Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 13 I Want His Head!
After thinking hard to no avail, Clay understood that this question was essentially the same as asking him what R'hllor, the Lord of Light, was, and it simply couldn't be answered now.

Since you can't think of it, don't worry about it, Clay has always had such a free and easy personality.

After calling the captain of the guard who stood up straight like a javelin, Clay didn't care about his attitude of apologizing, but asked him:

"Have you seen Rob and the others?"

"There is no young master, but I heard rumors at the banquet yesterday that His Majesty the King and Lord Ed intended to let the children of the two families get closer."

"Go on." Clay motioned for him to continue.

"You also know the ways of us northerners, and you probably have to make gestures with swords to get close, so I think you should go to the school grounds if you want to find them."

Looking at the veteran named Hosta with some surprise, Clay knew that Hosta's judgment was more or less inseparable.

Ed Stark wished to let his honest and honest eldest son communicate with the crown prince, which is actually very understandable. In his and Robert's view, there is a deep friendship between the old deer and the wolf, but they are in I grow old day by day.

Therefore, the young wolves and deer should also form a friendship, just like they did when they were young. This at least provides a great possibility for the two sides to keep watch and get along if there is a war in the future.

But Duke Ed never expected that Robert's son, who is brave and good at fighting, is actually an out-and-out embroidered pillow and full of arrogance.

Clay has already warned Robb to keep contact with the royal family, and now it seems completely useless, but it is true, the old wolf and the old deer are allies, but the little wolf bared his teeth at a bright-haired lion cub, It's also reasonable.

"Let's go, go and see the excitement." Clay ordered, and Hosta, who was in bright armor, called two guards to follow.

Not far away, when Clay arrived at the gate of the school grounds, he saw two flags hanging on the wall, the crowned stag was on the left, the roaring lion was on the right, and a knight decorated with the Lannister family crest on his armor Stay at the door.

Seeing Clay and his party approaching, he immediately raised his hand arrogantly:

"Stop, who are you? The princes are exchanging martial arts with the Stark cubs, and no one else can go in."

Everyone frowned, not because of being blocked, but because this knight of the Lannister family bit one wolf cub, this is not Casterly Rock City, and as a subordinate of the Northern Territory, hearing these words was naturally extremely harsh.

"Sir, insulting the master here is not a wise choice."

Clay reminded lightly that the knight had already recognized the mermaid crest on Clay and the others, but he didn't care at all. In his impression, the old Patriarch of the White Harbor Manderly family was still there. There is a high probability that several people are side branches.

Clay's words were originally a reminder, but in his ears, they immediately turned into nakedly calling him an idiot, and he immediately became angry.

"Bastard boy, my lord, I'm going to say what you can do with these wolf cubs, and I'll say the same when Wyman Manderly comes!"

This is obviously nonsense. If his old man stops here, this little knight must obediently get out of the way. He dare not offend the majesty of the Earl of White Harbor who holds a big city and thousands of troops.

As soon as these words came out, Clay didn't react at all, but the two White Harbor guards reacted violently. Immediately, the sound of abuse rang out, and a bold hand had already pressed down on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"What are you doing?!" The knight yelled suddenly, and his hands were not slow. The next moment, a beautifully crafted long sword was out of its sheath, and the shining tip of the sword was pointed directly at Clay's eyes.

"Looking for death." Clay whispered to himself. He hated someone pointing a sword at him the most in his life.

It's just time to practice your hands!

Hearing a soft sound on the ground, Clay had turned into a black shadow and quickly approached the Lannister knight, and slapped his neck artery just as he moved.

The severe pain combined with a strong sense of fainting caused the knight to throw away the long sword in his hand and retreat again and again, and sat down on the ground. The long sword was dropped from his hand, and Clay immediately scooped it up.

When the knight got rid of the fainting feeling and stabilized himself, his long sword had already pierced his eyes, making him stiff and he dared not move.

"Please...please...please..." The arrogant knight just now couldn't even utter a word. Clay looked at the clown and shook his head boredly.

With a "choke", the long sword was inserted back into the knight's scabbard, and Clay's frosty voice sounded beside the knight's trembling body:

"That's the Lannister. Keep an eye on your head. It's not safe without the lion."

……

After dealing with this small role, Clay walked into the school grounds with three guards. The roaring lion flags were erected everywhere, and the crowned stag and direwolf flags were barely visible.

Clay saw Rob standing in the middle of the field with a flushed face, and the blond Crown Prince Joffrey, leaning on a soft chair, taunting Rob very unceremoniously.

"Is this how you Starks are trained?" Joffrey stomped on the wooden sword under his feet.

"Shall we put on another wooden protective gear for His Royal Highness?" the attendant standing beside him interjected with a smile.

"Yes, since this is the holy tournament of the Starks, let's go and chop up their weirwood to make a few suits of armor, and leave the rest for the wolves, who might make a few more A wooden sword."

Joffrey nodded very satisfied, already thinking in his heart whether to send someone to chop the weirwood down.

Clay looked at Rob and Sir Roderick, who were already on the verge of breaking out, and said to himself that he finally knew where the virtue of that coward outside just now came from. best.

Clay knew the strength of the Lannister family, but that was just a stereotype. He never expected that the Lannisters could be so arrogant. It was like rubbing the faces of the Stark family in the mud.

Cutting the heart tree, this operation is exactly the same as smearing feces on the statue of the seven gods in the south, it is really deadly.

Clay took a high look at the endurance of Robb and the old knight. If it were him, the sword would have been chopped on the neck of the jester who just spoke.

Rob held back for a long time, reminding himself repeatedly that he was the crown prince, but the unbridled laughter of the surrounding Lannisters made him hate the schoolyard as much as he did today.

Finally unable to hold back, Rob threw his sword fiercely and rushed towards the outside of the school grounds. Joffrey's triumphant laughter came from behind him: "Yo, the Stark warriors have escaped!"

Seeing this scene, there was no need for Clay to go in again. He simply turned around and returned to the exit, waiting outside for Rob to come out, but before Rob came out, a guard of the Mandalay family ran out of breath. He came over and whispered a few words to Clay, regardless of etiquette.

As soon as he finished speaking, Clay's face turned black, and he roared at Hosta: "Call someone! All!"

Before the others could react, Clay asked the guard viciously, "Where is he?"

"Iron...near the blacksmith shop."

"Go call someone and surround me with the blacksmith shop. I want his head!" Clay roared. At this time, he was far more like a lion than most people in this city...

　Don't worry, gentlemen, the only thing that is missing is the phone number, and the contract will be ok. It's the last step, and it's uncomfortable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)