Kapitel 201: Chapter 200: Feeding the Dragon
The next morning, Samwell opened his eyes and saw Margaery's bright and pretty face.
The girl in his arms hadn't woken up yet; her pink and smooth skin felt so good that Samwell couldn't put her down.
His mischief awakened Margaery, and as their eyes met, a strange emotion welled up in their hearts.
"Good morning, my knight," Margaery smiled, as beautiful as morning dew.
"Good morning, my rose," Samwell laughed and then leaned forward to grab the girl's pink lips. After another moment of lingering, she finally gently pushed him away.
The girl had just experienced their intimate encounter and couldn't bear further indulgence.
Samwell got up from the bed, picked up the scattered clothes on the floor, and handed them to Margaery.
Margaery thanked him sweetly and then asked while getting dressed, "Sam, are you willing to go back to Highgarden with me?"
"Yes," Samwell put on a fine linen shirt and said with a smile, "If your father does not agree with our marriage, at worst, I will kidnap you again."
In fact, Samwell had originally planned to go to Highgarden since he couldn't truly run with the Duke's daughter.
Doing so would not only disrespect Margaery but also waste her noble status.
Margaery, as the "Highgarden Rose," was the only daughter of Duke Mace.
Marrying her would immediately elevate Samwell's status as an important nobleman in the Reach. However, if he were to elope with her, he would be denounced as a kidnapper by everyone in the Reach. The choice was obvious.
Margaery winked at Samwell, "It's not easy to abduct me from Highgarden.
But don't worry, I'm sure to convince Grandma, and as long as Grandma agrees, Father can only nod and marry me even if he is unwilling."
"Oh? Lady Olenna likes me so much?" Samwell teased.
Margaery giggled and said, "Grandmother said very early on that you are very cunning and clever, and you will definitely achieve a great milestone in the future."
"This is a compliment? Didn't she just criticise me!" Samwell intentionally put on an angry look, grabbed Margaery's slender waist, and lightly poked her playfully.
Margaery let out a coquettish cry, but there was more joy in her voice. They exchanged glances, and the atmosphere became ambiguous once again, leading to another passionate embrace.
...
It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that Samwell majestically walked out of the room.
Meanwhile, the delicate rose couldn't get out of bed anymore.
It is said that the nature of a man is to conquer, and conquering a woman, especially a noble and glamorous woman, gives a sense of accomplishment that is simply incomparable and wonderful.
"Deliver breakfast to Lady Margaery's room later," Samwell ordered the maid guarding the door.
"Yes, lord, " the blushing maid replied.
Samwell walked towards the hall, feeling that the sun had never been as bright as it was that day.
The sky was as blue as silk, and the birds were singing... Eh? What's wrong with that bird—shit, that's my own dragon!
Screaming, Cleopatra rushed at her master, smashing her triangular head into his chest. Samwell knew that his act of closing the window last night had annoyed the little guy, so he could only hug her and try to appease it.
Cleopatra threw herself into Samwell's arms, knocking him back repeatedly. She had quite a strong strength.
"Okay, okay. You're not young anymore; it's time to sleep in a separate bed..." Samwell's tone seemed to coax a child.
Murrr—
Cleopatra raised her head and spewed out a mouthful of flames, aiming straight for Samwell's forehead.
Although Samwell already had the "Unburned" talent, he was still disgraced.
Cleopatra hissed excitedly, and it almost felt like she was gloating in Samwell's ears.
However, Dragon's anger subsided a lot after spewing the flames. Eventually, it stopped causing trouble and hung quietly around Samwell's neck.
Samwell had to wash his face and change his clothes before going to breakfast.
Breakfast was very rich, including oatmeal, charcoal-grilled venison leg, boiled eggs, strawberries with cream, and keel soup specially made for Samwell.
After the exertions of the previous night, Samwell's appetite was whetted.
With Cleopatra constantly trying to steal his food, the servants had to add more food three times in succession.
Samwell drank the keel soup and felt his spiritual attributes continuing to increase. This gave him a sudden idea—what would happen if Cleopatra drank the keel soup?
So, he brought the keel soup to the white dragon.
She stretched her snake-like neck and smelled it but then turned her head in disdain and continued to bite the delicious deer legs.
Picky eaters? As a responsible parent, Samwell couldn't condone this kind of behaviour.
He immediately grabbed the white dragon by the neck and forcefully fed it a mouthful of keel soup.
Cleopatra fluttered her wings, stirred the air around her, and emitted bursts of fiery smoke. However, after drinking the mouthful of soup, she suddenly became quiet.
It seemed like she felt something.
This time, without Samwell force-feeding her, Cleopatra stuck her head into the bowl herself, gulping down the remaining keel soup.
Samwell watched this scene with a thoughtful look in his eyes. In fact, ever since the white dragon hatched, Samwell had always been concerned about its growth.
Back then, the Targaryen family fled to Dragonstone Island before the catastrophe of Valyria's doomsday, and they stayed dormant on the island for hundreds of years before embarking on a journey to conquer the continent of Westeros.
Why did they wait so long? In fact, they were waiting for the dragons to grow up.
When they arrived on Dragonstone Island, the Targaryen family still had five dragons, but four of them died one after another due to unknown reasons, leaving only Balerion.
Fortunately, two young dragons hatched from dragon eggs—Vhagar and Meraxes. The Targaryen family waited for these two young dragons to grow up as they hibernated on Dragonstone Island for hundreds of years.
It was clear that the growth period of dragons was quite long.
Although Samwell had obtained a white dragon, it was still too young for him to even ride, and the flames it spewed could only deal with a few people at most.
Such young dragons were obviously far from being the powerful battlefield gods of death.
If Samwell wanted to conquer the Seven Kingdoms in a short period of time relying solely on the White Dragon would be impossible.
Unless he had a way to accelerate the dragon's growth.
Seeing Cleopatra gulp down the keel soup and excitedly emit a scream, Samwell suddenly felt that he might have found a way.
Thinking of this, He quickly cleared away the remaining food and then brought Cleopatra to the storage room.
Inside, there were seven dragon skulls that Samwell had smuggled back from King's Landing.
Among them, two skulls had faded and turned white after repeated cooking, losing their ability to increase attributes.
The other five skulls were still crystal clear, resembling black agate, shimmering with a bewitching and beautiful gleam.
These dragon skulls had always been used by Samwell to make soup and increase his spiritual attributes.
But if they could also be used to accelerate Cleopatra's growth, Samwell wouldn't hesitate to use them.
A fully grown dragon could be worth thousands of troops on the battlefield.
If the keel supply in the territory will be exhausted, Samwell could always go to King's Landing to steal more.
He picked up one of the dark and crystal-clear skulls, brought it to Cleopatra's mouth, and seduced her in a coaxing tone, "It's delicious, try it."
Cleopatra leaned over to smell it, seeming a little hesitant as if unwilling to consume the remains of her own kind.
However, perhaps due to the keel soup she had drunk earlier, Cleopatra felt a familiar temptation from these remains.
She tentatively opened her mouth and took a bite.
Kaka—
Cleopatra retracted her head, neighing in grievance. She couldn't bite it.
Annoyed, She spewed another mouthful of flame, wrapping the skull in front of him.
But within the blazing dragon flames, the skull appeared, even more, crystal clear, resembling a night sky adorned with stars. After burning for a while and seeing no effect, Cleopatra gave up.
It seemed that she still couldn't consume the remains directly.
Samwell touched his chin, thinking that in the future, he might only be able to feed Cleopatra with keel soup.
He hoped this method could truly accelerate her growth. He didn't want to spend all his time trying to obtain a dragon only to raise it for his great-grandchild.
Leaving the storage room, Samwell noticed the territory manager, Gavin, waiting outside.
Gavin's tone was a little ambiguous, but also joyful as he asked, "My lord, did you rest well last night?"
He wished for Samwell and Margaery to get married on the spot, as it would ensure a bright future for Eagle Island.
"It's not bad," Samwell smiled. "What's the matter?"
"It's still a matter of cashing the work points," Gavin replied.
Samwell nodded confidently. "Tell the leaders that after fifteen days, anyone can redeem their work points."
Gavin was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise, "My lord, can you provide that much money?"
"No," Samwell shook his head slowly. "I can make them use their work points ."
"Consumption of work points?"
"Yes, let's discuss the details,".
[END]
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