Chương 27: Chapter 27
"My lord, these are the special delicacies of our tribe, roasted lamb heart, roasted pigeon, stewed snake meat, as well as lime mountain grapes..."
Looking at the food in front of him, Samwell was satisfied as he nodded, raised his wine glass, and said,
"Thank the gods for the food!"
Everyone raised their glasses quickly.
The wine is plum wine, sweet and sour, and the taste is not bad.
Although the tribal cuisine is not very good in appearance and rough in cooking, the taste is actually not bad.
Unfortunately, Samwell still failed to find the food that would increase his attribute points.
Swallowing the last piece of pigeon meat, Samwell wiped his mouth with a napkin and asked,
"Have you heard of the Wandering Raven Tribe?"
Cheman quickly put down his knife and fork, and said,
"My lord, the Wandering Raven Tribe is One of the savage tribes."
"Where is their camp? Is it far from here?"
"My lord, it's hard to say." Cheman explained, "The Raven tribe has no fixed camp, it is a tribe that is constantly migrating and wandering. , They regard the crows as the messengers of the gods, so they are called the Ravens ."
Samwell frowned: "Then can you find them?" "
"Of course. As long as the crow tribe is still in this mountain forest, there will always be track, but it will take some time to find out their whereabouts."
"Okay, you send someone to do it as soon as possible. Let me know when you have news."
"Yes." Chiman nodded, and then asked, "My lord, may I ask why you are looking for them?"
"Have you ever heard of ghost grass?"
Cheman shook his head.
Just when Samwell was disappointed, the Shaman Saru said:
"My lord, I have heard of it."
"Oh? Then do you know where I can find this kind of grass?"
"Sorry, my lord, this kind of grass is rare, and it is said to have spirituality, and it will hide from human eyes. Only people from the Raven Tribe can find it."
Samwell nodded with some disappointment.
Now he only found two kinds of food that can improve attributes - golden tail shrimp and ghost grass.
Goldentail shrimp are available, although expensive.
As for the ghost grass, it seems that the only way to find it is the Raven tribe.
After the meal, Samwell didn't stay long and set off to return to Bleak Island.
Cheman led the clansmen to send Samwell and his party out of the gate of the village.
Samwell looked at Katu who was following behind him like a follower, and suddenly turned around and called the Shaman Saru aside alone.
"Saru, would you like to go to Bleak Island with me?"
"No, my lord. I appreciate your kindness, but this is my home. I was born here and will die here."
Samwell looked at the indifferent wizard Saru and couldn't hide his surprise.
He originally thought that Saru's offering of Cheka's son Katu was a kind of political speculation.
But now it seems that this may not be the case.
"Stay here, you may die inexplicably." Samwell couldn't help persuading again.
Saru dedicated Katu to Samwell, which is equivalent to putting a chain around Cheman's neck, and he will definitely be hated by Cheman for this.
Cheman is not a soft-hearted person.
A person who even killed his father and brother would naturally not mind killing one more shaman.
Saru smiled slightly and calmly said:
"My lord, everyone will die , and I am no exception."
Samwell sighed, knowing that the old shaman probably already had the will to die.
Probably because of the guilt of the old patriarch's death, he thought of atonement with his death.
Samwell always felt that it was a pity that the old shaman in front of him died like this.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about this? Although I have exempted tiger tooth Village from paying taxes for three months, I still need a tax official. Saru, are you willing to be this tax official?"
Saru was stunned for a while, of course he knew that this was an amulet left by Samwell for himself. With this position, if Cheman really dared to kill him, it would be a great challenge to the authority of the lord.
But Saru didn't immediately accept the kindness, instead he frowned.
Seeing this, Samwell persuaded again:
"Even if it's for this village, you should live on. I won't feel relieved to leave this place to Cheman alone."
Saru nodded and said: "Okay, my lord , in that case, then let me serve you." "
"That's right!" Samwell laughed, "Don't say death easily. This world is still very big and exciting, let's have a look together."
"The outside world doesn't belong to us…"
"Who said that?" Samwell interrupted, "You are also the descendants of the ancestors and Andals, are you are born lower than the people of the Reach ? You don't lack wisdom and courage, but you lack someone who can unite all the wildlings."
Saru raised his head, and saw the undisguised ambition in the eyes of the young knight in front of him.
Will all wildlings be united?
At this moment, Saru suddenly remembered something.
His old and tired heart seemed to suddenly glow with vitality and beat violently.
"You're right." Saru looked at Samwell with sharp eyes, and said, "The hundreds of thousands of savages in the Red Mountains need a hero! They have been waiting for thousands of years for this!
I once heard the revelation of the gods in the wind in the mountains. He said that after the long summer, darkness will invade, and a great king will be born from the ashes. He will be the light in the long night, the savior of the world, and the messenger who acts on behalf of the will of the gods! "
What the hell?
Samwell was taken aback by the blazing light in the old shamn's eyes.
His casual remark ignited the enthusiasm of this old shaman .
But the next moment, he noticed that the old wizard's "revelation of the gods" mentioned is surprisingly similar to the "red robe woman" in play, Melisandre, the priestess of the Lord of Light, prophesied about the reincarnation of Azor Ahai.
Both Key words such as the end of the long summer, darkness, fire, and light are all at the core of the story of heroes saving the world.
Is this a coincidence?
Or... All the gods are revealing the same prophecy to their believers?
At this moment, Samwell suddenly found an inspiration.
Why can't he use this prophecy?
In this world, the easiest way to have a strong appeal is to have a ancient nobelblood.
Unfortunately, this is what Samwell lacks.
Tarly family is obviously not a ancient nobel bloodline, not to mention that he has changed his surname to Caesar.
People in Westeros have never heard of this surname.
Therefore, if Samwell wants to have a bigger role in this game of power Influence, more supporters, he must choose another path -
faith.
The appeal of faith is extremely terrifying.
Although the armed forces of the religious order have become history, after all, it once gathered a large number of followers in the name of faith , and even almost overthrew the rule of the Targaryen family.
Thinking back to the people who participated in the power game in ancient earth , which one didn't use some tricks?
What is cutting a white snake, what is dreaming day into the bosom, what is full of red light, feet on seven stars, chest with four breasts...
Samwell felt that he could also create some auspiciousness.
Isn't it "Land of Smoke and Salt", "Burning Red Sword" and the like, he can make up stories to add to it.
When he was weak, this kind of story was naturally useless, and not many people would believe it, but when he become strong enough, this prophecy would become an amplifier of his fame, making more people believe that he is the one who is messenger of God, so they will willingly surrenders at his feet.
Maybe even the "woman in red" would mistake him for the prophesied prince.
Thinking of this, Samwell no longer avoided the old shaman's fiery gaze, and said with a smile:
"Saru, do you want to hear the story of my childhood?"
"Of course, this will be my pleasure!"
[END]
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