Chapter 311 Dividing the deer
bang bang bang—
"Open the door! Open the door!"
Outside the dungeon, Sir Arman Peake shouted at the locked iron door, "Gals! Let my father go! If you want anything, we can talk!"
Nothing happens inside the door.
Sir Oman spoke again:
"Let my father go, I promise not to kill you!"
Still no response.
"If you don't open the door again, I won't be polite!"
There is still no response from the door, as if they are confident.
Sir Oman, in desperation, turned around and said:
"Go get the battering ram and knock the door open!"
"yes!"
After the soldiers left, Sir Oman waited anxiously at the same place, and the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger.
He didn't expect to encounter such an accident when Gaoting had already fallen.
Is this the deer party's dying struggle?
Not long after, Sir Oman did not wait for the battering ram, but waited for Earl Lando Tarly.
"Sir Oman, we came to Highgarden this time only for Lady Olenna, why do you allow your subordinates to kill wantonly?"
Earl Randall's question made Sir Oman confused.
But Sir Oman is now concerned about his father who was imprisoned in the dungeon, and he didn't think about why Earl Landau had such an attitude when he came up, so he explained:
"Lord Randyll, I didn't condone the soldiers killing people indiscriminately. Before we entered the city, Highgarden..."
"Stop making excuses!" Earl Randle interrupted coldly, "Where's Titus Peake? Let him come out to see me!"
"Father was taken into the dungeon by Garth Tyrell." Sir Arman pointed to the closed iron door of the dungeon. "Then he locked the door tightly and refused to come out. I was about to be attacked by force."
Earl Randall glanced at the dungeon and said:
"No need, this war is over, let your men put away their weapons."
"But my father..."
At this moment, the sound of flapping leather wings suddenly came from the sky.
Sir Oman raised his head, and saw a huge white dragon slowly descending.
The scorching air mixed with dust rushed towards the face, causing the soldiers to retreat one after another.
It wasn't until the dragon fell to the ground that Ser Arman saw clearly that sitting on the dragon's back, besides Caesar, there was actually Duke Mace Tyrell.
"Everyone!" Sam Wells said loudly, "Master Mace was held hostage by the traitors of the Deer Party and made a series of wrong decisions, but now he has come to his senses."
"Yes, yes, wake up!" The Duke of Mace was patted on the shoulder by Samwell, and said quickly, "The Deer Party are a bunch of damned bastards! I, I, because I believed their lies, led to The civil turmoil in the river bend... It's all my fault, my fault..."
Samwell nodded with satisfaction, and asked again:
"The Nama Party is besieging High Court this time..."
"It's to help me eliminate the chaotic party!" Duke Metz said quickly, "It's an act of justice, and I will never blame it."
Sir Oman couldn't help but said:
"In this case, Lord Mace, can you let Sir Garth release my father?"
"Your father?" Duke Metz didn't know what was going on yet.
Just then, there was a creaking sound from the direction of the dungeon.
Sir Arman turned his head to look, and saw the iron door slowly opening, and Garth Tyrell came out.
"Gals! Where's my father!"
Gals first bowed to the Duke of Mace on the dragon's back, and then said unhurriedly:
"Titus Peake allowed his men to kill wantonly in High Court, and I have killed him."
While speaking, several knights walked out of the dungeon, carrying the body of Earl Titus Peake.
Sir Oman roared, and was about to charge forward with his sword.
But the next second, his face changed, and he stopped suddenly.
Boom—
The thick dragon tail almost fell against Sir Oman's face.
The ground shook violently, and the shattered bluestone slabs flew in all directions, hitting the body with pain.
Sir Oman's face was pale, and he stood still for a while.
At this time, he heard Samwell's voice:
"Sir Oman, please put down the sword in your hand. This war is over. As for how to punish the guilty and how to reward the meritorious ministers, it is up to Lord Mace to make a decision."
"Yes, and Earl Peake's previous behavior was indeed excessive. We only came for the deer party, but he massacred in Highgarden." Earl Randall said at this time.
"Peke's behavior is indeed too bad." Earl Matus Rowan also echoed, "No matter what, you can't kill people like this."
"Also forced Lady Olenna to death, this is really not something a vassal should do." Sir Baelor Hightower also said.
…
Listening to the nobles of the Ma Party denouncing their father, Sir Oman finally realized that something was wrong.
The Peak family has become a scapegoat!
Sir Arman turned his stiff neck and looked at Samwell on the dragon's back, and the young Storm King happened to look over.
At the same time, the blood-red eyes of the giant dragon turned around, which was so hot that it made people shudder.
Father, you shouldn't have revealed your ambitions towards Highgarden... Sir Oman felt sad, put away his long sword, and said:
"Yes, Lord Mace, I believe you will give the Peck family a fair trial."
Duke of Mace glanced at Samwell, then nodded cautiously:
"I will."
The high court riot came suddenly, and it subsided very quickly.
After night fell, this beautiful garden city regained its former tranquility. If it weren't for the messy streets and corpses everywhere, people might think it was just a dream.
Samwell changed into a solemn blue velvet dress, with the double-headed eagle coat of arms of the Caesar family embroidered on the chest, but compared to before, the eagle had an extra crown on its head.
Walking out of the room, he saw Earl Landau waiting outside.
"Father."
Earl Randall also changed into a black dress, nodded slightly after seeing his son, and said:
"Has Gals delivered Kevan Lannister to you?"
"Yes. I'm wondering what to do with him."
"It's too wasteful to kill, let's keep it first." Earl Randall gave a suggestion, "Tywin attaches great importance to this brother, and maybe we can exchange Kevan for what we want in the future."
"Okay, then keep it."
Father and son are walking on the garden path in the garden, and everywhere they see roses that have just been planted but have been destroyed, they look extremely bleak.
After walking for a while, Earl Landau asked again:
"How to reward the nobles of the Horse Party this time, have you thought about it?"
"Think it over." Sam Wells said, "Of course the Earl of Brightwater City will be his younger brother Dickon, the Ancient Oak City will be for the Rowan Family, the Shield Islands will be for the Hightower Family, and the Fruit Wine Hall will be for the Merryweather Family..."
"Mary Weiss?" Earl Randall frowned slightly, obviously having some opinions on the ownership of the fruit wine hall.
"Although the Merryweiss family used to be a deer party, I have already cleaned it up when the deer party rebelled last time. Earl Orton is dead, and now Mrs. Tanya Merryweiss is in power. She once Killed a Lannister with his own hands, and sent his only son to Storm's End to be my adopted son."
"Even so, you don't have to give her the wine room." Earl Randall glanced at his son, "Or does it mean that Mrs. Tanya has already climbed into your bed?"
"She really wants to." Samwell smiled slightly and said, "I also know that the Marilynweiss family is not a **** horse party, but it is precisely because of this that I will give her the fruit wine room."
Earl Randall immediately understood his son's intentions, and after a moment of pondering, he nodded in agreement:
"That's right. The horse party's power has expanded too fast this time, so it may not be a good thing. It's a good way for you to establish the Merry Weiss family."
"The main force of the Horse Party is actually Hightower, Rowan, Tully, and Peake. The first three families have already received enough benefits. The Peake family has been used as a scapegoat by us this time. They must not dare to say anything. The rest of the families use Some small territories can be dismissed, so I left the fruit wine hall to the Merry Weiss family."
"Okay." Earl Landau nodded in approval of Samwell's distribution plan.
Paused, he asked again: "How are you going to arrange Gao Ting?"
"Garth Tyrell is a good man, he has brains and means, and he can see the situation clearly, so I plan to let him continue to serve as the head of High Court, responsible for daily affairs. As for the defenders and guards of High Court, it is best to change become our people. But I have limited manpower, so..."
"Okay, I'll arrange this."
While speaking, the two had arrived at the banquet hall.
Hundreds of candles disperse the darkness and haze, and the rich incense covers up the smell of blood. Two long red paulownia tables are filled with delicious food and wine, surrounded by a group of well-dressed nobles.
Seeing Samwell and his son walk into the hall, everyone stopped talking and stared.
The Duke of Metz stepped down from the high platform himself, and stepped forward to welcome him with a flattering face.
"Your Majesty Caesar, Lord Randyll, I am waiting for you to announce the start of the banquet."
Samwell smiled and took Duke Metz's arm, and walked up to the high platform together.
Taking the gold wine glass from the maid, Samwell said loudly:
"The great friendship between the Stormlands and the Reach!"
Everyone spoke in agreement, and thousands of cups collided together, officially announcing the start of the banquet.
Samwell drank the wine in the glass, but did not return to his seat, but continued to speak:
"Master Mace, and everyone here, I have another gift for you."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands and said loudly, "Bring it in!"
Everyone looked at the door curiously, and saw four servants walking in carrying a square table, on which was a whole roasted deer.
"Master Mace, does this look familiar?" Samwell asked with a smile.
Duke of Mace was stunned for a moment before he realized:
"Isn't this... the horse you gave me last time..."
Samwell laughed loudly: "What horse. Lord Mace, this is a deer!"
The Duke of Metz was full of grievances, but he had a flattering smile on his face:
"Yes, yes, yes, it's a deer, it's a deer."
"Come, let us share the venison with everyone." Samwell took the meat cutter from the attendant, and handed the plate to the Duke of Mace.
He first chopped off the deer's head and asked:
"Master Mace, who do you think this deer head should be given to?"
The Duke of Mace immediately replied: "You are the most honored guest in High Court, so of course it should be given to you."
Samwell did not refuse: "Thank you for your generosity!"
After speaking, he swung his knife and cut off the fattest deer tenderloin, and asked, "Master Mace, how about giving this to Earl Randyll?"
"Should be, should be." Duke Mace nodded again and again, and then brought the plate to Earl Landau with his own hands, as if he had already done the work of a waiter.
Samwell cut off a deer foreleg and said, "This leg should be given to Hightower."
Duke of Metz certainly did not dare to object.
Samwell cut off another leg: "This leg should be given to Earl Rowan."
The Duke of Mace came to serve the plate again.
"This breast meat is for Count Cotoin."
"This tendon is for Countess Merry Weiss."
…
Samwell divided the meat, and the Duke of Mace served the plate. The two had a clear division of labor. It didn't take long for the whole deer to be divided up.
All the major families in the hall received a portion of venison, some fat and some thin.
They all knew that this was actually a rehearsal for Samwell to carve up the territory of the Deer Party.
The fatness and thinness of venison also represents the size of the territory.
Everyone seemed quite satisfied with this distribution method, and no one expressed any objection.
Of course, not everyone is really satisfied, such as the Peck family, they didn't get a piece of meat.
But Sir Arman Peake didn't dare to speak out at all. He knew very well that the Peake family had become scapegoats, and it was fine that they were not punished, and the new territory was a no-brainer.
Actually, besides the Peak family, there was another family that did not receive venison.
That is House Tyrell.
"Oh, Lord Mace, I forgot to leave you a copy." Samwell looked at the empty table, as if he really regretted his mistake.
"No, no." Duke Mace waved his hands repeatedly, "As a host, you shouldn't compete with guests for food."
"Okay." Samwell was not polite to him, turned around and returned to his position, stuck the meat knife on the deer's head, and said, "Everyone, please enjoy it to your heart's content!"
Everyone said yes with a loud bang.
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