"My lord, these are the special delicacies of our Huya Tribe—roasted lamb heart, roasted pigeon, stewed snake meat, as well as limes and mountain grapes…"
Looking at the food laid out before him, Samwell nodded in satisfaction. He raised his cup and said:
"Thank the gods for the food!"
Everyone quickly raised their cups in response.
The wine was plum wine—sweet and sour, with a pleasant taste.
Although the tribal dishes looked crude and unrefined, their flavor was actually quite good.
Unfortunately, Samwell still failed to find any food that could increase his attribute points.
After swallowing the last piece of pigeon meat, Samwell picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, then asked:
"Have you heard of the Raven Tribe?"
Cheman immediately put down his knife and fork and replied:
"My lord, the Wandering Crow Tribe is also one of the nearby wildling tribes."
"Where is their camp? Is it far from here?"
"My lord, that's hard to say." Cheman explained. "The Wandering Crow Tribe does not have a fixed camp. They are a constantly migrating, erratic tribe. They regard crows as messengers of the gods, which is why they are called the Wandering Crows."
Samwell frowned. "Then do you have a way to find them?"
"Of course. As long as the Youya Tribe is still within this mountain forest, they will always leave traces behind. It will just take some time to determine their whereabouts."
"Alright. Send someone to do it as soon as possible. Inform me once there's news."
"Yes." Cheman nodded, then asked, "My lord, may I ask why you are looking for them?"
"Have you heard of Ghost Grass?"
Cheman shook his head.
Just as Samwell was feeling disappointed, the wizard Saru spoke up:
"My lord, I have heard of it."
"Oh?" Samwell's eyes lit up. "Then do you know where to find this grass?"
"I'm sorry, my lord. This kind of grass is extremely rare, and it is said to possess spirituality. It hides itself from human eyes. Only the people of the Wandering Crow Tribe are able to find it."
Samwell nodded, a trace of disappointment on his face.
So far, he had only discovered two kinds of food that could increase attributes—Golden Tail Shrimp and Ghost Grass.
Golden Tail Shrimp could be obtained, though it was expensive.
As for Ghost Grass, it seemed that the only way to acquire it was through the Crow Tribe.
After the meal, Samwell did not linger and soon set off for Yingzui Island.
Cheman led the clansmen to escort Samwell and his party out of the village gates.
Samwell glanced at Katu, who was following behind him like a shadow, then suddenly turned around and called the wizard Saru aside.
"Saru, would you like to go to Yingzui Island with me?"
"No, my lord." Saru shook his head calmly. "I appreciate your kindness, but this is my home. I was born here, and I will die here."
Samwell looked at the indifferent wizard with surprise.
He had originally thought that Saru's offering of Katu, Cheka's son, was merely a political maneuver.
But now, it seemed that this might not be the case.
"If you stay here, you may die without reason," Samwell could not help but persuade him again.
By dedicating Katu to Samwell, Saru had essentially placed a shackle around Cheman's neck. He would inevitably be resented by Cheman for this.
And Cheman was not a soft-hearted man.
Someone who could even kill his own father and brother would naturally not hesitate to kill one more wizard.
Saru smiled faintly and said calmly:
"My lord, everyone must die eventually. I am no exception."
Samwell sighed. He knew that the old wizard had already made up his mind to die.
Perhaps because of the guilt over the old chieftain's death, he sought atonement through death.
Samwell felt deep regret that such an old wizard would end his life this way.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about this? Although I've exempted Huya Village from taxes for three months, I still need a tax official. Saru, are you willing to take this position?"
Saru was stunned for a moment.
Of course, he understood that this was a protective talisman Samwell was leaving behind. With this official position, if Cheman truly dared to kill him, it would be an open challenge to the lord's authority.
However, Saru did not immediately accept the kindness. Instead, he frowned.
Seeing this, Samwell persuaded him again:
"Even for the sake of this village, you should live on. I'm not at ease leaving this place to Cheman alone."
Saru nodded and said, "Very well, my lord. Since that is the case, I will serve you."
"That's more like it!" Samwell laughed. "Don't talk about death so lightly. This world is still vast and full of excitement. I still want to take you out to see it together."
"The outside world doesn't belong to us…"
"Who says it doesn't?" Samwell interrupted. "You are also descendants of the First Men and the Andals. Are you born inferior to the people of the Riverlands? You lack neither wisdom nor courage—what you lack is a man who can unite all the wildlings."
Saru raised his head and saw the undisguised ambition burning in the eyes of the young knight before him.
Unite all wildlings?
At that moment, Saru suddenly remembered something.
His old, weary heart seemed to burst into life, pounding violently.
"You are right." Saru stared at Samwell with piercing eyes and said, "The hundreds of thousands of savages in the Crimson Mountains need a hero! They have waited thousands of years for this!
"I once heard the gods' revelation carried by the mountain winds. It said that after the long summer ends, darkness will descend, and a great king will be born from the ashes. He will be the light of the long night, the savior of the world, and the messenger who carries out the will of the gods!"
What the hell?
Samwell was startled by the blazing light in the old wizard's eyes.
He had casually said something half-jokingly, yet it had ignited the old mage's passion.
But in the next moment, he realized that this so-called "divine revelation" bore a striking resemblance to the prophecy spoken by the Red Priestess Melisandre in the play—the prophecy of Azor Ahai's rebirth.
The end of the long summer, darkness, fire, light—these were all key elements, the very core of the hero-saves-the-world narrative.
Was this a coincidence?
Or… were the gods revealing the same prophecy to all their followers?
At that moment, inspiration suddenly struck Samwell.
Why shouldn't he make use of this prophecy?
In this world, the easiest way to gain powerful appeal was through noble blood.
Unfortunately, that was exactly what Samwell lacked.
The Tully family was clearly not an ancient or especially noble bloodline, let alone the fact that he had now changed his surname to Caesar.
Westeros had never even heard of such a name.
So if Samwell wanted greater influence and more supporters in this Game of Thrones, he had to choose another path—
Faith.
The appeal of faith was terrifyingly powerful.
Although the Faith Militant had become history, it once gathered countless followers in the name of belief and nearly overthrew the rule of the Targaryen dynasty.
Thinking back to those who competed for power in ancient China—who among them didn't employ a few tricks?
Slaying the white snake, dreaming of the sun held in one's arms, a body glowing red with light, feet stepping on seven stars, **** with four breasts…
Samwell felt that he could fabricate some auspicious signs as well.
Things like the "Land of Smoke and Salt," the "Burning Red Sword"—he could easily make up stories to embellish them.
When he was weak, such tales would naturally be useless, and few would believe them. But once he became strong enough, these prophecies would act as amplifiers of fame, convincing more people that he truly was the messenger of the gods, causing them to willingly bow at his feet.
Perhaps even the "Red Robe Lady" would mistake him for the prophesied prince.
After all, it wouldn't be the first time she got it wrong…
With that thought, Samwell no longer avoided the old wizard's burning gaze. He smiled and said:
"Saru, would you like to hear the story of my childhood?"
"Of course," Saru replied eagerly. "It would be my honor!"
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