Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 57 Return

Today's Yingzui Island has completely changed.

Since the first batch of food and living supplies from Yangwu City arrived here one and a half months ago, the biggest crisis in the territory has been completely resolved.

Moreover, after having enough food, the housekeeper, Gavin, followed Samwell's order before leaving, and immediately recruited wildlings to build the territory.

Include food and housing, and work points.

Under such a temptation, more and more savages flocked to Yingzui Island, and the prison camp (now renamed the labor camp) also increased from 1,000 people at the beginning to nearly 4,000 people.

Territory construction suddenly entered the fast lane.

The defense facilities at the mouth of the valley have been completely completed. The three-story wooden fence and four echoing towers have turned this place into a small fortress that is impenetrable. The wooden houses appear in the valley in an orderly manner, and the castle of the lord is also working hard. Thanks to the efforts of the savage laborers, the foundation has been laid.

In addition, Gavin also summoned more than 300 female wild men to participate in the brewing of brandy.

The collection, cleaning, fermentation, distillation, storage... and other processes of mountain grapes are all on the right track because of sufficient labor.

The savages also opened up a large field near the mouth of the valley, and began to plant mountain grapes, laying the foundation for future large-scale brewing.

Although it is almost dusk at this time, Yingzui Island is still full of excitement.

On a mound near the beach, a handsome middle-aged man was observing everything in the territory with great interest.

He has dark hair with a little gray mixed in it, a pair of gray-green eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts, and a handful of carefully groomed goatee on his chin, which further highlights his elegant temperament.

Dark gray silk cape fastened with a mockingbird-shaped button.

Those who are proficient in heraldry will know that this is the personal coat of arms of "Littlefinger" Petyr Baelish, the Minister of Finance of the kingdom.

"My lord, do you really want to wait here for that Sir Caesar to return?" A young man in armor came behind Petyr and asked.

"Yes."

"But...he is just a pioneer knight who hasn't even built a castle. You are condescending to come here from King's Landing yourself. Why wait for him to come back? I will stay to deal with the silver coin casting. That's good."

"Do you think Samwell Caesar is not worth my waiting a few more days?"

"Is not it?"

"Bylan, don't underestimate anyone, especially young people. The territory of our Baelish family is just a small peninsula full of rocks, and there are no silver mines." Petyr's voice was deep and hoarse , has a unique magical power that can make people unconsciously convinced.

"How can he compare with you?" Bylan scratched his head and said, "Although from what I know, this Sir Caesar is really good at fighting, but he obviously can't manage the territory. Don't look at the current bustling , there will be big problems soon.”

"Oh? What's the big deal?"

"First of all, he is too merciful to those savages! Not only accepting them as citizens, taking care of their food and drink, but also giving them so-called 'work points', I calculated carefully, and wait until the castle is successfully completed—if he can support it The day it's finished - he has to face a massive debt that will definitely put him out of business!

I haven’t even counted the more than two hundred craftsmen. It is said that he hired them from Highland City at ten times the price. It’s really... Hehe, I don’t even think that silver mine can save him.

Moreover, there are tens of thousands of savages in the territory, but there are only a few hundred people in Hewan. You must be aware of the danger hidden in this imbalance. Sooner or later, it will lead to turmoil.

Also, he is still planting mountain grapes, as if preparing to make wine. Hehe, did he really think that wine made from such sour grapes could sell for a good price? "

Petyr listened quietly, then smiled slightly and said:

"Did you know? People are actually very similar to sheep. They like to gather together, eat the same grass, walk the same road, and all have the same white hair. However, occasionally some sheep are different.

They are black.

Because of their hair of different colors, they are often isolated by the flock, despised and rejected by the white sheep. But often it is these black sheep that will lead the flock to a new path. "

Bylan seemed a little unconvinced, and said: "My lord, do you think Samwell Caesar is such a black sheep? But what about the mistakes he made?"

Petyr shook his head, and said leisurely: "Following the rules is naturally nothing wrong, but deviant is doomed to be accompanied by mistakes and failures."

Bylan was stunned.

Petyr said again: "What's more, how do you know that his methods of governing the territory are wrong? In the eyes of the white sheep, whatever the black sheep does is wrong, until it leads the sheep to find a new fertile land. grassland."

Bylan nodded thoughtfully, but there was still some hesitation between his brows. He always felt that the black sheep in Lord Baelish's words seemed to have other hidden meanings, but he didn't dare to ask.

Besides, praising someone as a black sheep... always feels a bit awkward.

At this moment, there was a burst of loud cheers from the pier.

Following the reputation, Bailan saw a sea ship slowly approaching the territory.

"Our black sheep is back." Petyr looked at the sea boat in the setting sun with an expectant smile on his face.

After that, he turned around and walked down the mound, heading towards the pier.

Bai Lan quickly followed.

On the pier, Samwell couldn't wait for the boat to come to a complete stop before jumping onto the trestle bridge impatiently.

After an absence of two months, he wandered around the west coast of the river bend, and finally returned to his territory.

Looking at the already unfamiliar place in front of him, Samwell couldn't hide his surprise—

Has there been such a big change!

"Master, you are finally back!"

"Haha, Gavin, thank you for your hard work!" Samwell stepped forward and gave his butler a warm hug.

This made Gavin, who was already extremely excited, couldn't help but shed tears.

Subsequently, Samwell waved to the citizens gathered on the pier, thanking them for their warm welcome.

"My lord, welcome back!"

The crowd also cheered enthusiastically.

At this moment, Gavin finally remembered something, and hurriedly whispered in Samwell's ear:

"Master, Lord Petyr Baelish, the Minister of Finance, has been waiting for you for five days."

"Petyr Baelish?" Samwell was taken aback.

Of course he knows this thunderous name.

A top player in the Game of Thrones, an ambitious man, a strategist who believes that "chaos is the ladder".

He actually came to his own territory?

Although it is indeed the responsibility of the Minister of Finance to supervise the minting of currency, it is only a silver mine, and Petyr does not need to come all the way from King's Landing himself, right?

Unless, he came to Yingzui Island not just for the silver mine...

Samwell became vigilant subconsciously.

At this time, Petyr was also escorted by the guards out of the crowd, and came to Samwell, showing an impeccable smile:

"I finally see you, Sir Caesar!"

Samwell also calmed down, showing a harmless smile:

"It's an honor to meet you, Lord Baelish."

(end of this chapter)

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