Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

Five days passed quickly. This morning, the most elite plate cavalry team of the Mandalay family assembled in New Castle because they would escort the young master of White Harbor south to the Twins.

More than a dozen blue mermaid flags were flying over the entire team. Just as the morning sun hit their cloaks, the gate of the new castle rumbled open.

Clay was wearing armor, with a golden trident pattern painted on the armor on his chest. His long sword was stuck in the saddle bag, and he was driving the horse. The young master of White Harbor slowly walked toward his team.

Every time he saw this team, Clay had a pleasant feeling. The heavily armored knight wearing full body armor and mounting a lance was the king of the battlefield in this era.

There are many such soldiers in the Mandalay family. This time they go south, accompanied by 200 elite knights, it is not an opportunity to show off their strength to the Frey family.

A slender hand held Clay's horse's reins, and Clay looked at his sister Wellfield, who was wearing a plain white dress.

"Remember your promise..." Wilfield whispered to Clay, gently touching the horse's mane.

Clay nodded. He knew what Wilfield was talking about. As one of the largest families in Westeros, the Frey family had a strong desire for marriage.

"Don't worry, sister, if Frey really makes a request, I will refuse it for you."

Clay once again gave his sister a reassurance. In fact, the most fundamental thing is that his old man did not mention a word about this matter at all. This is an obvious signal. The old man does not want his granddaughter to be with Twins City at all. There is contamination.

"Okay, it's time for me to set off. Goodbye Wilfield."

Taking control of the war horse, Clay embarked on the road to the port. They will take a boat south and land in the river land closest to the Twins. There is a simple port there. Although it is small, it is enough for Clay's 200 people. Ashore.

Once again passing through most of White Harbor, Clay once again enjoyed the admiration of the people of White Harbor for him. The fact that he killed the Lannister for the honor of his family in Winterfell had long been spread through the bards in the tavern. The port.

In addition to being the young master of White Harbor, Clay's reputation in White Harbor has been quite high during this period. Although it has not reached the level where he can eat for free, it is not bad.

After passing through the city wall, Clay and his 200 people arrived at the military port specially opened for the family fleet. Ordinary merchant ships are not allowed to berth here, and access is strictly controlled.

Even Clay, with the mermaid flag flying behind his back, was only able to enter the port after revealing his identity.

Ever since Brandon the Shipburner, King of the North, burned all the remaining battleships of Brandon the Shipbuilder, there has been no formal naval power in the North for hundreds of years.

However, the Mandalay family, which guards White Harbor, the largest city in the north, is an exception.

Although far inferior to the Royal Fleet and the Iron Fleet, with the support of White Harbor's huge financial resources, Clay saw a total of 24 warships in the port, basically composed of large-tonnage sailing ships and light and fast longships.

A large man wearing a coarse cloth coat and bare feet led a few people to stand at the port. When he saw Clay and his party arriving, they immediately came to greet them.

"Master, this is the captain of our voyage. We will take the Old Man of White Harbor to the Twins."

After complaining in his mind about the naming skills of this group of people, Clay nodded, not minding the slovenliness of the captain and his crew in front of him. He knew in his heart that he would not be as good as them on board the ship.

The Old Man of White Harbor is a large sailing ship. This type of ship is mainly used to fight enemy warships and control sea power. It is an out-and-out main warship.

"Master Clay, I am Captain Stone of the Old Man of White Harbor. The Old Man of White Harbor will provide you with a more comfortable journey."

Nodding, Clay said hello to Captain Stone, who grinned and led Clay and his party to the huge warship parked not far away.

Their horses boarded a smaller sailing ship behind the Old Man of White Harbor and were looked after by a dedicated crew.

Seeing Captain Ston stepping on the swaying plank connecting the landing and the deck, Clay took a deep breath and was the first to step on the plank under the gaze of the guards.

As soon as he stepped on the board, Clay felt a strong shaking feeling. At this time, the witcher's mutation could not help him. His calves were trembling, but he could not retreat at this time.

With a sudden change of heart, Clay knew that he was very good at water and would not drown even if he fell. The worst he could do was be a little embarrassing, but it was better than retreating out of fear.

Using great perseverance to regain control of his leg muscles, Clay took obviously cautious steps and completed the plank step by step that could have been completed within ten seconds.

Clay finally breathed a sigh of relief when his body finally got on the deck. At this time, Captain Ston, who was watching the whole process, grinned and said with a smile:

"Master, you are much better than those idiots I have seen before. It is rare for me to see someone who has not been on a boat a few times and can cross the pedal so quickly and steadily."

On the surface, he maintained the reserved demeanor of a nobleman. Clay nodded slightly and accepted Captain Stone's approval, but in fact, his calves were still trembling a little.

Looking back, the guard captain who followed him was obviously used to riding on boats. He took a few steps and crossed the pedal very smoothly.

Most of the guards behind him were carefully selected veterans. As White Harbor soldiers, they had all been on ships. Except for a few young ones who were embarrassed, the 150 guards boarded the ship smoothly.

The remaining 50 people were in the second ship. After all, they also brought war horses this time, so they had to take care of them.

Clay noticed that the first thing these guards did after boarding the ship was to take off their heavy armor, leaving only a set of light mail armor hanging on their bodies with less protective capabilities.

The guard captain was always beside Clay, and Clay asked him:

"Why are you in such a hurry to take off your armor? Although there is no danger in White Harbor, there are many pirates on the sea of ​​Biting Bay."

The guard captain shook his head and whispered to Clay:

"Master, you must lose weight when staying on the boat, otherwise the waves on the sea will sway too much, and your physical strength will be drained by the armor."

He took one look at Clay's armor and immediately began to remove the young master's armor.

"You don't get on the ship very often. It's normal to not know this. I'll take off this armor for you first. It's of no use. This wasn't more than ten years ago. The pirates in Biting Bay still don't have the guts to show off to us. The sailing ships in the harbor went to war.”

Now that the guard captain has said so, Clay doesn't insist anymore. Under the protection of so many people, he doesn't have to worry about his own safety except for the shipwreck. As for the shipwreck, that set of iron armor is The best helper for sinking.

Entering the independent cabin arranged for himself, Clay felt the new experience of the Old Man of White Harbor.