Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

"I understand. Have you told anyone else about these findings?" Clay asked the guard captain who had just reported to him with a cold face. The latter shook his head and glanced around cautiously, as if he was afraid that others would hear the conversation between the two.

"No young master, how could I tell others such a thing? I don't think the situation here is quite right. I suggest you set off back to White Harbor immediately. We don't wait for the fleet and go directly overland to the Neck and arrive at the North In this situation, no one can do anything to us two hundred people."

They were all people who had fought hard on the battlefield and returned alive from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The guard captain, who had a keen nose, smelled the uneasy smell in this weird battlefield and instinctively tensed his nerves.

After patting him on the shoulder and asking him to relax, Clay whispered to him expressionlessly:

"How to leave? There is no order from my grandfather to let me go back. If I leave now, does it mean that the two hundred of us are afraid?"

"It's not time yet, we can leave now, but with the nature of the Frey family, I, the heir of White Harbor, will not have any good reputation within their reach."

"I don't care about honor, but not the Mandalay family. We value this more than the southerners."

After a pause, Clay pointed to the ridge to the west and murmured as if talking to himself:

"At least, I have to figure out who did it to you. The blood debt of the Mandalay family must be repaid with blood."

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After surveying the scene, he found nothing on the surface. Clay, who seemed a little angry and frustrated, was slowly urging his horse to walk towards the west side of the mountain. There was a hastily treated grave there. Clay had to go and take a look at these dead bodies. people.

The soil was newly plowed and smoothed roughly. A stone tablet about half a man's height stood in the open field, with a crudely made mermaid pattern engraved on it. This is the White Harbor caravan in this world. The last remnant.

Clay didn't know their names. He could only find out by returning to White Harbor and checking the records of municipal officials. So, standing here, he pulled out the sword from his waist and inserted it into the ground. All the 200 cavalry behind him dismounted and formed a formation to conduct a silent call. Silence is the only thing Clay, the heir to White Harbor, can do for them now.

An eagle's cry broke the silence, which was regarded as an end to the silence. Aenys Frey came behind the silent Clay, feeling that he needed to comfort this young man who was less than twenty years old.

However, Clay didn't need his comfort. Rather than lamenting the departure of dozens of people, it was more like he was indignant. He had a large army but could not find the target. The really suspicious people could not make a move now.

"Sir, after I return to White Harbor, I will send someone to take them all back to White Harbor. Although my Mandalay family believes in the Seven Gods, these ordinary northerners are devout believers in the old gods. They should be in the old gods." Under the gaze of God, sleep under the heart tree.”

Clay's voice was very calm, and there was no trace of sadness or joy. Aenys Frey could not refuse his request, and nodded. He withdrew his hand that was about to pat Clay's shoulder and replied:

"As you wish, Lord Clay."

Turning around, Clay did not find the wealthy knight of the Frey family who had brought them here at noon in the crowd. He frowned and asked Inis Frey who was standing next to him:

"The owner of this land seems to have abandoned us guests. He really has no hospitality. Isn't that right, Ser Aenys Frey?"

Aenys Frey knew what Clay meant. He was talking about the wealthy knight. I, the heir of White Harbor, and the son of the patriarch of your Frey family are all here, but you, a little knight, have disappeared. silhouette.

"He said that this is the situation here, let us take a look at it. He told me that there were some things in the territory, so he went back first. I saw that I couldn't find any clues here, so I asked him to deal with it first. Clay Sir, do you still have trouble with him?"

Aenys Frey is a little strange. Clay rarely uses such a sinister tone to bully people along the way. In daily communication, he fits the image of a polite aristocratic young man in various knight novels.

"It's nothing. Since the master didn't invite us guests to visit his home, and we didn't eat bread dipped in salt, we won't disturb the master."

Clay sneered in his heart. This wealthy knight was running fast, and he was the one running fast. If it were the great nobles in the north whose tempers were harder than ice, the cavalry would have rushed into this knight's manor at this time.

Although the Frey family gave him the right to be a guest, Clay insists that the knight left alone without using the right to entertain them, which seems to make sense. However, Aenys Frey still doesn't understand Clay. The reason for saying that.

He didn't think Clay was annoyed at all because he didn't go visit the manor of a nobleman in the countryside. As the true heir of White Harbor, he had never seen anything in such a big city, and there was no point in going to see a manor that stood on farmland. wooden house in .

At this time, Clay heard the sound of horse hooves. Now everyone is under the horse and they have just finished their silence. Who is here?

Looking back suddenly, Clay looked in the direction where the sound came from, which was the location of King's Avenue, below the ridge.

Aenys Frey, who was just about to ask Clay what he was looking at, realized later. It took him five or six seconds to vaguely hear the faint sound of horse hooves. He subconsciously pulled out his sword and had already left. The nearby guard had already jumped on his horse.

"Don't panic. There are only two horses. They should be members of your family. They came to one of you and me to convey a message."

Clay grabbed Aenys Frey who was about to mount his horse, shook his head and said softly.

As he was talking, two flags with the Twin Towers coat of arms appeared on the ridge. Clay was right, they were the Frey family's cavalry.

Taking a closer look at Clay, Aenys Frey had to say:

"Congratulations, Master Clay. It seems your guess is right. Come on, let's see who these two reckless guys are looking for."

To say that they were reckless is actually modesty. If it were during a war, if they were galloping so close to the dismounted troops to rest, no matter whose flag you were flying, the commander would definitely order the arrows to be fired. This is not reckless, it is recklessness.

"As you wish, Lord Aenys." Clay replied.

Stopped by Frey and the White Harbor Guards who were already on their horses, the two cavalrymen jumped off their horses and said something to the guards. Then, Clay and Inis, who were walking past, saw that the guards were taking He dropped the weapons on them and walked towards them with the two of them.

Just as he stood still, Inis whipped him over with a riding crop, and then asked directly:

"Who sent you two?"

The pained guard obviously knew who Aenys Frey was and did not dare to resist. He took a breath and replied:

"Sir, it was the Marquis who sent us here."

"What?"

"The Marquis said, let us bring a letter from White Harbor. It was written by Earl Wyman and addressed to Master Clay Manderly. He said that he should see the letter and rush to the east coast port immediately. , the fleet to pick him up is already waiting for him."

One of the two men took out a letter from the raven from his breast pocket. Clay grabbed it directly and opened it. It was written by his old man, with only one meaning: Return to White Harbor quickly!