack.

The sweat on his forehead slowly left, blurring his vision, and there were more and more painful parts on his body. This feeling of being beaten passively became more and more unbearable. Just when Samwell wanted to admit defeat , Syrio's voice suddenly sounded:

"Don't think about it."

I don't know if the swordsman is teaching Arya or reminding Samwell.

"Feel," he said, "with your eyes, with your nose, with your skin, with your ears... feel with every part of your body, but don't think, it's too slow."

Samwell frowned, thinking that this guy was a bit ostentatious, but after a moment of concentration, he was hit by the wooden sword on his left arm again, causing burning pain.

This made him even more annoyed, he rushed forward a few steps, and slashed several times, but only hit the air, and at the same time, Syrio took the opportunity to poke him a few times.

Samwell estimated that his body was covered with bruises, and under the stimulation of pain, his mind went blank.

But at this moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and the wooden sword was blocked in front of his chest without thinking.

Click!

Two swords intersect!

This was the first time he had blocked Syrio's attack.

"Fine! Minds can fool us, but feelings don't." Syrio seemed pleased with that.

Samwell also calmed down, trying to find the feeling just now.

He knew that his agility attribute was low, and his movements would definitely be slow, but the feeling just now...

Snapped!

Inadvertently, Samwell was slapped on the back by Syrio's sword again, and he grinned in pain.

But with the help of the pain, he once again found the feeling just now.

My mind went blank.

The body suddenly became extremely flexible.

Click! Click!

Samwell actually blocked Syrio's two attacks in a row.

And he suddenly felt that the opponent's speed seemed to be slower than before.

No, it's not that the other party is slow.

But he is fast.

At this moment, Samwell seemed to have finally broken free from the shackles of the water pressure, and became extremely fast and agile.

Surprised, he glanced at his attribute panel, and then froze.

Samwell Caesar

Title: Baronet

Territory: Yingzui Island

Vassal: Lucas Dayne (Knight)

Strength: 6.74

Agility: 2.85 (+3.97)

Spirit: 3.97 (-3.97)

Charge into battle: 1/100

The changes in the spirit and agility attributes stunned him, but at this moment, his thinking seemed to have become extremely sluggish, and he couldn't even think about why this change happened.

But his body has become extremely agile.

The wooden sword in his hand swung at random without thinking, but blocked Syrio's attacks time and time again.

Kaka Kaka——

The sounds of wooden swords clashing became more and more intense.

Arya, who was watching the battle, widened her eyes, but even so, she could no longer see clearly the wooden swords of the two people who were fighting. The air was full of afterimages and the sound of clashing.

My teacher and Lord Caesar seemed to have suddenly grown hundreds of arms, wielding thousands of wooden swords in battle.

Click!

With a final crisp sound, the two wooden swords shattered at the same time.

Samwell didn't control the power well, and with a little more force, the wooden sword couldn't bear it.

Amidst the flying sawdust, the two finally gave up.

Syrio laughed loudly and said, "The young man is so smart! You will definitely become a great swordsman in the future!"

Samwell shook his head, trying to get rid of this feeling of brain rust.

Gradually, thinking began to speed up, but the body seemed to sink into the water again.

Looking at the attribute panel again, the abnormality just now has disappeared, and the agility and spirit have returned to their original values.

However, his brain was still dizzy, as if he hadn't slept all night.

"Thank you for your compliment." Samwell suppressed the doubts in his heart and bowed respectfully to Syrio, "Thank you for your advice too. However, I am a knight, not a swordsman."

"Then you will become a great knight." Syrio admired sincerely, "I have never seen anyone with such great potential."

Clap clap!

Arya clapped her hands excitedly, and shouted, "It's amazing! It's a wonderful match!"

"It's really wonderful!" A voice also came from the upper window.

When everyone looked up, they saw Duke Ed appeared there at some point.

Samwell said good-bye to Syrio and Arya, and went up the stairs to the Hand of the King.

Because he was thinking about the attribute change just now, Samwell only hurriedly explained to Duke Ed that he was about to leave King's Landing, and apologized for the lack of progress in the secret investigation.

Duke Ed probably didn't expect Samwell to find out anything in such a short period of time. At first, he only approached him with the attitude of trying, so he didn't criticize him harshly. He just told him to pay attention to the situation in Dorne after returning.

Concerns about a possible war were revealed in the words.

In fact, at this point, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Iron Throne and Dorne are bound to break out in war.

After leaving the Prime Minister's Tower, Samwell was still thinking about the attribute mutation just now.

Under Syrio's stimulation and reminder just now, Samwell's mental attribute was temporarily transformed into agility attribute, which gave him the ability to fight Syrio.

This discovery surprised him greatly.

After all, low agility has always been a pain in his heart, and he has never been able to find food that can improve agility, but if the mental attribute can be temporarily converted into agility attribute, then he doesn't have to worry about it.

Afterwards, he thought again, since the spiritual attribute can be temporarily transformed into agility, can it be temporarily transformed into strength?

Thinking of this, Samwell immediately focused on the two attributes of spirit and strength, trying to start the temporary conversion again.

Unfortunately, there has been no response.

Maybe a certain way is needed...

Samwell rubbed his swollen forehead and prepared to study it later. Right now, he just wants to have a good sleep.

When I woke up, it was already evening.

Samwell ate some bread casually and drank a large pot of keel soup before packing up and leaving the Red Castle for the port.

While he was waiting for the boat to sail, he found that someone had actually come to see him off.

"Lord Varys." Samwell got off the boat with a smile, "Your little bird told you I'm leaving?"

"Yes." Varys showed a sad expression, "Lord Caesar, if you don't tell me you're leaving, don't you really think of me as a friend?"

Samwell laughed loudly: "Of course I regard you as a friend, best friend."

Varys laughed too, but probably because he didn't believe Samwell's nonsense. The spider sighed, showing a melancholy expression:

"Master Caesar, after you go, we don't know when we will meet again. So there is something I have always wanted to ask you."

"You ask."

Varys moved closer and said softly, "Lord Caesar, you said earlier that a stag is not worthy to sit on the Iron Throne, so who is?"

Samwell didn't answer, but asked instead: "What do you think?"

Varys said seriously: "Targaryen."

Samwell had expected this, but still asked one more question: "Why?"

Varys' eyes suddenly became deep: "Lord Caesar, do you know how I was eunuched?"

"I heard it was done by a wizard."

"Yes. A wizard from Qarth, who claims to be immortal, is covered in purple all over his body. He seems to be able to absorb your soul just by looking at him. The wizard cut off my work and threw it into the In the fire, the flames jumped into blue, and I saw many visions..."

"What phantom?" Samwell couldn't help asking.

"I saw the long night, the year without daylight,

I saw the icy wind howling from the north, covering hundreds of feet of snow, freezing all the crops to death,

I saw the white devil moving through the darkness, bringing destruction, terror and despair,

I see the king in the castle tremble as the farmer in the hut die,

I've seen people cry with tears freezing on their faces, I've seen...

I've seen a lot of horrible things, but also hope..."

Samwell frowned: "The hope you see is Targaryen?"

"That's right. The gods have revealed to us that the end is approaching, so we must be prepared. And for that glimmer of hope, we must no longer allow infighting and division. The Seven Kingdoms must be united under one voice , under one order.

And this, the Bucks can't do it, the lion can't do it, the direwolf can't do it, and the roses, falcons, trout, and sun halberds can't do it.

Only the dragon! "

"The dragons are extinct," Samwell reminded.

"But they will come back!" Varys' eyes sparkled with piety, "I've seen it in the blue fire!"

Samwell said nothing.

Varys grabbed the baron's wrist, and his tone became extremely sincere:

"Master Caesar, why didn't I expose you to Littlefinger before? Because I know that Littlefinger is a selfish and ambitious man. He only cares about his own status and power, and never cares about other people's lives.

Chaos is the ladder?

No, chaos is the abyss that devours all!

Only order is our hope to survive the doomsday catastrophe!

Only Targaryen, who owns the dragon, can establish such an order! "

Samwell withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "Master Varys, you are too talented to be the chief intelligence officer. You should be an envoy. From then on, the king does not need an army. You can persuade any enemy to surrender with just your mouth."

"We have never been enemies." Varys said seriously.

"I know." Samwell laughed, "I also agree with your point of view. Since the 'Conqueror' Aegon Targaryen landed in this place three hundred years ago, the Seven Kingdoms have been a stupid and outdated Concept. The Iron Throne needs a stronger and wiser monarch, Lord Varys, let us wait and see."

After speaking, he turned and boarded the boat.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on Heishuiwan, like a golden channel for the sailing ships.