Capítulo 215: Chapter 213: Earl Layton's Hint
Of course, Samwell knew that the "Dragon Mother" also hatched the dragon the moment the red comet came.
And there should be three dragons.
Just counting the time, it has only been more than a month, and the Earl of Oldtown, half a world away, has already known the news.
It seems that Lord Layton has been secretly paying attention to the remnant of the Targaryen.
Of course, Samwell would not mention Earl Layton. He just needed to use this prophecy to gain the support of the Hightower family.
"So you think I'm the prophesied prince?"
"At present, it seems that you are the most likely." Earl Layton said.
Samwell smiled slightly: "Then will the Hightower family stand on my side this time?"
Earl Layton also smiled slightly and said,
"The Hightower family will not stand on either side this time."
What a slippery fellow. Samwell complained secretly.
However, this result is also acceptable.
The power of the Duke Mace mainly comes from the Iron Triangle of Tyrell-Redwyne-Hightower, and in this Iron Triangle, the seemingly most low-key Hightower family is actually the most powerful corner. Now that the Hightower family remains neutral, the support that Duke Mace can get is greatly reduced immediately.
"Yes."
Samwell nodded, "Then, please sit on the sidelines and see if the nobles of the Reach are willing to support the evil son of the Lion family."
Earl Layton nodded with a smile, turned his eyes to the white dragon on Samwell's shoulder, and asked, "Sam, can you tell me how you hatched this dragon?"
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"It's that simple?" Earl Layton frowned.
"Yupp" Samwell added, "Just be careful not to overcook the dragon eggs."
"So that's how it is." Earl Layton smiled.
"Does the Hightower family have dragon eggs?"
Samwell asked, "If necessary, I can hatch them for you. After all, I have experience."
"We don't have dragon eggs." Earl Layton immediately denied, and then said with a smile, "But If we find them in the future, I may ask you to help hatch them."
Earl Layton didn't want to say more on this topic and started chatting instead.
Samwell chatted with him thoughtfully for a while, then took his leave.
After going out, Samwell walked on the promenade surrounded by flowers and suddenly met an unexpected person.
"Kingslayer?" Samwell said with a playful smile on his face.
"Who is the Kingslayer?" Jaime Lannister shot back.
Samwell stopped in his tracks and said with a smile: "You and Cersei's son was just a false king. Besides, I'm not like you. I didn't swore to protect the king."
Jaime noticed that Samwell's gaze was fixed on his severed hand, so he turned sideways unconsciously, blocking the other party's sight.
The baron here had his right hand chopped off, robbing him of his glory and added shame.
Without these, what is left of him... Jaime tried his best to calm down his agitated mood, and said coldly:
"Oaths? Hehe, how many vows have you made in your life? Protect women and children, protect justice, treat the weak, and be loyal to the lord... Do you remember all these oaths? And when one oath conflicts with another, what do you do? …When your lord is no longer just, do you stand on the side of the lord or on the side of justice?"
"But what qualifications do you have to judge me?" Jaime was deeply hurt by Samwell's eyes.
When Eddard Stark led his army into the Red Keep and saw him who kill the "Mad King" sitting on the Iron Throne, he had this kind of look—the look of judgment.
This look has haunted him for more than ten years.
"How did you get your knighthood?
When Mace Tyrell held the sword on your shoulder, didn't you swear loyalty?"
Jaime shouted, with resentment and reprimand in his voice, "But what are you doing now? Your loyalty? Your obedience? Your..." Seemingly sensing Jaime's threat to his master, the white dragon roared angrily, and a stream of dragon flames spewed out.
"Cleopatra, stop." Samwell patted the white dragon on the head.
He didn't want to burn Jaime here, or the old lion might go mad.
Even though Duke Tywin has two sons, the only heir he really recognizes is Jaime.
The dwarf's youngest son had never been taken seriously by him.
So if Samwell killed Jaime, the old lion would most likely give up Iron Throne and come to Highgarden to avenge his son.
He doesn't want to take that kind of hatred.
The flames died down, but Jaime's robes were already on fire, and he scrambled to remove them, screaming and cursing.
"It was Margaery Tyrell who held the sword on my shoulder back then. Even the 'almighty 'didn't want to canonize me personally, so why would he expect my loyalty?"
Samwell said coldly, then ignored the "Kingslayer" and turned to leave.
Jaime managed to get rid of his robe, coughing and crying from the smoke.
The robe in front of him was still burning, and the orange flames danced endlessly, like a strange elf, which aroused the most unbearable memory in Jaime's mind.
Back then, "Mad King" Aerys burned Duke Rickard Stark to death with such flame, burned to death the "Hammer and Dagger" King Chester Earl, and threatened to burn all people in King's Landing.
"The snatchers won't take my capital!"
Jaime heard the mad king's screams echoing in his ears, "I will leave them a city of ashes! Let Robert, the bastard, like me, become the charred bones and roasted flesh in King's Landing!"
The Targaryen family has practised cremation for generations. There is no grave, and the mad king wants to turn the entire city of King's Landing into his own cremation pile.
Jaime actually knew that the Mad King didn't really want to commit suicide. Like the former "Bright Flame" Aerion Targaryen, he believed that the flame would regenerate him and turn him into a real dragon.
Jaime had watched the Mad King order pyromancers to bury jars of Wildfire all over the city.
From the Great Sept of Baelor to the shabby huts of Flea Hole, from the cellars of Maegor's House to the base of the seven gates, there was this terrible substance everywhere.
And he could only stand under the Iron Throne, like a corpse in a white armour, watching silently.
He is a Kingsguard, who swears allegiance to the king and obeys his every order, no matter how crazy, how absurd, or how cruel... until Duke Tywin led his army into the city, and the mad king shouted angrily: "Offer your father's head, or I will burn you all!"
Finally, Jaime drew his long sword and killed the crazy king.
From then on, he became a "Kingslayer".
In the face of everyone's contemptuous eyes, he never explained.
The proud lion doesn't bother to argue.
The hand holding the sword was gone, but Jaime could still feel it, and it hurt so badly.
It gnaws at his heart like a poisonous snake.
But this kind of pain is far less than the sting of a look from the Duke of Winterfell, or from the baron who cut off his arm.
"You know nothing, just another look and you find me guilty! Why! What qualifications does the eagle have to judge the lion!" Jaime shouted at Samwell's back.
Unfortunately, the other party didn't look back at all.
Only the white dragon on the shoulder turned her head and gave the "King Slayer" a cold look.
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