Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 143

  After seeing Margaery's performance, Samwell was slightly relieved.

   There are still people in the Tyrell family who understand.

   Margaret didn't speak now, probably because she didn't want to reject Duke Renly in person.

  Privately, she probably would persuade the two idiots Garland and Loras.

   In this way, the nobles of the Riverbend should not follow Lord Renly all the way to the dark.

  Samwell felt relieved and was ready to continue implementing his plan.

   It has to be said that with Duke Renly showing his ambition, his plan is easier to implement.

   "Lord Renly, I have a suggestion."

   "Sam, tell me." Lord Renly turned around with an attitude of listening attentively.

   "I think you can order a trial for Duke Jon's death as soon as possible."

  Hearing Samwell's old incident again, Duke Renly didn't show any impatience, he just comforted him with a smile:

   "Sam, I can understand your eagerness, but let's put this matter on hold for now. Don't worry, when the situation stabilizes, I will hold a trial as soon as possible."

  Samwell shook his head and said with a smile: "Lord Renly, in fact, I suggest that you hold a trial just to help you stabilize the situation."

   "Oh?" Duke Renly became interested, "Why do you say that?"

Samwell gave a little hint: "Think about it, my lord. If the trial is held now, the life of the 'Red Viper' will be in your hands. As long as there is no result, the Dornishmen in King's Landing will obey you." The command."

   "Yes!" Duke Renly stood up excitedly.

He already understood what Samwell meant. As long as the trial begins, the life of the "Red Viper" largely depends on him, the Minister of Justice who presides over the trial. Whether you are grateful for his kindness or afraid of his authority, you will obey his orders.

   In this way, he gained an extra help for nothing.

"Okay! I will give an order later, and the trial of the 'Red Viper' will be held tomorrow!" Duke Renly walked up to Samwell excitedly, and took his hand enthusiastically, "Thank you! Sam! This is really a good idea!"

  Considering this man's sexual orientation, Samwell wanted to take his hand out, but felt that it would be too rude, so he could only smile awkwardly.

   "Lord Renly, in that case, will you offend Lord Eddard, Hand of the King?" Loras reminded.

   "Don't worry about him." Duke Renly finally let go of Samwell, "This is my duty as the Minister of Justice."

  Samwell secretly gave Duke Renly a thumbs up.

  Very good, iron-headed boy, go ahead!

  Once the news of the trial tomorrow gets out, Samwell doesn't believe that the "Red Viper" can continue to be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

  Then, Duke Renly began to boast, describing the grand plans and great achievements he planned to carry out after becoming regent. It seemed that he couldn't wait to flex his muscles.

  Samwell listened silently, echoing and praising a few words from time to time, very flattering.

   It was not easy for Duke Renly to finish his interest before everyone left.

  Samwell took a few steps, and sure enough, he heard Margaery's voice behind him:

   "Sam, wait for me."

   "Miss Margery." Samwell stopped and waited for Margery to follow, walking side by side with her.

  However, the two of them just chatted casually about topics such as the weather and food. It wasn't until they returned to Margaery's room and closed the door that she changed the subject and asked:

   "Sam, at Duke Renly's place, did you have something to say but didn't dare to say?"

  Samwell smiled slightly and asked:

   "You have been silent, you should be the same as me?"

   "Yes." Margaery nodded frankly, "Loras is determined to support Duke Renly, but I always hesitate."

  Samwell is also a little speechless, Loras is such a fool, he puts his family's future on the line for his good friends, is this called being blind for love?

   "Before you came to King's Landing, did Mrs. Olenna explain anything?" As a vassal of the Tyrell family, Samwell was actually not very good at directly interfering in the decision of the monarch, so he pulled out the "Queen of Thorns".

  Margaery revealed a look of reminiscence: "Grandma said, let's come to King's Landing to watch a play."

   "That's it." Samwell shrugged, "I let you watch the play, but I didn't make you foolishly rush to the center of the stage."

"You're right. If grandma knew that we expressed our support for Duke Renly in this way, she would probably lose her temper. But..." Margaery seemed a little helpless, "But Loras and Garland have already expressed their stance, if we go back on our word , will it damage the reputation of House Tyrell?"

   "Let's put the reputation aside first." Sam Wells said, "Let's start with the perspective of strength, what do you think the chances of Duke Renly's success are?"

   "I think the chances are quite high. After all, he has the will, doesn't he?"

  Samwell finally knew why Margaery hesitated. She actually took chances and thought that Renly might win.

   "No, I think Duke Renly will definitely lose." Samwell said firmly, wanting to completely dispel Margaery's thoughts in this way.

"Why?"

  Samwell looked at the bright and attractive girl in front of him, and secretly lamented that although she was smart, had a high EQ, and was good at winning people's hearts, she was still somewhat naive in politics.

  "Because Duke Renly has only one piece of paper, but his opponent has overwhelming strength."

   "What do you mean by strength?"

"Army. To be more precise, it is the army in the Red Keep. Lord Renly has no one in the Kingsguard, and he has nothing to do with the Capital Guard. If he wants to rely on the swords of the nobles of the Reach, at most Coupled with the Dorne nobles, it is impossible to win."

  Margaery's face changed slightly: "Sam, do you think this matter will lead to a confrontation?"

Samwell nodded seriously: "Political struggles have always been the bloodiest and cruelest. Think about what happened to Rhaegar Targaryen's wife and children back then. Think about Jon Arryn, think about it Your Majesty Robert..."

   "You think His Majesty Robert was also murdered?"

   "This city has never lacked betrayal and murder." Samwell said in a deep voice, "This is not the garden of Highgarden, but the bloodiest power arena in the Seven Kingdoms."

   Margaret was frightened, and her face turned pale.

  She bit her lips lightly, as if she was still a little unwilling: "Actually, I have also thought about the Capital Defense Army before. If Duke Renly can win their support, is there hope?"

  Samwell still shook his head, mercilessly piercing her fantasy:

   "Renly can't win the capital garrison."

"Why?"

   "Do you know the commander of the capital garrison?"

   "Ser Janos Slynt." Margaery nodded, "I heard some scandals about him taking bribes."

   "That's right, Janos Slynt only works for money, and he will follow whoever bids the most. So, tell me, Miss Margaery, can Lord Renly bid more than the Lannisters?"

   Margaret choked for a moment.

   Yes, who in the Seven Kingdoms can compare with the Lannister family in terms of financial resources?

  Even with the help of the Tyrell family, Renly couldn't possibly match the Lannister family in terms of money, that is a family with a gold mine under their ass.

  Margaery was silent for a moment, then asked again: "So, you think Queen Cersei will win this time?"

   "Maybe. At least she has a better chance of winning than Renly." Samwell shrugged and didn't finish his sentence.

In fact, Cersei is just a self-righteous crazy woman. She will only be used as a gun. As for the real winner in the end... If Samwell does not make a move, I am afraid it will be "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish, but now He released a venomous snake, and the rest of the matter may not be certain.

   "Well, I will try my best to dissuade Garland and Loras from getting involved in the political disputes in King's Landing."

  Seeing that Margaery finally gave up her previous thoughts, Samwell heaved a sigh of relief.

  However, Garland should be able to persuade, but Loras, Samwell doubts whether Margaery can persuade that silly child who is crazy about love.

   "Sam, what are your plans?" Margaery's eyes were full of inquiry.

   "What plans can I have, I just want to stay quietly and watch the show, and pray that I will not be affected by this political storm."

"I don't think so." Margaret approached with a smile, "You have seen the situation in the Red Castle clearly, I don't think you will do nothing. Tell me, Sam, what are you planning? Perhaps I can help you."

The two were very close, and Samwell could clearly smell the elegant and sweet fragrance from the girl's body. There was an ambiguous atmosphere in the quiet and closed space, as if he could kiss the piece of her body as long as he leaned forward a little. Delicate red lips.

   "I'm just a little baron, what can I plan." Samwell restrained the temptation.

  He wasn't that idiot Renly, who wanted everything to be known.

   "I don't believe it." Margaery pouted aggrievedly, showing a cute expression, "You must have your purpose in pushing Duke Renly to hold the trial as soon as possible. Tell me, Sam, my knight."

   "That's because I want to go home early." Samwell spread his hands, "King's Landing is too dangerous, I don't want to stay here for too long."

"Really?"

   "True than gold."

  Margaery stared at Samwell for a while, then finally shook her head and sighed:

   "Sam, I have never seen your heart clearly, I don't know what you desire..."

   "Your dream is my desire." Samwell said sincerely.

"my dream?"

   "Yes. You want to be queen." Samwell said with a smile, "As your knight, my greatest desire is to help you achieve it."

   Margery giggled, not sure if she believed Samwell's words or not.

  She stretched out her white and jade-like hand to the baron, and said:

   "Kiss me, my knight."

  Samwell lowered his head and pressed a kiss between the girl's fingers.

   It’s the end of the month, and the radish has exploded. Brothers, shouldn’t it be time to vote for the monthly ticket?

  (end of this chapter)