MTL - Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King-Chapter 105 arrival

  Chapter 105 Arrival

  The night was dark.

  The dinner party was over, everyone fell asleep one after another, and Yingzui Island was shrouded in silence.

   Samwell was lying on the bed but not sleepy.

  He studied for a while on the "brackets plus one" behind his title on the attribute panel, and finally guessed that this is likely to be a free attribute point!

   So, which attribute should be added to it?

  Now his most powerful attribute is strength, which is as high as 4.44, which is far superior to normal humans. Maybe he can go to the famous strongman "Magic Mountain" in Game of Thrones.

  But now that he has found a stable way to increase the strength attribute—swallowing gold and silver, then there is no need to waste this precious freedom attribute on strength.

  Similarly, a way to improve the spiritual attribute has also been found. Although only one kind of grass has been found, Samwell has already had some ideas, and he should be able to find other foods to improve in the future.

  The only thing that confuses him is the agility attribute.

  His current agility is only improved by his own training, so it is only 1.25.

   He is only a little taller than normal, but because the weapon he wields is too heavy, this agility is obviously not enough.

   And this is also his biggest weakness at present.

  Thinking of this, Samwell made up his mind.

  He held his breath and focused all his attention on the column of agility.

   Sure enough, the value of the agility attribute jumped from 1.25 to 2.25, and the "brackets plus one" behind the Baron also disappeared.

  Hoo—

  Samwell only felt a lightness all over his body, as if the air around him was helping him move.

  He tried jumping out of the bed, dashing left and right in the small room, jumping and jumping, and found that his movement speed had really improved greatly.

  Although he may not be able to match those knights who specialize in agility, such as "Red Viper" Prince Oberyn, at least he is no longer a drag on his strength.

   Moreover, when his title continues to increase in the future, there should be more free attribute points, and even more next time...

  If this is the case, then he doesn't have to worry about not being able to find food to improve the agility attribute.

  Thinking of this, Samwell returned to bed contentedly, and fell asleep peacefully.

  —————

  The warm sunshine in the morning reflected the summer sea sparklingly. The sky was so blue that there was not even a trace of impurities, as if feeling the majesty of the king's hand, and even the wind and waves were much smaller.

  Escorted by the five warships of the Royal Fleet, the flagship of the Hand of the King, Duke Jon Arryn, slowly docked at the pier of Starfall City.

  The guards with bright armor jumped out of the boat nimbly and spread out, keeping the onlookers out.

  After that, I saw an old man with gray hair slowly walking down the gangway with the help of a maid.

  The nobles who came to greet him immediately bowed down and saluted.

  After Prince Oberyn finished his salute, he looked at Duke Jon and said:

   "Master Duke, you are much older than when we met last time."

  The hard work of the long journey made the old duke unable to straighten his back. After hearing Prince Oberyn's slightly teasing words, he didn't feel angry at all, and said with a smile:

   "I am getting old every day, and I believe you are too. On this point, the gods are the fairest."

"Yes." Prince Oberyn stared into Duke Jon's eyes, and his tone turned cold, "But the fairness that the gods cannot bestow, we can only take it by ourselves. Your lord, you owe the Martell family a fairness." ,do you remember?"

   Duke Jon still had a smile on his face: "Prince Oberyn, you are still the same as you were then. However, when I came to Dorne to negotiate with your brother, I only promised peace, but never fairness."

  The old prince paused and sighed: "If you want peace, you will inevitably sacrifice some justice."

   "Speaking lightly!" Prince Oberyn sneered, "It wasn't you who died!"

   "It's me too." Duke Jon said seriously.

  The corners of Prince Oberyn's eyes twitched, as if he was suppressing his anger: "In this case, I can only seek our justice with the sword in my hand!"

   Duke Jon sighed again, his tone full of exhaustion and helplessness: "Swords can't be fair, they will only make everything worse."

   After speaking, he ignored Prince Oberyn and continued on, greeting the nobles of the River Bend one by one.

   This time, the conversation between the two parties did not have the smell of gunpowder just now.

  Although the nobles of the Riverbend were also royalists during the Snatcher War, they did not cause fatal damage to the rebels after all, nor did they die tragically like the Martell family.

  If King Robert was here, he might still have a quarrel with Earl Randyll who defeated him back then, but Duke Jon has always valued peace.

   "Lord Randyll, I heard about the great reputation of your eldest son in King's Landing. Where is he? I'll see you."

  Earl Randall rarely squeezed out a smiling face: "Your Excellency, I'm really sorry, Sam is currently welcoming the Tyrell family on the Eagle's Mouth Isle. I'll introduce you when he arrives in Starfall City."

   Duke Jon nodded with a smile, and was about to say something when he suddenly heard a sharp voice behind him.

   "It's hot in here! It's hot in here! I don't want to be here, I want to go back, I want to go back!"

   Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a woman walking off the boat, holding a four or five-year-old boy in her arms, crying non-stop.

   "I'm sorry, everyone." Duke Jon looked back and began to apologize, "That's my son Robert. He has a louder voice, but he is still relatively timid."

  Everyone expressed relief, only Prince Oberyn said indifferently:

"My lord duke, I thought you were here to mediate the dispute, but I didn't expect you to come out to play with your wife and son. That's fine, I can personally show you the desert and mountains of Dorne, and I promise you will be worth it This line."

   Duke Jon smiled and didn't answer.

  In fact, he is also quite helpless. He has no intention of bringing his wife and children with him when he comes to Dorne this time. It is his wife Lysa who insists on coming, and there is nothing he can do about it.

At this time, the Duchess Lysa Tully also walked in front of the crowd. She was much younger than the old Duke, she looked about thirty years old, she had the typical blue eyes and red hair of the Tully family, and her lips were thin. It was due to the exhaustion of the journey, his face was pale and his spirit was not good.

   I don't know if it was because of seeing so many strangers suddenly, the boy in Mrs. Lysa's arms finally stopped crying, but buried his head in his mother's chest, refusing to lift it up.

  Mrs. Lysa smiled and saluted the nobles, and then tried to get the son in her arms to come out to say hello, but it was unsuccessful.

   "Sorry, my lords, Robert was frightened by the heat here when he came to Dorne for the first time."

   Seeing that Prince Oberyn seemed to be unable to control his poisonous tongue again, Princess Arianne hurriedly said:

   "Madam, don't worry, when Robert eats Dorne's delicious food, he won't cry anymore."

  Lady Lysa also responded with a smile: "You are Princess Arianne, you are really beautiful. No wonder my brother Edmure has been thinking about it."

  The atmosphere finally eased down again.

  Natalie also plucked up her courage, showed the aura of being the host, and went up to greet Duke Jon's family.

  The old prince looked at the little girl with a bit of a sigh:

   "Like, it's really too similar. Seeing you, I seem to see the glamorous Dane girl at the Harrenhal Tournament back then."

  Hearing this, all the nobles in Hewan showed joy.

  Duke Jon's words almost represent the royal family's acknowledgment of Natalie's identity.

  Princess Arianne's complexion became even more gloomy.

  She was at the end of the crowd, grabbed her uncle, and said in a low voice:

   "Uncle, why did you deliberately provoke Jon Arryn? Don't you know..."

   "I know what I'm doing." Prince Oberyn said indifferently, "Do you think Jon Arryn will favor Dorne if I don't say those few words?"

"Can…"

   "Don't worry, I have my own plan."

  (end of this chapter)