Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

Clay, who is at the center of the focus, cannot do these things himself. Countless pairs of eyes are staring at him, and the guard captain who has been following him is also inappropriate.

The White Harbor Guards came to Twins City with a total of 200 people. The most inconspicuous among them was the one who was really suitable for this job. At the same time, they had no idea what the meaning of carving things on the outer wall of the church was. Even if he is interrogated, the secret will not be revealed, because this person really does not know.

After setting foot on the southern land, the old gods have no power here, which means that the ubiquitous eyes of the Three-Eyed Crow have lost their role. Clay does not have to worry about leaking secrets for the time being.

As for being in the north, he couldn't stop the Three-Eyed Crow from spying on him for the time being. However, the Three-Eyed Crow didn't dare to do anything to him. Bran and the Heart Tree were his Achilles' heel.

Taking the ordinary piece of paper, the guard captain recognized that it was the most common letter paper.

Opening it and looking at the special trident pattern in the center, the guard captain was confused. He didn't understand what his young master was doing. The Mandalay family also believed in the Seven Gods. Is this a special prayer ceremony? ?

Clay ignored him, believing that he didn't need to repeat himself a second time, and that these guards would take care of things.

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The city wall turned around, and the north and south walls were in similar condition. The feeling of moisture filled every wall brick, but there were still no major flaws.

This means that Clay can't find a place to make a concentrated breakthrough and can only use other methods.

A group of people walked down the wall from the city gate. Clay looked at the sun that had climbed high in the sky and prayed that he would not meet a certain Frey during his lunch.

But things didn't go as he wished. Just as he was about to leave, Clay was stopped in place by Sir Steveron Frey's unique hoarse voice.

"Clay, my father asked me to invite you to have lunch with him. I believe you will come, right?"

He was stunned for a moment, what did Walder Frey want with him? But he reacted quickly and a polite smile appeared on his face.

He cursed several times in his mind, but Clay couldn't do anything. After thinking for a while, he roughly guessed what Walder Frey had called him to do. Eating and other things were all empty. He had to ask himself some questions. it is true.

Stepping into the hall of the main castle for the third time, nothing could be seen about the mess caused by last night's party. Except for the faint smell of wine in the air, there was no trace left here.

A six to seven meter long table was placed in the middle of the hall by a servant. The seat was filled with extremely high-calorie food. Marquis Walder Frey himself sat in a chair in the middle, concentrating on dealing with a fried food. Very crispy suckling pig.

It was very rare that Clay didn't see a woman next to Marquis Walder. This was rare for this old silver stick who couldn't live without women every day.

There were only two chairs in the hall, one for Marquis Walder, and the remaining one naturally belonged to Clay.

As the heir, Sir Steveron did not get a chair here. The old Sir quietly pulled a chicken leg from a fat chicken at the table and hid it. He said hello to his father and went about his own business. He left and closed the hall door very considerately.

Even though he was here, Clay didn't show any courtesy. He sat down in his seat and began to look for the food he wanted to eat.

He doesn't worry about being poisoned at all. His body is completely immune to ordinary poisons. As for the high-end Tears of Lys, Walder Frey may not be able to get it, and even if he can get it, there is no reason to use it on him.

"Whatever you want, boy Mandalay, I'm an old man and I can't eat much." Marquis Walder glanced at Clay and motioned for Clay to help himself.

He didn't mention the purpose of inviting him over, so Clay just pretended to be stupid, chose some things he liked, and ate them slowly.

The wine was good. Clay had a full bottle of Qingting Island's golden wine. He got a glass for himself. Clay tasted the aroma of the wine and wondered how long this old guy could endure it.

The meal lasted about half an hour. Neither of them was a fast eater. Clay had a habit of chewing slowly, and Marquis Walder Frey was simply fighting against his old chewing muscles.

Putting down the wine glass, Marquis Walder Frey let out a sigh of satisfaction. Looking at Clay, who had also stopped his knife and fork, there was an expression on his face that was not a smile, and he finally asked:

"Boy Mandalay, it seems that you have been very popular with my stupid heirs these past two days."

Knowing what he was talking about, Clay shrugged indifferently, his expression did not change at all, and he replied calmly:

"Indeed, I am very grateful to the Frey family for all the hospitality they have given me. They are indeed... very warm."

With a few snorts of disdain coming from his nostrils, Marquis Walder looked at Clay, who was still pretending to be confused, and simply made it clear.

"My great-granddaughter, Walda Frey, I heard that she wanted to climb into your bed, but somehow she didn't succeed. Do you know what happened?"

When he said this, Marquis Walder Frey's originally squinted eyes suddenly widened, capturing every change in the expression on Clay's face.

However, he soon became disappointed, because Clay's expression was like the surface of the God's Eye Lake, without any ripples. The Mandalay kid answered his question slowly:

"Your Majesty the Marquis, I don't know anything about Miss Watta. I believe the Frey family has a very strict family tradition. These are probably rumors."

Clay originally wanted to say that a wise elder like you could possibly allow his children to behave like this. Later I restrained myself. Although it felt good, there was no need to anger the old man now.

After squinting at Clay's face for a while, Walder Frey exhaled, nodded, and said calmly:

"Yes, you are right, Mandalay boy. This must be a rumor. It seems that some people should tighten their tongues."

Clay responded with a kind smile and did not answer Marquis Walder Frey's words.

Having gained nothing from this question, Marquis Walder Frey changed the question, his blue-gray eyes filled with a strange look:

"So, boy from the Mandalay family, can you tell me what you and my brainless third son said on the wall of the East City this morning? But someone told me that he was waiting for you there specially. "

This is a fact. In addition to the White Harbor Guards on his side, there were also some Frey soldiers loyal to Marquis Walder Frey present. Clay could not deny that this did not happen.

He didn't know if Aenys Frey had been given all the information by his father, but that didn't matter, he knew what to say.